#oc x wwe

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The Anniversary (18+)

Pairing: Randy Orton x OC(Ola Kaminski)

Randy and Ola had been doing this dance for years at this point but, now it was time for the finale.

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Tags: @alyyaanna, @jeysbvck, @daddywrasslin

Randy sighed as he glanced at his phone again while he waited for the food. Still no response. He knew that today was going to be rough but he hoped for at least a text back. He furrowed his brows slightly, he hated when she isolated like this. She had enough friends where she didn’t need to. He thanked the lady when she brought him his food before driving back to the arena where the buses were. Sarah apparently couldn’t get ahold of her either, hell of a time for her to have to commentate for Smackdown. And also a warning that if he made Ola upset at all, Sarah would kill him. He walked up to the door of Ola’s bus, knocking on it.

Ola was currently buried in a pile of blankets while some sappy romance movie played on the TV. She had tossed her phone, somewhere, after reading the messages from Sarah and Randy. Sarah, of course, was worried about her and Randy had asked about going for dinner. She simply didn’t answer either of the messages. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Ola just wanted to wallow in her sadness in peace. She frowned as she could’ve sworn she heard a knock on her door. She paused the movie, slowly sitting up before getting up completely when she heard a knock again. She walked to the door, opening it before raising her brow in confusion.

Ola crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe,

“Randy….why are you here?”

Randy took in her appearance, she definitely had been crying and clearly wasn’t even entertaining the idea of leaving her bus considering her shorts and cropped tank top,

“You never answered me. So,” He held up the bag of food, “I brought your favorite?” She blinked in surprise before a small smile appeared on her lips and shook her head.

“Fine, only because that’s one of my all time favorite chinese food places.” She stepped aside, motioning for him to come inside. Randy followed her in, shutting the door before setting the food on the table. 

“I’ll be right back..” Ola disappeared to her bedroom while he set their food out and grabbed utensils. She came back out, pulling her hair into a ponytail,

“You want wine? Cause I could go for some….I know, not a great combination with our food.” She brushed by him, to grab the wine and one glass, pausing for his answer.

Randy shrugged, he was already here, why not?

“Sure, not the weirdest we’ve ever had.” He smirked a bit as she rolled her eyes and opened the wine, filling the glasses. “Don’t remind me.” He laughed slightly as he took a survey of the main sitting room before sitting at his chair. She had not planned to move today at all huh. 

Randy glanced at the tv, before pointing at it with a fork, “It’s really that bad…?” The movie Ola had on the tv was terrible. She scrunched her nose at him as she took a few bites of her food and sip of wine.

“It’s just the anniversary of when the guy who supposedly loved me decided to just dump me out of the blue and leave the company? Yeah, I’m still a little hurt, Randy.” She paused and looked at him before looking back at her food. 

Randy watched her as he ate and frowned, alright, true. He couldn’t blame her. The way Cody had ended their relationship had been shitty. All because Ola refused to leave WWE, not after she was finally getting a push and accusing her of having something with him. That something being that apparently everyone thought Ola and Randy were dating because of their natural chemistry. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that to be true. He’d been harboring some type of feelings for the tiny blonde and pink haired woman for years now but Cody had beat him to the punch. So he pushed it down and away, he had been happy for them, truly. However, he had seen red when Ola had come to Sarah’s room sobbing with her bags and trying to explain what happened. It took the others to stop him and Sarah from knocking sense into Cody.

They ate silently for awhile,

“Did you at least tell Sarah you were okay? She was messaging me all day, asking questions.” That got a small smile from the tiny woman. “I did answer her shortly before you knocked, yes. So she knows that I’m not dead.” He nodded and drank more wine as he sat back, studying her. 

While she was distracted eating, he ran his eyes over her form. Damn it, even like this she was stunning. It wasn’t helping that her crop top clung perfectly to her chest and the shorts she had on, could count as a second skin. He took another drink of wine and looked away with a small shake of his head, maybe coming was a mistake.

Ola took a drink before sitting back and looked down, 

“Thank you….for this and coming over.” She rubbed her arm with her hand, “I know how I get and just, “ She looked up at him, a warm smile on her lips, “I appreciate it.” 

He stared at her for a second before laughing a little, “I don’t think you need to thank me.” He shook his head and leaned on his elbow, “I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t try something.” She snorted before she laughed softly, 

“Fine, fine…” Ola shook her head as she stood, starting to clean up the food containers. Randy followed suit and helped her put the leftovers away, before filling their glasses again. 

Ola paused and leaned on the counter, scratching the back of her head,

“Hey….Randy..?”

He was moving to her couch, setting their glasses on the side table before raising a brow as he looked at her, “Yeah, what’s up?”

She played with the end of her ponytail as she walked to stand in front of him. God she hated how small she was compared to him. Her 5’2” frame looked comically small next to his giant 6’5’ frame. She hadn’t initially noticed how tight his shirt was but now it was hard to miss. The pants he was wearing looked great on him too. She bit her lip,

“I know this is a big ask but ... .would you mind staying the night here…? Now that you’re here, I don’t want to be alone again.” She glanced up at him, this shouldn't be embarrassing but for whatever reason it was. 

Randy stared down at her, swallowing as he watched her. Fuck she was so fucking small. He cleared his throat again before smiling,

“Not a big ask at all, Ola. I don’t mind crashing here.” She beamed up at him and wrapped her arms around him, well the best she could,

“I really appreciate it….” He carefully put his arms around her and rolled his eyes a bit, 

“Ola you’ve known me for how long…? We’re watching a less shitty movie though” Her smile turned sheepish as he pulled away and sat down on her couch, grabbing the remote. She huffed softly at him, grabbing her wine and sat beside him as she took a drink.

Randy decided on some action movie, it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. 

“I’m not going to complain about that. This movie was actually the worst.”

Over the course of the movie, they had both finished their wine. Ola was pleasantly loose and had snuggled close to Randy out of habit. It wasn’t unusual for them, though to others, maybe it did look suspicious. She hummed softly as he stretched his arm over her shoulders, tucking her close. The man was a walking furnace, and she was grateful since she was always freezing. She paused and studied his features as the flashing from the movie made different features stand out. He was really handsome, especially when he was relaxed. He glanced at her, smirking a bit,

“I know I'm good looking and all but, a picture will last longer. Don’t you have enough of them around here…?” 

Ola rolled her eyes and smacked his chest,

“Fucking hilarious, you come up that yourself?” Which just made the larger man laugh as Ola turned to the movie, watching the screen.

Now it was Randy’s turn to stare. It was bad enough that she was pressed to his side and he could smell her shampoo and perfume. He was internally grateful of the blanket over him, the pants he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. He swallowed as he looked her over again…fuck. He shouldn’t have done that. Of course, it was chilly in here and that’s why she was pressed against his side. She wasn’t wearing a bra….of course not. She was lounging alone for hours. His throat suddenly felt dry and the room suddenly was stifling. 

As if on queue, Ola looked back at him with a puzzled face, 

“You alright…? You don’t look okay” She took her hand and brushed it against his forehead as she frowned and leaned closer to him slightly. 

Randy swallowed harshly again as he watched her lean in and felt her fingers brush his skin. He leaned forward himself slightly, realizing how little space was left between them. He had a decision to make finally. He slowly took her wrist and pulled it away from him, which just confused Ola more,

“Randy…what…?” His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back again and now it was Ola’s turn to swallow roughly.

She watched his eyes and bit her lip. Was today when, whatever, had been brewing between them over the years finally boiled over?

She flicked her eyes to his and back to his lips. 

That was all the confirmation he needed. Randy pressed his lips to hers and groaned as she threw her arm around his neck. Ola groaned softly into the kiss as she pressed herself closer to him as he pulled away. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, dragging his gaze over her body. She shuddered in response, shifting her hips and using her hands to steady herself on his chest. She knew she was flushed and it only darkened as she felt him below her. Her head was fuzzy and she flexed her fingers against his chest. Holy shit.

Randy kneaded her hipster before pulling her in for another kiss. This one was more desperate, hungry. He wanted to devour her, make her his. Ola gasped as he slid his hands to her ass and pulled her against himself. She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her hand slid to the back of his head and her other one fisted his shirt in her hand. Ola’s senses were being assaulted. He was so much. So big…everywhere. She could feel his hard cock straining  against his pants where she sat. She gently rolled her hips against him and Randy growled into her mouth. He pulled back, kissing down her neck,

“Do that again…” He breathed as he gripped her hips harder, there would definitely be bruises but she didn't care. She did as she was told and rolled her hips once more, making herself gasp as he growled against her neck. He trailed one hand up her stomach, reveling in the way her muscles twitched under his touch. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, until a spot made her inhale through her nose. Randy smirked against her skin and sucked the skin there, a bruise already forming, while his hand traveled up and cupped her breast. She whined softly, arching into his touch as he ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt.

Ola tugged at Randy’s shirt when she whined, 

“This needs to come off…” Randy smirked but complied as Ola leaned back enough for him to toss the shirt aside. She smirked slightly and ran her hands up his stomach, scraping her nails against his skin. She reveled the goosebumps that trailed behind her nails. He groaned in his chest,

“Hold on to me..” Ola squeaked and clung to him as he stood up, making his way to her bedroom. He pushed the door open, quickly kicking it shut behind him. He plopped her down on her bed, making her gasp softly. Randy covered her form with his body, kissing up her stomach. She hooked her legs around him as he kissed up her neck. With his hand, he cupped one of her breasts, kneading it, and making her shudder. Randy played with the hem of the shirt, Ola took the hint and arched her back so he could pull it off. It went flying into the darkness of the room. 

She met the kiss with a ferocity. Ola’s nails dug into his bicep and back as they fought for dominance. He pulled back with a groan as she nipped his lower lip, her fangs catching as they pulled apart. Her eyes met his, the pupils blown, and she swallowed roughly as he licked the blood from his lip.

“Holy shit…” He breathed before he groaned out loudly as he cupped both of her breasts, swiping her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned and arched into the touch. Taking the hint he bent his head down, taking one of the nipples into his mouth and sucking. Ola gasped loudly, tightening her legs around him and involuntarily bucking her hips against him. Randy growled while he sucked, his other hand moving to her hip to steady her as he rolled his hips against her. She groaned as one hand trailed down his arm, gripping his bicep and her other hand shot to the back of his head as she met the roll of his hips. He let go of her nipple with a wet popping sound as he met her lips in a hungry kiss. 

“Oh princess….we can play that way.”

She opened her mouth to say something but he left a trail of kisses and sucked bruises down her neck and chest before he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it. Ola let out a squeaking noise before she grabbed the back of his head,

“More, fuck, m-more..” He flicked his eyes up to her before popping off her nipple. He held her close suddenly and flipped them. He kissed her as he sat them both up and helped her re-adjust so she was straddling one of his thighs, She steadied herself and looked up through her lashes at him as he smirked.

Randy kissed under her ear before nipping her earlobe,

“I want to watch you fall apart on my thigh.” He whispered in her ear. She bit her lip but wrapped her arms around his neck as he set his hands on her hips. She set a slow pace, rolling her hips against his muscular thigh. She gasped softly and her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed across her neck.

“Eyes open..” Ola groaned but opened her eyes to look at him, which made him smirk. As she quickened her pace, one of his hands remained on her hip to keep her steady while the other roamed up her back, thighs, any exposed skin before ending back at her breast. He lowered his head to a nipple again while the other tugged at her other nipple. 

Ola’s brain felt like molasses, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion but the sensations were making her whole body burn. She knew she sounded like a whiny mess as he continued his menstrations as she bucked faster and harder against his thigh. It had been too long, far too long, and she was being devoured by him. Her moans started to get breathier as she felt that band in her lower stomach tighten and burn red hot,

“F-fuck, “ She whined out loudly when he nipped her nipple, “I’m…fuck, so c-close..” She could’ve sworn there was a glint in his eyes at that. She knew her nails would leave marks as she clawed at his shoulder and bicep as she neared her edge.

“Come for me princess,” He kissed up the center of her chest. 

That was all she needed.

Ola’s eyes rolled back as a broken gasping moan left her lips as her orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. She slowed her hips as she rode it out, reveling in how she could feel his muscles contract in his thigh. Her whole body was buzzing and every nerve felt like it was on hyperdrive as she leaned back, panting and looking up at the ceiling.

Randy growled lowly as he watched her ride out her orgasm. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, he was wrong. He held her upright so she didn’t fall back as the high of her orgasm wore off. She looked back at him, with a dopey smile, 

“Holy shit…” He smirked before he kissed her again, before she pushed him back on the bed. She stared at him and ran her hands down his chest and stomach, digging her nails in and leaving a trail of red. She hummed softly before she looked at him and crawled off his lap. He leaned up to watch her with a raised brow. She smirked as she slowly, painfully slowly, dragged her shorts and panties down her hips.

Randy had to hold back a groan as he watched and he could swear he could see a sheen on her panties from her previous orgasm.

“Figured I don’t need those anymore…” She walked slowly back to him, before resting her hands on his thighs, running them up to the waistband of his pants. She teasingly played with the band, snapping it against him a few times before she slowly slid his pants down his thighs and groaned in her throat. She wasn’t expecting that. All the years she roomed with the man, she never knew he went commando. She bit her lip as his cock slapped against his stomach. She also wasn’t expecting the size, well, she had an idea. The man used to talk a big game and honestly with his size she’d be shocked otherwise.

Randy watched her, completely hypnotized by the events unfolding in front of him. Had he ever thought that he’d actually be in this position? Younger, cockier him absolutely thought so but him now, not even slightly. He had gotten content in their relationship as it was. He kicked his pants away, a cocky smirk crossing his lips as Ola looked stunned. His ego was still there, he couldn’t help it. He watched as she took him in her hand, using her thumb to press on the underside as she pumped him slowly,

“There’s no way in hell this is fitting in me…” She muttered, her cheeks flushing red as she looked at him. Randy’s eyes involuntarily fluttered as she used her thumb to swipe over the head of his cock. He gently grabbed her wrist as she shot him a confused look. Slowly, he stood up before scooping her back up. She gasped and clung to him as he pinned her to the bed. She locked her legs around him the best she could as they both groaned and bucked against each other. He panted against her neck, 

“Oh, I’m going to make it fit…” he ran his tongue over her skin, “Shit, i need to be in you.” She scratched the back of his head as she moaned softly, 

“Then what are you waiting for?” 

Randy growled as he pulled back, he grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times. He slid the head of his cock against her slit, gathering the slick from her previous orgasm on the head. She whimpered when he stroked against her clit before he aligned with her hole. He looked down at her as she bit her lip as he pressed the head of his cock into her. Both of them let out a loud groan in unison. Watching her expressions as she gripped the blanket beneath her as he continued to push into her. He swallowed as he kept himself from slamming home. He wanted nothing more than to push himself all the way into her tight cunt and fold her in half, claiming her for himself. But the rational part of his brain kept it slow.

Ola’s hips arched as Randy pushed farther in. He was fucking huge. Or she was really tiny. Or most likely both. She screwed her eyes shut as she focused on feeling every inch of his cock as it entered her. She heard him growl as she involuntarily clenched around him as he filled her. She couldn't help it…it had been awhile and the way he filled her. Randy tapped her thigh,

“I said, eyes open princess. Don't close them again.” She groaned but pried open her eyes again. She was met with a smirk and a glint in his blue eyes, “good girl.” Ola clenched around him again at that and that just made the man's smirk grow. Shit. 

Randy leaned down and nipped her earlobe, “Does my princess like to be praised?” He let out a chuckle, deep in his throat as he heard her swallow. Randy pressed kisses along her neck,

“You're taking me so fucking well. I knew I could fit in your tight cunt…” he hissed as she clenched on his cock again and seemingly pulled him in more. “You're so hungry for me aren't you?” He laughed against her skin and she let out a squeaking noise, avoiding his gaze. He leaned back, running his hands down her body before grabbing her hips and looking over her form. Fuck he never thought he'd have her like this. 

Randy rolled his hips experimentally, earning a gasp from Ola and he smirked. He set a steady pace, learning the rhythms of her body as he explored her chest with his mouth. Ola let out little gasps when he grazed that spot in her. She grabbed his face and brought him up for a sloppy his as she panted against his lips,

“Randy….” She slip her thumb over his lower lip, “fuck me like you own me.”

Randy's brain blue screened moment at that. Was she serious? He stared at her and that was the confirmation he needed. He leaned back, folding her legs to her chest, 

“You asked for this.” 

Randy set a brutal pace as he held her ankles, keeping her in place. He revealed the broken whines and moans that left her throat, the way she clenched around him and the way her cunt seemingly sucked him in deeper. And the way her chest bounced with each thrust. He groaned loudly before leaning down again, pulling her close to him. He needed to feel more of her. He needs to devour her.

Ola's eyes rolled as he pressed close, the angle perfectly hitting that spot inside her. She clawed at his back, shoulders and arms, knowing damn well that there would be marks tomorrow. 

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of sex. Randy's growling and groaning, Ola's whining and moaning and the wet slap of skin on skin.

She clung to him tighter as her moans grew louder in his ear, “I'm…shit…Randy I'm so close…” he groaned as she tightened around him again, he slid a hand between them, finding her clit. She gasped and arched into him more as he rubbed her clit with his thrusts. The heat popped in her belly as he grabbed his face and kissed him, sloppily, moaning huskily against his lips as her second orgasm of the night crashed into her.

Randy panted against her lips and he tightened his hold on her, his thrusts getting sloppy as he rode her through her orgasm. He buried his face against her neck and let out a growly moan as he buried himself deep and came inside her, rolling his hips slowly as he rode out his own orgasm. They both slumped down, breathing heavy as Ola skated her nails over Randy's back as they caught their breath. She smirked as he sat up on his forearms and looked at her, a sheepish smile on his lips,

“How are you feeling?” Ola snorted and kissed his nose, 

“You moron, I feel great. I'll be sore as all hell tomorrow but it's worth it.” She kissed him gently as he slowly pulled out of her, making her whimper at the loss of the fullness feeling. He leaned back slightly and groaned in his chest watching their combined fluids leak from her. He took two fingers, scooping it up and pushing it back into her making her whimper slightly,

“It stays in there.” 

Carefully, he scooped her up and walked to the bathroom, setting her down gently as she used the counter as support. She gasped when she looked in the mirror while he got the shower ready. She trailed her fingers over the bite marks on her skin and shook her head. She was so glad she didn't need to be on tv for a few days, 

“What the fuck Randal?” He chuckled at that and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing under her ear,

“Sorry, I couldn't help myself.” He laughed as she slapped his arms and muttered ‘unbelievable’ under her breath as she broke away and into the shower. He chuckled as he examined the damage she had done to him, oh yeah, her nails had done a number on him. He stared at the claw like marks down his back and smirked,

“And you yelled at me.” Which earned her tossing a wet washcloth at his head,

“Just get in here you idiot.” He laughed loudly but complied.

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Hiiii!! I hope you’re doing amazing! I’m sorry you’re having a bit of writers block at the moment as I know how difficult that can be!! I saw you opened your requests to see if that would help so I figured I would request something!

Maybe Rhea x Reader, where Reader is also a wrestler and her aesthetic is super girly and cute and bubbly (kinda like Tiffany Stratton) and something about it just draws Rhea in. Like she tried to act like she hates it and doesn’t like Reader, but eventually she just can’t and caves to how adorable Reader is and it brings out Rhea’s sweet side! 🩷

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, rhea’s sexual thoughts tho…a lot of fluff and sweet moments, reader being a tease (let’s pretend rhea is still champion here) ‼️

heartbeat

rhea hated when someone tried to take her title away. but she hated even more when you became her main opponent for a title run.

you and the dark haired woman were completely the opposite. you were a face, she was a heel. you wore pink, she wore black. you were kind and loved backstage, she was a menace with anyone who dared to even look into her eyes.

she hated the idea of having to fight with you. she already handled a liv morgan, a tiffany stratton and now she had to face you.

she absolutely despised having you as her main opponent and no matter how many times she tried to resonate with adam, he said that you deserved that title run more than anyone. and she knew it too. she observed you. you were good, you were smart, you worked more on psychological fights than physical fights and for the first time, rhea was afraid.

you and her never really talked outside of the company. she wasn’t in your group and you weren’t in hers.

so the first time you got to share a few words was when you two had a promo and even if rhea looked so intimidating, you were ready for a challenge and you showed her who you really were.

“so you think you can take my title?” she shouted into the mic, staring at you. she looked for something that could have scared you away but she find nothing.

you simply laughed, taking a few steps forward her “i’m damn sure i can” you stated making the crowd cheer.

she was ready to reply back. she was so ready to put you in place but having you so close to her made her freeze. your vanilla scent intoxicating her. your challenging eyes never leaving her face. something about you made her even more interested into this feud. you made her heart beat fast and she couldn’t understand why.

“cat got your tongue, mami?” you teased her, hearing even more chants from the crowd.

“stay out of my way” she said coldly before dropping the mic to the ground and leaving the ring.

as days passed, rhea moved cautiously around you. observing you at the gym, observing the way your body moved inside the ring as you trained. she couldn’t help the filthy thoughts running in her head when she saw the sweat dripping down your body.

watching you fight other opponents and she hated admitting it but she found you extremely attractive. she never imagined herself being attracted by some barbie doll prototype but here she was.

you, flaunting your pink gear, your perfect make up and curled hair, ready to fight liv morgan - once again.

you knew it was going to be an easy match. you fought liv multiple times and you always won but somehow it didn’t go exactly as you planned. sure, you got your win but liv managed to injury you.

rhea watched all the match behind the scenes and a lump form in her throat.

how the heck did liv manage to injury you? she was supposed to keep you safe inside the ring just like you did with her and instead she fucked up and probably costed you a title run.

she should be happy that you weren’t her opponent any longer but she was actually looking for a chance to fight you.

you struggled walking back, helped by some trainers, they let you sit comfortably in the medical area as a doctor checked upon on you.

sprained ankle.

a couple of weeks of no fighting, no training at the gym and no title run opportunity. this was definitely not what you were expecting.

as you slowly walked back to the locker room, you were stopped by the infamous rhea ripley.

“hey…” she greeted you, making you look at her with a confused expression.

“i’m out of your way now, are you happy?” you sarcastically asked her but you saw how serious she was.

“no, not really…i was really looking forward to fight you, can’t believe im stuck again with that mid morgan girl” she said, clearly mad.

her words made you laugh “it won’t be for too long, give me a month to recover and then i’ll happily pin you down the floor” you teased, seeing her blush.

her strong facade fell when you talked dirty to her. she felt her cheeks burn but she tried to keep up with you “i can’t wait for that moment to come then…”

you were absolutely in for whatever rhea was trying to do with you “challenge accepted then, see you in a month” you winked but as soon as you tried to walk again, a sharp pain rang through your foot, making you flinch a little.

“hey, you okay?” rhea immediately asked when she saw the pain expression in your eyes.

“i have to get used to walk with just one foot” you laughed.

“here, let me help you…” her hand softly moved around your hip, helping you back to the locker room so you could gather your belongings and then go straight to the hotel. she walked slowly, never forcing you or your body.

“i didn’t know rhea was a kind one” you joked, making her laugh.

“i’m not. i never liked you y/n…this bubbly energetic person you are, i always hated it…too much pink, too much kindness” she whispered.

“why is it in the past?”

“because somehow your annoying personality caught my attention” she confessed, making you look at her with a teasing face.

“that’s good to keep in mind next time i’m facing you in the ring…” you said making her roll her eyes.

once you got to the locker room, rhea packed all of your stuff. your make up, your clothes, your perfume - the vanilla perfume - and she took the bag over her shoulder.

“do you need a ride to the hotel?” she offered and you couldn’t turn her offer down so you agreed.

as you were settled in her car, you found her to be a comforting presence. maybe she really wasn’t the mean one everyone talked about.

before you could speak, metal songs blasted through the speakers and it took you a couple of minutes to realise that you and rhea couldn’t be more different “do you really listen to that?” you asked, a little confused.

“yeah…it’s amazing” she happily said as she drove.

“it’s giving me a headache” you complained, making her roll her eyes for the second time that night.

“what do you listen uh? let me guess? taylor swift?” she said almost too annoyed.

“hey! she’s a good artist! and no, i listen other people too! i listen to people who actually make music and not scream into a microphone for three minutes straight” oh you were so in for a tease right now and seeing how she scrunched her nose made you feel like you were hitting the right buttons.

“let’s not start or i’ll drop you here in the middle of the road” she joked, clearly amused by the whole situation. you ended up sitting there and watching her driving fast around town.

she helped you with the bags and only left your hotel room once she made sure that you were okay. she even left you her phone number so you could call her in case something happened - as she said.

a week has passed and you couldn’t even lie to yourself - you were actually enjoying texting rhea and having random conversations in the middle of the night with her. you remember texting her once you got home and asked her if she wanted to come over as you were bored and reluctantly she accepted.

she would be lying to herself but you attracted her. you were like a magnet and she couldn’t get enough of you. she would help you any time you asked her.

randomly going through your tiktok, you heard the bell ringing and without thinking twice, you slowly got up and opened the door, finding an adorable rhea ripley with junk food in one hand and a pink fluffy blanket in the other.

you looked at her for a second, too stunned to speak.

“you letting me in or are we going to stare at each other all day long?” she asked, her usual sarcastic tone lingering with some sneaky jokes too.

“oh sorry, yeah, come in…i wasn’t expecting you with food and a pink blanket…i actually wasn’t expecting you at all” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little bit because you had no idea why was rhea in your living room now.

“i was at the supermarket and i had my day off, i saw the blanket and i thought you would like it…here” she handed you the blanket almost as she was annoyed by it, trying to maintain her dark and mean side but deep down you knew that she was a softie.

you gladly accepted the gift and invited her to sit on the couch with you “what about the food?” you teased her, seeing her rolling her eyes at any remark you made was now a habit.

“i was hungry and i thought you would like some food too…” she tried so hard not to go soft with you but your smile and bubbly personality were making it hard for her.

“rhea ripley thought of me? i feel honoured” you laughed making her giggle.

“shut up and eat while i pick a movie…” she stated as she started swiping movies catalogue on netflix.

she chose something fun, something romantic, knowing that it was your favourite genre of film.

“i’m pretty sure you’re studying me so in two weeks you know how to make me lose against you for the title run” you joked, making her laugh.

“honey, there’s no way you’re gonna beat my ass during that run, that’s my title and my title only but i’ll happily pin you down” she turned her face to you, a sneaky smirk on her face as her mind fantasised about the idea of having to pin you down, under her body.

“you so sure about that ripley?” you tested her “what if i am the one to pin you down?

rhea wouldn’t mind having you over her to be honest. in any other situation she would have let you being in charge but not when there was her title on the line.

“we will see in a couple of weeks” she winked “now watch the movie before i put some freaky horror on” she teased you knowing how much you hated horror movies.

“okay mami” you whispered making her roll her eyes - again. you displayed the pink blanket over your body and over rhea’s body too “before you say anything, it’s cold outside and i don’t wanna hear you complain for the next two hours” but rhea definitely wasn’t going to complain. she never had you so close, your body was like a magnet and was so close to hers that it was enough to keep her warm. your head softly laid over her shoulder and even if you couldn’t see her, you felt her body relax against you.

maybe she was going to pin you in the ring but you knew who was really in charge outside of the company and seeing her so calm and relaxed in your presence made you feel something different about your friendship, as if there was something more but you couldn’t really point it out.

spending the rest of the night in each other’s company, joking and laughing about the smallest things.

as the second movie of the night ended, you really needed to stretch yourself out as you grew a little uncomfortable sitting for almost four hours in the same position. she helped you standing up and you slowly tested the water, instead of putting your hands around her shoulders as you always did, you put them around her waist.

the height difference between you two was pretty obvious but that didn’t stop you to have your way with her “i have a feeling you feel something for me” you teased her watching her in her eyes.

