#seth rollins preference | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

deansdelicate · 5 months ago

Text

I CAN SEE YOU

CHAPTER II: WATCHING YOU FOR AGES

seth rollins x fem!writer+producer reader

word count: [8.5K]

warnings: no use of y/n, mild cursing, mentions of having a baby out of wedlock (steph and paul), slight allusions to anxiety/loneliness, flirting (you don't even have to squint), mostly a light-hearted, domestic chapter <3

🎧 the soundtrack

summary: You're still getting accustomed to the fast life that comes with working for WWE, but it's all starting to settle down and you're beginning to feel like you belong with each day that passes—and it sure does help when a special someone is always going out of their way to make sure you know it too.

Seth and the rest of the superstars sat patiently on the shuttle bus, awaiting one last person before they could head to the arena for the night’s taping of SmackDown. It wasn’t often that they got to travel as one big group, but it was always something he took up when possible.

Usually the procedure was driving themselves to and from cities, hotels, and arenas, but now that Paul was in charge, he did his best to work in bus accommodations in order to give talent the slot to relax before shows. But even then, some opted to drive themselves, like Roman who was missing from his usual seat beside Seth.

“Who are we even waiting for?” Xavier complained, standing up to scan the area, trying to detect who exactly was holding them up.

“I’m surprised it isn’t you,” Seth cackled over at Finn who was notoriously known for being chronically late to every bus ride.

The Irish lad rolled his eyes. “Whoever has me beat is far more a mess.”

“Mr. Driver, can we get this show on the road?” piped Kofi with a clap as all the superstars agreed, preferring to get to the arena before doors so they could all get situated.

The driver looked up in the rear-view mirror, laughing shortly with the shake of his head. The superstars grumbled, patience dwindling by the second, trying to pinpoint who was the culprit of them running behind and making a pact to bar them from any future bus rides.

It wasn’t unusual for a crowd to gather outside the hotel—many of them children accompanied with their parents to get autographs and photos if they weren’t able to snag tickets to the show. But this time around, the crowd felt larger, more amateur photographers scattered throughout, which was odd considering it wasn’t a pay-per-view event.

“Oh, shit…” Big E singsonged, leaning out of his seat towards the window to see what all the ruckus was about as the fans’ cheers got louder.

Security surrounded you closely, keeping their arms outwards to stop people from getting too close to you. You happily waved at everyone, pausing for the kids who asked for autographs and selfies, making small talk with them before you waved goodbye and continued following the security.

“This way, Ms. Levesque.” One of the guards escorted you towards the doors of the bus, holding it open and ensuring you’d get in safely.

“Thank you,” you murmured with a tight smile, giving each of them a handshake for going out of their way for you.

“Hi! I’m so sorry for the holdup,” you apologized sincerely, turning to meet the driver, “They just wanted to make sure we were clear to go ahead.” You explained, extending your hand.

The man reassured you with a comforting shake of his head and meeting your hand gently. Your father was extremely protective of you, therefore many, if not all drivers and security crew of the company were well aware of the procedure of making sure you got where you needed to be safely no matter how long it took.

“You are precious cargo, Ms. Levesque. Have a seat and I’ll get us to the arena promptly.” He directed, gesturing you to get comfortable wherever you pleased.

Passing through the aisle, you smiled and said your ‘hello’s’ to everyone, most were surprised that you were joining them, considering that you were almost always a driven separately.

But what they didn’t know was that you had to practically beg your father to switch transportation for the day, simply wanting to be around everyone instead of being chauffeured to every event, which was starting to become a little lonely.

Seth sat in the last row of the bus, an empty seat beside him catching your eye. You paused in the aisle, pointing to the space with a hopeful smile.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” you asked timidly, crossing your fingers he didn’t mind you invading his space.

He immediately bopped his head, patting the seat.

“Course, here, let me help you.” He offered, holding his arms out towards you to take your things so that you could get settled with the fuss.

“Thanks.” You breathed a sigh of relief, passing him your purse and laptop.

You slid into the seat and buckled in before retrieving your stuff, your eyes meeting Seth’s with a grateful expression when his fingers brushed against yours for a split second.

“I hope you guys weren’t waiting too long,” you apologized, placing your purse on the ground between your feet.

He shook his head, leaning back into his seat. “Nah, we weren’t waiting long. Plus, it’s always a pleasure to be waiting for the princess herself.”

You giggled, brushing your hair over your shoulders then laying your head against the rest. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

The bus began moving en route to the arena that was a good twenty-five minutes away, giving you enough time to look over the script that you had been working on since what felt like forever ago. It was a part of an assignment your dad had you complete ting—writing four original scripts for the main roster, three of which focused on superstars who needed a bit more of character development.

The three completed scripts were met with praise by your dad alongside a number of producers and fellow writers who thought you were able to curate a story worthy enough to be showcased on TV. The remaining storyline, however, was a challenge—a romantic one.

You had been circling back to early storylines that involved romance, and while they were entertaining and good TV, they all felt one dimensional.

Therefore, you challenged yourself to come up with a script that would allow both leads to shine without acting as if their relationship was the only thing that existed. Sure, it was a longshot your dad would approve of it since TV hadn’t seen a romance trope in a while, but you wanted to take the risk and give it a shot.

“Important business?” Seth peered past your shoulder, raising his brow at your screen that had an overwhelming volume of text splayed across it.

You gawked up at him, nodding with a light laugh. “Just my final assignment.”

He looked at you, confused, feigning concern. “Final assignment? Did I miss the memo or something?”

You swung your head as you giggled, stopping your typing in order to show him exactly what you were up to.

“It’s the last storyline I’m writing for my dad to approve. I’ve been working on it for a while and now I’m just trying to polish it up for him.” You explained, tilting the screen towards him as you scrolled through the document.

“Whose it for?” he wondered, genuine curiosity in his eyes as he read a short fragment.

You rolled your shoulders with a shrug.

“To be honest, I don’t even have any particular superstars in mind. It’s very vague, but the details and sequencing are all there.”

“Well, if you’re writing it, I’m positive it’ll be worthy of Paul’s green-light.” He said confidently, his tone sincere, hoping it would make you feel slightly better to know he was rooting for you.