“i don’t know what you are talking about…” she tried so hard to maintain her composure but she was struggling, especially when she had you so close.

“so what if i asked you to kiss me? would you back up?” you always been a tease but this was something else even for you.

“no…” she whispered, her eyes softly looking down at you.

before she could make any move, you kissed her. your lips meeting her soft ones, a smile pressed on her face as you kept kissing her “i’m definitely gonna pin you rhea” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“keep dreaming barbie” as she grew more comfortable, her hand moved behind your back and pressed you against her body “remember, it’s always monday night mami…” her devious look was back as if you helped her gain her confidence back around you.

“you know…i’m always in for a challenge…”

yeah, maybe she was the rhea ripley but you knew how good you were and being able to tease her and make her so flustered around you was definitely a weapon in your sleeve.

“we will see pretty girl…” falling in love with the enemy wasn’t definitely her plan but somehow you managed to make her heart beat faster anytime you were close and now she felt like she couldn’t get enough of you.

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i’m receiving a few requests and i’m trying to overcome my writer block 🤞🏼🩷 thank you for your patience and kind words 🩷🩷

[4milly]

that back. |R.R|

heyyyyyyyy. this is dedicated to @harmshake for inspiring me. love ya twin. ty always <3 ty for getting me out my funk and inspiring me.

and @shes2real. loveeeeeee ur fics. gotta go check em out if you haven’t.

warnings: pure smut. no plot. nun. just freakayyyyy. no one under 18.

parings: roman reigns x black!reader

“ah!” your fresh manicured white toes popped as your leg laid over your man’s shoulder

“i know, babygirl, i know…” he sighed into your neck as his hips continued to snap towards your pussy, “been a good girl all day for me…gotta give my baby her reward.”

roman loved being vocal during sex. he loved making your head spin and your heart swell with his words making you speechless. well…you were already speechless but yk what i mean.

he grabbed you other leg hiking it up further around his waist allowing you to feel him deeper, “why are y—you fucking me like this?” you strain latching your hand onto his back, digging ur nails into it attempting to relive the pressure in your center

“why not? tight ass pussy always ready for me. you hear her crying for me? let me show her daddy’s home.”

squelching noises echoed from around the room. you could feel yourself dripping down roman’s dick right onto the bed sheets creating a wet spot. your pussy swollen and worn out yet still squeezing down on him pulling him back inside for more. he loved you like this for him—a babbling, dizzy, dick drunk mess. you loved it even more.

he pampered you in and out of the bed room; this all starting from coming home to a hot bath waiting with candles and pink rose petals scattered around. you let him wash your body down, an intimate act all too familiar, before his washcloth covered hand got closer towards ur aching pussy—washing rubbing you there letting the heat from the cloth bring you towards your first orgasm of the night. you both quickly took it to somewhere it wouldn’t turn into a slip n’ slide…well?

that familiar feeling for the 4th time tonight pulsed inside your belly again ready to gush out onto your man’s dick.

“shit! You gotta stop scratchin’ me baby…” he hissed before throwing ur legs over his arms, pushing them towards either side of your head

his movements sped him, continuing to dig at your pussy making a mess in the middle of your thighs. bad choice.

you lived for your man’s back. the way his body loomed over yours like a shield felt nearly romantic. and it was beautiful to say the least. you knew if you kept leaving marks, he’d kill you for it in the morning. he’d have to cover up again, which would make him loose out on money. roman knew his fan base, the ladies wanted what they wanted. but fuck those hoes…you’d give them something to stare at for-sure now. you’d carve ur name with your nails if you could.

your nails caved inwards again in his skin dragging all around to relieve both the pain and pleasure your man was creating with the swivel of his hips. the vein in his dick pulsing against ur spot with the new stroke. your hips attempting to buck into the mattress to escape the new rhythm.

“you feel me baby? right in that pussy? right where i need to be, baby. you wetting it up so good baby. i’m not stopping till you cum on it.”

“f-fu-uckkk! i can’t roman, ah!” you sobbed out sinking ur teeth into his shoulder. your pussy clenching and unclenching, his dick desparate to find its hiding place in your pussy.

“why not baby? fuckin’ good ass pussy. gimme what i want, babygirl. get that nut.” he roared into your ear

not for the first time, you felt the white flash behind ur eyes as heat radiated from ur toes right towards your pussy. with a loud whine of incoherent words, your cum gushed out around roman’s still thrusting cock now with a new layer of your cum coating it, fucking your through it. you let out a mixture of screams and sobs as he chased his nut, fucking into you faster, the stimulation becoming too much to bare. your nails scratching roman anywhere it could, clawing at him.

“where can i cum baby? where you want it at?”

“in my pussy..” you whimper out hoarsely

“nah, speak up. Where you want it at, baby? i can come in this pussy? My pussy?”

“in my pussy! fuck! cum in meeee, roman. cum in me, pleaseeee.” you beg with a pout, he leaned down connecting your lips together. his strokes becoming erratic before you felt the long hot spurts of his cum spraying your walls.

“shit! fuck! i can’t stop, baby. ahh!” he moaned in your ear as his thrust slowed down. your breaths both racing to pull it back into your lungs

roman continued to feed you small soft thrust before pulling out. he eased your legs of your shoulders to watch the mixture of your cum oozing out of your pussy and dribble onto the bed sheets. he lowered a thumb to your clit to rub small circles, causing your pussy to convulse and push his cum out in bubbled pools. after, he used his thumb to finger fuck it back into you with a small whimper, he got up to grab a towel to clean you off.

“damn, baby!” you hear him call out from the dark bathroom

“what?” you strain out, still trying to catch your heart rate back to normal

“we gotta invest in some gloves or something for you, when we fuckin’ baby girl.” he reemerged from the bathroom with a towel in hand. you took the time to notice all the bright red scratches that coated his tanned arms, and the teeth marks in his neck. he did a small spin, to show you his back.

he damn near looked fresh out of a TLC match.

“shouldn’t have been fuckin’ me like that than.”

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

"It was mine from the moment I touched it."

This is #2 out of 10 of my Phrase Series, hope you all enjoy! ❤️

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Word Count: 2.4 k

~18+ THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT!!~

Joe grunted as he checked the time on his watch. He gritted his teeth as he looked out the window at her house, all the lights were off indicating she wasn’t home. He sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on the headrest. She was playing games and he was not in the mood. 

He rechecked his watch before stanching his phone out of the cup holder. “Hey Siri, call Babygirl.”  He put the phone on speaker before closing his eyes again. 

“Please leave a message for 305-” Joe hung up the phone and opened their text thread 

To Babygirl: you playin'… imma have to show you im not the one to play with. 

Egypt groaned as her date for the night, Hakiem pulled up in front of her house. Joe’s white Cadillac Escalade stood out like a sore thumb in her driveway. Hakiem, who still had his hand on her exposed thigh arched his eyebrow and looked at her. “You good.” 

“Yeah.” she sighed. “Just… don’t pay attention to anything he says.”  She opened the door and got out of his car, leaving him confused for a second before he shut the car off and followed behind her.  As they walked up the stone pathway to her house she heard the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut, signaling that Joe had got out of his car. 

“You knew I was coming to see you today.” Joe started and Egypt could feel him staring at the back of her head as she fumbled around her purse for her keys.  

“And I told you not to. We’re over Leati.”  

“I’m sorry I can’t drop everything for you Egypt. You knew about my job and how important my role in the company is to me.” He shot back. He turned his attention to the man who was blocking Joe from getting to Egypt and sucked his teeth. By the way, the man was looking at him, Joe knew that he recognized him.  “You gonna move or do I have to move you?” 

“Joe!” Egypt chided just as she opened her front door. She turned around and stared at Joe. 

“Look. I don’t know the situation or anything, but Egypt said she doesn’t wanna talk to you so maybe you should back off.” 

Joe slowly blinked before turning his attention to Hakiem. He shook his head as he started to chuckle.  Egypt gulped as she looked between the two men, she looked down at her heels and decided that she was not dressed properly to stop a fight between them. 

“Joe…” Egypt trailed off, walking around Hakiem and standing in front of Joe, placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t.”  Joe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  “Hakiem, I’ll text you later okay?” 

Hakiem scoffed, his face scrunched up as he looked between Joe and Egypt. Hakiem’s brows knitted together, clearly not happy with the situation. He stood his ground, his jaw tight, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he tried to make sense of Egypt’s request. He had come here to be with her, not to play peacekeeper between her and the man who still seemed to think he had some claim over her. “Deadass?” He asked, fist balling at the smirk that was now on Joe’s face. 

“You heard her, leave.”  Joe’s smile got wider as Hakiem slightly pushed Egypt out of the way and walked into Joe’s face. Joe didn’t move an inch, still standing there, his posture confident, almost smug, as if he knew exactly what Hakiem was thinking and was daring him to act on it. “Whatchu’ gon’ do? Huh?’ 

Hakiem’s jaw tightened as he glared at Joe. His fist tightened and before he could do anything, Egypt pushed him back and stood in front of Joe. Hakiem scoffed at how she was protectively standing in front of him. “Hakiem, please. Leave.” 

“You heard the lady. Why don't you run along now? The grown-ups need to talk.” 

“Nigga I’ll fuck you up -” 

“Enough!” Egypt yelled over Hakiem. “You need to leave,” Egypt said locking eyes with Hakiem. “Now.” 

“Man, whatever,” Hakiem sucked his teeth. “You probably wasn’t givin’ up no pussy anyway.”  Hakiem rolled his eyes and stormed over to his car. Egypt could have sworn she saw him throw up his middle finger as he sped away. 

Egypt rolled her eyes and then turned to walk into her house, not bothering to shut the food behind her because she knew Joe was going to follow her. 

“We have one argument and you already tryna give my shit away huh?”  Joe smirked as he followed Egypt into the home. He shut and locked the front door and enabled the alarm. Nobody would be leaving until the morning. He toed off his Jordans and left them at the front door before walking into the living room where Egypt was sitting on the couch massaging her feet. 

“You ignoring me now?” Joe asked. 

Egypt sighed. “Why are you still here?” 

“You gonna put me out?”  

Egypt sighed again and stood from the couch. She brushed past Joe and started walking towards her bedroom. She should have shut the door in his face when she entered the house. He was so infuriating.   “What do you want?” 

“You.” 

Egypt huffed and startd to peel the bodysuit off her body. “You're unbelievable,” Egypt muttered, her back to Joe as she shimmied out of the tight fabric. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin.

Joe leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “I'm unbelievable? You're the one who had some random ass dude at your house.”

Now only dressed in her bra and panties, Egypt turned around and glared at Joe while folding her arms over her chest.  “Let me remind you, you walked out on me. All I asked for was more of your time.” 

“And you know I come here wherever I can. I can’t just not show up to work, Egypt. I can’t be around my kids because you wanna cuddle and watch movies all day. I told you I love you and I meant it. But you gotta grow up. I can’t be with you 24/7. I’m a grown-ass man with responsibilities.” 

Egypt scoffed and shook her head. “You’re absolutely right.” Turning on her heels, she marched into her closet. Joe huffed and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to come back. When she did reenter the room, she was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt. “You’re a grown man with responsibilities and I don’t fit into your life.” 

Joe let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it. I’m trying. I’ve asked you multiple times to move to Miami with me and you said no. I asked you just to visit and you said no. I asked just for you to come on the road with me, not all the time but maybe a couple times a month and you said no.  I’ve been trying to build something with you, but every time I try, you shut me out. I’m not asking you to leave everything behind, but I’ve made it clear that I want you with me. And every time, you say no. So what the hell am I supposed to do?” 

Egypt felt her resolve crack a little. Moving to Miami would be a huge step for her. She would be leaving behind her family and all her friends, most of whom she has had since middle school. Joe knew that Egypt leaving her parents behind would be hard for her. 

“I know you’re scared of leaving your parents,” he said, his voice steady but soft, causing Egypt to look up at him.“'But I’m just asking for a chance. For us to really try and make this work."

“I’m scared Joe.” She finally admitted and Joe stood up from the bed and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. “What if I leave everything behind and it doesn't work out?” She whispered into his chest “What if we don’t work out? I don’t want to lose you, Joe.” 

“Won’t ever happen,” Joe said matter of factly. “I’m not promising you that everything will be perfect, Egypt. I promise you that we’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out together, no matter what happens. I’m not going anywhere. And I won’t let you go through this alone.”  Joe gently cupped her cheek in his hand. “Do you trust me?” He whispered looking deep into her eyes. 

Her heart skipped, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. She stared back into his eyes, searching for any trace of doubt, any sign that he might not be as sure as he was saying. But all she saw was certainty—certainty in him, in his commitment to her. “Yes.” She whispered back. 

  Joe’s hand gently slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and without a word, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as if Joe was giving her one last chance to change her mind. But as Egypt melted into his embrace, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent.  Joe easily lifted Egypt into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Joe carried Egypt over to her bed and gently laid her down. He quickly rid himself of his black OTC hoodie and black Nike fit shirt.

Egypt did the same as she sat up on the bed and pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties again. Joe licked his lips as he climbed on the bed, his body covering hers as she laid down once again. Egypt let out a moan when Joe started trailing kisses down her neck and towards her breast. With his eyes locked onto hers, he quickly unclasped the front clasp. He cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple while his mouth closed over the other.  Egypt arched her back, gasping with pleasure as Joe's tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.

Joe's hand slid down her stomach, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. He stroked her through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. Egypt gasped and rocked her hips, craving more of his touch.

“Joe.” She moaned. “Please.” 

He smirked as he released her nipple from his mouth. “Tell me you love me.” He said as he stared trailing kisses down her stomach. Egypt let out a blissful sigh and Joe dipped his tongue into her belly button. 

“I love you.” She moaned out as he scraped his teeth against her sensitive skin. Joe hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him pull them down.

He paused and she opened her eyes to look at him. “We gon make this work. Me and you.” 

Egypt nodded eagerly. “Yes, baby. Me and you.” Her sentence broke off into a moan as Joe’s tongue finally made contact with her sensitive clit. Her back arched off the bed. She reached for his hair and let it out of the bun he had it in. 

Joe let out a low groan as her essence flowed into his mouth. Joe gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he devoured her. He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, he winked at her before he placed a kiss on her clit. 

He smirked at her as he rose to his full height. Egypt rose to her elbows and watched as he pulled his sweatpants and his briefs down. His eyes hungrily raked over her body. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He muttered. He climbed back into the bed as Egypt reached for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed her curves.

Egypt wrapped her legs around Joe's waist, pulling him closer. She could feel his hard length pressing against her entrance, teasing her. Joe broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, as he slowly pushed himself into her stretching and filling her. They both groaned at the sensation.

“Fuck.” He groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “I miss you baby. You missed me?” Egypt nodded, unable to talk because of how good Joe was making her feel. Joe quickened his pace, driving into her with more force. Egypt's moans grew louder, filling the room along with the sound of skin against skin. “Good ass pussy.” He muttered against her neck as sucked a hickey onto her neck. “Tryna give me shit away.”  He abruptly pulled out of her and turned her on her stomach. 

Egypt immediately got into position. Face down ass up. A small blissed-out smile on her face as she knew what was coming. Joe gripped both her ass cheeks in his hand as he spread them. He licked his lips as he buried himself back inside her. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. Egypt gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

“This my pussy.” He growled out, “Tell me.” 

“Joe” Egypt moaned, mouth wide open. “Fuck… it’s yours.” 

“I know it is. Shit was mine from the moment I touched it.” 

Egypt felt herself spiraling towards the edge, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Joe's possessive words and dominating presence only heightened her arousal. She pushed back against him, meeting his movements and taking him even deeper.

"That's right, take it all," Joe grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Show me how much you missed this dick."

Egypt cried out in ecstasy, her inner walls clenching around him. “Fuck… I wanna cum, can I cum?” 

Joe's hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her sensitive bud. He rubbed tight circles as he continued to pound into her from behind. "Come for me, baby," Joe commanded, his own breathing ragged. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze me."

Egypt let out a loud moan as her orgasm hit her. Joe continued to thrust into her causing her to squirt all over his lower half and her sheets. Joe stilled inside her as his orgasm hit him. He pumped into her a couple more times before dropping down onto the bed next to her and gathering her into his arms. 

“I love you Egypt,” Joe whispered after his breathing had gotten under control. “I want this to work with you. I can’t lose you either.” He said and she smiled up at him. 

“I guess I gotta call a moving company in the morning.” 

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[romanreignsbae]

sleepy kisses - R.R

At 3 AM, your whole house was still, the only sounds in the room being the soft rhythm of your breathing. You lay sound asleep, curled up under the warm blankets, unaware of the soft gaze Roman had fixed on you. His heart swelled with affection as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. He couldn’t help it. He was drawn to you in ways he couldn’t fully explain. Even though he should be asleep, he couldn’t fall into a slumber no matter how hard he tried, the back to back flights had completely destroyed his sleep schedule.

Roman had always been the quiet type, the type of guy who often got shy, especially away from his WWE persona, but when it came to you, he felt a need to be close, to feel your presence. The way you looked so peaceful, so beautiful in your slumber, made his heart skip a beat. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing a piece of hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your soft skin.

A soft sigh left his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering there longer than he had intended. Your face remained peaceful, your breath unchanging. He smiled to himself, unable to stop. Every time his lips met your skin, a little spark of joy spread inside him.

"You're perfect" Roman murmured under his breath, his lips now tracing the line of your jaw as he gently kissed his way down. He could feel your warmth against him, and it felt so right to be close to you like this. He kissed your cheek, then your neck, as if trying to memorize every inch of you. His heart raced a little faster with each kiss, his mind flooded with the tenderness he felt for you.

He pulled back briefly, watching your peaceful face for a moment. Then, before he could stop himself, he kissed your lips, just a brief, tender press of his mouth against yours. He couldn't resist the urge to remind himself that you were really here, that you were his.

He mumbled softly, "I love you.." though you remained asleep, unaware. Roman nestled closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in gently. He kissed the top of your head and sighed, feeling like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

[bloodlineslut]

Conjugal Visit | Roman Reigns

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! oc

Warnings: flashback of threatening assault, smut, oral (female receiving), slight (a little more than slight) daddy kink, fluff

Summary: Jada thinks she’s just going to visit her man while he’s doing his time in jail for assaulting this man who wouldn't leave her alone. Little does she know, he has a surprise when she gets there…

Word Count: 1.9k words

A/N: Hey my baes! This is my first story/one shot so please take it easy on me lmao. I’m sure as I keep writing, it’ll get better. I am so open to constructive criticism though. Yall PLEASE go easy on me abeg. okay enjoy!! please comment if you like it :))

As Jada drove down the road that seemed to never end, she could hardly contain the nerves and butterflies that were erupting in her stomach. Before leaving her apartment, she decided to put on her pink Skims Long Slip Dress, paired with a baby pink bolero, and a pair of platform UGGs.

Every day Jada wishes that it was the day Roman was coming home. She would always tell him that he needed to go to anger management counseling or something, but he constantly shrugged her off. Then one day at the grocery store, this creepy older white man kept hitting on Jada, so Roman stepped in.

“Aye man. Who are you?” Roman firmly asked the older man, and looking down at him as he was much shorter.

The man confidently looked up at Roman and even puffed his chest out a bit. Before he could even get a word out, Roman grabbed him by his shirt collar with both hands and roughed him up a little.

The older man’s eyes widened, now in fear of this huge Samoan man.

“She’s my woman. Now, I heard her tell you ‘bout three times that she wasn’t interested. Are you hard of hearing?” Roman was getting more irritated by the second, as Jada could tell by him scrunching his face.

“Sir, I- I didn’t know.” The man pleaded to Roman.

Roman pulled the man closer to his face and tightened his grip on his shirt. “Oh you didn’t know? You really wanna get yo’ ass beat huh?”

As Jada looked away, a bit embarrassed, she saw two police officers looking at them. This included Roman clearly threatening this old man. “Umm, Roman?” She gently tapped his shoulder.

“What baby?” He asked, still staring daggers into his victim.

Jada just pointed at the officers and her silence prompted Roman to follow her line of vision. A sudden realization hits Roman and he smacks his teeth and drops the creepy pervert.

Long story short, the man pressed charges and Roman was sentenced to 90 days in jail.

Thinking about the whole process that happened, Jada zoned out and arrived at the jail quicker than she realized. She quickly found a parking spot in the visitors lot and made sure to only grab her keychain that held her car/house keys and a little card holder, leaving her purse and phone under the passenger seat.

She stepped out of her car and made her way to the building to get searched and to check in for the visit.

Jada was actually nervous to see Roman. They usually talk on the phone more than physically seeing each other in person. In a lot of ways, hearing his voice made her miss him even more.

“Ms. Williams, you’re up next to visit inmate Reigns. Follow me.” A guard’s voice rang throughout the waiting room. Jada quickly got up and walked up to him, expecting to go the same route as usual.

The guard seemed to be going a different way than usual. She didn’t want to be rude, so she politely asked him if they were going the right way. It felt shady.

“Um, officer? Is this the way to visitation?” She asked from behind his moving figure. The officer led them to a part of the jail that seemed deserted.

“Oh yeah.” He said matter-of-factly. They finally came upon a silver steel door with no window and the officer knocked three times before opening the door for Jada. She was so confused that she didn’t even recognize the 6’3” man with tribal tattoos in a khaki uniform sitting with his back to her.

“Roman?” She softly said. The sound of her voice made him perk up and he stood up to physically take her in.

“Jada…” He breathed out her name in awe, walking up to her. He quickly dapped up the guard who helped him get the private, “conjugal” visit. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. You only got 1 hour though.” The guard said, then left and closed the door before locking it.

Roman focused his attention back on the beauty in front of him. He picked her up in a hug and spun her around before giving her a deep and slow kiss.

Roman slipped his tongue into Jada’s vulnerable mouth and walked them both over to the bunk bed in the corner of the room, laying her down on it.

When he pulled away from her soft lips, Jada slapped his arm. “Roman, how in the world did you set this up? Can’t you get in troub-”

“Shhh. Don’t worry about that, baby. I’m good with that officer.” He tucked some of her curly hair behind her ear. The gesture made her smile. She missed his touch so much.

Jada’s hand went to Roman’s face, caressing it, and he smiled, showing his dimples and beautiful smile. “Roman, I miss you so much.” He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth and laid a kiss there.

“I miss you too princess. I think about you every day. Listen…when I get out of here, I’mma go to that anger management class. And I want you to be there with me.” He gently says to her.

Hearing Roman finally say that he would try to get help made Jada’s heart swell. Even though he was never violent towards her, she wanted to help him with controlling his anger towards other things and people.

“Babe…of course I’ll be there with you…” Jada says lovingly. Roman leans in for another kiss, their lips moving in sync. The kiss soon turned heated and sloppy. Roman’s lips left Jada’s and trailed to her jaw, then to her neck.

As Roman kissed her neck, his large hand went to her waist, feeling the curves he missed so much. He sucked on her neck, knowing there would be hickeys later.

Jada’s hands came to rest on his shoulder blades and tugged on his khaki shirt. He took this silent signal to take it off, leaving his white wife beater on, which seemed to amplify his tribal tattoo that ran up his arm and covered half of his chest.

She noticed that he seemed…bigger. She squeezed his arms, even more turned on and bit her lip. “Babe. Oh my-you’re so sexy.”

This made Roman chuckle. “Yeah? You want more?” His deep voice dropped an octave as he took off his wife beater, now completely bare up top. Jada ran her fingers over his well-defined abs that seemed to glisten even under the fluorescent lights.

His hands went to her feet and slid off her UGGs, placing them on the floor. Then he pressed kisses on her feet and saw that she had perfectly manicured white toenails. His hands went under her dress, sliding against her thighs, and scrunched her dress up to rest on her waist.

Jada spread her legs for him, feeling herself get more wet. Roman kissed up her thighs after placing each one to rest over his broad shoulders. He didn’t even take her panties off, just moved them to the side before licking a slow stripe up her wet pussy.

He sloppily made out with her pussy, mixing his spit with her juices. Jada was moaning, but Roman could tell she was holding back. He moved his mouth away from her core. “No, baby let it out. Lemme hear how good it feels.”

He placed his tongue back directly on her clit, flicking it tender and slow, then in long circles.

“Mmm…fuck Ro,” Jada moans out, louder this time as usual. Hearing her moans made his dick harder than steel. As he kept eating her out, he tugged the neckline of her dress down to expose her tits and kneaded them in his hands, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.

She was so wet, it was seeping down her crack and onto the bed. Roman felt her legs start shaking a little. “Fuck, baby. Nut on my tongue, come on.” He told her then went right back to stimulating her clit, faster this time.

Jada chased her orgasm, feeling that knot about to burst in her lower abdomen. Her back arched and she sucked on her own fingers as she came undone on Roman’s tongue. He let her come down from her high, her juices all in his thick beard.

He kissed her, letting her taste herself from his mouth. Roman pulled his pants down just enough to free his throbbing, thick cock. One of his large hands went to it, slowly stroking himself as he looked at the love of his life.

“You gonna cum like that again on this dick?” His husky voice asked her. She wanted it so bad that it hurt.

“Yes Daddy..” She slyly said then giggled. Roman laughed and then rubbed the head of his dick up and down her pussy, and then forced out a long trail of spit that landed just in the right spot.

He slowly pushed into her tight, wet pussy, feeling her walls squeeze the life out of him damn near.

After Jada adjusted to his size again, there was no stopping them now.

She was now on all fours, back arched and her ass in the air. “Ooh Daddy, you fuck me so good!” She said in between moans.

Roman’s grunts didn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah? Tell me how good that dick feels in you baby.” He said and slapped her ass.

“Yesss! Fuck, it feels so good. It’s in my stomach,” Jada tells him, not ever wanting it to end. He changed the angle he was hitting it and found her G spot, stroking against it over and over with powerful thrusts.

Roman looked down at her ass that moved with each of his thrusts and saw her creaming on his girthy dick, and dripping down her thighs. “Damn. Yeah, cream on me just like that.” He threw his head back in never ending pleasure, trying not to bust too quick.

Jada started fucking him back, meeting his hips with her own, making her ass clap and the sound resonate through the empty room. There was an even bigger knot forming in her abdomen and she chased it again.

“Cum on Daddy’s dick, princess. Show me you want that nut.” Roman coaxed her and not even 2 seconds later, Jada’s legs were shaking, and she pressed her face into the bed.

That’s what Roman loved about Jada coming on his dick. She didn’t need a break. After her orgasm she was right back to taking his slow, meaningful thrusts.

“Mmm, Daddy please cum in me.” She looked at Roman over her shoulder. She silently applauded herself for taking her birth control before she drove here.

His hands tightened on her waist and ass while he focused on his pleasure. “That pussy gripping me so tight baby...” His moans got louder, and his thrusts got sloppy.

“Oh fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Jada feels his hot load inside of her and he moans in her ear. When he comes down, he slowly pulls out of her and flips Jada on her back. They were both glistening because of sweat. He gives her a tender kiss.

“I love you with all my heart, Jada.” He says, still trying to catch his breath.

“I love you, Roman.” She tells him and they cuddle, trying to enjoy what little time they have left before the guard comes knocking on the door to get them.

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Always loved you - Jey uso

Pairing: Jey x Aria

Warning: smut 18+, some real nasty shit🌚

Hope you enjoy❤️

Aria sang along to rise by Solange that was playing through out her car, trying to push the nervous feeling that was bubbling in her stomach. She sighed as she got another text from Trinity.

Trin: I swear Aria your ass better come it’s not gonna be the same if you ain’t here boo:(

Swiping the text away she pulled up to the familiar large house seeing multiple cars in the drive way and on the street.

Finding a spot she parked her car taking a deep breath. She wasn’t ready to see him. After ignoring him for over 2 weeks she didn’t know how his reaction was gonna be. She ignored his calls, messages, emails, and the multiple flowers and cards he wrote her.

Aria was thinking if she should start the car back up and drive away. But she couldn’t miss the get together she was basically family to the Fatu’s, her family and their family basically grew up with each other.

"Fuck it" grabbing her purse she got out the car smoothing down her yellow set that she was wearing and fluffed up her curls. Walking towards the house she went towards the back hearing laughter and music.

"AYYYYEE SIS" looking over she saw Jon coming towards her giving her a big hug. Laughing lightly she hugged him back. "Hey brothaa"

"Jon move stop hogging her" Trin pushed her husband giving her bestie a hug. "Heyy boo I’m glad you came" pulling away Aria sighed. "Yeah couldn’t miss it or the whole family would be on my ass" Trin and Jon nodding their head in agreement.

"Sooooooo, you gonna tell us why you’ve been ignoring my brother?" Trin quickly slapped her husbands arm. "Babe!"

"It’s fine girl, ima go say hi to everyone else" Aria spoke leaving Trinity to scold Jon.

After greeting everyone Aria was now sitting at the table wondering where Josh was. Feeling something scratch her leg she saw Josh’s dog pongo trying to jump on her lap. "Aww yes yes hi baby. I missed you too" picking him up she got up walking him around as if he was a child.

Feeling eyes on her she looked towards the grill seeing Josh staring at her. He was wearing a tight black fitted tee shirt with matching black shorts, his two gold chains on. The same ones that would dangle in her face every time he fucked her in missionary. Seeing how good he looked turned her on. 

Josh taking in Arias appearance got his dick hard. The yellow set she wore went perfectly with her brown glowy skin along with her gold bracelets and necklaces she was wearing. She also had her natural curly hair out which he loved. She looked perfect, But he was still pissed off at her. Giving her one last glance he went back to flipping the meat that was on the BBQ grill.

Needing a moment Aria put Pongo down making him whine before grabbing her purse going into the house. Going into the washroom she took a few deep breaths, As a loud knocking interrupted her. "It’s occupied" the person knocked again louder making her frown. "Excuse me I said it’s occupied" they knocked again pissing her off. Going to the door she unlocked it yanking it open.

" I said it’s occupi-" she was cut of by Josh who gently but firmly grabbed her throat pushing her against the door as it harshly shut.

Letting go of her neck he stepped back crossing his arms leaning against the wall across from her. "Why you been ignoring me?"

"J-Josh I’ve just been super bus-" Josh put his hand up shutting Aria up. "You really gonna stand here and say that shitty ass lie?"

"I’m not lying, I told u I’ve been bu-" Josh threw his arms up getting frustrated. "Stop fucking lying to me! You ignored me for weeks, after everything? Seriously Ria? Did me confessing my feelings for you really push you away that much. Do you really not wanna be with me that bad that it made you run away and ignore me?

Hearing the emotion in Josh’s voice and how his voice cracked at the end of his sentence made Arias eyes burn with tears. She felt guilty at the fact she made him feel this way knowing she felt the same. She was just scared.

"I-I’m sorry" letting her tears fall she quickly wiped them. "Your sorry. That’s it? We’ve been fucking for months you were fine with that. Aria I told you I’m in love with you and you said you were in the love with me too. Then you just. Left... Do you know how much that hurt?" Walking forward her took her hands in his feeling her relax in his touch.

"I-I know I’m just scared Josh" whispering she met his eyes as he looked down at her slightly confused. "Scared of what baby? You know I got you." Kissing her knuckles he lightly rubbed his thumb against them. "What if we don’t work out? I don’t want to lose even as a friend and I don’t wanna get hurt again"

Josh sighed at her words he knew Aria had bad commitment issues especially after her last relationship, her dumbass ex fiancé Darren cheated on her with her co-worker.

Josh took a deep breath, his heart racing as he looked into Aria's eyes. "Ria, I need you to hear me. I’m in love with you. I’ve watched you go through so much pain, and it breaks my heart. That dumbass didn’t deserve you, and I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt like that again. I promise, I will never treat you bad. I’ll cherish you and love you the way you deserve. You mean everything to me, and I want to be the one who makes you smile. Just let me in so I can fully love you baby."

Aria’s eyes burned with her tears as she let out a soft sob. She felt upset for pushing him away without saying anything and the fact that he was the one here trying to fix it made her feel guilty but also happy. Wrapping her arms around his neck she buried her face into his chest "I’m sorry Josh you mean everything to me too and I wanna try with you. You make me feel safe and secure. I love you too"

hearing those words come from her mouth made Josh crack a huge smile. Leaning down he kissed her lips softly gripping her hips pulling her closer into him.

Pulling away both of them were breathless. Their eyes locked again as Aria leaned in capturing her lips with Josh’s as he gladly accepted it. His right hand made it down to her round soft ass squeezing it making Aria let out a low moan. The kiss getting more hungry by the second Josh walked forward until Ria‘s back hit the bathroom door.

Pulling back Josh pecked her lips trailing slow kisses down towards her neck. Finding her sweet spot he placed a open mouth kiss on her neck gently biting it. Using his right foot he nudged Arias legs open a bit placing his knee in between her legs. Pushing his knee up he applied pressure on her pussy.

Moaning, Aria slowly started grinding herself on his leg as he continued to kiss all over her neck.

Grabbing the front of her yellow tank top he yanked it down causing her boobs to spill out since she wasn’t wearing a bra. "Fuck baby I missed your titties so much" placing a few pecks on them Josh put his face between them while jiggling them with his hands motor boating her.

Aria let out a loud laugh at the action trying to push his head away, feeling his ticklish beard. Josh took Ria’s left nipple in his mouth slowly sucking on it. "Mhmm fuck Josh" his warm wet mouth on her tit mixed with the pleasure she felt from grinding on his thigh felt so good.

He switched nipples giving love to the right before kissing all the way down her stomach kneeling on the ground. Grabbing the waist band of her pants he looked up at Aria who was looking down at him. Silently asking for permission she nodded her head making him pull down her pants along with her black seamless panties all the way down to her ankles making her step out of them.

He put her left leg over his shoulder along with her right and quickly stood up. Aria let out a squeal/scream hugging Josh’s head.

"Put me down I’m gonna fall!" Josh laughed at her being scared, it being muffled from how hard Ria’s thighs were hugging his head.

Placing her on the bathroom counter he grabbed her thick thighs pushing her legs back so her knees were close to her head. Leaning down Josh slowly licked her pussyhole that was already leaking with her creamy juices all the way up to her clit before sucking it into his mouth nice and slow. "Yessuuuhh fuck daddy suck that pussy"

Grabbing the back of Josh’s mullet Aria tightly gripped his hair grinding against his face taking slight control. "Stick your tongue in it daddy" Josh smiled widely showing off his gold grillz before putting his tongue back in her. Sitting up a bit Ria thrusted her hips forward grinding and humping against his face, making her moan out.

Taking control again Josh took his tongue out placing his mouth back on her clit sucking on it before putting two fingers in her thrusting them in and out of her slowly. Looking up He saw Arias face twisted up in pleasure as she cried out. "Look at me Ria" when she didn’t he sped up the fingering making her scoot up and moan. "I said look at me. Look at how daddy’s making you feel"

Looking down at the beautiful sight, she saw her man sucking and licking on her clit like he was starving as her pussy juices were all over his mouth and beard, some of it running down his neck onto his chains and staining his back shirt. His whole hand that he was fingering her with was glistening in her juices. "Who got your pussy wet like dis? Mhmm?" Working his fingers faster in her he smiled when he realized he started to hit perfectly against her spot.

Opening her mouth Aria tried to respond but nothing came out as she felt her orgasm about to come hard and fast making her legs shake. "Yo ass better respond before I stop Ria"

"You! You! Only you do Josh only u can get me like this, fuck I’m cumming I’m cumming" Arias words were slurred as she choked on a sob. "That’s right mama cum in my mouth. You gonna feed yo man baby?"

"Fuck yes!" Ria yelled out as her toes curled.

"Yeah? Go on then. Cum"

On command she came, her juices coming out of her landing square in Josh face and chest soaking his shirt. Standing up he licked his fingers clean smirking at his girl "Mhmm, come give me a kiss so u can taste how good u are mama"

lazily she smiled leaning up to kiss him. Their tongues clashed as they kissed each other sloppy. Giving her one last nasty kiss Josh pulled away grabbing Aria making her stand up on her shaky legs.

"Bend that ass over for me" obeying she leaned on her elbows making sure to put an arch in her back.

"Like this?" Her playful whisper seductive whisper went straight to Josh’s dick. "Just like that baby, just like that". Aria bit her lip looking through the mirror seeing him take off his shirt along with his shorts. She felt herself getting wetter at how his chains were looking against his tatted chest. His hard thick dick was standing tall, as some of his Pre cum was smeared at the head of his dick making her salivate. It was so pretty.

Reaching her right hand between her thighs she started rubbing slowly on her pussy watching Josh who purposely took his sweet time watching her. "Please Josh hurry up I need you in me"

"Be patient. Mhmm baby this ass so fat" slapping her right cheek he gripped it smacking it again. Aria hissed and moaned at the harsh spanks he was giving her.

Grabbing the base of his dick he tapped her clit with his tip. Guiding it to her hole he pushed in just a little bit making them both moan out. He thrusted into her quickly making Aria let out a loud gasp from the sudden feeling of his girthy dick inside her making her feel full. Josh groaned feeling her warm wet walls wrap around him tightly making him jolt forward pressing his chest against her back putting his face in her neck kissing it lightly.

Slowly pulling back leaving his tip in her thrusted into her again before giving her slow deep strokes Josh’s hand wrapped around Arias throat making her whimper. "Fuck daddy u feel so good in me"

arias left hand gripped the Counter so hard her knuckles began to turn white. Josh put his left hand on top of hers intertwining them before putting it behind her back. Doing the same with the right he gripped both her wrist in his left hand.

Once they were secured in his hand he began to speed up his strokes fucking Aria harder. "Yessss yess yess fuck me, fuck me"

"Yeah you like the way Im fuckin you. Huh? You like the way I slut you out mama" seeing that Arias head was down he used his free hand to grip her curls yanking her head back so she could see how he was fucking her through the mirror.

Josh leaned down a bit to whisper in her ear making eye contact with her in the mirror "Look at you getting fucked out. You nasty bitch you like getting dug out knowing we could get caught, does that make your pussy wet?" Aria whined out her eyes rolling back at his nasty words as his thrusts got harsher.

"You ain’t gotta tell me mama I can tell by the way you drippin on my shit" giving her ass three hard spanks he let go of her wrists. "Throw dat ass back baby show me how much you missed your dick"

Putting her hands on the counter Aria started to throw it back on his dick matching his thrusts making clapping and wet sounds fill the air.

Aria felt her lower stomach tighten, the feeling of her orgasm approaching. She let out a whimper when Josh pulled out of her, before she could even question he turned her around lifting her on the counter. "I need to see your face when i nut deep inside you" he captured her lips in a slow passionate kiss as he slowly entered back in her.

Pulling away from her lips he leaned down spitting on dick as he continued to thrust inside Arias pussy. "Spit on it" making eye contact with him she sat up a bit spitting at where they were connected.

Josh started thrusting in Aria at a super fast pace pushing them both closer to their orgasm. Using his right hand he played with her clit making her scream out as her orgasm washed over her, squirting all over his dick.

"Fuck Ria" Josh thrusting slowed down as he nutted, his face in her neck one arm tightly around her waist as the other was gripping her ass cheek.

They both were breathing heavily as they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. "Shit that was intense" Josh lightly laughed in her neck before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I know. Nigga you almost yanked my hair out my head" Aria said playing with Josh’s chains.

"Yeah you probably gonna be balding soon"

Aria smacked his chest letting out a giggle. "You play too damn much"

Laughing Josh gave her another kiss "let’s go get cleaned up real quick" he picked her up placing her over his shoulder making her squeal as her took them to the shower.

After showering Aria was dressed in one of Josh’s grey sweatpants and a white long sleeve v neck that she left here. Josh was also wearing grey sweats and a short sleeve white T-shirt that clung tightly against his body.

"You don’t think their gonna question why we’ve been gone for 2 hours right?" Aria bit her lip a little nervous.

"Nah nah we will just say we made up and you my girl now" opening the sliding door they both stepped outside.

"Um sir you haven’t even asked me to officially be your girlfriend"

"Ima do it special when I officially ask you, but as of right now you still my girl. But you already knew that" he said pecking her lips making her smile

They both walked up to the bonfire that was lit up as some of Josh’s family was roasting marshmallows. Sitting down on a chair Josh pulled Aria onto his lap placing a blanket over them.

"Oh my goodddd my favs is back together" Trinity spoke out loud smiling big. Aria nodded her head blushing as Josh kissed her cheek.

"Oh y’all finally done fuckin?" Zilla asked his mouth full as he ate a burger.

It went silent for a few seconds before everyone bursted out laughing. "Man…shut yo ass up" Josh said trying to hide his smile.

Finally wrote something when I couldn’t sleep and was ovulating…lol

Also I’m gonna make a 🏷 taglist so if you want to be added in it Just comment "add me"

Requests are open🫶🏽

[baybaysbaybay]

Maybe it Wasn't a Mistake

Pairing: Randy Orton x OC(Ola Kaminski)

Ola and Randy finally deal with their growing feelings....sort of.

Warning: None, set during 03/04

Tags: @alyyaanna, @daddywrasslin, @jeysbvck

  Ola grunted as she helped haul Randy’s big, heavy ass back to their shared hotel room. Thankfully he was mostly conscious so she wasn’t completely dragging him along with her. She was sure their size difference was comical to any spectator but she was just tipsy enough she could give a shit. Randy had just won the World Heavyweight Championship and they went out to celebrate, and well evolution didn’t do anything half assed. So, here they were, somehow managing to stumble to the correct door with Randy muttering nonsense the whole way there. They leaned on the wall together, Randy had his arm snaked around Ola’s waist and she had her arm wrapped around his stomach, while she fished the key from her bag. 

Randy’s head rolled forward onto her shoulder and subconsciously he nuzzled into her neck, breathing in, 

“Hey princess…you know you smell really good..?” He managed to slur out. She rolled her eyes as she finally got the key and opened their door, 

“I sure hope I do, I don’t get expensive perfume for the hell of it, dumbass.” Honestly her speech wasn’t much better as they stumbled into the room together which made her giggle a bit. She managed to get the door shut, but Randy still clung to her waist, in fact he was clinging harder and had turned his face so it was against her neck where she could feel that stupid, punkass smirk he wore pressed against the sensitive skin there, 

“You’re telling me you wore your best perfume, for me?” His smirk only widened when she groaned and pressed into his body, using the leverage to lift his head so she could see his face. Maybe a mistake, Randy raked his eyes over her before meeting her eyes, the smirk remaining. She swallowed thickly. Her entire body was already on fire, and fuck she hated to admit it, she was hyper aware of every inch of her skin that was pressed against his. She hated to admit that she fell for this cocky prick after pledging not too. The bastard was so damn charming and, fuck, too fucking hot. She whimpered softly when she let go of him and he slumped against her shoulder again, face pressed against her neck. She had no way out, being stuck between this giant and the door. She shuffled a bit and attempted to move him off her but his other hand snaked around her too. 

“Do you know how fucking beautiful and sexy you are…” He muttered against her and she shivered softly, trying to peer at him. He shifted slightly, his leg planting between hers. She knew her ears were already turning red as he titled his head to meet her gaze again. She swallowed audibly as she held his gaze. Fuck were his eyes always that blue?

“Ola….” Fuck his voice was so gravelly right now. She stared a minute. Fuck it. She pressed her lips to his and they both groaned into the kiss. It was a sloppy kiss too. Ola whined in her throat when he squeezed her hip so she’d open her mouth. Her hands had slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck and the room filled with panting and sounds of making out. One of Randy’s hands slid to her ass, cupping and squeezing it before he picked her one leg up and held it up against his thigh. She whined loudly as they broke apart when his free hand cupped one of her breasts making her head lull forward, to rest on his shoulder while she panted. She whined again and looked up at him, moving a hand to cup his face and kiss him again. Was this probably wrong? Maybe. But the tension between them, as much as she’d never admit it otherwise, was painfully palpable.

She groaned into the kiss as he slid his hand back down and fully picked her up, pinning her to the wall. She whined as he kissed down her neck and she tugged his hair, while her other hand tugged at his shirt, harder than she thought apparently as she heard buttons hit the ground. Randy chuckled against her ear, nipping her lobe, 

“Eager huh, princess..?” She couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from her lips and turned her head to capture his lips, while ripping the rest of the shirt open. They pulled apart and she smirked back at him, her fingers tightened in his hair as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck making him take a stuttering breath, his pupils dilating more somehow. He growled low in his chest before he walked to the bed, carrying her like she weighed nothing. She gasped when they hit the bed and he was on her again, this time leaving a trail of bites and kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. He chuckled suddenly and she heard a ripping noise as her tank was torn from her skin. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she tightened her legs around his hips and her finger trailed down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles flexed under her touch. He kissed down her chest, groaning against her skin as she cupped him through his pants. Subconsciously, he rocked into her hand as he his eyes darted to meet hers,

“Now, who’s eager, daddy.” Randy breathed in sharply before letting out a growl that made her shiver as he made quick work of her bra, taking a nipple in his mouth and her brain went fuzzy as he grazed his teeth over her nipple and she bucked into him, a pathetic whimper leaving her lips. He groaned, letting her nipple pop from his mouth, kissing up her chest to her ear as she rolled her hips against him again, making them both groan. 

“Fuck, I need to be in you.” He sucked a bruise right under her ear as she kissed along his neck, leaving her own trail of bruises in her wake, “Well, what are you waiting for..?” She giggled as he moved his hips to start taking his belt off, before she swatted his hand away, undoing it herself and tossing it away. He raised a brow at her but a smirk was plastered on his lips as she made even quicker work of his pants. She swallowed nervously suddenly as she glanced up at him, momentarily realizing who she was with. He cupped her chin and tilted her head slightly, holding her eyes. Somehow that’s all she needed, they were able to communicate like that. She pushed his pants and boxers down in one movement. She ripped her gaze from his blue eyes and she felt her cheeks heat up. 

Holy shit, he was way bigger than she was expecting. The asshole always gloated but she thought it was a bluff, apparently she was wrong. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and slid her fingers up and down it slowly and he let out a shuddering moan. Ola squeaked as he picked her up and pinned her to the mattress again, she shuddered feeling his cock against her thigh. He pressed his lips to hers in a sloppy kiss as he pulled her skirt and panties off, kicking them to the side. She gasped into the kiss as she felt his finger dip into her slit, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth deepening the kiss as he sunk a finger into her. She moaned against his tongue, her whole body was on fire and all she smelt was Randy. Her senses were completely consumed by him as he pressed in a second finger, swallowing all the moans and whimpers she let out against his lips. Ola dug her nails into his shoulder as he curled his fingers before pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean. Her jaw went slack as she watched him, heat pooling in her gut as she watched him and her brain too fuzzy to question it. 

Randy readjusted her legs around him and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before meeting Ola’s gaze. She swallowed as she watched precum glisten from the tip already and she flexed her legs, involuntarily, which made him smirk. He lined himself up with her and pressed his forehead to hers, staring into her eyes and making her swallow nervously but she snaked her arms around his neck. He pressed his lips to hers in a hard kiss as he pushed into her, both of them moaning against each other's lips. She whimpered softly, breaking the kiss, and buried her face in his neck, panting softly. She felt like she was being split in two, she’s never felt so full and just consumed before. Randy wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing their bodies impossibly close as he buried himself all the way in her. His brain was so fuzzy, in the good way, and all he could feel and sense was her. Every part of his body burned where she touched and he’d sear this image of Ola in his head forever. He breathed heavily, trying to hold back but he knew already her hips would have bruise marks from his hands. She whimpered against his throat as she clenched around him and his hips twitched, making them both groan. He took that as a good sign, slowly rolling his hips back and into her, setting a steady but hard rhythm. She felt too good, too warm, too, too Ola, he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted them to. Her whining and moans were driving him crazy and there was no way he’d ever forget the sound of them.

Ola buried one hand in his hair and the other dug into his shoulder as they pressed sloppy, messy kisses to each other's lips between every pant and moan while Randy gripped her hips tighter, speeding up his pace, he was already chasing his high. She couldn’t help the broken moan as he hit that spot deep in her that made that fiery knot in her gut tighten even more. His eyes shot open to look at her as he rolled his hips into that spot again, and again while she arched into his body, molding themselves to each other. She clenched down on his cock when he slipped his hand between, rubbing his finger over her clit in time with his thrust, making him bow his head and growl in her ear. That just made her shudder against him before she trailed kisses up his neck, nipping his earlobe,

“Fuck, Ran…..daddy…” she said in a breathy moan and Randy couldn’t help the growl that ripped from his throat, “Oh, shit, princess. I need to feel you come on my cock.” That made Ola let out a high pitched whine as she crashed her lips to his, fighting for dominance as she moaned and she felt that band snap in her gut. Ola’s eyes rolled back as she moaned and clenched, hard, down on Randy’s cock. Randy ate up every single moan, whine and whimper that fell out of Ola as he rolled his hips a few more times, burying himself deep while he held her close and moaned in her ear as he filled her up, rocking his hips slowly until he was done. He slumped slightly to the side as she held him close and a soft giggle left her lips before she kissed his cheek gently. He opened his eyes to look at her and swallowed, fuck she was even more beautiful with a post sex glow to her skin. He smiled at her before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and sitting up off her. He slowly pulled out and they both let out a whimper at the feeling. She shuddered at the loss of the full feeling she had grown accustomed to and slowly tried to sit up but Randy stopped her. 

“Stay there.” He went to the bathroom as she stared at the ceiling, a flush coming over her skin. Had they just done this? Randy and her? She swallowed nervously, what would the consequences of this be? She was knocked out of her thoughts as he came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned both up enough for the night. He pulled the covers back and she crawled under them as he hit the lights and slid in beside her, pulling her close to him on instinct. They lay like that for a moment, listening to each other's breathing.

“Daddy?” She could hear the smirk in his voice and she rolled over to look at his smug face, “So, is that permanent?” She rolled her eyes before she gave him a small smirk and walked her fingers up his chest to cup his cheek, 

“Only if you call me mommy.” She could’ve sworn she saw his pupils dilate before he pressed a hard kiss to her lips again, 

“Deal.”

~~~~~~

Ola’s eyes fluttered open and she winced as her head pounded, damn she hadn’t drank that much in a while. She blinked her eyes rapidly, last night's events crashing into her. Her eyes looked at the form under her and her pulse quickened, seeing a familiar tattoo and smelling and all too familiar cologne. She swallowed nervously as she glanced up and her breath hitched, seeing a sleeping Randy. She felt her cheeks and ears warm up knowing full well what happened last night as she stared at his sleeping form. He looked incredibly handsome, though when didn’t he? But something about him looking this relaxed made her chest pang in a way. Ola absolutely could not have fallen for him, could she? She laid her head back down on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart, she closed her eyes but frowned to herself. What did this mean for them? Of course she lov- no, no. She cared about him, of course she did, they were friends! What would happen now? Ola’s thoughts were spiraling and at some point, had started tracing shapes on his skin. 

Randy opened his eyes, blinking the sleep from them as he glanced down and his eyes widened, watching Ola’s finger trace shapes on his skin. He just stared a moment as what happened last night just hit him. Oh…shit. They had sex. Like actually. He bit his lip, remembering. Fuck. Like hell yes, but this made shit complicated. Well, more complicated. He hadn’t felt this way for anyone before but, his chest tightened anytime he saw her and he didn’t know what to do about it. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of her head, making her gasp and stop her tracing. She turned to look up at him and his breath hitched again, fuck she was so beautiful it was insane.

“Uh…how’d you sleep…?” Ola raised a brow at him but smiled, “Really good actually….you?” she shifted so she was more or less laying on him, making him swallow when she brushed against his cock. He was suddenly hyper aware that they were both naked and he could feel every inch of her skin, “Same, probably the best in months.”

Ola tilted her head slightly before she pulled herself up to straddle his hips, his hands moving to rest on her hips. They stared at each other a moment before they both leaned it, pressing their lips together. She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed herself to his chest as they kept kissing. He groaned in his throat when he felt her press close, his hands roaming up her back and back down to grab her ass. She squeaked into their kiss and he slid his tongue into her mouth as she slid a hand into his hair, scratching the back of his head with her nails. They pulled a part panting and she kissed along his jaw and down his neck. Randy groaned, his hands still roaming as she couldn’t help but nip his skin and leave a trail of blooming bruises. They brought a sick satisfaction to her as she leaned back and pressed their foreheads together, breathing together a moment. Was this a good idea? Again? Everything was confusing as she got consumed by his blue eyes. He leaned up and kissed her lips slowly and again, and she whined softly, 

“I need you…” She kissed him again before sitting up and looking down at him. He had to suppress a groan, the morning light bouncing off her skin made her glow, and he kneaded her hips with his hands, “I need you too.” Ola stared at him a moment and bit her lower lip. Why did this feel painfully intimate? Everything felt different from last night. She swallowed as she heard her pulse in her ears as she reached behind her, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She couldn't help the smile as his eyes fluttered a bit as she slowly stroked his cock. She watched his reactions as she experimented with speeds and rotating her wrist. 

Randy couldn’t help bucking his hips up into her hand as she palmed over the head. His eyes fluttered open when her hand left his cock, watching as she slowly, so fucking slowly licked the precum from her palm and fingers. He breathed out through his nose and a growl rose in his chest, “Princess……,” She paused and tilted her head, “We made an agreement last night, don’t tell me you forgot already…?” He blinked and, and in a rare turn of events, his cheeks flushed red which made her smirk. She ran her hand up his chest, marveling in his form before cupping his cheek and leaning forward to his ear, 

“What’s my name now…hm?” He swallowed as she whispered it and he used his thumbs to rub circles on her hips. He didn’t know she was serious last night! She leaned back to look him in the eye, her head slightly tilted. 

“Mommy…” He groaned as he swore he saw her pupils dilate and she pressed a hard kiss to his lips as she leaned back, stroking his cock a few times again. He groaned against her lips. Ola pulled back from his lips and her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes, “That’s what I thought, daddy.” His brain broke for a minute and he crashed his lips to hers in a hard, possessive kiss. They pulled apart and she raised her hips, positioning herself over his cock, before slowly sinking down on him. They both groaned and he couldn’t help but tighten his hold on her hips. Randy watched her, her eyes closed as she slowly sank down, she was so fucking perfect. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Fuck, she was so warm and tight around him, like he was made specifically for him. 

Ola couldn’t help but close her eyes as she sank down on his cock. Just like last night, she felt like she was being split in half, and honestly she fucking loved it. She let out a mewling sound when she was fully on his cock and he met it with a moan of his own. When she opened her eyes, she placed her hands on his stomach as leverage, rising up and sinking back down with a moan. In this position, she realized how much deeper she could feel him and it made her whimper. After finding her pace, she looked up and met his eyes and felt her chest flush as she met his gaze. It made her want to hide, he’d never looked at her like that, there was something different in his gaze. 

Randy couldn’t take his eyes off her, fuck. He bent his knees, stabilizing them more and taking the opportunity, thrusted up into her which made her gaze flutter. He smirked before he cupped her cheek and pulled her in for another kiss, before sliding his hand down her side and cupping one of her breasts. She couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled from her lips when he used his thumb to circle her nipple. He groaned in his chest since she clamped down on his cock at the same time. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there, whining as he moved his other hand to her other breast, gently pinching her nipple. Ola moaned against his skin and he groaned, bucking into her faster. She whined in his ear as she nuzzled his skin, “They….fuck..” she dug her nails in to his back as she met his thrusts, “My tits, they’re very sensitive.” She managed to stammer out between moans. He pinched the other on in response to that and groaned when her hips stuttered again, before he trailed his hands to her hips. He noted the bruises there from the night before as he dug his fingers in again and met her pace with his thrusts. Ola moaned against his even as she shakily pushed herself up to look into his eyes and she swallowed audibly. What was that look in those gorgeous eyes? She couldn’t think of it long as he took control of her hips as he bucked into her. He groaned in his chest with each thrust, heat was blooming through his body. What was this feeling, why did sex with her feel so different? So right? He hissed when she clenched around him as he kept hitting that spot in her. They pressed their foreheads together and kissed before she moaned against his lips, “Daddy….I’m so close…” The way she whined it sounded foreign to her, it was so needy but his fingers dug in harder and his hips thrusted deeper in response. Ola clung to him as she felt the hot coil in her stomach get so tight it was unbearable until her vision went white and she moaned into his mouth. Her orgasm surprised her as it hit her, making her clench his cock tightly as he helped her ride through it. 

Randy slammed his lips to hers as he ate up each of her moans while her orgasm took her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, fuck she was so fucking beautiful, holy shit. He rolled his hips a few more times but how tight she was clamped on his cock was too much, it was like her body wanted to suck him in deeper. A broken moan left his own lips against Ola’s as he buried himself as deep as he could as he spilled himself in her. He slowed his hips and they both slumped down together, panting against each other's skin. He gently brushed her hair from her face as she looked up at him, making them both pause as they met each other’s eyes. We’re hers always such a bright, shining blue? Depending on the light, they turned a beautiful grey. She blinked, biting her lip shyly, as if they didn’t just have sex. He was so good looking, it almost hurt sometimes. She hesitantly brushed her fingers against his cheek and his eyes fluttered before they kissed gently again.

“We should probably shower….Hunter is going to wonder if we’re late for breakfast….” She said softly as she shakily tried to sit up. He couldn’t help a smirk that crept on his face but he nodded, letting silence fill the room. She looked down, gently tracing a shape on his peck, “Want to shower together…?” Randy’s brow shot up, “You don’t have to ask twice.”