“I hope so,” your voice soft, exchanging tight smiles before you turned your attention back to work, trying to ignore the feeling of Seth’s eyes peering at you every so often while you typed away.

The bus ride was the perfect change of scenery even if it was just for a little while. It had been a bit lonesome traveling all by yourself and with the presence of everyone else you started to feel like you could get into the groove of things. Even if you weren’t involved in the conversation, the chatter of everyone cracking jokes made you grin through the work.

As the bus parked out back, the driver promptly exited to get the undercarriage opened so that talent could retrieve their luggages. Everyone stayed in their seats, just getting up to stretch their legs.

A security personnel poked their head into the bus, scanning the area until they saw you.

“Ms. Levesque, we’re going to escort you into the building.”

You acknowledged them with a nod, swiftly closing your laptop and gathering your things.

“How come we don’t get an escort too?” Kofi frowned, eliciting amusement from the entire bus, including yourself.

“Because I’m not a professional wrestler who could easily defend herself against crazed fans.” You half-joked with a pout.

“Noted.” Kofi replied with a smirk, flexing his arms and taking what you said as a compliment.

You shook your head with a laugh, turning back to Seth, who had been watching closely visibly seeing that now you were breaking out of your shell and learning everyone’s personalities.

“I’ll see you inside?” You proposed, getting up from your seat.

He nodded, knocking his knuckles against the window behind him. “See you in there.”

You twiddled your fingers goodbye before you walked through the aisle towards the front of the bus where security was already waiting.

“Bye everyone! I’ll see you inside,” you called out to everyone, waving as you exited and followed security through the surveillance screening to get into the arena.

After retrieving his bags, Seth headed straight to the locker room, dropping off his bags and then making his way toward catering for some food. He caught a glimpse of you on the way there, already sitting in hair and makeup, doing work on your laptop while you chit-chatted with the ladies.

He figured he’d leave you to it, hoping he’d run into you later in the night to talk more. He knew how important it was to make others feel welcomed, but it felt especially important to him that he could be someone you knew you could lean on, whether it was casual conversations or just talking about work.

“Where you off to? We’re all scheduled for a meeting with Paul.” Charlotte stopped him in the halls, going in the opposite direction of where all the talent was heading.

He scratched the back of his neck, pointing at her phone in her hand, “Was it an email? I didn’t see it on the itinerary.”

The blonde nodded, scrolling through her inbox. “Should’ve got sent to you this morning, but it doesn’t matter. It said all talent anyway.”

Seth nodded, walking alongside her, noting just how many people were headed in the same direction as Paul’s office. Usually they were all scheduled for meeting by group, but it seemed like it was an important one if Paul was calling for everyone on the same day at the same time.

As they squeezed into the office, some superstars found empty chairs while the rest stood against the walls, making space for those still arriving. The room buzzed with loud chatter, everyone speculating about the meeting’s purpose, hoping it wasn’t anything bad, like another round of roster splits.

Paul who sat at the head of the table, finally cleared his throat, silencing the room with an assertive presence that meant business.

“Okay everyone, let’s make this quick so you all can get out of here.” He rubbed his hands together, passing around papers that had the upcoming schedule for the next month.

“We’ve got some shows scattered across the east coast and mid-west. We’re prepping for SummerSlam, so things are going to start moving quicker and as we wrap up some storylines, we’re also going to be starting new ones.”

Many of the superstars were already well aware if they would be on the pay-per-view card or not, except Seth, who was still awaiting his opponent after he and Dean lost the tag team championships to Sheamus and Cesaro. They were originally going to have a rematch, but Dean ended up getting written into a different storyline with The Miz for the intercontinental championship.

“As you know my daughter joined us just a few days ago, but she has been watching and closely working alongside creative and producers in order to write a few scripts. Some of which will be getting played out in the coming weeks.”

Seth heard through the grapevine that some superstars already had meetings with you the following day after your debut to pitch the new storylines. Braun Strowman was one of the superstars to have a script written specifically for himself, and it was safe to say that everyone else was excited to see if they’d receive a script with your name on it too.

Your father was also greatly elated that you were taking the reins on helping him develop some talent—the pride evident in his voice and face as he spoke about you though you weren’t around to hear.

“And speaking about my daughter, I feel like this goes without saying, but just to make it abundantly clear, I think you should hear it from me.”

The tone in Paul’s voice suddenly shifted to something more serious, causing the superstars to deliberately fixate their sights on him.

“She’s new to this scene and to be quite frank she didn’t even want to step foot anywhere near the business, but she gave it a shot and while she’s still getting adjusted to the way things work around here, I have a good feeling she’s going to be the person taking over when I decide its time for me to step away…”

Everyone nodded along understanding that Paul’s time in charge might not be for long seeing as though he was getting older and he didn’t want to overstay his position of the head of creative knowing that it was best for a new perspective to be let in before things went stale.

Paul took a deep breath, the shift in his demeanor palpable as he transitioned from boss to protective father. His eyes scanned the room, settling on each superstar with a look that spoke volumes and caused most of them to squirm including Seth.

“Which is why I need to make myself crystal clear,” he began, his voice firm and unwavering. “My daughter is absolutely off-limits.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in despite him feeling like it should have been an automatic rule everyone should’ve been expected to follow without him saying it explicitly.

Seth found it a little hypocritical considering the nature of Paul and Stephanie’s relationship. Everyone knew they had gotten together despite Vince’s warning and everyone else tell them it was bad for business, yet here they were years later not only married but with four daughters to show for it.

But Seth also knew that mixing pleasure with business wasn’t always successful as theirs was—most times it was like playing a dangerous game, and he respected that aspect of it—plus, who would be crazy enough to go after the boss’s daughter, anyway?

“She’s a sweet girl,” he continued, his voice softening slightly trying not to get emotional when it came to you.

“And I’m not just saying that because she’s my kid. If anyone were to hurt her, especially when I’m the person signing their checks, I would hate to be the one to have to fire them too. Am I clear?”

Paul was anything other than threatening especially outside of the character he played up for fans, but it felt like the first time he showed the true colors that could come out if anyone dared to get on his bad side. There was a collective ‘yes’ that filled the room, nearly suffocating everyone with how thick the tension in the air was.