~~~~~~

“You guys don’t get it! I don’t know what to do!” Randy ran his hands down his face as Hunter and Batista shook their heads at the younger man. Batista leaned on the table, “Dude, really? Just take her out on an actual date. What’s wrong with that?” Hunter nodded beside him, trying to be the voice of reason in this bar as they waited for Flair and the current topic of the conversation, Ola. “He's right kid, she won’t say no. In fact, she’ll probably be excited.” Randy took a huge swig of his beer and groaned as he sat back. Why the fuck was this so hard??? Nothing had ever happened like this before. But his chest twinged when he looked at Ola. And when other men made her laugh or drew her attention for too long, he started seeing red in his vision. What was happening!? As Batista and Hunter kept giving him encouraging advice, suddenly an arm was flung over his shoulder and the room got a lot louder, Flair had finally made it.

“Why do all of you look so depressed? We’re supposed to be having fun!” A brief run down of the situation was explained by Hunter, without mentioning who the woman was that Randy was falling for. Flair slapped his hand back on Randy’s back, jostling him and drawing his full attention, “Why would you do that? You’re young and hot, there’s no reason to tie yourself down now! Especially, “ He gestured to a crowd of women, “tonight! Live it up!” Randy stared at Flair as Hunter and Batista exchanged looks, knowing this wasn’t going to end well for anyone involved. 

Ola, finally, made it to the bar. Her gear appointment had taken way longer than expected. She wade through the crowd, looking around before she saw two familiar forms at a standing table. She made her way over, raising a brow at the lack of Flair and Randy, “Hey Hunter, Batista. Where are the others…?” She tilted her head slightly when they looked at each other. She felt her stomach drop something was up and she hated it. Everything suddenly felt off as she followed the men’s gaze to the corner and time seemed to slow down.

There he was. Randy.

And no, not just him. Oh no, on his lap was a woman with her tongue down his throat and his hands firmly placed on her ass. She felt a burning sensation creep  up her throat and her eyes were starting to hurt. Why the FUCK, did she think that asshole would change, just after one night. She was just another notch in his fucking belt. She was humiliated thinking she saw something in his eyes this morning. Bull-fucking-shit. Fuck you, Randal Keith Orton. 

Ola slowly turned back, looking at the table as she gnawed at her cheek. She swallowed harshly and steeled herself as she looked up at Batista. “Can I have your room key? I’m putting his things in your room….” She shook her head angrily, “Just knock later and I’ll slide it under the door. I’ll be up.” He didn’t even hesitate and handed her the card. She scrunched her nose as she looked at Randy one more time, “Fucking asshole…” She started to leave before Hunter caught her arm, “Hey….tell me when you get back okay…? So, we know you’re alright.” She only managed a nod before she quickly left the bar and made her way back to the hotel room. 

Ola texted Hunter, as promised, before sliding down the door, the tears finally spilling out. A broken sob left her as she curled up into herself and slammed her fists into the ground. Her dad was right again. He was nothing but trouble and would never change. She should’ve known better. She wiped at her tears but they wouldn’t stop falling, the fucking room reminded her of yesterday and this morning. Maybe she should crash with Batista instead. No, then she’d have to see him. More tears fell and she scrubbed her face angrily, she had even come back and put makeup on after her appointment. For fucking nothing. She slowly stood up on shaky legs and looked around the room, her chest clenching in pain, anger, sadness. Why did she think he cared about her? Of course she was just another hole for him to get his rocks off. He probably taught himself how to make women feel like they were special. She wanted to puke as she looked at the bed, memories flashing through her mind. She growled to herself as she started grabbing his shit and tossing it in his bags, she didn’t give a fuck what was where as long as it was in a bag. She made quick work of everything, including tossing his wet bottles in with his clothes and shut the case. She hauled it to Batista’s room, simply throwing it inside. It was his fucking problem now. He wanted to do this. Fine. She’d be the meanest bitch she needed to be. Just like her dad taught her to be. Ola shut and locked her door before changing and ordering room service, all on Randy’s name, fuck him it was the least he could do. So, she got the most expensive food, and wine, on the menu and ate it while watching some sappy romance movie and crying some more. She was pleasantly buzzed when she heard the knock, she looked at the time, 2 am. Of course. She slid from the bed, grabbing the card before going to the door. 

It was him, with Batista off to the side. Her anger flared back, brighter than before. “Ola, open up…” Randy slurred and she rolled her eyes before sliding the card under the door. “Fuck off. You’re in his room now, you dickhead.” She crossed her arms, glaring at the door in front of her.

“What?? WHy??/ My stuff??” He was pressed to the door, confused on his features while Batista picked up his card. 

“Why?! Oh fuck off, Orton. Your shit is in his room already. There’s nothing here for you.” Her throat was burning as she tried to keep the wobble out of it. Nothing at all for him here. Definitely not her. “But…..what…Why??” Her anger snapped then, probably fueled by the wine, 

“Are you fucking serious? Ask fucking Batista, or Hunter, you no brained, tiny dick fucking asshole. Do NOT talk to me again.” She huffed and turned away from the door, pausing as she finally saw  the shadows leave. Presumably, Batista dragged him away. She stood in the center of the room again and hugged herself, slowly sinking to the floor. She really knew how to choose them huh? Don’t fall for a playboy. And the tears started again. 

Randy, being pulled by Batista, looked at him confused, “Bro, what the fuck happened?” He was hurt, did he have the right to be? He had no idea. He had never heard Ola so pissed, or upset, like that ever before. He had seen her stand-offish but never out right pissed and especially at him. Batista sighed as he opened the door to the room and pushed it open, a smirk that couldn’t stop itself at the sight of Randy’s things. Oh she was actually through with him. He watched as Randy’s jaw tightened in, not anger, but he was clearly upset and didn’t know what was happening but he seemed to be closing into himself.

What. The. Hell. His stuff was a mess. He ran a hand down his face as he pulled his shampoo out and the wet shirt under it. Fucking shit. He grabbed what he could, “I’m going to fucking shower.” He slammed the door and Batista just shook his head as he sat on his bed. 

He tossed his shirt to the floor, before pausing in the mirror. He slid his fingers over the bruises along his collarbone and neck before slowly turning and looking  at the marks on his shoulders. He leaned on the counter and closed his eyes,

“You’re young! Why get tied down” Yeah, Flair was right. He was young, and hot and he had plenty of time. Why when he was making out with that woman did it feel so wrong. He hated it. Nothing was enjoyable. The way she felt. She smelt. How she kissed. How she touched him. Everything was just wrong…….

It wasn’t her. Wasn’t Ola. That’s all he craved. All he wanted. So he had pushed the woman off, apologizing before going back to the table with Batista and Hunter. Drinking to maybe forget the short, blonde and pink woman that was plaguing his every waking….and sleeping thoughts.