From the back of the room, Randy’s voice cut through the silence with a choked up laugh.

“I guess my dreams of calling you dad are finally crushed.”

Laughter calmed the room and everyone in it—of course Randy was the only one who could make a joke like that and live to see another day.

Paul chortled, pointing a finger in his direction. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, shaking his head and settling down.

Just then, the door swung open, causing everyone to look in its direction.

You stumbled in, changed out of your casual clothing into a little black dress with your hair pinned up in curlers. Your eyes widened, forehead creasing with worry as you quickly shut the door and darted your eyes towards your dad, sputtering out an apology.

“I’m sorry, I’m late! I thought the meeting started at—”

He shook his head, lifting a hand and cutting you off. “You’re right on time, sweetheart. I just got them briefed on next month’s schedule.”

He picked up one of the printed papers, waving you over to sit in the empty seat next to him.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, smiling and waving to all the superstars as you made your way to the front of the room.

“Is there anything you guys talked about?” You speculated, brushing your hands against the fabric of your dress before you sat.

Everyone remained dead silent, shaking their heads realizing Paul had strategically given you a different time just so he could give all of them the word of warning without you present.

For a moment you caught eyes with Seth who stood near the back of the room, arms crossed over his chest and he quickly moved his eyes elsewhere, shaking his head like everyone else.

Your dad clicked his tongue, getting your attention. “No, just that and briefly about the storylines you had been working on.” He replied smoothly, covering the previous discussion without you knowing.

“Maybe you should formally introduce yourself, since they don’t know very much about you.”

He sat back in his chair, nodding for you to go ahead. For some reason, it was more nerve-racking to talk to all of them at once instead of the usual one-on-one conversations you had been having with them as the week went on.

“Oh, okay,” you muttered, nodding your head as you stood up, taking a deep breath.

“My apologies in advance for how I look right now. As you could tell, I am horrible with time management.” You bit your lip, miming at your head of curlers.

The room snickered, somewhat relaxing you seeing that they weren’t as intimidating and scary as they came off. They all understood how hectic the job could get, and some of them were still needed to change into gear, which made you feel like it was no big deal after all.

“As you know I’m Paul and Stephanie’s eldest daughter and I am currently serving as a freshman creative writer and backstage producer on the main roster. But before this, I had been writing storylines for NXT, the developmental brand, for about a year and a half. And before that, I was working in freelance writing after I graduated college.” You said, gaining a little more confidence the more you spoke.

“On screen I play according to my dad, a semi-heel and semi-face heiress to the legacy in which my mother’s side of the family forged and now has merged with father. And now that you’re all here, I just wanted to say thank you for welcoming me with open arms and giving me the opportunity to be a part of your world.” You pressed your hands together, bowing slightly towards them.

You caught a few impressed nods and smiles from the superstars, clearly unaware of your extensive experience and appreciating that you gave them their flowers despite you still being so new to the main roster.

“It’s been a huge deal for me that my father trusts me with creating stories, and I know it’s important that you, the performers who make it your own, feel connected to them, therefore I am always open to talking and hearing what we could do to make it better. So please do not feel intimidated by me at all—I’m seriously the least intimidating person around here, and I can’t wait to work with you all.”

The room filled with a round of applause that made you smile in relief as you sat back down after what felt like eternity with all eyes on you. And of course, like your eyes were trained to look in his direction, you couldn’t miss Seth wearing a tight lip grin and giving you a subtle thumbs up as if he knew you would be looking his way.

Your dad reached over, giving you a small pat on the back, displaying a proud smile.

“Well, that wraps it up. Let’s have a good show tonight, alright?”

Everyone slowly began to file out of your dad’s office, a few superstars sticking around to catch up with him, while some came up to you, indicating their excitement at having you on board. Seth waited until you wrapped up with some of them before approaching you to do the same.

“Good job,” Seth spoke genuinely, giving your arm a gentle tap, “Didn’t know you had so much experience.”

You laughed softly, feeling at ease with him around compared to everyone else.

“I didn’t want to bore you with my resume.” You shrugged.

Your father turned his attention to you both, a surprised look spreading across his face as he gestured between you both.

“You guys met already?”

You looked up at Seth, nodding with a silly grin before turning to your dad. “I actually ran into him on Monday before the show. I was totally klutz and bumped into him.” You confessed embarrassingly.

“Sounds just about right.” Your dad joked, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“She did deceive me a little bit,” Seth started, tipping his head towards you, “Left out that she’s the boss’s daughter.”

Your dad let out a snort, shaking his head knowing that you partly did so because you didn’t want to gloat, but mostly because you wanted to keep your debut a surprise for as long as possible.

“How are you feeling today?” Paul asked curiously, lacing his fingers together as he sat back into his chair.

You played with your fingers idly, smiling a little, “I think I’m getting the hang of it, but I still get nervous getting on live tv.” You admitted.

“Well, tonight’s good practice. You’ve got three short segments with some superstars, so they’ll help you through it.”

Alexa Bliss, Kevin Owens, and Roman Reigns.

You had gone over the script an abundant amount of times having your lines memorized off the top of your head.

Alexa, you had met down in NXT before she was drafted onto the main roster, the two of you becoming good acquaintances outside of the ring. When she found out you two would be having a segment together, she immediately shot you a text, gushing about how excited she was.

Kevin was introduced to you by your dad on Monday night. Him voicing his delight that you decided to come work for the company and all nice things said about the storylines you had forged in NXT prior. He still had a few friends down in developmental who bragged about the storylines you and Shawn were working on together and now that he finally had a face to your name, he was excited about what else you’d do on the main roster.

Roman was someone you watched consistently on TV. He was a part of the same faction Seth and Dean were in—The Shield. You hadn’t met him on Monday since he was on paternity leave, but tonight, having him back in action was the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself.

“Speaking of that,” you diverted your eyes back up to Seth who lingered at your side, “Do you know where Roman might be? I didn’t get the chance to talk to him one on one yet.”

Seth nodded, pointing his thumbs towards the door.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in catering. I’m heading there now if you want to come with.” He offered politely.