Had she seen? Fuck

~~~~

For weeks, Ola avoided Randy outside of any in ring or work related functions. She still couldn’t look him in the eye. And god forbid if Stone Cold had a segment with him, everyone thought it was good acting on everyone’s part, in reality, it was lucky he hadn’t maimed Randy when Ola finally told him what happened. Hunter and Batista were understanding about everything, she avoided Flair if she could too, fuck that old bastard. Especially when Batista explained to her what happened that night. She went out a few times with just Hunter or Batista but if he was going to be there she declined. If she was honest, she was trying to figure out how to get out of Evolution. Being friendly to Randy on screen was killing her and she hated it. 

Randy had just successfully defended his belt, so the other slid in the ring to celebrate but Hunter grabbed her arm, she raised a brow at him, “Stay out here.” She was about to protest but he shot her a look and slid in the ring. She furrowed her brow in confusion as Batista shot her his own look. What the hell was happening. Batista scooped Randy up on his shoulders, parading around with him and Hunter was giving Randy a thumbs up. And as if in slow motion, Hunter switched to thumbs down and Randy’s eyes widened, shooting to her briefly as Batista slammed him backwards. She winced and backed up to the barricade as Hunter started to beat on Randy. Then Flair. Then Batista. What the fuck. No one had told her about this. She shrunk down, hopefully being forgotten as Batista and Flair held up Randy while Hunter grabbed the title belt. Then he bashed Randy across the face with said belt and she cringed to herself. He was a bastard, yes, but this….this was ridiculous. Randy crawled up and she hissed between her teeth as she saw the blood running down his face. She wanted to help but what the fuck could she do? She was literally a quarter of the size of one of them. She chewed her lip as Hunter, then Batista beat the shit out of him even more. At this point, he was ragdolling, barely moving. Hunter raised him in a pedigree and she looked away. Seriously, what the fucking hell. She looked back as Hunter started yelling about the belt and held it to Randy’s barely conscious face. Hunter pushed Randy away as his hands were lifted by Batista and Flair, something about being his belt. Ola only heard ringing as her eyes stayed on Randy’s form. The other 3 men left the ring, with the belt and she slowly slid in the ring before scrambling to Randy’s form. She pulled her evolution shirt off, happy she wore a tank under it today and used it to wipe some of the blood from his face as she cupped his cheek,

“Randy….I need you to look at me…”

Randy’s head, well really his whole body was aching after the group attack. What the hell was that about? What had he done? He heard a voice faintly, and something warm on his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, squinted at the light, before his vision cleared, Ola? 

“What….why..?” She shook her head, clearly confused herself. “We have to get you out of the ring and to the back, Randy.” She frowned as he slowly tried to push himself up enough to help get out of the ring. Moving him when he was fully conscious was hard enough but fading in and out wasn’t helping. But, she managed. Getting him to the back was more difficult but they had managed to hobble their way to the back. She set him on an equipment box, panting as she leaned on the box too, “God, you’re a big bastard….” He gave a small smirk but winced. She frowned, “Okay, alright….medical.. Let’s go…” Ola hooked her arm around his waist and heaved him up again. God she was so happy she was strong enough for this, as Randy leaned into her. They slowly made their way to medical, 

“Why are you helping me….? If anyone had a right to attack me, it was you..” her jaw tightened as she pushed open the room to medical, glaring at the guy in there as he ran out of the room quickly. She helped him sit and he winced looking at her, his blood having dripped over her face, neck and cleavage. Why was it kind of hot? He shook his head, not the time for that. She turned and rummaged through the drawers, “Why I helped you? Cause what they did was fucked up Randy. I may be pissed at you, but….” She shook her head angrily, “That was….disgusting.” She glanced at him as he raised a brow at her. She swallowed as she met his eyes, it had been weeks since she had looked him in the face. God damn it, he was so good looking it was criminal. And no one should be that hot with blood running down his face.

Ola swallowed, suddenly nervous. It had been weeks since they had talked, let alone be in the same room together. She turned and grabbed one of the towels that was there and wet it, not looking at him.

“Are we…..,” Randy’s head was killing him but he stared at her as she busied herself with the towel. He knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness. ,”Can we…talk…? I don’t deserve it, but please?” She paused, before turning to him with the towel. Chewing on her lip, she reached up, gently cleaning his cheek, then sighed as she did, “Sure…yes..” She met his eyes and sucked air in between her teeth. The blood made his eyes look even more blue. 

“That night….nothing happened…nothing besides what you saw..” He cringed when he saw the anger flicker in her eyes, “I only kissed her…I promise..” She frowned as she ran the towel down his neck, not meeting his eyes again,

“You don’t owe me an explanation, Randal. I’m not your girlfriend.” He frowned before gently grabbing her wrist, stopping her, “No…but…” She looked up at him then, brows furrowed in frustration,

“But?” They stared at each other a moment, Randy’s eyes flickering to her lips and she swallowed before flickering her eyes to his and that’s all he needed. He pulled her close, crashing their lips together again and they both groaned together. One of his hands cupped her face and the other went to her hips, pulling her closer while her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head was spinning, was this stupid? Maybe. Definitely actually. Did she care? No, because it felt right and that’s all that mattered to her. Even if she did taste the tang of iron from the blood. She pressed into him more, making him groan and she took the opportunity to take control of the kiss. They pulled apart after a moment, breathing heavily and staring at each other, 

“Is this considered talking?” He couldn’t help but smirk and she shook her head at him, “You’re still a bastard.” Randy bent his head and kissed her again before mumbling, “Your bastard though.” She knew her face flushed pink at that before she cupped his cheeks again, stroking his blood stained cheek,

“You’re lucky that you’re a good looking bastard, that’s what.” He gave her that lopsided, goofy smirk and pressed her close to him in a tight hug. He buried his face in her neck as she stroked his back slowly and she placed a few light kisses on his neck. He slowly pulled back, looking down at her and into her eyes again, before swallowing nervously himself. 

“I love you, you know that, right?” Ola’s eyes went wide as she stared at him, genuine on her face. She wasn’t expecting that in the least. She could see the panic seeping into his gaze and she grabbed his face, pressing a hard kiss to his lips, “Yes, “ She breathed when she pulled away, “You’re a lucky son of a bitch that I do too.”

Little did these two know, Batista and Hunter had planned the attack for weeks. They were sick of these two idiots dancing around how they felt for each other when it was obvious to everyone and their mother. Thankfully, they both knew that Ola would always choose Randy in the end.

[itsgivingmami]

Rhea who’s been pining after reader ever since they met in NXT, reader was Damian’s best friend and gear maker.

Reader decided one day that she wanted to try making women’s gear and who’s a better subject than Rhea Bloody Ripley?

They get up close and personal in their first fitting and the champion gets flustered…

-Told you long requests were a bad habit, Maggie

A Measure of Love- Rhea Ripley

Enjoy!! Comments. Likes and reblogs always appreciated

Rhea picked up her pump cover from the bench and wiped her face, sweat running from her dark tresses down her temples. The air is cranked in her garage but it does barely anything to cool her flushed skin. The music is loud as she turns to face Damian, finishing his last rep of presses.

“You wanna grab lunch?” Rhea shouts and Damian slides his body out from the bar and sits up. He takes a moment to catch his breath and take a sip of water.

“I can’t I’ve got a fitting for war games,” Damian explains and Rhea feels her heart leap at the mention of her favourite person. “Speaking of which I don’t wanna go all smelly can I grab a shower?”

“You know where it is,” she teases in fake annoyance and he claps her on the shoulder and heads into her home towards the guest room. Once he’s gone Rhea deflates she leans against the bar with her hands clasped together holding her forehead up.

How many years, how many mentions, how many times had she thought of you and still, heart racing and if she wasn’t already worked up from the exercise she was sure she’d be blushing too. There was the assumption that she’d be used to it by now with all the time you spent in her head and not to mention all the time she’d spent scrolling your social media. For fucks sake you’d been to her house at least a couple times during parties, she could probably find you at Damian’s more often than not and you were constantly backstage during raw. That’s how you had met, and since that day not a single on had past that Rhea hadn’t thought about you in some capacity.

~

“Fuck,” Rhea arms were twisted behind her neck trying to get the buckle on her top closed but every-time she got the fascinator in place it snapped open. “Fuck!”

She’s rushing from the locker room towards catering, she’ll have to sprint to make it to gorilla before her fight but she can’t exactly go out topless either. Her bleach blond hair tickles the top of her hands as she holds her top, she’s relieved having it so short finally but it’s the perfect length to get stuck in the abysmal clasp.

“Priest!” Damian’s turns from the group he’s talking with to spot his friend yelling for him, he excuses himself quickly seeing the worry on her face and for a second he think she’s got some sort of neck injury.

“What’s wrong?” He asks trying to pull her arm from her neck, and she nudges him off. He stares confused,

“Stupid thing won’t stay closed can you try I’ve gotta be at gorilla,” she turns and he takes a moment to look before admitting defeat.

“Stay here,” he says before quickly running down the hall and out of view. Rhea bobbles impatiently as she feels time passing, maybe she should’ve just tried to find a merchandised shirt.

Damian’s boots are loud as he hauls back around towards her, there’s a quick glance thrown over his shoulder as a shorter woman’s comes trailing behind him. Her hair swings behind her in a ponytail, her large white button up, open on her shoulders acts like a cape as she and Damian run towards Rhea.

“Who’s this?” Rhea asks as they meet her in the hall, her eyes don’t leave the woman infront of her, staring up through round wire frame glasses.

“She does all my gear she’ll fix that,” Rhea squints for a minute before snapping back to reality, right her top, her match. She continues to stare at the woman as her brain catches up,

“I’ve got it I promise,” you tell her but her hesitancy has nothing to do with your skill and everything to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to stop looking at you. With a thick swallow Rhea nods and spins around, gently lowering to her knees and allows you to work.

She makes it out in time, the golden lights of nxt greeting her for the evening. Her tops holds strongly as she pins her opponent.

Damian congratulates her as she gets back to the gorilla but her eyes scan the room for you. As she makes her way back to the locker room she checks every hallway for the sight of you but nothing. She rips her gear off the first chance she gets and packs up quickly, throwing items into her bag before heading back out into the busy hallways.

~

She never did find you that night, but as a thank you she had sent you flowers a few days later come to find out you weren’t actually in town and they had died at your doorstep. That was the first on only time Rhea had decided to shoot her shot with you and years later you were still completely ignorant to the roses your building had removed from the hall.

From then she’d found every excuse to be close to you, came to Damian’s fittings when she could, offered to wait with you backstage at events. Everything but actually make a move on you or tell you how she felt.

“I’m headed out,” Damian leaned in the doorway with his gym bag in hand, she waves him off with a tired smile. She loves her closest friend but she can’t help the jealousy that creeps in. She finally leaves the garage to get a glass of water before heading off to a shower of her own.

She’s in her bedroom pulling out sweats and hour later with a table when her phone lights up with Damian’s contact photo. Probably wants to show off his new gear. She tosses the clothes on the bed and sits down, sliding to accept his FaceTime. Her phone nearly flys across the room when she sees your face light up her screen and she looks down at the towel covering her body.

“Hey gorgeous!!” You greet happily unaware the fluster you’ve put her in. “Do you have a second for me?”

She could laugh if she wasn’t caught so off guard. A second? She had years to give to you, years she’s waited stuffed under her belt. She runs a hand through her wet hair in attempt to look more presentable and nods swallowing thickly.

“Yeah always,” she tells you honestly, her mind tones brings a smile to your face.

“Are you loyal to somebody for your gear?” You ask quickly, Rhea furrows her brows and shakes her head.

“Not particularly I tend to shop around,” Rhea answers and you light up, Rhea hears Damian pipe in with a teasing ‘I told you so,” before you swatted at him. Rhea took your distraction as an opportunity to admire you.

Contrary to popular belief she was not all skulls, goth and black. She did occasionally enjoy the light and airy things in life, some might even call cute and one of those things, was you. The way your hair falls around your face and when you smile one side raises a little higher than the other. Your face had changed over the last couple years as did your habit for choosing contacts over your frames but to her you still looked as tempting as your first meeting.

“I don’t know how you deal with him,” your voice snaps Rhea back to reality as her phone comes back into focus. You’re rolling your eyes at Damian and smiling at her. “You’re never going to get married at this rate stupido!”

“Says the single woman,” Damian retorts and Rhea places her phone to view the ceiling. She hears you scoff as she pulls on a pair of sweat pants and a tee.

“I know how to treat a woman better than you!” And it was true, you did. You had more long term relationships than Rhea or Damian in the last few years and it gutted her every time. It both relieved and filled her with anxiety when you clarified that you were gay for the first time. Rhea had gone from worrying about you and Damian together to worrying about every other woman on the planet. “Where’d you go?”

Rhea tosses the towel into the hamper and grabs her phone and as she reappears you smile.

“Sorry you caught me out the shower,” You watch Rhea shuffle back and lean against the head board,

“I’m sorry I just really wanted to talk to you!” You explain and she feels her heart jump. She’s torn between watching you and watching herself ok her phone to make sure her face doesn’t betray her.

“I’m all yours,” Rhea admits, it feels nice to say aloud even though she really does mean it and you chuckle in response to what you assume is a joke.

“I’ve been thinking about moving into doing women’s ring gear,” you speak quickly a feeling of nerves flowing over you, “and since you and your terror twins are officially teaming up I was thinking that maybe I could do your gear too, could make them match and everything,”

Listen, Rhea knows she should be paying attention to your offer, and she hears you but the way you’re blushing and refusing to really look at her is something she hasn’t seen and it’s pulling the dominant side of her out of the hole she pushed it down into a long time ago in regards to you.

“You wanna make gear for me?” Rhea questions and you nod enthusiastically,

“Yes! Please what do ya say?”

~

“Hello?” Rhea shouts into the quiet room, her voice echoing back at her. She moves inside and closes the door behind her, the lights above her hum dully, a good sign that you’re here somewhere. She’s only been here a few times when tagging along with Damian but the studio is familiar enough, your loft hanging above the space.

“Hi!” She hears followed by the clanking of metal, she watches you descend the spiral staircase quickly and speed walk towards her. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her down your height. “Thank you for this,”

“Anytime,” she replies because any chance to spend time with you is a win in her book, getting new custom ring gear was an added bonus. “So what do you need from me?”

“I need your measurements and then we can look at some sketches,” Rhea freezes in place, measurements, her measurements. She wasn’t sure how that fact hadn’t crossed her mind, of course you were going to have to touch her at some point during fittings but measuring her? You were too busy floating around collecting your measuring tape and notepad to notice the (gay) panic happening. “Cool?”

“Oh? Um-“ Rhea forces a smile and nods as you look at her innocently, “cool,”

Half an hour later Rheas standing on a pedestal in her bike shorts and sports bra, her mind a mental minefield of trying not to think about you and simultaneously prepare herself for you to be so close.

“Okay so hold your arm out a little for me,” Rhea takes a sharp breath in as you gently touch her right arm, moving it to where you want it. “Perfect,” your hands are gentle as you measure the length of her arm and she can feel your eyes move along her skin.

“How come you decided to do women’s gear?” Something, anything, a distraction of any kind was better than the silence. You look up from the tape to her, her gaze remains stuck in front of her, stoic like a statue. “You’re pretty established with the work you do now,”

“I got inspired,” you answer vaguely and pull your tape along her arm back to your waiting hand, “there’s a woman I want to see in my clothes,”

“Gotcha,” she tries to say casually, throwing a quick answer out before her voice breaks. “So I get to be the guinea pig?”

“Hmmm,” you hum as you make your way around her, your finger tips are cold on the back of Rheas neck as you hold the tape and run it down the length of her back. You watch the muscle is her back tense and move and quickly advert your eyes back to the task at hand. “I wouldn’t send you out in anything I wasn’t confident in,”

“No I didn’t mean-“ your soft giggles cut her off as your forehead hits her back.

“I was kidding,” you rub her back gently to let her know she’s okay before moving to measure her waist.

“So who’s this dream muse of yours?” She can’t help but ask. Rhea tries to keep her tone playful but the way her tones drops towards the end of her sentence gives her away more than she’d like. Your eyes seemed focused on your tape and she hopes you weren’t plying close enough attention. “I’m sure Damian could put in a good word with pretty much anyone,” You avoid making eye contact with her as you return to your notepad to jot down her waist number and shrug.

“I’m sure he could knowing him,” you tease but say nothing else about it and it sends the gears in Rheas head turning full force. “Arms up,”

“If it’s someone in my division I could talk to them for you?” Rhea offers and she doesn’t know why, she doesn’t exactly want to share you but the way you’re measuring across her chest prompts her to start rambling.

“I don’t think so,” you giggle and smile at her. Now she was starting to feel antsy, all the past times a girl had shown up in your life she was blind sided, at least this time she had the opportunity to prepare herself for seeing you with someone else.

“Cmon just tell me who she is,” Rhea tries again ignoring your hands on her hips, “I know I could convince her,” why can’t she stop talking?

“I really doubt it Rhea,” you tell her, you lowering onto a knee in-front of her getting ready to measure her legs. You keep your eyes on her thighs as you measure them, refusing to look up. You write down your number before looking up. “Plus no need,”

“Why not?” Rhea asks, your vagueness is starting to irritate her, despite how cute you are how nice your touch feels.

“Because I’m already measuring her,”

To be continued…

[damiansgoodgirll]

please,, please,, please,, rhea being all cuddly then soft sex… its a need

this request just melted my heart ♥️

rhea ripley x reader

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‼️soft rhea, soft sex, a lot of feels and fluff‼️

needing me

“you’re so cuddly today” you whispered amused against her soft skin.

currently laying down on the bed, on your favorite position - your head between her head and shoulder, your leg over her thick ones, hands intertwined together while she was whispering softly to you.

“i’m always cuddly” she mumbled, pretending to be annoyed by you, making you laugh.

“not as much as you are today, maybe it’s the christmas spirit” you looked up to her, challenging her look.

“please, i can’t wait for christmas season to be over…” she huffed.

“oh right, i forgot you are the grinch…” she laughed as you pretended to be annoyed “but i’m glad you’re home now, we can spend some time together, watch a lot of movies…”

“cuddle and spend days in bed” she winked down at you.

“just to cuddle?” teasing her back.

“oh so you’ve been needing me, uh?” she whispered and in a swift move she was pinning you underneath her warm body “i think i can solve that…”

“rhea…you’re tickling me” you said laughing the moment you felt her cold hands grazing underneath your t-shirt.

she watched you big loving eyes “i can solve that too…just trust me” she whispered before pressing a soft kiss upon your lips. her cold hands moved against your skin, making you shiver “let me help you with this one…” she whispered, referring to the oversized ‘mami’ t-shirt you bought for her on etsy but that somehow, you always ended up wearing.

raising your arms just to give her better access, in a swift move the shirt was laying down on the floor.

“no bra, uh? do you wanna be on the naughty list this year?” she joked, making you laugh “you’re so pretty baby, i can’t believe we have this week just for us…” she whispered.

thinking of how hard it was for you two to find a moment to stay together. with her being on raw and you being drafted on smackdown, you always ended up having a day and a half to spend together so you never failed to cherish sweet moments like that one.

“i know…” you met her soft smile. she tried so many times to get you on raw so you two could be together and travel together but hunter said no multiple times, saying that your feud with tiffany was attracting attention and definitely attracting more fans and he didn’t want to ruin your big moment like that.

then rhea herself offered to be drafted on smackdown but again, hunter said no.

you fought hard for what you had and no matter how little less time you had to spend together, you both always made sure it was worth it.

“hey…what is your mind thinking?” she asked, shoving some hair behind your ear.

“nothing…i just, i wish we could be together all days, moments like this get me nostalgic” you chuckled, making her laugh.

“i know…it’ll get better after mania, i promise you” rhea smirked, clearly knowing something you didn’t know. but before you could ask questions, she pressed another sweet kiss upon your lips “no questions…let me enjoy my time off with my girlfriend”.

“okay…” you whispered, letting her kiss you from your lips to your neck and down your chest. releasing a soft breath, you felt her warm tongue gently kissing above your breast, long enough to tease you “rhea…”.

“patience, i’m gonna give you exactly what you need, just hold on a little for me, okay?” and you knew you couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely. so you stayed there, feeling rhea torturing your breast before she decided to tease your nipples too.

a soft moan escaped your lips, making rhea chuckle “sensitive, aren’t we?”

“not my fault you didn’t touch me in a week…” you decided to be bratty a little bit, making rhea stop her movement and make her look up at you.

“is that so?” she asked, clearly amused.

“yes…” you whispered.

“then, let me fix my mistake baby…” - you loved this sweet side of rhea. in other occasions she would have punished you or edged you until you couldn’t take it anymore but not this time. instead she took her sweet time in undressing you properly. removing your pants first and then the white lacy panties you had underneath “you’re gonna kill me one day…how did i get so lucky with you?” but before you could answer, her thumb was already teasing between your folds.

letting a quite pornographic sound out from your lips, you felt rhea laughing at your reaction.

“yes, you’ve been needing me…” she whispered, feeling how wet you already were.

“i need you, please” you said, rhea already knew that.

she softly teased your clit with her thumb, making small circles around it. her eyes were fixed on your face, studying your expression “what do you want baby, fingers or my tongue?” - it was rare that she let you decide what you wanted but she knew how down you’ve been feeling these past weeks where you had little to no time to spend together and she didn’t want to upset you.

“you, i want you rhea…” she chucked at your impatience.

while her thumb kept moving around your clit, she asked you the question again.

“you. the strap, please…” you opened your eyes up to her, as if you were begging.

“i don’t wanna hurt you…i need you to get you ready first” she couldn’t wait to be inside of you, she couldn’t wait to feel your chest pressed against hers but she wanted to take things slow.

“i’m ready, i promise you…can’t you feel how wet i am? please, i need you” her touch was intoxicating for you and she knew there was no chance of fighting with you. so she gave in, completely.

releasing her hand from your clit, she moved to the closet to get the strap - the purple one you gave her for her birthday, the one she has been using on you when she wanted to wreck you and leave you a panting mess.

slowly walking towards the bed, she stopped just to undress herself and adjust the harness over her hips. never leaving your eyes, she watched carefully at all the little movements your face was making. from how you bit your lips to how you closed your eyes just to take a deep breath.

everything she did looked hot for you and having her standing naked in front of you was making your head spinning.

when she was done, she crawled back on the bed on top of you “you ready princess?” she teased, definitely already knowing the answer.

“yes please…i need you” you couldn’t wait any longer or else you were going to explode.

she slowly dragged the strap up and down your folds, collecting your juices as she teased your clit with the tip of it. squeezing your eyes, you felt your body was on fire.

“don’t stop please…” you looked up at her with begging eyes.

in other occasions she would have done the opposite of what you asked. she would have teased you until you couldn’t take it anymore but not tonight. tonight she was ready to give you all you asked and more.

“i’m sliding in baby, take a deep breath for me” she warned you. knowing that the purple strap always worked magic on you, making you feel so full and stretched out. it was the one she used to destroy you but tonight rhea wanted to try something different.

you relaxed against her skin and when you felt the strap resting between your walls, you let out a shaky breath. suddenly feeling so warm and full. rhea still had to move, giving you time to adjust.

“you can move, please” and she did as you told her.

but this time, she kept her pace slow. the tip of the strap brushing over your sweet spot, making you shiver and moan every time. her chest pressed against yours. feeling her hard nipples against your was making your head dizzy.

she gently pinned your hands above your head with one of her strong hands while the other one held your chin between her fingers.

lowering her head down just to meet your lips in a soft kiss “i could kiss you all night long” she whispered against your lips, making you smile into the kiss.

sweet love making with rhea taking care of you in the sweetest way possible.

with each thrust you felt like you were close and rhea felt it too from how you tried to close your legs around her.

“you coming baby?” she whispered, leaving a tender kiss against your collarbone.

“uh uh…” you moaned, too lost in the pleasure to speak.

the feeling of the strap hitting your spot and rhea’s lips all over your neck were enough to make you crumble under her skin.

closing your eyes and letting your mouth fall open, you moaned her name as you came. the friction of the strap against her clit and the feeling of your body responding too good to her touch were enough to make her cum too.

she gently released your hands and in a quick but steady move she grabbed you by the hips and made you sit on her strap as she came, making you feel all of the strap length inside of you.

your hands quickly went to her back - maybe leaving a scratch or two as you still were riding out your first orgasm.

“oh fuck baby…you feel too fucking good…” she moaned as she hid her face in the crook of your neck, her teeth grazing over your skin.

it took you a moment to come down from your high. your eyes were still closed but your breath came back to normal while rhea was now kissing the skin she bit before.

“shit…” you whispered, opening your eyes only to be met with a loving rhea.

“you good baby?” her hand quickly moved some of the hair that got stuck on your face.

you nodded “i am…i’m perfectly fine…i just wanna cuddle” you mumbled, not wanting to sound too weak but rhea watched you with sweet eyes before helping you remove yourself from her waist.

slowly, you removed yourself from the strap she was still wearing.

“we did a mess…” you looked down at the purple strap that was now covered in your juices.

rhea chuckled, taking the harness off from herself and throwing it somewhere in the room “i’ll do the cleaning later, now i want to lay down with you…”

you couldn’t help the big smile that formed on your face when rhea said those words.

laying down on the bed, you let your head rest on her shoulder again as her hands went to move on your back, gently massaging your soft skin.

“i wish we could stay like this forever…” you whispered.

“i know…but hey, let’s focus on the time we can spend together now okay? everything is going to be okay, just trust me…” she said, trying to ease your mood just a little bit.

you nodded, closing your eyes and letting rhea’s touch lullaby you to sleep.

rhea smiled looking down at you, thinking how lucky she was to have found a partner like you.

if only you knew that she was going to propose on christmas day…

[4milly]

mws - jey uso.

parings: jey uso x black!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, arguing, use of n word, car sex, unprotected sex, my man, my girl, but not my man or my girl trope, praise kink, talking you through it lawd,

the message made you roll your eyes so hard you thought they might've got stuck.

“this man really called me a crybaby,” you muttered under your breath, already feeling your annoyance bubbling up.

from the day he set foot into your life, all he did was keep up with the dramatics. being extra and shit about any ole thing. this time? he was irritated about you still following your ex on instagram. fed up with the conversation, you blocked him. he could send novels to your messages by himself.

mind you, it was jey who decided not to be official yet. he was a busy man, and you respected that. being on the road damn near everyday out the year was taxing; trying to be in a relationship wouldn't work. but he couldn't let go of you.

you sighed so deep you swore your soul left your body for a hot minute. this man really had the audacity to pull up unannounced, acting like you were the problem. you peeped out the window and sure enough, there was his black range rover parked across the street, engine still running.

"lord give me strength," you mumbled, huffing and flopping on the couch. slipping on your hot pink ugg slides and grabbing your keys. just as you were about to close your eyes and pretend you ain't see shit, jey layed on his horn.

you weren't about to let the neighbors get a show, so you stepped outside, locking the door behind you. you knew how exaggerated jey could be; if he didn't get his way, no doubt he'd blow his horn all night to get your attention. and at this time of night? you'd be out by morning.

the passenger seat of jey's car flung open before you could hit the side walk. you quickly got in, slamming the door behind you, "how many times did your mama drop you as a fucking baby? are you crazy? blowing your horn and shit? what if someone called the po—"

"mane, ion give one fuck 'bout that shit. you got me fucked up." he seethed throwing his hands in the air.

you rolled your eyes again, matching his frustration,"I got you fucked up? Nah, you got me fucked up. you really pulled up to my place at 2am over what? some likes?"

jey's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white, "so you fuckin' him again? thats whatchu' on now, mama? fuck outta here 'bout some likes and shit. how you think i feel? seein' another motherfucka all under yo pictures leaving heart eyes?"

your head snapped backwards in disbelief, "that's rich coming from you! how many bitches under your pictures, jey? where's my phone at? let me go count em'."

"i aint responding back with no fuckin' hearts and shit tho! thats the shit im talkin' bout!"

the tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. jey's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but you could see the storm brewing behind them. you knew this man well enough to know his blood was boiling.

your jaw dropped, heat rising to your cheeks. "excuse me? y'know what? you wanna talk about crybaby shit? how about you mad as fuck right now going through my page to find something? you're throwing a whole ass tantrum over a follow!"

"and you blocked me right? but, you can't block that motherfucka tho? thats some bullshit and you know it!" jey spat, his jaw clenched. honestly? he didn't even know what he was more mad it. you blocking him, still following your ex, liking each other's post, or you coming out the house in those little ass shorts.

was he terrible for being upset at all 4?

it irked something inside of him. you weren't his girl...yet. but still, it's a respect issue. he knew he was yours, and unless you forgot, you knew you were his. there wasn't room for anybody else no matter what you thought.

"oh, so now you wanna act brand new? like you ain't been doing the same shit?" you snapped, pulling out your phone. "let's see…tiffany, amber, and how many other people—all up in your comments 'lord he could get it.' 'till the room stinks.' 'till the earth-fuckin'-quakes.' but I'm the problem?"

jey snatched the phone from your hand, tossing it in the backseat. "don't flip this stupid shit on me. so thats what this is? yo crybaby ass wanted to get back at me, so you followed his ass again? all up in his business for what? ian texting you back fast enough or sum?"

you were fuming, everything about him grating on your nerves. you were so over it, over him acting like you were the one causing problems when he was just as messy.

part of jey knew he was being petty, but it didn’t stop the heat rising in his veins. he hated seeing you follow your ex, hated the way you acted like he was the only one with a damn problem.

"i ain't competing with nobody, especially not for a man who can't even claim me. you think you deserve me why?"

"you want me to claim you? ight. c'mere." jey growled before crashing his lips into yours.

your protest was muffled against jey's lips as he kissed you fiercely, one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other gripping the front. his tongue demanded entry. the kiss was everything the argument was. rough and fiery.

"get inna back," he growled, breaking the kiss to undo his belt buckle, "you ain't hear me? now."

you hesitated for a moment, torn between desire and indecisiveness. part of you wanted to get out the car and leave him here, but the smoldering look in his eyes made the decision for you. you scrambled over the center console, your shorts riding up as you climbed into the backseat.

jey followed, his muscular frame towering over you. "been turnt wit' my ass all fuckin' morning. yo crybaby ass. you wanted this shit too. and you better take it all, none of that runnin' shit."

his large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties in one swift motion.

he tossed your shorts in the front, before shoving your panties into your mouth, "pretty ass. just wanted to get yo pussy ate didn't you, mama."

he slid down your body, kissing his way across your chest to your stomach until he rested between your thighs.

his large hands gripped your plush thighs, pulling you towards his mouth. he instantly sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth. you let out a muffled gasp before arching your back upwards.

"you taste so fuckin' good, mama. love tastin' her ass. wish you stop talkin' so damn much," he groaned out into the air.

his tongue worked magic, flicking and swirling around your most sensitive spots. you squirmed against the leather seats, muffled moans escaping around the fabric in your mouth.

the noises you made as his tongue swirled your swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but he was a step ahead—pinning you down with his arms.

jey alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, building you higher and higher. just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you.

he doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as his fingers pumped relentlessly. the dual sensation was overwhelming, and within moments you were trembling on the edge of release.