And you nodded thankfully, getting up to reach over and give your dad a small hug, “I’ll stop by before the show.”

“Don’t forget to get those out of your hair,” he reminded, chuckling along with Seth as you shook your head. “See you later, Seth,” He added, giving the wrestler a firm handshake before you were on your way.

The hallways were busy with crew members rolling in carts and transporting equipment before doors opened—a rush you were just starting to get used to it. You and Seth were practically shoulder to shoulder trying not to get in anyone’s way. Each time your hand brushed against his arm, you muttered a quiet apology, to which he hushed you, saying it was nothing to worry about.

As the haste in the hallway slowly dwindled, you glanced at him. “Thanks for saying those kinds of things. I really appreciate it.”

So far, Seth was the one superstar you had multiple interactions with and he had been pleasant each and every single time. You figured it was because he held a lot of respect for your dad, but another part of you knew it was just him being a good person.

He met your eyes, nodding his head and rubbing his hands together, “I know how daunting it is, especially when you’re so new to the scene, but just know that everyone already thinks you’re killing it…me especially.” He bragged, gesturing to himself with a smirk.

Your cheeks rose with a smile. “Thank you,” you whispered, and it never seemed to leave your face after that.

Reaching catering, he held the door open for you, letting you through first. Renee and Charlotte had caught a glimpse and immediately waved at you, their eyes briefly widening when they saw Seth strolling in behind you. He said something to you, pointing towards Roman’s back at the same table where the rest of his friends sat.

“Yo, big dog!” He shouted, garnering Roman’s attention as the man looked over his shoulder.

Seth motioned to you then headed off to grab food while you walked up to the man. You immediately greeted him with a glowing smile and a small wave. He grinned, setting his fork down and sticking his hand out to shake yours.

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself. I heard you and your wife just welcomed two new little ones—congratulations!” You bubbled, making him smile at the thoughtfulness.

Rising up out of his chair, he opening his arms and gave you a warm appreciative hug.

“Thanks, and it’s nice to meet you too.” He replied, before drawing away, “I saw what you did on Monday and man…the fans already love you.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I think they’re still a little skeptical if I’m going to be more like my mom’s character or my dad’s.” You threw your hands up, making him chuckle.

Nearly forgetting, your eyes widened, and you snapped your fingers.

“And hey, if you want to change anything about our segment, just let me know. I’m always in my office and if I’m not there, I’m probably hiding from my dad’s personal assistant.”

He and the rest of the table cracked a laugh, aware that your father kept a close eye on you, especially after what they gathered from the meeting.

“I appreciate that. It’s always nice to know I can talk to you,” He replied earnestly, his statement showing his gratitude before taking his seat again to continue eating.

“Wanna sit?” Seth offered, returning with a plate of food and he pulled out the empty chair beside him for you to take. You nodded, thanking him with a smile as you took a seat.

“So you said that before NXT you were working as a freelance writer,” Renee spoke, leaning towards you across the table and you nodded. “Anything we know you from?”

You thought for a moment, shaking your head.

“To be honest, I don’t think so. I did a lot of screenwriting after college. Short films and mini projects that didn’t really take off, but then after that I got really into creative writing and launched a tiny little column in the local paper about fictional entertainment.”

“Wow, you really are a workhorse.” Dean complimented.

“You have to show us one of your short films someday,” Seth chimed in, chuckling when he saw embarrassment flush over your cheeks.

You shook your head vigorously, covering your face, making everyone laugh and shake their heads.

“It was mediocre at the very least. A lot of angst and tropey plot lines.”

Maybe it was you attempting to be humble or truly just wanting to save yourself the mess, but they all knew deep down that you had a vividly gifted mind. It already proved itself to be true with the experience you had, but more so in the fact that you took the time to make sure everyone in the locker-room knew you were approachable because the storylines meant just as much to you as it did to them.

Charlotte reached across the table, grazing your hand, “We’re all going out to dinner tonight. You should join us!”

She extended the invitation with a friendly smile, hoping you would take her up on it, seeing as though they all wanted to get to know you more.

“You sure?” You asked hesitantly, not wanting to impose.

“Yeah, come on,” Seth nudged you gently, flashing you a toothy grin, “The restaurant we’re going to is known for the best steak in the city and I heard they’ve got a killer dessert menu.” His voice had a teasing lilt, as if trying to entice you.

You pressed your lips together, shoulders caving in shyly until you finally nodded.

“Sure, why not” You gave in, the table hooting with a frenzy, making you smile wider.

“I just have to ask my driver to drop me off. Do you mind giving me the address?” You asked, looking towards Charlotte.

“You could ride with me and Seth after the show,” Roman suggested, jutting his chin over at his buddy who nodded in agreement.

“And we’re staying at the same hotel, so it’ll be no problem getting back.” Seth added, his eyes meeting yours in a reassuring gaze.

You nodded, smiling happily, “That’s perfect, thank you so much! Should I meet you guys in the parking garage after the show?”

They nodded. “We’ll be there.”

“Great! I’m going to get these out of hair, but I’ll see you guys tonight!” You beamed, rising up and giving all of them a wave.

As you wandered away, you suddenly turned back on your heel, shooting Roman a playful point.

“And I’ll see you later for the segment!” You added eagerly, and he chuckled nodding as you went on your way.

By the time the main event match was wrapping up, gorilla was nearly empty. Just a few producers and your dad who hung back sticking around to congratulate Kevin and Roman.

You had been sitting in gorilla after your three segments had wrapped, needing a change in scenery while you worked through your final script and took some producer notes as your dad worked.

Soon enough Roman’s music hit, signaling the end of the show. The hard camera continued rolling for a few more seconds until your dad spoke through the headsets to cut, and soon the two superstars began making their way up the ramp.

You immediately stood up, walking over to the curtain to greet them, watching as they shook each other’s hand.

“Amazing match, you two,” you applauded.

The two men laughed when you stuck your arm out offering them a first bump, not wanting to give them a proper hug due to the sweat and they met your knuckles in a friendly manner.

Roman pointed at you, still catching his breath as a stage hand passed him a bottle of water.

“Parking garage, don’t forget.” He spoke and then chugged the liquid.