his wet muscle sliding into your awaiting hole, fucking you with it was enough to send you over. you came with a muffled scream, your body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

your body thrashed around the seats to escape from his mouth, "let me goooo," you let out a muffle whine, barely even comprehensive.

you pushed at his arms around your waist. jey had an end goal; he wasn't going to let you leave that damn car till his point was proven. you were his.

his girl.

that instagram following shit? it was over tonight. and he was gonna make the clear anyway he could...or had to.

he licked your pussy clean as more juices erupted from your pussy, giving him something to drink on. you were going crazy. you couldn't thrashing away from him, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves. your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion. your juices continuously flowing down into his mouth like a waterfall.

but with his dick getting hard? watching you attempt to push him away with tears in your eyes? no-one was leaving this car anytime soon.

you came with a muffled scream, your body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, "lil’ angry ass...get it all out, baby," he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy causing your body to shutter and gush into his mouth.

"c'mere. crybaby ass just needed some dick, so move it. lemme see how much you want it," he laid against the seat, pulling your arms to move you on-top of him.

his strong hands gripped your hips, positioning you over his thick length. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his dick twitching against your inner thigh. jey's eyes locked with yours, intense and hungry, "take whatchu' need from me, baby."

you reached between you, taking his girth into your small hand. you positioned him at your entrance and slowly eased down onto him. a small whimper left your throat as he pushed his dick into your warm heat in a swift movement.

"ride me, mama. show me how much you want this dick," he encouraged before locking his arms around your waist. the burn of his dick stretching your walls long gone by now.

no-one was stupid. had any of your neighbors looked out the window, they knew exactly what was going on. the car rocking up and down, from him slamming your hips onto him, and the fog clouding the windows. you could draw your name on it.

"faster, baby." he demanded, bucking his hips up to meet yours. tears pooled at your eyes even though you obliged, picking up the pace. the car filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin on skin. jey's hands slid down to grip your ass, helping you bounce on him.

your thighs burned as you rode him harder, desperate for release. jey's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, guiding your movements. the car rocked with each thrust, the windows completely fogged over now. his dick kissing your cervix with each thrust. your wetness drenched his dick, making him slide in and out so easy.

your pussy started to twitch, as his dick massaged your walls, continuously bouncing in his lap, making his dick kiss your cervix, and making note to squeeze when you reached his tip.

suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, locking you in place. "my turn," he growled before locking his arms around your lower back stilling your movements.

tears began to stain your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. with your bodies pressed together, jey began to ride you from the bottom. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy fluttered around him. a smirk plastered across his face, he felt your pussy clenching around him. he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"so damn pretty on top of me. you mines, right?," he cooed, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. he reached up to pull your panties from your mouth. you through your head back, letting out a loud cry to the roof of the car, "you mines, ain't you? say it."

you could barely form words, lost in the sensation of him riding you from the bottom. "i-i'm yours," you managed to gasp out between thrusts.

the sight of jey's dick coated in a white sheer layer made his head spin, "say that shit louder, baby. let everyone know who fuckin' you right now."

"i'm yours!" you moaned out. a smirk plastered over his face before pulling you to him by the back of your neck into a searing kiss, "i'm yours, too."

he was losing himself under you, his strokes were becoming erratic. the sensation sending the coil in your belly overboard. you creamed all over his thickness, clamping down on him. the move triggering his own release.

he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. you both swallowed each other's moans. the moment was...new. you had an unanswered question in the air.

but either way? you both knew you only had eachother.

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[luvrsluxe]

SMILE FOR ME DADDY FT. JEY USO

Summary: Though reluctant to attend an afterparty following RAW in Atlanta, Cheyenne finds herself caught up with Jey Uso in more ways than one.

Pairing: Jey Uso x black fem! reader/OC (Cheyenne)

Warnings: 18+ / NSFW under the cut, dirty talk, drinking (driving the boat iykyk), Cheyenne is a rich girly, flirty banter, oral (f! receiving), strangers to fwbs, orgasm denial, lots of pet names, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, babes), cream pies, papi coded! jey uso, daddy kink, kissing, talking thru the process, a ceiling mirror, aftercare, and a cliffhanger (sorry….)

Author's Note: hiii <33 i know im on a little writing break, but Jey looked SO good on RAW in ATL and he’s not getting off our necks anytime soon….so an idea sort of unraveled itself. I've never written an OC before, but I just had to give it a try and this is what I came up with! i hope you enjoy <3 i'd love to hear from you. reblogs, comments, likes, follows, messages, and diary entries (inbox msgs) are all welcome!

Word Count: 5.9k

Inspo: jey's all white fit + double set of grills, and these songs [back to back listening is crazy] and jey's tiktok [THANK U BAE]

ATLANTA - 11 PM

iMessage - The Girlies

Cheyenne? How much longer until you’re ready to go?! Doors close at 11:35pm.

Her phone had been going off in the last hour since she'd arrived home from a few work related meetings. She wasn't one to go out much - a girl simply focused on her aspirations, her loved ones, and her money.

However, upon receiving word that WWE Raw had invited her and her entourage of friends as guests to an afterparty following their show at State Farm Arena, a break almost seemed necessary. Cheyenne was a fan of wrestling growing up, but as of late she had no idea who was on the main roster. Her impression of the afterparty would be a gaggle of Atlanta rappers, streamers, and influencers - along with the wrestlers, seeking out some sort of escape from reality for a few hours.

She muted the groupchat, unbothered about her delay. She figured she would be there for no less than an hour, hoping to show face, snap a couple of photos, and meet with the Creative team - after all, they were the ones who had invited her.

In the days leading up to the event, Cheyenne had spent enough time sifting through her closet, eager to find something she could wear to the afterparty. It was being held at a club downtown, and being a girl reveling in old money and generational wealth, she was determined to make a good impression.

It was necessary.

Cheyenne, or Chai to those that knew her well enough, wasn't one who enjoyed people pandering for attention. If you looked good and played your cards right, she'd welcome a conversation or harmless flirtation. The same rules applied to her - if she didn't look as good as she did, conversations would be scarce and the money she worked so hard to earn would be a farce.

"Almost done...." Cheyenne murmurs, using her curling wand to touch up her water wave curls. She'd settled for a white two piece set - a leather skirt and bustier, both of which accentuated her curves. "Can't afford to look like I got hit by a bus, now can I?"

After finishing up the last few touches of her look, she grabbed her phone and keys, slipping them into her purse before pulling on her platform heels.

Just as she was about to step out of her house, her phone rings.

"I'm on the way. Y'all gotta calm down."

The club was bustling - DJs spinning popular tracks as Cheyenne made her way in. Her nerves were present but not obvious, having attended several after party events beforehand. She wasn't standoffish - she simply was not in the mood to be out. However, that feeling faded temporarily, once she saw her friends make their way over to her.

"You look good, girl? This that new shit?"

"After all this time, Chai finally made her way out the damn house."

"Y'better send me your closet, babe. I'm going to need me a set as soon as possible."

The endless compliments had her beaming, but she knew she looked good.

"Thank y'all! The party was being shown all over my socials, and we all got invited so I had to come correct." She says, hugging each of them in turn - the support and affection from them eased the butterflies in her stomach, making her less stoic and more at ease.

Before she knew it, Cheyenne and her entourage were headed to one of the bars, ordering drinks and observing the party for a while. It was at that point that her boisterous energy became subdued once more. Rather than socialize immediately, she sat quietly alone while each of her girls had left to chat up some of the other guests that were present.

It wasn't like she didn't want to interact, but she wanted the interactions to be worthwhile.

Her dating life was scarce, having talked to maybe one or two men as of late - both prospects were not ideal choices, and she wasn't in the mood to talk to boys.

She wanted a man.

Little did she know, the man she'd soon cross paths with would open her eyes in a way she’d only ever read or heard about.

He caught her eye while she scanned the expanse of the club, and he flashed a subtle grin, the glint of gold on his teeth sending a rush through her system.

"Shit." Cheyenne murmured to herself, attempting to drown out the eye contact with a harsh sip of her cocktail. The fruity alcoholic mix helped soothe the previous rush, but it seemed like he had taken notice of the immediate effect he had on her.

She tried to distract herself, pulling her phone out to scroll through her Instagram, in hopes that he wouldn't address her.

For the first time in a long time, she was wrong.

The man wasn't exactly known for backing down from getting what he wanted.

Not that easily.

"You gon' act like we ain't seen each other just now, ma?" A much deeper voice cut through her aimless scrolling, and she looked up to see the very same man who'd flashed his grills earlier.

"Who said anything about acting?" She quips back, and he pulls up a seat beside her. It takes her a minute to register who exactly is in front of her - though it hits her immediately that she'd seen him on her feed before.

Jey Uso.

"I was hopin' you'd come through, mama. Saw you posted on the polaroid guest list wall." He says coolly, nodding at one of the bartenders - wordlessly ordering a drink for himself while she sipped away nonchalantly.

"You say that to every girl in the city, Jey?" She questions, and he scoffs slightly, thanking the bartender as he is handed his drink.

"I don't be talkin' much, ma. Been busy on my grind with work and shit." He husks, his lip curling up into a smirk. "Then again, I haven't exactly found what I want in a woman as of late."

Cheyenne sighs, rolling her eyes at his charm. As much as she wanted to pretend he was having very little effect, the grit in his voice had her mind racing. As he spoke, her eyes flitted to his outfit, similar noting the matching colour scheme of white. Paired with the club lights, he looked perfect - as if he were glowing.

The sharp contrast of his glistening tanned skin against the white denim jacket and jeans made her clench her thighs subtly. As he spoke, he’d shift in his seat, allowing her to catch a glimpse of the tribal ink on his chest and his forearms.

He was a walking work of art.

She was aware of the Samoan ink on his body, having checked his Instagram stories from time to time - often greeted with a workout video or two. He knew his audience, and though Cheyenne hadn't exactly been updated with the WWE, perhaps taking a chance to refamiliarize herself wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"So what exactly are you looking for, baby? You walk around like you own the place, girls flocking f'you and you aren't giving them the time of day?" Cheyenne quips, pushing her glass away onto the counter as Jey looks her up and down, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

"I like an ambitious woman. That shit's sexy, when a girl knows what she's about." He mumbles, and her mouth goes dry upon hearing his low register. "When she knows her worth and works for it - commands a different type of respect that can't be ignored."

Cheyenne chuckled, a manicured hand placed on his thigh, peering up into his dark brown eyes through her eyelashes.

"First time a man's actually said something worthwhile to me." The soft purr of her voice has his breath hitching, and he places his hand over hers, using the opposite one to pull her chair close to him. She gasps at the feeling of the new proximity, though maintains her resolve instantly.

"You mean to tell me that you ain't had a real man in a minute?" Jey inquires, smirking to himself. "Makes sense, not a lot of 'em could handle someone of your caliber."

"And you can?" Cheyenne snaps back, leaning back into her chair as he stares her down. "All of y'all talk a big game, Jey. Atlanta ain't shit."

He shakes his head knowingly, brushing his hand up past hers, resting on her inner thigh as if he could sense the effect he had on her. His lips ghost past the shell of her ear, nipping slightly and she shudders, pressing her other hand against his chest.

"If you let me, maybe I could show you a thing or two?" He whispers, causing her to tug at the base of his curly mullet as he nips her earlobe once more, eliciting a soft mewl from her lips.

"Y'just gotta lemme know, Cheyenne."

She nearly choked out a broken gasp, shocked that he knew who she was. He'd probably noticed her profile in his story views or something - or perhaps he'd asked a patron for her name. Either way, it didn't matter.

They'd both dealt their cards.

Rather than outrightly tell him to take her home, Cheyenne pulls back from him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll think about it, Jey."

With a drink in hand, she slides off the stool and makes her way through the crowd, eager to see if he was serious. Jey wasn't one to pounce that quickly either - he'd study her, measure her out, and let her know he was hers whenever she was ready.

Once on the dance floor, Cheyenne checks her phone, messages blowing up from her friends letting her know they'd be leaving early. She smirked, typing back she was staying back to meet with Creative. It's not like she was lying, given the producers had come to see her as soon as she sent the message.

Jey on the other hand, decided to play things cool after Cheyenne had left. There was something about her energy and her poise, making him curious to know if it was all a facade. He was aware of her family estate, similar to how his Bloodline was the royal family in WWE. She had confidence and was evidently ambitious - two things that had drawn him to her the minute she walked in. His eyes were zeroed in, pupils dialating when she smiled at the guests, noticing the glint of a few tooth gems on one of her canines. She was otherworldly to him.

Someone he desired so badly to experience.

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12:45 AM

Cheyenne had made her way to one of the private suites, eager to have some peace and quiet before she would return home. As she sipped on water to calm the buzz from earlier, her phone lit up - a myriad of texts flooding through from her friends, yet again.

She hadn't retreated from the party to get away from the patrons, especially not Jey. He had done a number on her, having left her dazed and confused after their conversation. The way he looked, the delicious mix of coconut and cologne she had inhaled when he got close to her, not to mention his top and bottom grills - it was all too much.

Then again, she wanted a man.

She deserved that much.

"Fuck it." She whispers to herself, tugging at her skirt as she got up from the soft couch, heading back out to the packed club.

Her hips swayed sensually to the current track, no longer having a care in the world. If Jey were serious, he would've gone after her, taken her home, put her through a damn mattress if necessary.

That's what she wanted. But she never pounced at a man - he'd have to earn it.

As Cheyenne danced, she noticed the glint of Jey's chains out of the corner of her eye. He'd been chatting around with some of his friends, one of them nudging him to turn and watch her. The unmistakable smirk on his lips sent arousal flooding between her thighs, and she felt emboldened.

As she moved in time with the music, he leaned against the counter, leaning forward at times when Cheyenne would throw her ass back, loosening herself up all the more when he watched her. The eye contact exchanged between them could've equated to eye-fucking, both of them focused solely on each other.

Cheyenne beckoned him forward, and he moves almost instantly, straightening out his jacket as he makes his way over.

“Prettiest girl I've ever seen." He husks, one strong arm slinking around her hip as they swayed to the beat.

The feel of his bare chest and toned abdomen up against her back, the brush of the bulge in his jeans brushing up against the curve of her ass - Cheyenne swore she was seeing and feeling double. She revelled in it though, knowing she'd bagged herself a good one. Besides, she wasn't one to give just anyone a chance. Jey himself knew that, and he was determined not to fuck up anything.

"I got plenty more where that came from." She says softly, and he grins, momentarily flustered at her boldness. "Nah... smile for me daddy, lemme see that grill one more time."

He could never say no to her - not ever.

With a teasing squeeze of her hip, he flashes the dazzling grills once more, causing Cheyenne's cheeks to burn beneath the lights.

"Tell me whatchu want?" He grunts lowly, the vibration brushing against her earlobe.

She doesn't say much, but instead takes him by the hand, leading him out of the club to the limousine waiting for her.

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"This a nice ass spot, mama. Real classy, real artistic." He muses once he's seated on the couch.

Cheyenne had decided against leaving him high and dry, knowing she'd regret not taking a chance with him.

"Thank you, baby. All reaped from hard work and such." She says softly, and he watches her, sucking in a sharp breath when she intentionally bends over to peer into a cupboard. He shifts on the couch, adjusting himself - he'd never been in the presence of a woman so enticing and so sure of herself.

"Y'want a drink, baby? You seem a little tense.” She teased, pulling out a bottle of Hennessy and two glasses.

Jey cocks an eyebrow, blood rushing to his cock at her saccharine tone. He rubs his hand over his face, nodding his head at her request. “Allow me, baby girl. C’mere.”

Cheyenne felt her heart pound, but she obliged. She made her way over, handing him the bottle and sitting down beside him, their bodies separated by a few inches of space. He ditches the glasses, leaning in to cup her cheek.

"You trust me?" He whispers, using his opposing hand to open the bottle. She blinks twice, nodding her head.

"I mean, you're in my house, Jey. So yeah, I trust you."

He kisses his teeth, leaning her head back, exposing her neck as his hand gently wraps around it - not choking her, but merely keeping her still to avoid spilling the Henny on her outfit.

"Open up f'me, yeah?" He quips, the slight growl in his voice causing Cheyenne to bite back a gasp. Her glossy pout parts, and he tips the bottle, pouring the alcohol into her mouth. The slightly spicy burn sends her into a frenzy, but her eyes never leave his when she swallows.

Jey was ready to risk it all for her, evidently. But he keeps his cool by handing her the bottle. He then pivots his position just a bit so she has more access to him to pour his fill.

Cheyenne, however has other plans.

"Lean back for me, daddy." She simpers, and Jey nearly short circuits at the teasing tone in her voice. He doesn't relent, leaning back with his hands behind his head, beckoning her forwards. When she's close enough, his hand catches her thigh, tracing soft patterns beneath the skirt. She sighs breathlessly, the subtle touches spurring her to be less safe.

More risque.

"You gon' tell me to lean back and do nothin' after, huh? Lil mama goin' soft on me already." Jey teases, his dark brown eyes softening as Cheyenne took a shaky breath.

"You talk too much, Jey." She says, and he replies by pulling her into his lap, helping her straddle him comfortably. The feel of his growing erection brushed up against the lace panties beneath her skirt, which had since hiked up. "Who said I was gonna go soft, baby? Makin' assumptions about me, hm?"

Jey chuckles, lips parting when she tips the bottle, pouring the alcohol into his mouth. The sight of his grills up close has her clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more but to feel him in ways unspeakable.

He swallows the alcohol without a hitch, taking the bottle back from her, driving the boat once more, ensuring no liquor spills on her lips or her outfit.

"You keep playin' coy, mama. Acting like you shy around me." He whispers, leaning in to press his lips to the base of her throat, causing her to shiver.

"Meanwhile you was throwin' ass around like it wasn't anyone's business just hours ago. Fuckin' vixen, y'know that?"

Cheyenne relished in the sensation of his praises and the way his lips grazed her skin, leaving her in a state of mental disarray. He was dismantling her serious, almost intimidating presence - and the liquor shared between them both didn't help matters.

"M'not playin', Jey. You should consider yourself lucky that you're here, baby. I don't usually - mmm- I don't usually let my guard down this easily."

He nods, pressing a kiss to her jaw, dragging his lips teasingly across the expanse of skin as she found her fingers in his mullet, tugging gently as he continued his steady onslaught.

"I get that - but if you'll allow me, I wanna ease yo' mind just a bit, Cheyenne." He husks, smirking at how she shudders hearing her name roll off his lips. "Think you can handle a little break, mama?"

It was sending her into overdrive, the flutter in her lower belly worsening with every last ministration.

"I can handle it, Jey. You just gotta make it worthwhile." She whispers back, and he smirks, pulling her flush against him. Without hesitation, Cheyenne tugs off his denim jacket, tossing it aside and pulls slightly on the silver cuban link chains around his neck.

The subtle tug goads a hum of approval from Jey, who wastes no time in kissing her. He's slow with it, cradling the base of her head in his much bigger hand, and she kisses back, french tipped nails digging into his skin. With every passing moment, Cheyenne felt her composure completely dissolve, replaced with a need to consume whatever desires were suddenly surfacing.

"You're so fuckin' sexy, baby girl." He whispers, pulling apart to let her breathe. She beams, cheeks burning at his compliments.

"Y'sure the liquor ain't the one talkin'?" She teases, a smirk on her lips immediately shifting to a soft moan when he smacks her ass.

"Ain't nothin' made up - it's all me talkin' when it comes to you, baby." He retorts, squeezing the plump flesh of her ass, soothing the stinging smack.

"Oh really? Then tell me something." Cheyenne whispers, and Jey simply presses his lips to hers, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip, granting him entry. She hums softly when he sucks on her tongue, her toes curling immediately at the renewed passion being exchanged between them in the living room. His hands reach beneath her skirt, tugging on the thin material of her lace panties, and she moans softly.

"You okay with this, Chai? I ain't gon' do anything if you don't want me to." He whispers, pulling apart, his eyes meeting her own and she nods vigourously.

"Words, mama. Lemme know whatchu need, aight?" He urges, wanting nothing more than for her to enjoy being spoiled for the night.

"Need you, Jey. I just..." She falters, and he brushes his nose against hers, subtly letting her know that he's there for her. "I don't fuckin' do this for anyone, y'know."

He understands, rubbing her thighs gently. "I'll tell you right now, I can go. I'll leave, and we pretend this ain't happened." He whispers.

But that's not what she wants.

It evidently is not what Jey wants either, but the ball was in her court.

Jey tucks a curl behind her ear, tracing out her bottom lip with her thumb as she exhales yet again.

"I don't want you to go. Please."

The slight tremor in her voice has him softening, and he presses her knuckles to his lips. "Promise I'll take good care of you, baby girl. Just wanna make you feel good, if you'll let me."

Cheyenne knew the possibility of them ever crossing paths in such a manner wouldn't happen after tonight, so she took a chance.

"Please... I need it."

"Whatchu need, sweet girl?" He asks, and she smiles softly.

"Need you."

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Jey carried her in his arms, kicking the door open to her master bedroom. She slipped down from his grip, pushing him onto the mattress, emboldened by liquor and a serious desire to have him all to herself until morning.

"You gon' strip f'me, Cheyenne? Take that shit off for me, sweetheart." He leans back against the headboard, bottom lip tucked under his grill.

She nods, unclasping the bustier and tossing it aside, along with her lace black bra. He exhales at the sight of her midriff and plush breasts. "Y’such a fuckin' doll, Cheyenne. So gorgeous, ma."

At this rate, Cheyenne was dizzy from the neverending compliments. She doesn't stop though, shimmying out of the skirt, tossing it aside and climbing onto the bed. In mere seconds, she's flipped onto her back with Jey hovering on top of her.

"Jey...don't fuckin' waste my time." She groans, and he smirks, propping her up against the pillows. Her legs at this rate feel like jello, but he's gentle with her, pulling them apart.

"Didn't plan on it." He murmurs, pressing his lips to the wet spot on her panties, dragging his nose across to inhale her sweet scent.

"Shit." The expletive tumbles from her lips in between broken sighs, and he groans when he eventually pulls the lace aside.

"Y'so wet, honey. Just drippin' like this f'me."

Jey held her steady - peering up at her pretty dark eyes, now heavy lidded as she bit her lip. Upon first contact, Jey dragged his tongue between her soaked folds, earning a soft cry from her.

"O-oh, fuck." Her soft cries only multiplied, causing Jey to continue. pulling her legs onto his shoulders. He hummed into her soaking channel, causing her back arch inwards almost simultaneously. The gentle rut of her hips against his mouth had him smirking, noting how she'd shifted from nonchalant to pliant in mere hours.

"Tastes so sweet, mama. Such a pretty pussy." He coos, suckling around her swollen clit. Cheyenne's stomach flutters at the sensation, and she nearly doubles over when she recalls the mirror on her ceiling.

Often used for her Instagram photos of aesthetics and her outfits, the mirror was of good use. However, the once minimalist, classy images had been replaced by the reflection of Jey lapping his thick tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all too much, as if an intimate work of art was being made between the both of them.

"Mm...J-Jey..." She whimpers softly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she opens them, his eyes are directly on hers, keeping her grounded when his tongue slips into her entrance. The wet muscle curls inside almost immediately, stroking her silken walls in and out as she began to fall apart, unable to handle the sight of his ministrations displayed on the ceiling in addition to the hot arousal that was begging to be released.

"You feel it, don't you?" He mutters, and Cheyenne nods, throwing her head back into the pillows beneath her body. The ripple of arousal is coaxed out as his name falls from her lips, legs shaking and breath rapid as she watches him devour her all the more earnestly.

"That's it mama, doin' so good."

By the time he's done, he leans in, pulling her to be level with him. His lips brush up against hers and she can't help but indulge, tasting her sweet nectar off of his tongue.

"You're fucking insane." She says, pulling away from him to lay back in the pillows. Jey retreats, standing up to discard the white jeans and his pink shorts while she watches, a coy smirk on her lips.

He was well-endowed, and she nearly blacked out imagining how he would feel inside of her.

"You say that like it's a bad thing, but you love it, sweetheart." He snickers, easing the nerves that had built up so rapidly inside of her.

"I promise m'not gon' hurt you, alright? We'll take it slow. Y'said you haven't been with a real man in a minute - this is me assuring you that'll change from here on out, okay?" He says softly, and Cheyenne nods.

"Okay."

She tugs the waistband of her lace panties, but he stops, kneeling between her thighs once again. Although puzzled, she trusts his intentions. Instead of it being her shedding the last article of clothing with her fingers, Jey takes it upon himself to drag the lace panties down her already shaky legs with his teeth. The sight of the gold grills bared as he did so had Cheyenne seeing stars - barely able to hold onto any sanity she had left.

"Jey..." She's barely able to get his name out, still reeling from the overstimulation that been bubbling since they'd met at the club.

"I gotchu, mama. Just relax, Cheyenne." He says, the reassurance felt as he hovered above her.

"Just focus on whatchu need, yeah? Lemme get you right, hm?" He adds on, tapping the fat tip of his length against her soaked folds. "Watch me from there, if you need to." He whispers, gesturing to the ceiling mirror.

She nods her head, and he gently eases in, inch by inch. The stretch is delicious - unlike anything she's experienced in recent memory. Her strangled moans are cut off by a soft grunt once he settles, bottoming out as she adjusts to his size.

"Y'good pretty girl?" He whispers, stroking her cheek gently and she mouths a needy "Yes."

They stay like that for a moment, looking at each other, revelling in such an intimate position, focused only on themselves.

"Please just fuckin' move, papi." Cheyenne finally breathes out, and he grins, pulling out just enough to snap his hips and thrust deeply into her.

"This what you needed, baby? Pussy's so tight s'just suckin' me right in."

With every snap of his hips, Jey had worked his way to her sweet spot, tip hitting her cervix over and over again.

"S'what I needed, papi... s'what I -shiiiit - what I needed."

Cheyenne hadn't had been intimate with anyone in a long time, not willing to give so much of herself to just any man who'd spoken to her. But things were different with Jey - less abrasive, and more assured.

What's more, is the way she saw her body reflected in the mirror above their tangled state. His hands roaming along her curves, the way his back muscles flexed against his beautiful tribal ink, and how her hands grazed along his tattooed forearms.

The grip of his hands on her thighs while he pistonned deep into her had her seeing stars, and all she could feebly mutter was for him to keep going.

And he obliged - he never failed on his promises.

"C'mon, mama. I'm yours. I'm all yours."

His words resonated deeply with her, punctuated by the way he stretched her out - every single thrust causing her to arch inwardly at the pleasure he gave her. He found solace between her breasts, squeezing them gently as she trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by how he revered her body.

"Fuck, Jey...." She utters out, throat sore from the endless symphony of praises tumbling from her lips, spurring Jey on. His tongue flattens against the swell of her nipples, taking time to savour her soft skin as his thrusts grew more erratic, taking note of how her walls squeezed around him and how she'd push gently on his lower abdomen, overwhelmed by the way he'd been pounding into her.

"Mm...don't run from it, mama. I know you feel it." He implores, and Cheyenne's eyes squeeze shut, only to be coaxed open when Jey's lips meet hers.

"M'so close, Jey...I can't." She whispers, and he grunts when her words are evidenced by the flutter in her velvet walls.

"I gotchu baby girl. Just let it out. Let it all out all over me."

The strained whine from her lips pairs well with the mess she makes, coating his thick length and the bedding beneath her in her essence. She's incredulous, attempting to cover her eyes with her hands, only to be stopped by Jey.

"You're so beautiful - y'ain't gotta be embarrassed about wetting this dick up, ma. I said I'm yours. Take what belongs t'you." He mumbles softly, thrusting a little harder as his release began to build up.

"M'not embarrassed...just shocked, is all." She mumbles weakly, humming in approval as Jey's sharp thrusts soon become sloppy and drawn out.

Part of Jey's brain was scrambled up, practically pussydrunk on Cheyenne as he chases his climax. He can't fathom why they'd never done anything of the sort in the past, only for him to remember that life as a wrestler meant he was barely at home.

But maybe this whole thing....it could change that fact.

"Y'so fuckin' big, Jey...." Her soft wail breaks through his chain of thought, and he only slows down more, unable to contain his impending release. He lets out a growl, gasping in soft pants as he chases his climax, painting her insides with his seed.

"I know ma. But you been takin' it so good." He whispers, pulling out gently as Cheyenne got on all fours, looking over her shoulder as Jey positioned himself behind her.

"Y'think you can handle that much more, huh?" He taunts, and she simply replies by arching her back, the mix of their juices dripping onto her sheets.

"You said you were mine... I'll take what I want si-"

He doesn't exactly let her finish, as the rest of the sentence is reduced to garbled up expletives when he buries himself to the hilt. The groan that leaves his lips sends shockwaves to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her ass back onto him as he pounded into her.

"So you showin' out now huh, Cheyenne? Get after it then." He chides while rolling his hips into her yet again. Her muffled whimpers inundate his veins, indicative that she had him hooked and solely focused on ensuring she wouldn't forget the pleasure he dished out to her. At a point, he looks up, marveling at the reflected image of skin against skin.

They were perfect.

"Gettin' close hm? Y'ain't gotta tell me...'cause I can feel it by the way she's grippin' me mama; how that pussy's talkin' t'me."

The constant sounds of skin slapping skin thrummed in her ears, drowning out her ability to think coherently. "M'so close, Jey." She utters, and he picks up his pace, wanting nothing more than for her to come undone again.

Her trembling breaths increase as she climaxes yet again, creaming him just the way he liked.

"Such a good girl. My pretty mama." He coos, filling her to the brim once more with his seed. They stay that way for a few minutes, chests rising and falling in tandem.

"You doin' okay, baby girl? It wasn't too much?" He quips after a few moments, pulling out gently before joining her on the mattress.

She looks at him, eyes soft and shiny - purely euphoric.

Her glossy plump lips look almost too tantalizing not to kiss, but he decides against it. He wanted verbal confirmation from her - some sort of tangible assurance that she enjoyed their night.

"It's the best I've had in a long time, Jey." She says, running a nail over his tattooed chest.

"I keep my promises."

"That you do - I won't have to hold you to anything bedroom-wise." She teases, and he chuckles, admiring her in the dim lighting of her room.

He stays curled up beside her a little while longer, listening to her ramble about her weekend plans and in turn, told her stories about his esteemed wrestling adventures.

"When...are you coming back to Atlanta then?" She finally asks, and he props himself onto his elbows, not exactly avoiding the question but wanting to help clean her up and change her sheets.

"Depends. If I have a tour stretch, I'll be in different states. But usually every other weekend, if I can." He murmurs, pulling on his pink shorts again once they're both cleaned up. "Where's the extra bedding, lil mama?"

Cheyenne points to one of the closet doors in her room, and he grabs a new fitted sheet, changing it for her.

Perhaps chivalry wasn't dead - even for a one night stand.

While he busied himself with getting dressed in his denim jacket and jeans, she notes the time - 3AM.

Nearly three hours with the man and she feared she'd already begun to spiral given how good he made her feel.

A real man was what she wanted and he had provided her with that experience.

But Cheyenne craved more.

Something less temporary with him.

"Thank you for tonight, Jey."

The soft whisper catches his attention as he ties his Air Force 1s, noting that Cheyenne had pulled on some clean underwear and an oversized tee.

"I'll see you around, yeah?" He mumbles, stepping close enough to her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I've got a flight in a few."

Her breath is calm, but the desire to be with him again burns like wildfire, stoked only by his presence.

"Yeah."

Once the door clicks, Cheyenne lays down on her bed, flabbergasted as she reflects for a few more minutes on what had just taken place. Even as she tries to relive bits and pieces, she's so far gone that she drifts asleep for a split second, only to wake up to two Instagram messages.

uceyjucey: 2 attachments

uceyjucey: keep it tight - i'll see you in two weeks.

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Part 2 is here.

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Strawberry Shortcake

Just imagine you and Roman running errands. You are wearing a tight crop top and baggy sweatpants with air jordan 1’s and he’s wearing a black tee with gray sweatpants and air jordan 1’s. From Trinity's house, to Publix, and home depot, he always walked behind you, looking you up and down as you observe every aisle to look for the things on your list. And anytime the both of you stopped walking, he would stand so close to you, breathing in your sweet new perfume. It had him hypnotized. God, you smelled so good, so sweet. Almost as sweet as you taste. and he couldn’t wait any longer. 

You put the last bag in the car before he grabs your neck gently and gives you soft, long kisses. Surprising you, but you melted into his lips, moving yours in harmony, and it wasn’t long until his other hand slipped past the band of your sweatpants. “Mmph- baby, wait until we get home,” you murmured against his lips, but his eyes became dark and direct. “Baby you smell so fucking good, is that a new perfume.” You smile softly and respond “Yeah, it’s strawberry shortcake.” He kisses the outline of your jaw hungrily, letting his mind fog with the smell of your new perfume. “No wonder you smelled so good. Get in the back seat. You look so fucking good, and you smell like strawberry shortcake, so imma eat that pussy like strawberry shortcake.”

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[whowrotethenote]

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Summary: What starts off as a regular Spring Break attending Wrestlemania for Alana, takes an unexpected turn, landing her in a fantasy come to life. The Tribal Chief is in need of unwinding after his victory and he chose her.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black Fem OC

Warnings: NSFW // Smut // Age gap // Profanity // Adultery

Word count: 8.9k (sorry lol)

Inspo: Biggest Fan by Chris Brown

A/N: This took way longer than it should've, but I'm actually proud of myself for finishing. Y'all don't know how many times I've started writing something in the past and never finish. There's drafts of unfinished everything on my laptop.

This is my first time posting my writing on any platform. I hope y'all like it. I tried to proofread as much as I can, but I'm honestly tired of reading it lol. I feel like I'm going to realize its shit and delete it all.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any media posted. Credit to their respective owners.

I do not consent to any portion of my writing to be reproduced or used in any manner without expressed written permission of myself, with the exception for the use of brief quotations.

This story is completely fictional. With the exception of OCs, I do not own any characters in this story. The pictures posted are for the intention of face claims and imaginative purposes. The ideas, stories, scenarios, and characters you are about to read about are a mixture of my imagination, and inspiration from real life whether it be loosely based on people I know or public figures. By no means should you take anything a character thinks, says, or does, as my way of expressing my own interpersonal beliefs and thoughts. The characters are themselves and I am me. Two completely separate entities. I am not trying to promote any lifestyle, ideas, or agendas throughout the book. I am simply telling a story. If you cannot grasp that concept, do not read any further.

“I wonder if the Usos will come out.”

“Yeah, probably,” I respond to my roommate Demi, only half as concerned as she is. The Usos are the last thing on my mind. They’re her choice of poison. I’m here for one man and one man only.

I survey the crowd of strangers surrounding us. All in Bloodline gear waiting for the same thing. The Main Event. They all probably spent a fortune months ago just to be in the very same spot she and I stole tickets for.

It wasn’t on purpose. We originally had nosebleeds. We were lucky to even have those, seeing as we snagged them just days ago. The frail older man outside the doors waving a chunk of tickets in his hand, was an angel in disguise. He waved and waved until two tickets went flying into the thick crowd of people all pushing to just get into the main doors of the building. 

Demi and I searched on hands and feet for those tickets that no one else seemed to be looking for. Imagine our disbelief seeing them all dirtied and stepped on by the door and they read floor seats. Not just any floor seats. The ones located directly next to the entrance ramp with a clear shot of the ring. Fucking jackpot.

don’t be acting all fanned out when he walks by either

I smirk reading the text my brother sent. Yeah, right. Maybe three years ago, a young Alana would’ve woke up tomorrow morning with no voice from losing my shit, watching the Roman Reigns walk by me. But it's not five years ago. I’m not a teenager in my room waiting at the TV with my golden glove on, throwing my one’s up and giving an acknowledgment he couldn’t even see. 

Who am I fooling? That teenage girl, although buried deep, still lives within me. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be here. I wouldn’t have spent the two thousand my dad gave me to enjoy my spring break on a plane ticket to LA, a hotel and tickets to Wrestle-mania 39. I’d be like the rest of the Juniors at my university. Bar hopping in Mexico or in Miami half naked strutting down Collins Ave.

I go back and forth between scrolling on my phone, daydreaming, and loosely watching the matches that come. Before I know it, the moment I’ve been waiting for all night and damn near all my life rises to the forefront.

The lights dim and the first beats of the drums ring loud throughout the stadium, matching the acceleration of my heartbeat. This is really happening. He’s about to come out and walk right past me. Everyone around me pulls their phones out on the ready, accompanied by a roar of screams just as loud as the orchestra performing his music. 

Too concentred on the entry way anticipating his figure, I forget I even have a phone. No, I need to feel this thoroughly. No middle man between me and this unforgettable experience.

We all wait in collaborative angst until his tall figure emerges and my breath gets caught in my throat. The aura and the energy he carries is all consuming, demanding the attention of every person present, even his haters. Solo and Paul flank behind him following his slow and steady pace until he comes to a hard stop. 

The cameraman is dangerously close as he kneels to catch him from an angle down below. This is so surreal. On cue his pyro lights fire, upping the excitement from the crowd if even possible. Everyone is already losing their minds. Even Demi’s screams threatened to take out my right eardrum despite her main infatuation resting with the Usos.

His mesmerizing eyes scan the crowd with a slight nod of approval and then they land on…me? Time stills and I can’t hear the noise around me. Was he staring at me? 

As much as I want to look around for confirmation that his eyes are indeed locked on me, I’m hypnotized. The slight scrunch of his brows and his dark pupils paralyze me in place. Jesus, Lana. Move. Smile. Wave. Shit, do something.

He’s fucking beautiful. Carved from stone. Kissed by the sun. Hair wet and hanging. Ula Fala draping perfectly around his neck. Full beard with a hint of greying. And his chest. God, his chest. His abs rippled perfectly. I’m scared to even blink, at the risk that I’ll miss something.

A thick pink tongue slithers out over his lips and I heat up from the inside out. My god.

In a flash he looks onward to the ring on the move again and the world returns to its original state. 

I turn to face Demi whose eyes are wide like a saucer. “Biiiitch,” she drags out and we break into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, so I’m not bugging?” My brows dent. 

“No. No, I saw it too,” she assures me. “That man was definitely eye fucking you.” My face heats replaying the scene back in my head. “That was so surreal. He’s so much bigger in person…” Her voice trails off once I get lost in my thoughts watching him hold his titles up in the center of the ring. He moves like a king. Like everywhere he goes he expects everyone to bow gracefully and fall at his feet. It makes him even more attractive than just what the eyes can reach. Fuck me. This is going to be a long night.

Demi got her wish. The Usos came out but their stunt didn’t last too long due to an appearance from Sami and Kevin. Somehow, Roman still took home the win. Still the champion. Still on top. Still the man.

The whole match, I could only half way focus on him and his god-like figure moving about in the ring. The other half of me was still stuck in the moment we shared during his entrance. Was he really staring at me?

Call me delusional, but I swear he looked at me two more times. Once during the match, when he kicked out at the last second of Cody’s pin. He struggled to his knees and rested back on his heels to scan the crowd. He stumbled to his feet, but not before those eyes bore a hole into mine for a quick second. Then again, when he won. He held up his titles, chest heaving up and down, then he looked my way with a squint.

“I can’t believe he still won,” Demi practically has to yell as we ease our way through the crowd to leave. “I was sure it was game over when Sami gave him the boot.”

Simultaneously we push through the back entrance doors and let them slam behind us. The slightly chilly night air of April hitting. No more screams. No more crowds. But the rush and aura of the night still lingers on us.

“My man doesn’t take L’s,” I tell her matter-of-factly with my chin up.

“I see,” she laughs.

We were smart. We took an Uber and told him to let us out from almost three blocks away. We follow that same pattern now to avoid the rush and traffic of everybody trying to leave at once. Towards the opposite way of the parking lot, away from the crowds, we start our journey to a quiet block to call the Uber. 

“Wanna hit it?” Demi extends her hand that holds a lit blunt in between her fingers. I shake my head.

“How the hell did you even get that thing in?”

“Tampon,” she informs before pulling from it. Of course. She’s been sneaking weed into parties that way since we were freshmen.

“Excuse me! Ladies!” An authoritative calls from behind causing us both to stop in our tracks. I know that voice. “Excuse me!”

Demi and I lock eyes and at once we do a complete one-eighty to find him practically chasing us down.

“What the fuck?” I hear Demi murmur before he stops in front of us winded.

“Ladies,” he offers one firm nod. “My name is—’’

“Paul Heyman,” we finish for him in unison. 

A smug smile adorns his chubby face. “That’s right.” He holds a hand out and we both just stare at it for a while. After several seconds of an awkward and shocking silence, Demi abruptly shakes his hand and I follow her lead, still trying to make sense of this moment.

“I’ve been sent to relay a message. The Tribal Chief has requested your services for tonight.”

“Services?” The line between Demi’s thoughts and what comes out of her mouth has always been very blurred.

“Yes,” he confirms. In unison we turn just our heads to each other with equal expressions of confusion and disbelief. “You see, The Tribal Chief likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road from time to time.”

“Company, huh?” I catch Demi’s smirk.

“Especially on nights like tonight. You know?” I raise a brow. “All the adrenaline, excitement, and energy from tonight’s match. It's good for him to uh… blow off some steam and unwind.”

I lose count of how many times Demi and I have to exchange looks tonight. Since I’ve met her we’ve always spoke a nonverbal language only we understand. A subtle head nod in the direction of a cute boy in the room, an eye roll when somebody says something problematic, or wide eyes when someone spills tea that we know we’ll have to debrief about later. Tonight, our eyes dance in a mutual agreement that can’t be any clearer. “Hell yeah,” I speak for the first time. 

Demi tosses the lit blunt and we both advance to follow him. “Oh no, I’m sorry. Just you.”

“Me?” I ask with a finger to my chest. He grins slyly nodding.

“I— I don't know.”

“You don’t know?” Demi slaps my arm.

“I’ll need an answer now. Gotta get you to his bus before the real crowd emerges. There’s a few things you need to sign.” Sign? Oh god. This is getting serious.

“M—maybe this is a mix up. Are you sure he asked for me—”

“Bitch.” I’m interrupted by a firm push from Demi toward Paul. My eyes meet her wide ones that scream, “go.”

I look between the both of them. “You’ll be fine getting to the hotel?” I’m not all the way certain how tonight will go, but I have a feeling I won’t be seeing her until tomorrow.

“Girl, don’t worry about me. I’ll always get where I’m going. I should be the last thing on your mind.”

“We can wait until her Uber comes?” I eye Paul who eyes his watch briefly.

“Sure.”

So we wait in silence. The whole time, I bounce the idea of just saying never mind and pussying out, back and forth like tennis. Reading my mind, Demi would eye me and mouth “don’t you dare.” So many things can go wrong. I’m not even entirely sure I know what the hell Paul is talking about. Company? Services? It could mean so many things. Does he want to talk? A massage? Am I going to just sit there on his lap while he watches TV? What if he’s one of those foot guys? Is he going to touch himself while I sit there barefoot? Oh god, please don’t have a foot fetish.

With the exception of tonight, I’ve only ever seen him through a screen. Playing a character. I don’t know him. That’s the reality of it. Am I really about to follow a stranger, Paul Heyman, to accompany another strange man?

After checking that she has the right Uber and sensing she will be safe alone with him, I let her hand go. She gives me one final look before I let her shut the car door. “Make him remember you, bitch.”

Like a farmer leading its cattle to slaughter, I follow him as he leads me up the steep steps of the bus. A pit of something stirs in my stomach the deeper we walk. Equal parts angst and doom. Like the end of something and the beginning at the same time. We pass the driver’s seat. The floors are a shiny mahogany wood, matching the cabinets of the kitchen area we end up in. Although small, it feels grand. Definitely doesn’t seem like a space this chic belongs in a bus trailer. I guess only the best for the best.

In the midst of admiring the space, I look over to see Paul shuffling some papers around.

“Alright! So I’ll need you to sign this.” He separates one stack from the main one and slides a pen out for me. “Just something that says we’re not responsible for any items lost, damaged, or anything like that.” Everything in me screams to read the thick stack thoroughly before I dare sign my name on the dotted line. I do it anyway, because who even has time for that? Paul is already moving about like he has somewhere to be.

“And this here,” he pushes the signed paper out the way and slides another stack in its place. This one much thicker than the former. I raise a brow. “Don’t worry. It's just a non-disclosure. Nothing discussed, seen, or heard after you sign can be shared with any other persons.”

I look for the expiration date of the legal document and don’t find one. I search and my eyes land on the word indefinitely.

“Indefinitely, huh?” I think deeply about what I am about to agree to. I would only even want to tell Demi and a few other girls from our bookclub maybe that watch WWE. My eyes land on the seven figure lawsuit terms if the NDA is breached. I weigh my options. Spill tea and get fined or secretly get intimate with the man of my dreams…

The pen is smooth as it glides along the dotted line and I cap it before handing it back over to Paul. “Perfect.” He takes it and reorganizes the papers. I blow out a breath looking around again. There’s a grey curtain blocking off the rest of the bus, which I assume holds a bedroom of some sort and a bathroom.

“Is he already here?” I lean to try and get a peak of whats beyond the curtain.

“Nope. He’s doing a bit of press and wrapping some things up backstage. You’ll wait for him here. The driver is inside the building. Probably won’t be back until late tonight. Roman should be back soon.”

“I’m expected to stay here overnight?”

“Totally up to you. I’m sure you and him will figure it out. It’s not like him to spend the night alone though.”

In that moment it becomes clear what I am here to do. My heart lurches at the thought of just sharing a bed and possibly cuddling with him. His big muscular arms wrapped around me. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck and the hardness of his di—

“This wasn’t on the NDA you just signed, but,” he held his hand out between us. “I’m gonna need that phone before I leave.” Of course. I almost change my mind. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back as soon as it's all over. Definitely before you leave.”

Fuck it. I retrieve my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and he gladly takes it. I don’t need it anyhow. I can’t imagine being in the presence of him anyway and my phone stealing the show. I would forget I even had one.

It's not long before he’s packing everything up, preparing to leave me. A small part doesn’t want him to go. He served as sort of a comfort. Truth be told, my heart is in my ass.

He pulls the curtain back to reveal a chic bedroom set up. If I didn't know any better, I would think we are in a five star hotel and not a bus trailer. 

Everything is a sleek grey with undertones of black. Glossy black wood dresser chest and a matching nightstand. Black wood bed frame and headboard. I run my hand along the dark grey duvet thats just as soft as it looks. 

“I’ll be on my way. You’ll probably see me tomorrow or later tonight. If not someone else will give the phone back.” He waves my phone and turns, but not before pulling the curtain back to close.

I’m all alone now. Theres a flat screen mounted opposite the bed, but the noise won’t do anything but make me more anxious. I want to be able to hear everything going on.

I have the weird urge to go through his suitcase I see sitting upright by the wall. I shake the thought away knowing it's an invasion of privacy. I opt to go through the dresser chest instead. Its empty. I guess he didn’t get a chance to  unpack.

I turn and rest my butt on it, crossing my arms. Minutes go by, and what seems like an hour passes before I hear movement outside the bus. Deep voices talking and then I hear heavy steps heading my way. I straighten up. No, too formal. I sit on the bed legs crossed. No, what am I? An escort?

I stand again and take my original place leaning on the edge of the dresser, just in time for the curtain to pull back. The sight of his large stature so much closer to me than he was in the arena takes my breath away.

He doesn’t say a word. Just looks at me and walks right by me to his suitcase. Then he’s in the bathroom. The sound of him peeing is loud followed by water running. 

Big, tan and burly, he emerges again. He moves with power just oozing off of him, with an authority that just screamed, “I’m in charge.” It's not just a ring persona. Thats just him.

My eyes never leave his tall frame maneuvering around the small space as if I’m not even standing here. He kicks the Jordans off his feet to slip into his slides. His Nike hoodie comes off next and he tosses it on the small loveseat in the corner. His big and cut arms now in full view.

He relieves himself of the contents in his pants pockets. Wallet, keys, some loose change, and a small folded paper all fall on the dresser. He stops for a moment holding out his left hand. He twists the black band off his ring finger and places it in the drawer instead of on top of the dresser with the rest of his things.

Our eyes snag and I immediately shift my attention to my fingers. Twisting and untwisting. Picking at the acrylic on my nails. Anything but looking him in the eye after witnessing that. It's not too late to change my mind. I can stop this. I should, but do I really want to?

The sound of his slides lets me know he’s on the move again. I find him by a minibar area I hadn’t noticed earlier. 

“Is it cold in here?” His deep voice cuts through the silence. It's then I notice I was holding and rubbing my arms as if I was cold. So, he is paying me some kind of attention. Truth is, I’m just trying to keep the goosebumps from a slight panic attack at bay.

“No, it's fine.”

“You feeling alright?” He twists slightly with a raised brow. Probably trying to figure out why I haven’t moved an inch since he walked in here. He’s so calm and cool. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the calmer he is, the more anxious I grow.

“Yeah. Y—yeah, no I’m fine.”

“You spoke to Paul already?”

“Yeah—yes,” I correct myself and clear my throat. I don’t know when it became so damn dry.

I was speaking to his back. The muscles still making themselves known even through the fabric of his black tee. Hair sleeked back into his signature bun. My eyes trail down to his ass. For a man, he has a nice one. I image how he’d look with nothing. The intimacy of him walking around with absolutely nothing on. The afterglow of sex on him. Rock hard abs and tribal tattoo as his only decoration. His manhood swinging freely, semi-hard even after just laying serious wood—

“Then I assume you know why you’re here,” his deep voice cuts my nasty daydream short. 

I can hear him maneuvering glass, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing over his big frame. I was too shell shocked to move too much, afraid I might wake up from this fever dream.

“I do,” I answer him. 

If my father knew when he gave his only daughter, his princess, money to enjoy her spring break, that she’d end up alone in the bus of a man who was over ten years her senior, the money would’ve never made it into my hand in the first place. I’m sure this isn’t what he had in mind, but truly this was the best way a young girl could enjoy spring break. An unexpected encounter with an older and wealthier man. My idol. I watched him on TV for years. Gawked at the screen. Liked thousands of edits on Tiktok and Instagram. Dreams of this very moment knowing it couldn’t possibly ever come true. And now here he was. Big in stature and energy right here in front of me. Talking to me. 

Hell yeah, I know what I’m here to do. Even if he didn’t utter a single word and just stripped and nodded to the bed, I’d still get the job done with no shame. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t?

I can hear them now. But he’s married. He has a family. He’s old enough to be your father. They just won’t understand. Demi would. Demi would get it. She always gets it and she always gets me. Having lost her father and sister in a car crash just weeks before moving into the dorms for college, taught her that life was indeed too short. Live freely and take risk, because you don’t know when you won’t be able to. Shit, we’re all gonna die anyway. That’s the mantra she lives by. She’s different and that’s why I attached myself to her. She’s not like everybody else who lives like they’ve already walked the steps to heaven.

This was a more than seldom, once in a lifetime opportunity. I’d think about this night when I’m grey and depleting on my deathbed. I won’t let my head play tricks on me with the opinions of anyone who would do the same thing put in my position. 

It's silent again. I hear liquid being poured for a second. I wonder if Demi made it back to the hotel okay. She’s probably blowing up my phone with a thousand texts trying to figure out whats going on.

So deep in my thoughts I don’t realize he’s making his way to me until he’s right here already. I have to look up to meet his gaze as he stares down at me over the bridge of his nose. He’s so big. He smells divine. It's a masculine type of musk with a cleanliness to it. My breath gets caught in my throat, realizing exactly how close we are. Our shoes were just shy of an inch from touching. My chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move. 

Without any words, he holds a glass filled with brown liquid out closer to me. I look down at it with just my eyes. I’ve only been twenty-one for two weeks. Didn’t even get the opportunity to sit at a bar so a man could offer me a drink before trying to sleep with me. Who would’ve thought the first offering would come from him. Roman Reigns. Just at that thought, something in me ignited.

I took it, with the intention meaning more than just accepting the drink. I’m accepting the situation. Drawing a line in the sand and disposing of any doubt if there even was any left. I’m doing this. All complications pushed to the back. Tonight he’s not Joe Anoa’i, the married man with five kids. He’s Roman Reigns, undisputed WWE Universal Champion, The Tribal Chief, Main Eventer, Head of the Table…And I’m his biggest fan.

I throw the contents of the glass back, trying my hardest not to make a face from the burning sensation. He gets it down in one big gulp, putting me to shame, as I can’t help watching his Adam’s apple bob up and then down. He’s still just inches from me. I can see every hair on his beard. The slight greying ones are my favorite.

It's so weird seeing him in this state. So lax in his own space. No ring gear. No mean scowl. No Ula Fala around his neck. No championship belt around his waist. Just him. Black tee and sweats to match.

He takes the glass back and places them both behind me on the dresser top. Without warning, he’s on me. His tongue shoves past my lips saying to hell with formalities. No warm up. Straight to business.

“Mm,” I groan from shock. My natural instinct from being so caught off guard is to create some space, but a firm hand gripping the base of my neck keeps me in place.

He immediately asserts dominance, caressing every part of my body his hands can reach like he owns it. My neck, my shoulders, my back, and all the way down to my ass with a firm squeeze that separates my pussy lips. All the while still assaulting my mouth with his warm tongue. The tang of the alcohol still lingering. I fight for some control in the kiss but it's no use. He’s too much for me.

Everywhere his strong hands make contact, it leaves a spark until my whole body feels like it's on fire. Damn, that drink was strong. He pulls away from the kiss completely after one last soft, open mouthed peck. Like a magnet, my eyes find the thick bulge in his black sweats and I grow even more excited. 

He drops to his knees in front of me and my breath hitches when his cold fingertips find their way up my shirt. A trail of kisses with a slight tickle from his beard follow up and up until I raise my arms for him to take the shirt off completely.

He’s back on his feet, turning me so my back is facing him. My breathing grows erratic. This is really happening. 

“Lights,” his voice rumbles behind me. The bright lights turn off but there's little lamps set up in the small space allowing a cast bright enough to see still.

The black lace bra I wear is unhooked in a matter of seconds. Who knew when I put it on this morning, that Roman Reigns himself would be taking it off come night. With a firm grip on my hips he turns me back to face him. 

Being well endowed up top from such a young age, my natural instinct is to cover myself. I always thought they were a bit big for my body. Standing at five foot seven, I was only one hundred and fifty pounds. A lot of my weight being carried up top from these double D’s. When all the girls in middle school were just filling in, I was a full D cup. I noticed how boys would stare. Older men too. It would make me uncomfortable. Always thinking of ways to cover them or make them appear smaller.

Avoiding eye contact is useless. His eyes are like magnets. Like the sun. Just beaming down on me, making them impossible to evade. So I stare back at him. We stay like this for a while. Just watching one another in silence. The air is smoky with lust and pure ecstasy. 

His hands cover mine and slowly drag them down to reveal my breast. Round, surprisingly perky, with fully erect chocolate nipples, creating a contrast to my caramel complexion. They steal the show as his eyes shoot to them immediately while he breathes deep from his nose. 

I can feel his energy shift from passionate to pure animalistic. When his entire mouth covers one nipple, I lose all my sense. My head rolls back and instinctively I bring a hand to the back of his head. A rough hand cups and caresses my breast while he’s still latched on. I watch in awe as his thick tongue sticks out to flick and play with it before sucking again.

He’s expertly unbuttoning my jeans with his other hand as I feel the snag of him trying to pull them down. I step out of my shoes to help him and reveal the black thong I am not even accustomed to wearing. I’m more of a a boy shorts or Walmart pack panties kind of girl. I just so happen to have forgotten to pack them and had to borrow a pair from Demi. 

Bending down must be uncomfortable, since he grips the back of my knees to hike me up like I  weigh absolutely nothing. He gives more attention to my chest, sucking until my nipples are sore, before his tongue is in my mouth exploring again. We’re moving now, I assume towards the bed. With every step, his erection rubs against me leaving me clenching and needy.

My back meets the unbelievably soft bed. I practically sink into it, watching him rear back to remove his shirt and show off that god-like body. Mountains and valleys of muscle in his abdomen placed perfectly like someone sculpted him with their bare hands. His bun hangs a little looser now.

His long fingers loop the waistband of my panties and we lock eyes. His stare is intense saying what his lips didn’t. I nod once. I’m doing this.

Almost in slow motion he pulls them down my legs, his eyes not leaving mine until the very last second. His attention is stolen by the sight of me down there.

“You’re soaking.” He uses the butt of his thumb to circle my clit. I jump slightly at the sudden contact. “That’s all for me?” He locks eyes with me again, expecting an answer and all I can do is nod frantically while biting down hard on my bottom lip. I can’t keep still. My body is on fire under his touch and his gaze. Eyes dark with passion, he squints watching me squirm every time he speeds the rhythm of his thumb up or down.

“Fuck,” I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand and grab one of my breast.

His thick tongue snakes out to lick his pink lips like he did earlier in the arena and I almost cum on sight. I look on in shock watching how he licks his thumb clean like he just ate Doritos and he’s discarding the remnants of them. A small groan of pleasure leaves his throat. I must be dreaming.

Climbing off the bed hastily, he tugs his pants and red briefs down at once and his dick pops up on recoil. My pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation for her next guest. Long, thick and tanned just like the rest of him. Mouthwatering. I never had the urge to taste something so bad in my life.

I can tell there’s no time for that though. He’s anxious now. I can feel the heat and need radiating off his body as if his stiff, vein-filled dick didn’t already tell on him.

With a tight grip on my ankle, he flips me over abruptly. Of course. Missionary would’ve been way too intimate for the circumstances.

On instinct I get up on all fours, deepening the arch to an almost painful degree so the view is nice for him. A smack so hard I jerk forward a bit, lets me know he’s satisfied with what he sees.

“All this ass,” he mumbles rubbing my behind in circles and even giving it a little shake. 

He runs his long fingers up and down the slickness with ease. A groan leaves my throat as I grow impatient. I know I should want this to last as long as humanly possible, but I can’t fight this storm inside of me. I’ve wondered too long about it, daydreamed about it, and even touched myself in imagination before at the thought of this man I only knew through a TV screen.

I sway back and forth slightly waiting and listening to the sound of a wrapper and a slight pop. I have no time to prepare. The bed dips with the weight of him back on it. His thick head is at my opening, rubbing from my clit to almost my asshole. He only does this three good times before I’m practically ripped apart.

“Ouu!” A mix of a moan and something I’ve never heard from myself fills the room. He roughly takes the hand I thought I would use to push him and pins it behind me.

My throat goes dry. God damn. He’s fucking huge and unforgiving. Even with the slow pace he’s pushing into me combined with my wetness, it still feels like he’s breaking me apart from the inside out. 

“Breathe,” he coaches. If possible a gush of wetness rushes out from the sound of his voice, bringing me back to the situation at hand. I have to make it work for him. 

I bite down on the expensive grey covers as he pulls completely out and then back in. “Mm!” 

He finds his rhythm, as he’s able to glide in and out. I try to match him once the pain subsides. I glance back to catch his full bottom lip caught between his teeth. The muscles in his chest working as a sheen of sweat starts to form.

I work harder now. The sight of him turning me on more than ever, opening me up like a wildflower. 

“Let me hear you. I wanna hear you,” he grunts out almost desperately. The vulnerability in his rough voice drawing more heat and wetness from my core. I moan louder than I intended and shock myself. I’m not usually verbal in bed. Maybe a little cry or whimper here and there. This shit feels too good to be demure and delicate about. 

I obey his order and release the moan that I didn’t even know I’m suppressing. It's not forced or fabricated. I genuinely feel so good in this moment I can only moan in response. 

His strokes are primal. Animalistic like a lion in the wild taking whats his. And he’s so fucking big. In aura and size. The ways his body envelopes mine makes me feel smaller than I really am. His thickness stretching me in a way I didn’t think was possible.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell out. His hand tangles in my hair and stretches my gaze up, giving him full view of my desperate face.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands. 

“Oh my god,” I pant. “It's so fucking good,” I struggle to get out. Every thrust steals my breath. He aims for the perfect spot every time and doesn’t miss. The smack of our bodies colliding ring loud in the silent space.

“Louder, baby,” he grunts diving deeper.

“I can feel you everywhere. You feel so good! Unh!”

“Atta girl.” The rumble of his voice sends a vibration straight to my core. My pussy clenches down from his words. To add insult to injury, a large and slightly calloused hand finds its way up my stomach to cup my breast. He pinches, twists and rolls my nipple around like he’s playing with a toy. As if my pussy isn’t becoming dangerously wetter already.

He removes the hold in my hair, trailing to my hip. His thumb presses down hard while guiding me back and forth on him. He gives me his all and I return the favor, using the unstable grip I have on the duvet to leverage me as I throw my ass back on him to catch.

The friction of his balls slapping sloppily against my clit built up enough pressure for a pending orgasm. With one strong hand still on my hip, he uses his free one to shove my face down to the bed making me lose any power I had in this fight.

His front collides with my ass, causing a consistent slapping. Anyone walking on the bus could easily tell whats going on now. His grunts, my pants, the consistent slapping. These were sounds of fucking. 

“Fuck me! Yesss!” I don’t recognize myself. He’s awakening something in me. A familiar tinging stirs in the pit of my stomach. If he keeps on, it won’t be long until I explode all over his thick dick.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” I whimper in response.

He goes harder than ever before, his strokes less uniform and more wild. My mouth falls wide open at the intensity and perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

His hips continue to snap against me and if possible I feel him grow harder inside me. His fingertips dig into me so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. 

“Urghh!” A guttural moan erupts from him, urging me to fuck him through his release even as his movements slow. I study his facial expressions and record them in my brain to take home with me as a souvenir. He stretches his neck with eyes shut tightly. That fucking tongue. Whisking out to flatten over his top lip before he bites down on his bottom one. Chest heaving up and down with the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every breath. 

“So fucking good,” he says more to himself. He delivers another hard spank to my ass before I feel him ease out of me, hissing slightly at the sudden disconnect and absence of him. The pit of my stomach heavy still with the lingering orgasm that was cut short. 

I’ve had sex with guys before and never got to finish. I’d leave unsatisfied and almost regretting the encounter completely. This is different. I’m here for him. I’d fulfill his needs and drain him even if it meant I left with nothing but a wet ass. 

The bed creaks a little, letting me know he got up completely. Just when I think the night is over, my mouth falls open at the sensation of his hot mouth covering my entire pussy. His tongue slithers out to graze my distended clit.

“Mm, shit,” I cry out, shaking. I’m so sensitive. Any little sensation sends my body into overdrive. Every lick draws a mini release. When I finally get to the edge I know I’ll fall completely apart. The hair from his beard tickles me, only heightening the sensations. I feel nothing but pure pleasure.

A strong hand comes down on my left ass cheek and I whimper on impact. He squeezes it in a firm gip to move me up and down in a steady rhythm on his flattened tongue.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I cry. I let my head hang down unable to keep it up any longer. All I can do, feel, and think about in this moments is how good he feels to me. Guys my age always need a crash course on how to eat pussy. Always too much spit, they couldn’t find my clit, or the torturous shaking of the head like a rabid dog.

Roman is eating me like I’m his last meal. Touching spots I didn’t even know a tongue could reach. With the way he’s grabbing me and rocking me on his stiff tongue, he’s damn near fucking me with it. We’re two complete strangers. The power dynamic is completely off. He’s the billionaire WWE superstar and I’m the underpaid and overworked fan in college. Somehow he’s still taking the time to worship my body and give me his all as if he’s the one who has something to prove. 