You nodded, thanking him for reminding you, “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I wrap up here.”

He went over to your father and the rest of the producers, shaking their hands before heading to the locker room to catch a shower and gather his things for the road. You said goodnight to all that were leaving, thanking them for their kind words regarding your segment and all the work you had been doing so far.

Your dad took off his headsets, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“Where you headed off to?” He wondered, watching you collect your laptop and notebook from the monitor desks.

“Charlotte invited me out to dinner with a few people and I’m gonna catch a ride with Roman and Seth there.” You announced cheerfully, holding your things against your chest.

He smiled lovingly, happy to see that they were making an effort to make you feel extra welcomed.

“That’s nice of them. Just make sure you get back to the hotel alright. We have an early flight in the morning.”

“Of course, dad.” You nodded, going to give him a hug, “And if you see Eddie, tell him I said thank you for sending my stuff over to my suite.” You spoke against him.

He nodded, pressing a kiss to cheek forehead. “Shoot me a text when you turn in. I love you.”

“Love you too, dad.”

You quickly made a pit stop at your office to tidy up the space and grab the rest of your belongings, checking that you had everything before the arena locked up for the night. Anticipating the brisk cold of the night, you pulled on your black oversized blazer, giving the room one last look over before shutting the door and walking towards the back entrance where the parking garage was located.

You looked around, stepping further until you spotted Roman and Seth loading up the trunk of their rental with their bags while Charlotte, Renee, and Dean lingered against the rental beside them, making small talk while waiting for you.

Your heels clacked against the concrete, catching their attention.

“Thanks again for the ride,” you chirped, pausing near the boys who finished up sliding in their luggage and bags.

Seth frowned, looking down and around you.

“Where’s your stuff?” He wondered, pointing to the small space he reserved for your things.

You waved your hand off in the air, “Eddie sent it over to my suite earlier in the night. Didn’t want you guys doing extra arm work.”

Roman tsked, patted his biceps and flexing them dramatically, “Don’t worry, baby girl, these puppies can lift anything.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully until Dean whistled, tossing his keys between his palms.

“Let’s get this show on the road. I want my steak pronto.” He said, rubbing his tummy.

You all began getting into your respective cars. Seth taking the liberty of motioning you to follow him, holding open the backdoor for you, “After you.”

“Thanks,” you murmured softly, sliding in and buckling your seatbelt.

He shut your door gently, walking around to the driver’s seat, getting the car started while Roman got comfortable in the passenger. The radio was on low, and Seth deliberately toggled with the climate control, turning on the heating for the backseat, knowing you were a bit chilly now that you sported a jacket over your dress.

He signalled for Dean to go first, waiting as the other car reversed out of the stall, and Seth followed behind en route to the restaurant that was just a few more minutes into the city.

Roman cleared his throat, briefly looking back at you. “How did you feel about your segments?”

You shifted in your seat, sitting up a tad. “It actually went better than I thought! It’s just the thought of the camera being there and the anticipation of going live that gets me all nervous.”

They both understood what you meant, and to be fair they had a bit of an advantage when they were first starting out. Seth, Roman, and Dean having each other to lean on during segments, matches, and promos which made the whole thing feel less intimidating and prepared them for when they became singles competitors.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, the crowd is already receptive to you and you have good chemistry with everyone you’ve worked with so far.” Seth said kindly, eyes looking at you in the rearview, catching a smile that spread across your face even in the dingy lighting of the car.

The rest of the drive was full of chitchat—Roman gushing over his kids, pride sweltering as he spoke about them and how much he missed them while on the road. Seth expressed the same feelings, except regarding his adorable yorkie named Kevin who he had since his NXT days.

You had a little bit of both—three little sisters whom you were extremely close with, and like a second mother figure to them, and childhood dogs who snuggled you each time you came to visit home.

When you all arrived, Seth the ever gentleman he was, opened your door, helping you out before you all walked in. The restaurant was rustic yet sleek, nothing too fancy or out of the ordinary, which was charming for a nice spot in the city. The heavy wooden doors gave way to the space adorned with marble countertops and wooden panelling that complimented the setting.

“You guys can follow me…” the hostess instructed, guiding your group towards the back of the restaurant in a secluded corner perfect for all seven of you.

Everyone picked their seats—Dean and Renee sitting on one side along with Charlotte. Roman sat at the head of the table and you and Seth sat directly across from the trio, with you on the tail end.

He pulled out the chair for you, nodding his head as you smiled and bowed slightly at the gesture. “Why thank you,” you giggled, taking a seat as he pushed the chair in slightly and took the empty adjacent to Roman.

The hostess got you all started with some menus, letting you all browse over it before she would come back and get your orders. You flipped through the laminated pages, picking two items just in case they were out of the other.

You peered over at Seth who was doing the same until you nudged your elbow gently into his, gaining his attention as he perked up and nodded towards you.

“What are you getting?”

“A medium rare tomahawk, potatoes, and a water,” He said without skipping a beat or taking another look at the menu, “I already knew what I was gonna get.”

The act alone made you giggle, shaking your head at him as he too broke out into a laugh, watching you fold up your menu as you settled down.

“So you were just trying to fit in the whole time?” You bantered, narrowing your eyes at him.

He rubbed his hands over his chest, nodding, “I didn’t want to be the only one not looking at the menu.” He whispered, eyes shifting to everyone else who was still deciding what they were going to get.

You sat back, folding your arms across your chest, shifting an inch closer to him, “I probably won’t get anything too fancy, but I am definitely getting some red wine…you’re not having a beer?”

He shook his head, mimicking your action, his shoulder pressed against your arm. “I am transporting precious cargo and I would hate for you to suffer even a scratch.”

You felt warm all over, trying to suppress another smile that always seemed to be incessantly glued to your face whenever Seth said something nice to you. And you failed to conceal it again, letting your cheeks rise.

“I appreciate your chivalry.” You spoke quietly enough for just him to hear.

“You’re getting dessert after too, right?” He insisted, pointing at the image of a chocolate lava cake that he was most certainly talking up earlier in the night.

You pursed your lips, not knowing if you could stomach it by yourself. “Wanna split it?”

He smirked, nodding, “Yeah sure, but just letting you know, I am going to ask for a scoop of vanilla ice cream over top.”

“Sounds divine.” You wiggled your brows, making him chuckle.

Dinner was full of laughter, with food and drinks served on the side. It had been a while since you had been around people who made you laugh so much without even trying too hard. All of them were so lively, cracking jokes left and right and somehow still being able to carry a casual conversation without missing a beat.

You felt safe around all of them, a kind of camaraderie that didn’t make you feel as if you were just solely the boss’s daughter, but rather a friend in the making through your new venture in life. Good things took time, and you knew the friendships you were going to make with all of them was totally worth it.

“No, they did not!” Renee and Charlotte stared at you wide eyed, the rest of the table bursting out into laughs while you nodded your head instantaneously and rested your palms on the tabletop, leaning towards them.

“I swear to god, I’m not making this up!” You drew an x over your heart, holding your palms in the air.

“Maybe I pissed the guy off for turning him down, but there I was getting ready to drive to class and that piece of shit spray painted “suck it!” all over my car!” You exclaimed, disturbed, but not for long, as you threw your head back and laughed uncontrollably.

The girls followed suit, hunching over the table, reaching for your arms and clinging to you while you all laughed like little kids. You had no clue how you got to talking about your terrible college experience with boys, but somehow you got there, and everyone was dumbfounded that one guy you turned down would go all Degeneration X on you.

“Your parents must have been pissed, right?” Dean sought, settling down with a stiffled laugh.

Your eyes widened as you nodded, sipping on your wine before you replied.

“Oh, they were livid once they first found out! But eventually when it passed, and I got it painted over, we just couldn’t stop laughing because it was just so absurd.”

Roman shook his head, staring at you in amazement.

“I can’t believe we didn’t know about you this entire time. Your parents really kept you out of the limelight, huh?”

You nodded, “That, and the fact that having a baby out of wedlock really wasn’t something my parents wanted out at the time—mostly because of my grandpa Vince.”

They all winced, grinning guiltily knowing of course Vince of all people was the one who wanted to keep his daughter’s premarital pregnancy under wraps. Thankfully, now it wasn’t such a big deal and you and your parents found it slightly comical.

“What’s funny is that I swore I saw you running up and down the arenas back when I was like 10 and you were like 3?” Charlotte recalled, looking over at you puzzled.

You nodded, gesturing up at your hair. “If my hair was in pigtails and I sported a gigantic DX shirt as a dress, then yes. That was totally me causing trouble in the corridors.”

Seth peered at you, watching you closely. “How come you didn’t want to get into the business sooner?”

You sighed heavily, shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know. I guess I just thought it was too much. Too much business. Too much drama. Too many feelings getting hurt, especially when family is involved.” You pointed out to which everyone understood.

“How’d your dad convince you?” He added, knowing it must have not been so easy.

You set your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your first as you stared at him ardently.

“I had a feeling my dad was going to take over the company, and at that time I wasn’t doing a lot, so when he came to me and pitched the idea, I was a teeny bit hesitant, but he promised me I could have all the creative freedom I wanted. So long as I didn’t erase history or disregarded any talent’s input.”

Seth nodded along, listening to you express your relationship with the company and most importantly your dad. It was clear that you had no intentions of getting involved because to be fair you loved what you did on your own, but you took a risk and fell in love with writing storylines that were refreshing for the product and the new era of television they were in.

Many of the superstars, including Seth were thrilled when it was announced that Paul was taking over, but adding you into the mix made everything feel a little different in the best way possible. Usually writers and producers pushed back against their ideas and suggestions, but you exhibited a profound way of keeping and getting them involved in the product behind the scenes in a way that many never got to chance to have.

He knew, just as well as everyone else that you were going to leave your mark. The way you talked about your craft and the sincerity that leaked with every word had him enthralled—that was until Dean broke up the stare he had on you.

“We better cross our fingers we get a script written by you.” Dean raised his glass, breaking the silence.

You blinked slowly, the warmth still lingering in the air between you and Seth as you shifted your eyes to the rest of your friends lifting their glasses to you.

“To the Levesque Era,” Seth declared, following suit and nodding for you to pick up your wine glass.

“And new beginnings,” you continued, your voice soft but sanguine, the rim of your glass clinking with his lightly as you repeated the sentiment with everyone else.

As promised, you and Seth shared a chocolate molten lava cake topped with vanilla bean ice cream. The two of you sliding the plate between each other, sitting back comfortably as you listened to everyone catch you up on what they were up to in their lives outside the company.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the hostess. You smiled at her, straightening up as she approached. Subtly, you handed her your card, and she nodded, promising to be back with the receipt.

As she walked away and you discreetly tucked your wallet back into your purse, Seth leaned in over your shoulder, wondering what you were up to.

“What did you just do?” He asked, his mouth still full, staring at you with a mix of suspicion and amusement.

You looked back at him, slowly relaxing back as you bit your lip and tried to pretend you didn’t hear him the first time.

“What do you mean?” you raised your brow at him.

He swallowed, shaking his head. “Did you just pay? I told you it was on us,” He protested, eyes widening in playful disbelief.

“Oh hey c’mon, that’s cheating.” Roman chimed in, pointing at you.

You held your hands up in defense, a smirk playing on your lips. “No, seriously, it’s on me. You guys invited me out, and it’s the least I could do.”

“Next time we’re baring you from even sticking your hand in your purse,” Renee threatened, sticking her hand out for you to shake on it.

Giggling, you nodded as you clasped her hand. “You have my word.”

You let go, all of you beginning to wrap up and get ready to head out for the night.

Seth, still shaking his head, leaned closer, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“Just trying to make a good impression.” You argued with a playful shrug.

“Well, you’re definitely succeeding,” he retorted, voice true despite the teasing tone that came along with it.

The night winded down perfectly, zero traffic heading back to the hotel and sleepiness just on the precipice of settling behind your eyes. You, Seth, and Roman said goodnight to three after you and the girls exchanged phone numbers while the men got their bags and suitcases unloaded from the trunks.

“What floor?” Roman ordered, looking over towards you and Seth entering the elevator.