The dick was mind-blowing. Oh, but the head will be the death of me. That same tongue he wags and flicks on live television, exploring me. Tonight is an absolute fairytale. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he could read my mind. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

In only a matter of seconds a tornado of heat swirls in my core. I rock back and forth on his mouth before he sucks relentlessly on my sensitive bud nonstop.

“Unnhh!” An uncontrollable shake erupts from me as I see stars. The world goes completely blank for a while as I relish in the ecstasy of my orgasm granted by the Tribal Chief himself. Tonight, I acknowledge him and his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I whisper in between pants coming to my senses. A small laugh leaves my throat at the way I just lost myself in front of him.

I turn to find him in the middle of snatching the cream covered condom off. His big dick bobs up and down from the snatch, fully erect again. 

We got one night only.

Like a lioness on the prowl in the jungle, I eye him, crawling to the edge of the king bed where he stands. I stop just in front where my mouth aligns to his thickness, still eyeing him, making sure it's okay. He nods giving me the green light and even holds the base in his strong hand to bring it closer to my lips.

I let a glob of spit form and fall freely on his thick mushroom tip. Before it can drip, I catch it on the underside and lick from tip to base, to the tip again. His hips push forward impatiently. 

“Open.” It's not a question so I don’t test him. His face is hard, but his eyes are desperate. As soon as my lips part he shoves himself all the way in like he owns my entire mouth. He draws out and I hallow my cheeks to keep it in as long as possible until I release him with a pop. 

“Stick your tongue out for me.” I oblige and he slides his heavy dick across it gathering spit before pushing back down my mouth. A pulse grows in my clit again. A revival from seeing the remains of the mess I made in his thick beard.

“It's so good,” I tell him while slapping it on my tongue for him, earning a groan. The skin of him is soft as he stretches my mouth. I can taste the salty precum and I cant wait for the rest of it. I never trusted a man to release his bodily fluids in me in any way. It kind of grossed me out. Oh, but not tonight. He can release wherever he chooses.

Using one hand to twist in tandem with sucking him, I study every change in his expression, every pattern of his breath to record what feels the best to him.

“Go ‘head,” he urges in a low guttural tone. “Just like that. Take it all the way down. Don’t stop, babygirl.” That’s all I need to hear. 

The eye contact is so deep it puts me in a trance. In a constant and fluid motion I take him in and out, making sure he reaches the back of my throat every time. In and out. In and out. In and out. The sounds of spit and his heavy breathing take charge of the room.

His body stiffens a bit and I can feel him get harder on my tongue. Deliberately I take him as far as possible and stay there until I make myself choke. The contracting of my throat around his thick head sends him completely off the rails. He breaks our bubble, throwing his head back to the ceiling.

“Mmm. Aw fuck!” A strong hand grabs a fistful of my hair, making it impossible for me to move.  Thick ropes of his warm cum shoot down my throat and all around my mouth. “Ahh,” he groans out with a hiss jerking his hips forward a few good times. “Oh my god,” he blows out a heavy breath and lets his hands rest on his hips. 

I’ve made dean’s list, honor roll all throughout high school, medals of all kind from track decorate the walls of my bedroom in my parents’ house. None of those accomplishments compare to the sight I just witnessed. The Roman Reign’s spent and sexually exhausted because of little ole me.

“Let me see,” he whispers while watching me suck the last of it out. I open wide and stick my tongue out so he can see his cum on it. His massive dick jumps at the sight. I feel the warmth of some of it seeping out and running down my chin.

“Don’t move,” he instructs. Like his obedient soldier I stay put, only looking around with one good eye. The other shut tight so none of his cum could invade it.

When he emerges again, he has a wet cloth in hand. Gently but still firm he wipes my face clean of him and my tears that slipped from the intensity of choking. Who knew the Tribal Chief is into aftercare?

A squeal escapes me from being lifted into the air and over his broad shoulder. I’m hanging as he moves us about. There’s no way that any of this is happening. 

The shower starts to run. Even upside down I can see the marble walls and waterfall shower head raining down.

“You care about your hair getting wet?”

“No,” I strain to get out with his shoulder digging into my stomach. He chuckles so softly, I would’ve missed it if I couldn’t feel it from being on him. 

He fucks me for hours in the shower. My back against the wall. In the air. Face against the tiles. On all fours again. I guess older men carry more stamina. The water cascaded from up top on us both while we locked tongues passionately, breathing in each other’s air. 

He was in control the whole time. He flipped me every way he wanted me to go. Told me what to do, never asking. I’m left a wet, quivering mess at the end of it all.

I don’t realize how exhausted I am until he asks if I want to stay the night. I think about getting dressed and leaving, but the bed is impossibly plush and the sight of him naked still is impossibly sexy. Even better than I imagined.

I threw cuddling out the window once I seen his stoic nature and how he moved about earlier like this was just a business deal. He lays in the bed, still naked on his back with muscular arms slightly stretched. I lay on my stomach beside him trying to get comfortable. My heart thumps out my chest knowing he’s still here with me and so accessible. We literally just violated each other in the nastiest way possible and now we lay in bed not even touching.

His heavy breaths and light snore fill the room in no time creating a sort of white noise for me descend to. 

Some time in the middle of the night, I don know how, but those light snores ended up right in my ear. His breath hot on top of my head, accompanied by a very heavy arm over my hip. 

My heart smiled and my face caught fire. It was so intimate. Undeniably my favorite part of the night. I shifted as quietly as I possibly could, inch by inch, until I was facing him. His bun fell completely apart, leaving his dried and fluffy curls cascading over his shoulders and the plush pillows. I make out what I can in the dark of his sharp features. I never seen him so relaxed. In the ring he’s always tense, always painted with tyranny and stress, but not right now. He almost looked like an angel.

I make a mental image of him. This is exactly how I want to remember him— how I want to remember this unpredictable night. This is the part that even if I could tell it, I don’t think anyone would even believe me. Burying my face into his chest, I breathe deep, trying to imprint his smell into my brain like ink on the skin. 

The loud voices of men I don’t recognize, serve as my alarm clock. Eyes still shut, flashes of the night before and the soreness of my body, warp me back to reality. Oh, shit.

I shoot up from the pillow to scan the room, keeping the covers close to my naked chest. His suitcase still stood in the corner, but there’s no trace of him. No water running. His slides are gone. The thick curtain shields me from the rest of the bus.

6:07 AM flashes on the digital clock of the now cleared nightstand. 

It's not like I was expecting this grand goodbye. The man didn’t even say hello to begin with. I thought I could at least see him one last good time before I leave LA for good.

I attempt to rise up, but something crinkling under my palm stops me. I grab the sheet of notepad paper and rub my eyes before reading the contents of it.

Thanks for last night. Joe. 

Short and simple. In the corner, two cursive R’s as a signature. I neatly fold the paper and drop it into the pocket of my jeans I find folded on the chest dresser. I want that paper with me everywhere I go. A small piece of the whole experience. A subtle reminder of the best night of my life.

Every part of me wants to feel bad. How could I let him just use me for his needs for a night and then discard me like it was nothing? I should feel low. Cheap. But thats not even the kind of girl I am. The glass is always half full to me. Last night was arguably the best night of my young life. I’ve never known such adventure. I never felt more free—more like a woman.

I flop down in my bed still in a daze from the events of last weekend. Demi had a million and one questions. The NDA kept me from spilling. Even if I could’ve given her a play by play of how the night went, I don’t think I would’ve. Demi and I have the kind of bond thats void of any secrets. But that night with him was so special to me, I want to keep it for myself. Something for just me and him. It makes it more magical when only we know what happened. I just want to soak and bathe in it all. 

Light as a feather I stare at my ceiling, letting the flashbacks corrupt me. The feel of his soft skin. The smell of him. His grunts and pants. His hands caressing and gripping my ass. The warmth of his tongue filling my mouth. I blow out a breath getting worked up again. I’ve touched myself countless times since that night to the memory of his voice and his energy. He was just so damn good. So much man and dominance, but still gentle and cautious. 

After we touched back down in New York, it was back to reality. But that didn’t stop me from walking on a cloud. You can’t tell me shit. I fucked the Roman Reigns. Drained him and swallowed the aftermath. How’s that for a spring break?

It's currently Thursday. Almost a week has passed since the greatest night of my young life. I just got back from the gym with Demi. She’s pressed me every single day since that night, but I won’t budge. The confines of the NDA keeping me stronger than I normally would be. 

Tomorrow is Smackdown at the Garden, but it's unclear if Roman will even be in attendance. He takes so many hiatuses it's really a hit or miss with him. Demi asked if we should go, but I declined not wanting to spend the money I didn’t have just for him not to even show.

A sudden dread came over me knowing that he couldn’t possibly be thinking of me even half as much as I’ve thought of him. He’s overridden my mind. I’ve obsessed over every little detail and played it back a thousand times, while he doesn’t even know my name. 

Paul said it himself. He likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road. All the times he has to travel for work, cameras in his face nonstop, and body aching from all the physical exhaustion, I’m sure he always has to release the tension somehow. I’m just one of many. 

I knew that going into it. I know I’m not special, but I tried my hardest to be. I did what I could to make him remember me. Constant eye contact, carrying out his every command, throwing this ass back as hard as I could and sucking the soul out of him.

A violent buzz of my phone snaps me out of my daze. I feel for it on the covers. My eyebrows dent at the message notification from a number I don’t recognize, causing me to unlock it.

Your Tribal Chief has requested your services again. 

Sorry for that long ass disclaimer lol. It’s a shame I even have to include that, but I literally watched a girl argue with an author on here about promoting adultery and cheating simply because a character was cheating. Like, it’s a story?? It’s a fictional character?? Don't read it??

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slow down | the judgment day

summary ⇢ maia looks innocent, that's her trademark, but a certain group of misfits knows an act when they see one. it's time to test their theory, and they've met their match - she's their hardest opponent yet and she's here to win. warnings ⇢ 18+ nsfw! unprotected sex, public (sorta) sex, cursing, drinking. smut x1000, minors please don't interact!! word count ⇢ 3.4k

author's note ⇢ pls this is truly material to call me a sl*t, but here we are with NO shame. one of the only work that I have that's more than two people, so... yeah. part two, maybe???

darling, slow down

Maia’s hips sway to the beat of the loud music blaring in the club. Her hands are in the air, completely in a different headspace, thanks to the immeasurable amount of liquor she’s consumed in the past hour and a half. Her friends surround her, almost as a shield, in their own worlds. Her eyes slowly close, feeling free, not even realizing the eyes that we’re watching her, interested, thirsty, and ready to pounce.

Damian sits at the back of the room, perfectly centered to where Maia is dancing. He crosses his arms, so transfixed on her that he doesn’t even hear what his stablemates are talking about. 

“Uh-oh, look who found Maia.” Dominic slaps his hand on Damian’s shoulder, peering over to watch Maia. “Damn, man, I get it, she’s..” He trails off, almost lost in her movements. 

As the song changes, Maia opens her eyes, perfectly falling on Damian through the crowd. She smiles realizing his gaze on her. For a second, she contemplates her next move, but the fire from his gaze lights something deep inside her and she goes with the action she’d never do on a sober mind because she was way too chicken to ever do it. Her long legs are bare, her skirt is short and her stride is long and sultry as she approaches where The Judgement Day members all sit. She glances at them all, taking a moment to lick her lip. 

“Anyone wanna dance?” She leans over to ask, her breast slightly on display and the guys can’t help but take a look. 

Rhea sits back, taking in the slightly younger woman and how everything she wears hugs her body in the right way. Her eyes settle a moment on the black bralette she’s wearing and the way it doesn’t hide her hard nipples, even in the dark. Dominik focuses on her perfectly red lips and the way the lipstick hasn’t moved all night and the way he wants to smudge it. He shifts in his seat, trying to push the thought away before it manifests in a way he couldn’t hide it. Finn, on the other opposite side of Damian whose sitting in the middle, has his eyes on the length of her skirt and the way that he could drag her into the bathroom and fuck her over the sink without messing up her outfit. Then there was Damian, who is stuck on the thought that Maia wasn’t as innocent as she portrays on screen or backstage — he could see it in the way her eyes light up.

As the next song picks up, Damian stands, “I’ll take a dance with you.” He glances back at his stablemates, sending them a knowing nod. “She’ll be right back.”  

Their plan was in action, and little did they know, Maia was on a mission of her own tonight. 

Slow down. 

Maia clasps Damian’s hand as she leads him to the dance floor. A nice funky, R&B beat fills the tight space. With her back pressing onto him they move slowly and sensually. She is pleasantly surprised at the way Damian falls into step with her. The lyrics felt directed to them and she can’t help but turn to look at the older man. 

Baby, I’ve been fantasizing, just looking in your eye.

Their eyes lock on each other. Someone stumbles past and pushes them further together. Maia rest her hand on Damian’s hard chest, her motions still on the beat. Damian snakes his hand around her back, following. 

You know I’m looking for more, and you’re what I’ve been praying for.

Maia turns again, pressing her ass against Damian’s crotch, whining down, bending at the waist to slowly grind against him. His hands move towards her hips, dangerously close to her ass, and squeezing. 

I’m not one to play around like this, it’s so real, and I love how it feels, love it when we slowly sway.

She comes back up to rest against his chest, laying her head back to look up at him. They sway with the music, Damian's arms now around her stomach, staring back at her. 

I love the way we move, the way we move. 

Maia smiles to herself, feeling his light touch – Damian’s hands start at her shoulders, lightly tumbling down her exposed sides. His warm hand on her lower back makes her hum as she glances back at him. His head ducks down to press a warm kiss on her neck. She sets a hand against his thigh, wanting him to get closer to her. His scent was intoxicating and that’s all she wanted. 

We can have every night, yeah, we can have every day. Ooh, I want you too. I need you.

They stay like that for a while. Maia lets her eyes shut, letting the music take control. She doesn’t even realize the effect that she’s having on the Puerto Rican man behind her or his friends seated not too far away from them, completely checked in to what’s going on. 

And when the song transitions to another, Damian goes to move back, but she holds him in place, turning to look up at him. Nothing is said as he lets his hand slightly fall a little lower, resting on her ass. They don’t move, feeling everyone else around them. Her hand rests on his tattooed arm, slightly grazing her fingernails down making him unknowingly shudder. 

Dominik comes up from behind Damian, resting his hand on her hip. Her bright eyes met his with a smile. He pulls her into him and her thoughts shift. His hand lays flat on her stomach with her back to him, once again dancing. 

“You’re too sexy.” He mutters in her ear and she presses her thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure. “Don’t push it away.” Dominik kisses her neck. 

She throws her head back gently into his neck with her eyes closed. Dominik bites his lip, focused on that red lipstick again, desperately wanting to kiss and taste her. Maia puckers her lips, leaning up slowly as he leans down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate. Dominik spins her around so they’re chest to chest, reconnecting their lips. She caresses his arm, lost in a trance for a while. 

“Come home with us.” Dominic breathlessly whispers in her ear, letting his hand travel down to the hem of her short skirt. 

Maia turned slowly taking him in, “And what will I win if I do.” Her lips moved perfectly and that’s all Dominik could focus on. “Lost for words?” She teases. 

“We’ll make it worth your time, mami, I promise.” 

He glances back, locking eyes with who could only be described as The Demon. Finn takes his time coming to meet the pair. Dominik gives his place. Maia’s eyes are low in the smoky room and it could drive the Irishmen crazy — and when she licks her lip, he has no choice but to give in to his desires, knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“C’mere.” His voice was thick with lust. 

Finn leads Maia past the bar, towards a bathroom, pushing the door open with his back. His friends shared a look, knowing things were going perfectly. The bathroom, matching the atmosphere of the club, was dim. He locks the door behind him and stalks towards her, where she leans against the sink, one heel slowly kicked up. Maia smirks when he finally stands in front of her. The music still pulsates through the room and her eyes dips from his to the front of his pants, pleasantly surprised to see how rock solid he was. 

It all felt like slow motion — Finn grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to face the mirror. They stare at each other through it and Maia can’t help but press her ass against him, moving slowly, teasingly. 

“C’mon, don’t try to be a gentleman, take what you’ve come to get.” Her voice was laced with sex. She slowly hikes up her skirt, arching her back as she leans over — nothing hiding her pussy from his vision. 

At the sight, Finn groans, unzipping his pants. Maia’s breath gets stuck in her throat, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her entrance. Her lips find themselves between her teeth again, feeling Finn pushes into her slowly. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a moan escaping. When he’s flesh against her, Finn moves his hand to sit around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest and thrusting deep. 

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth. 

As the music picks up, so does Finn’s movement. It’s not soft and she loved every second of it, he pounds into her as if he knew that’s exactly what she liked. And Maia feels like she’s on cloud fucking nine. The moans never stop from her and Finn can’t control himself at the faces she makes. He hits her g-spot, over and over, pushing deeper into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Maia is breathless, holding onto Finn’s arm, squeezing tightly.

He didn't let up and Maia was in absolute bliss. Finn’s hand moves from her stomach, down to her clit, rubbing along to his pace, making Maia reach her peak quicker. A single tear falls from her eyes and Finn kisses it, feeling her cling around him. 

A moan falls from his lips, “Go on, baby, come for me.” He bites her lips softly as she completely falls apart against him, feeling the orgasm shake her to the core. “Good girl.” He grunts, and his pace becomes sloppy. 

Maia has to muster all the power in her body to pull him out of her, crouching down in her heels to take him in her mouth. She strokes his dick, letting the tip hit the back of her throat until Finn’s eyes squeeze shut, coming down her throat. His groans are like music to her ears and when she swallows, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, plastering an innocent look on her face. 

She stands up, pulling her skirt down. Maia presses a kiss on his neck, smiling at the light red stain that she leaves. Her finger lightly traces it. 

“Wanna take me home?” Her manicured finger rests on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.” She winks, stepping out of the bathroom, and leaving him to get situated.

After more dancing, Maia stepped out of the club in desperate need of fresh air. She leans against the windows of the building, staring out at the parking lot. Even after her bathroom quickie earlier, she wasn’t satisfied and the cold air hitting her skin only heightened that need. As if on cue, Dominik pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on hers. 

“What you doin’ out here, mama?” Dominik comes up to her, pulling her towards him.

“Just gettin’ some air, what’s up with you, Dom?” Maia hooks her finger around one of his belt loops. “Come to keep me company?” 

They shared a quick look that solidified the fact that they weren’t outside for air. 

The car is parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Maia rested her back on the cool leather, humming as Dominik peppered kisses on her warm skin. She smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. He lays his hand gently on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. They maintain eye contact as his finger finds her heat, slowly running a finger through her slick folds. Maia bites her bottom lip with an exhale, resting her head back. 

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. Maia’s mouth slightly falls open, arching her back looking for more. “Mm, so wet.” 

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

Dominik chuckled, drinking her in as he unbuckled his belt. Maia had her skirt bunched up around her stomach and her top down slightly to expose her hard nipples. Maia sits up slowly as he pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking a couple of times, his eyes on her. 

“Come ride me, baby.” 

Maia peels off the leather, straddling over him, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he pushes into her. Dominik squeezes one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of their slapping skin is the only sound in the car. 

“fuck,” Maia moans, resting her forehead against his. “oh yeah, just like that.” She holds his face in her palms, printing her red lipstick all over his mouth.

Their pace quickens and their moans start to mix together. The windows start to fog as Maia throws her head back, holding onto Dominik’s shoulder trying to chase the high. His hands connect with her ass several times, the slaps ringing out in the car. Maia groans, 

“You look so fuckin’ good, baby,” Dominik murmurs in her ear. “Come here.”

The new position had Dominik hovering over her with Maia’s legs basically touching the roof of the car. A yelp escaped from her mouth when he slid back in her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The pleasure rushed over her again. Her breath caught in her throat, pressing her hand against his chest. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maia moaned, filled with lust. “Holy shit.” she gasped feeling the butterflies in her stomach. 

Dominik’s moans and grunts filled her ears as he drilled into her at a relentless pace. Maia could barely open her eyes to see the fogged-up windows or his sweaty chest, all she could see was stars and her release on the brink. She was so close. 

“Go ‘head, Maia.” Dominik’s voice lulled her on. “Cum for me.” 

And with that, Maia feels all her walls tighten. She lets out a ragged breath as he fucks her through her climax and proceeds to chase his. Maia locked eyes with him while licking her still-red lips. That tears Dominik apart as he pulls out, cumming over her stomach with a grunt. 

Maia smiles drunkenly, closing her eyes for a moment in bliss. 

— 

 The air in the car was thick. The anticipation of what was coming was enough to power the city. Damian sits behind the steering wheel, Finn in the passenger seat with Maia in the backseat between Dominik and Rhea. Her eyes slowly look up to the rearview mirror, catching Damian's gaze as she licks her lip. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, impatiently. 

—

The house is impressive, but Maia’s thoughts were on everything but that. She holds a new cocktail in a square glass in her hands. She stares out at a pool in the backyard, nearly done with her drink when someone comes up behind her. The lights in the room are low, and music from the club is playing. The person behind her moves her hair, resting a kiss on her neck. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning back against them. 

“I never got that dance.” Rhea’s Australian accent fills her ears. 

Maia turns, setting her glass down. “I can give you a dance.” She murmurs, looking around the room to see them alone. “Or something better.” 

Rhea leans down, taking Maia’s lip into hers, kissing her roughly, trying to memorize her sweet taste. She leans down, hooking her arms under Maia’s ass and wrapping her legs around her waist. The kiss is breathless and they both refuse to be the first to pull away. 

“I have plans for you, baby.” Rhea bites Maia’s bottom lip. “But you have to wait.” She presses her lips to Maia’s one more time before setting her down. 

Dominik appears beside Rhea, taking the chance to capture Maia’s lips in a deep kiss, smacking her ass. She rests her hand around the back of his neck, letting her nails graze over the soft skin then moves them down to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin. Dominik, not breaking the kiss, moves them back to the center of the room. Another body presses up behind her, peppering kisses on her neck. 

“Let’s take you upstairs.” Finn says, lightly nibbling her ear. 

Finn leads them up the stairs, with Dominik closely behind Maia. She holds onto his hand, keeping them both steady as they enter the dimly lit room. Maia takes a moment to scan the room — it’s huge, and her eyes land on two armchairs near the window where Rhea and Damian were sitting, having stopped their conversation at the sight of her. 

Maia walks around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the pair. She grabs the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulder slowly, giving them all a view of her breast. She bites her lip, resting on the palm of her hands when Rhea gets up, stalking her like prey. 

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly. 

The Australian woman caresses Maia’s thighs, deeply gazing into the eyes of the woman under her, then gets on her knees to come face to face with her dripping wet cunt. Rhea places a soft kiss on her inner thigh, so close to Maia’s heat causing her to softly fall back against the mattress. Finn and Dominik watched for a moment but received a look from Damian and took their leave.  When Rhea’s tongue met Maia’s clit, a deep sigh left her lip, slowly arching her back. She can’t help but tangle her fingers in Rhea’s hair. 

“So good.” She moans, her breath hitching in her throat. 

Rhea rests her arm over Maia’s lower stomach, keeping her in place as she devours her as if it were her last supper. Her tongue swirls over Maia’s bundle of nerve, her tongue laying flat, sucking roughly on her clit. Maia couldn’t help but grip the sheets, trying to keep her body flat on the bed, but her body had a mind of its own. The euphoric feeling washed over her, leaving her breathless. Her breathing was labored and her hands searched for something, anything. The release was so close that she couldn’t help but shut her eyes as it washed over her with so much force. 

“Good girl,” Rhea purrs, licking her lip as Maia tries to find her breath. 

Her fingers dug into Maia’s hips to keep her still as she ate her like a starved woman’s first meal in years. Maia tried to push her legs together but was unsuccessful as Rhea dipped a tongue into her, disarming her immediately. She grinded down into Rhea’s face, moaning loudly. Maia glanced to the side to see Damian watching them intently and that only turned her own even more as she threw her head back. 

As Maia tiptoed the edge, the rougher Rhea got until she couldn’t take it any longer. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, she came so hard until all she saw was blackness. Her breath was ragged as Rhea kissed up her body until her lips were on Maia’s in the softest kiss ever. All Maia could do was murmur a word, but she wasn’t even sure of what she said. 

It took a while for her to come to, but when she did, Maia realized that it was just her and Damian in the room. He stood from his chair and came to the front of the bed as Maia got up onto her knees. She watched him carefully as she fixed her clothes. Maia licked her lips as he crouched down to her eye level. 

“Is the nice girl back?” he teased with a smirk. 

Maia shrugged her shoulder, “who says that wasn’t the nice girl?” she whispered, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. “I been watching you priest, you can’t fool me.” 

Damian chuckled, “and what do you mean by that, Maia?” 

“I want you and you want me all to yourself, am I right?” Maia questioned, moving closer to him. “Because I see how you look at me, I see how you all look at me, but you in particular…” 

Maia gave a dramatic sigh, “I can feel your eyes on my body, so I walk slower. Baby, I always know when you’re around, just tell me I’m wrong.” 

The room felt 1000 degrees hotter as they stared at each other. Damian took in the way Maia rubbed his arm then laid back onto her elbows on the bed, watching him with an innocent smile as if she didn’t just turn him on. 

“I want you, Maia.”

:) thank you for reading. let me know if I should do a pt. 2, but I fear I write too much damian x

[romanreignsbae]

A Paradise in Paradise💗 🌊☀️

SMUT❗️Warnings: praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, Oral (f receiving) Otherwise just fluff!💕

As Y/n laid on her lounge chair, she finally felt a sense of peace wash over her. Finally her and her husband Joe had some alone times to themselves.

Since Joe was taking a break after his most recent WrestleMania loss to Cody Rhodes, he decided it was the perfect opportunity to take his girl on a nice vacation. But Joe being himself always went above and beyond with it. He rented out a whole private island in Hawaii, just for him and his wife. He almost himself thought he did too much, but the smile it brought to his beautiful wife’s face made it all worth it.

Y/n was reading her novel she chose for this trip while tanning peacefully. “Baby! Come on, let’s go in the water!” her husband shouted.

Y/n shot up from her chair and made her way through the sand to him. “There you are! I missed you!” Joe told her dramatically while planting kisses all over her face.

She let out a giggle and cuddled into his chest. "Let’s go in the water!” she screamed out excitedly. She’d been dying to go to the beach ever since he announced this trip.

He threw her over his shoulder and sprinted towards the water. “Ah! Put me down!” Y/n squealed as they got closer to the water. The couple landed into the teal beach water with one big splash. They rose from the water at the same time and wrapped each other’s arms around one another.

After some time of messing around in the water they decided to head back to their luxurious villa. “Look at my tan lines! I feel like a new person!” Y/n told Joe while moving her bikini strap to show him her new tan lines. “You look beautiful as ever” he told her. She blushed. Her husband always had a way with words.

The couple took a shower, and decided to get ready for the dinner Joe had planned out. Y/n exited the bathroom wearing a beautiful silky dress Joe had picked out just for her. “Woooo damn baby, are you cinderella, cause that dress gon be gone at midnight!” Joe said. Y/n laughed at her husband’s corniness. But she had to admit that was a good one.

“You look so beautiful too handsome.” Joe felt his cheeks heating up. Even though he was the talker in their relationship whenever his wife threw a compliment his way, he always felt shy about it. Y/n loved how she could make him shy too though.

The couple shared a beautiful Hawaiian themed dish together for dinner, and then headed back to the beach for a late night walk. While walking together quietly in the sand, Joe decided to spike some conversation. “Babyyy it’s almost midnight, I get to take that dress off you soon..” Joe said whispered to her, while purposely brushing his lips against her ear. He felt her skin grow goosebumps on it. Y/n felt a wave of neediness and desire for him surge through her body.

“Mmm sure..let’s just go back now..” Y/n told him. His eyes lit up excitedly while picking her bridal style and heading back to their villa.

Once they got back Joe placed her on the corner of their king sized bed, and slowly began taking her low sandal heels off. “Hurry up” Y/n pleaded him. Joe let out a chuckle at her sudden neediness. “Ok babydoll chill.”

Once he successfully took off her heels he brought her up from the bed and began unzipping her dress. “Oh my days! I swear, if you don’t hurry up!” Y/n complained. “Talk one more time without permission and you ain’t gettin nun tonight” Joe told her threateningly. Y/n let out a small sigh knowing she couldn’t fight him on this.

After she was fully undressed he laid her down gently on her back, back onto their bed. He slowly began undressing himself making Y/n more and more impatient.

Finally after what felt like an entirety for y/n, he was finally all undressed. He crawled up onto Y/n and moved in for a passionate kiss.

Their tongues both fought for dominance, and Joe won. He removed himself from her lips and ran his thumb over her puffy bottom lip. He placed one more peck on her lips before travelling down towards her neck. He nibbled at her sweet spot causing a small moan to leave her lips. She felt him smirk at the sound.

His kisses traveled down towards her chest where he took one of her breasts and massaged it thoroughly. She let out a sigh at the motion of his hands. He brought his face down to her breast where he brought her nipple into his mouth. He toyed around with it, slightly sucking, and biting down. He felt her hips starting roll against his to create friction. “Don’t try anythin yet you needly little slut. My little slut.” he told her roughly. “Ima take my time wit you.” She whimpered with impatience.

His kisses traveled from her breasts, down her stomach, and he pulled away. Avoiding the spot she needed his mouth most. “Please daddy” she whimpered. “Hmm I don’t know, you’ve been extra impatient today..” he teased her. “I promise i’ll be so good daddy just- please” she begged. Without warning he dove right into her pussy causing a loud moan to escape her lips.

He ate her like a starved man and purposely sucked extra hard on her sensitive bundle of nerves. After a few minutes a familiar feeling began to build up in her tummy. “D-daddy i’m gonna-” she tried to communicate but it was difficult when he was devouring her. He hummed, sending vibrations to go through her body. After one last suck on her clit she came undone. He licked every last bit of her essence and finally pulled away. “T-thank you daddy” she said shakily as she was still recovering from her earth shattering orgasm.

“Your welcome sweetheart, ya better be good for daddy now” he said to her. She nodded her heard reassuringly at his words. Joe stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed in slowly causing a loud groan to leave his lips. Y/n gasped in pain and pleasure at the sudden fullness. He knew he has to take it slow with her. The size god blessed him with wasn’t something he could just slam into her. He looked down to see tears filling her eyes. “Hey, hey. Baby you okay?” he asked her. He would never wanna hurt his beautiful wife. She nodded her head. “Yeah just feels so big” she said softly while putting on a soft smile for him.

After staying still for a minute Y/n spoke up. “Baby, you can move now.” With one final look at his wife for reassurance Joe pushed forward. “Pussy’s all mine. All mine.” Both of them moaned loudly. “All yours daddy!” she chanted. When they made love they couldn’t help themselves from the noises that came out of their mouths. “You feel so fuckin good baby.” Joe thrusted in and out of her at a steady pace until he felt her squeeze around him. He knew her body in and out and that meant she was close. “You gonna cum baby?” he asked her. “Yes!” she moaned. “Me too, hold up.”

He reached down moving his fingering over her clit, and that was it. Her body starting shaking and with one more thrust he released himself into her, filling her up. He let her orgasm ride out and then he rolled off of her and pulled her into his chest. “You okay princes? Need anything?” he asked in a concerned tone. “No i’m okay I just wanna get some sleep” she told him in a hoarse tone. “Okay baby” he told her before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. He made sure she was in a deep sleep before he fell into his own.