“Six,” you and Seth said in unison, turning to each other with matching looks of surprise and a shared laugh. Roman chuckled as he pressed the buttons for both floors.

The elevator hummed quietly as it ascended, a comfortable silence settling over the three of you after the night of laughter and conversations you had. When it dinged on Roman’s floor, he reached around, pulling you into a small hug.

“Thanks again for dinner.”

“Of course! You have a good night.” You replied warmly, returning the hug and stepping back. Roman and Seth exchanged a firm handshake, a silent nod of understanding between them before Roman exited the elevator.

As the doors closed, and continued its ascension to the sixth floor, Seth turned to you with a gentle smile. “Want me to walk you to your room?”

You nodded without a second thought, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

“I’d like that.”

The hallway was quiet and shadowy, the carpeted floors muffling your footsteps and rolling of his suitcase as you walked sided by side. Your room was at the end of the corridor, just a few doors away from him. Stopping in front of your door, you searched your bag for the keycard.

“Thanks again for tonight.” He kept his eyes on you, catching the way you looked up past your lashes, and shook your head with a small smile.

“It’s the least I could do, and thank you for making me feel welcomed. It really means a lot to me.” You said, finally fishing the key out of your bag.

“Any chance I can treat you for coffee in the morning?” He proposed politely, wanting to return the gesture.

But you pouted wistfully, shaking your head and feeling genuinely bummed.

“I’ve actually got an early flight. It’s my little sister’s birthday and me and my dad are surprising her.” You apologized, wishing your fight was later in the day.

Seth nodded understandingly, not letting his disappointment show past his smile. “That’s alright. Tell her I said happy birthday.”

You grinned, nodding, “Of course! And I’ll definitely take you up on that coffee date when I get back.” You promised, eyes twinkling with anticipating for it.

“Looking forward to it,” he breathed, his gaze lingering on you as you slid the key into your door, turning the handle.

You gave him one last smile, feeling just a tad reluctant to end the night despite your tiredness.

“Night, Seth.”

“Night sweetheart.” He said quietly, watching as you stepped inside and offered him one last wave before shutting the door.

And so he walked back a few doors down, looking down your way one last time, already hoping for the next time he’d see you again.

💌 reblogs, tags, comments, + likes are greatly appreciated! leave a comment and let me know if want to be added to my taglist!! 💌

a/n: i hope you guys like chapter two of icsy!!! i was aiming to do something domestic and fun, and i thought why not dinner with the whole crew and a side of seth and reader flirting like idiots the whole time??? let me know what you guys think and i cannot wait for you to read the next chapter (hehehe it's already one of my faves <3).

90 notes · View notes

jxtina-86 · 2 years ago

Text

Temporary Escape - Part 5

No messing around, let's get back to it shall we? You can find all previous parts here.

Warning: Language & smut. It's a flippin' lemon-fest.

Rating: MA

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

---

“More?” I squeak and Roman chuckles behind me.

“You got three men ready and willing to do whatever you want. If you want more, we’ll give you more.”

“Your terms,” Seth reminds me. “You tell us what you want.”

I chew my lip for a second and Seth catches my eye. He leans closer, soft kisses up to my ear where he whispers: “Tell me.”

I whisper back, my cheeks flushing as he pulls back and stares down at me. “You sure?”

I hesitate for a second, but the thought, the idea, the vision in my head is overwhelming. I’ve had a taste of what they can offer me and that feeling of all three getting me off simultaneously was an incredible high and I need more. I need the next level. “Yes.”

“All of three of us?” Seth clarifies for the benefit of the other two. “At once?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean’s face frown for a second and then his eyes widen slightly. “Seriously? Maddy, fuck…”

I know what Seth is packing. And I can certainly feel what Roman and Dean are too and yet I’m still on board, the vision forming in hi-def in my mind. My thighs tense, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What are you thinking?” I hear Roman breathe against my ear, his hands running over my back, down to my hips and ass. My eyes flutter closed and take a deep breath.

“Seth’s behind me… I’m on top of you and Dean is…” I open my eyes and meet Dean’s gaze. I don’t even have to say the words.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve got no idea how fucking hard that gets me.”

“Same,” murmurs Roman, pressing himself firmly into my ass cheeks. “Baby girl, you’re gonna get it good.”

Seth cups my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. “Maddy…”

I bite my lip as I stifle a grin. "Not like we haven't done that before." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean raise an eyebrow. "Just... go slow."

I watch Seth give the other two a look before he nods at me. “Slow.” He dips his head down and kisses me, fingers gently digging into my jaw as he holds my face.

“Real slow,” Roman murmurs, his hands still palming my ass.

“Slow and relaxed,” Dean agrees and I feel his hand sliding into mine, long fingers entwining with mine as he pulls my palm to his crotch once again.

I let my hand explore, feeling through his shorts the outline of his dick and my mouth waters. Behind me, Roman is grinding against my ass, his length obvious and I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach once again as I think of him inside me. And then Seth finds my free hand; he only has to hint and I’m sliding it between skin and material into his underwear. He groans into my mouth as I fist his dick, my thumb pausing to slide over the tip for a second and I feel him shiver against me.

Dean is slowly edging my hand up to the waistband of his shorts. I feel my fingers twitch, nervous, suddenly unsure of myself.

“I don’t bite.”

I open my eyes, my mouth twisting away from Seth to see Dean smirking. Leaving my hand on the waistband of his shorts, he finally unzips and removes his hoodie and then holding my gaze, he pushes his shorts down too. Seth is breathing heavily against my cheek as I continue to pump his length and I take the opportunity to lower my gaze and see what I’ve signed up for. I bite my lip as I let my hand slide down to the base and then I look back up, watching Dean’s face as I trail a finger slowly up the length to the tip, smiling as it twitches at my touch. Dean mock-scowls at me and then grins, taking my hand and placing it firmly around his dick, moving it at his preferred pace.

The air is briefly cool behind me and there’s a rustle of material and then I can feel Roman’s bare dick prodding at my ass cheek. I drop my hand from Dean, eager to explore Roman’s length.

“Not yet,” Roman whispers and there’s something in the bass in his voice that I can’t disobey. My hand returns to this previous place, making Dean groan as I grip the base of his dick and run my thumb over his balls. “Good girl.”

Fuck, did he just say that?

Seth’s head pops up and he turns my head to him. “Such a good girl,” he agrees and I feel myself melting.

“So fuckin’ good,” Dean agrees, licking his lips as he cocks his head to one side and eyes me hungrily. I watch Seth’s eyes flicker towards Dean and then behind me at Roman, giving each a small nod.

“Let them take care of you,” Seth tells me. “I’ll be back.”

He slips from me, heading towards the bathroom but within a split second of his departure, I’m maneuvered between Roman and Dean, the former towering in front of me, the latter behind me. Roman bends down to kiss me, his hands cupping my face for a second before running over my shoulders and down my arms.

Lacing my fingers of one hand between his, he pulls his hand between our bodies and I finally get to run my hand over his length. He pulls away for a second as my hand tightens and I flick my thumb over the head, his forehead pressing against mine as he steadies his breath.

“Who gets to taste you first?” Dean’s voice makes me jump and he stifles a laugh, hands on my hips at first before they slowly edge further south towards my inner thighs.

“I… I need both of you,” I confess breathlessly.

Roman smirks. “Oh baby girl, trust me we both will.”

“Need you relaxed remember?” Dean’s mouth tugs at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Need you to cum again…”

“And again…”

“We wanna hear you make those breathy moans that Seth was talking about,” Dean adds, his hands dragging up over my body to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them resulting in my breath hitching. “Beautiful…”

“Me or Dean?” Roman cups my face, his eyebrows raised in question.

“You,” I exhale watching as he licks his lips and starts to kiss his way down my body. He looks up at me when he reaches my stomach, smirking as he nudges my legs further apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. He manoeuvres me effortlessly, one leg hitched over his back as he breathes against my inner thigh.

Another pair of hands slide over me and I realise Seth is back. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the bottle lube in his hand. Dean cups my face, bringing my attention back to him, his thumb stroking my cheek. His eyes briefly flicker to Seth before they return to me.

“Breathe,” he whispers as I feel Seth’s fingers, start to lightly trace over my ass. Between my legs, I can feel Roman’s mouth edging closer and closer, soft kisses, gentle and barely there. The anticipation is almost unbearable and I can’t help but drop my hand to Roman’s head, my fingers burying in the thickness of his hair as I urge him to reach his destination sooner rather than later. He slows even more and I groan in frustration.

“Sssh,” Seth says as his fingers follow the curve of my ass and start their dance across the backs of my thighs. “We’ll get you there, promise.”

“Please…” I whine, my head rolling back, my hips jutting forward as I verbally and physically plead with them all.

“Can’t rush it,” Dean tells me, his voice low, commanding. “None of us want to hurt you. We wanna treat like you like a fuckin’ Queen.”

I’m just about to bite back when I feel the tip of Seth’s finger, gentle but persistent pressing against my tight entrance. At the same time, Roman’s mouth finally connects with my clit and my body arches at the joint exploration as Dean’s hand cups the back of my neck and captures my mouth.

Seth’s finger starts to enter me and once again, almost simultaneously I feel Roman’s now familiar finger slide into my pussy. I pull away from Dean’s mouth in a gasp, his mouth trailing over my jawline. His hand slides from my neck to cradle my jaw as he licks his lips.

“Feel good?” he asks, his eyes searching my face for a response. I nod, just as Seth’s finger slips further inside me; between him and Roman, it’s a taster of what to expect but at the same time I know it's nothing compared to what I've ultimately requested.

“More?” Seth asks, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

“Yes…”

“Relax,” Dean holds my gaze, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip as I let out a soft whimper. “God, you look fucking stunning,” he murmurs and I feel myself blush. His lips twitch. “All of this and that's what's makes you blush, huh?”

I can't think of a retort, my breath hitching as I feel Roman’s tongue swirl across my clit at the same time that Seth twists his finger slowly in my ass. Dean grins, his thumb still on my lip. “Still feel good?”

I nod and I feel Seth move behind me. Roman’s hand squeezes my thigh, easing back slightly, his hot breath on my clit making me moan at the momentary change of sensation and then his tongue is flat against me, two of his fingers sliding into me. My eyes close and I feel my chest tighten as I feel a renewed pressure as Seth starts to ease a second finger inside me as well. Sensing my tension, Dean’s mouth finds mine for a brief second before he tilts my head back and Seth claims my mouth instead. He’s warm and familiar, his kiss breathtakingly tender as if this is a romantic interaction between the two of us, rather than foreplay to the most perverse sexual experience of my life.

“Dean’s right,” he whispers against my lips, as I let out ragged breaths. “You look so fuckin’ amazing. I didn’t realise how hot it would be to make you cum like that in front of other people but damn…” His voice trails off as he kisses me again, hard at first until I moan and then he softens, drawing a soft mewl from me in return.

“These sounds you make are killin’ me,” I hear Dean murmur against my throat and I can feel fingers dancing lightly over my collarbone, light touches to the side of my neck, a hand cupping my breast, a thumb flicking over the nipple. My back arches towards him, wanting more and as I do, my hips thrust forward into Roman’s face and his response is a growl that vibrates across my clit and sends me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Seth encourages, his fingers sliding in and out of my ass with more ease.

I'm reminded of the first time we did this, just him and me. The trust I placed in him was great yet fragile and he knew it. He was careful, slow and gentle, just as he had promised and that alone was enough to make me cum hard. It had solidified him as one of the best I’d ever had in bed, purely on his attitude alone and now here he was, doing the same in front of two other men who appear to be as equally dedicated to my needs and wants and nothing else.

My thigh starts to tense in Roman’s large hand and I feel him grip me tighter, his tongue and fingers working in unison. Dean’s tongue flicks over my nipple and I clutch at the back of his head, holding him firm.

“Take it,” Seth tells me. “Go on… Good girl…”

The words seem to echo against the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My back arches, my fist in Roman’s hair tight as I hold him to me and this time, the fingers inside me continue their pace and it’s all I need for my second orgasm to pull me under. My breath catches in my throat for a second and then releases in a whimper, building to a moan that Seth swallows as he claims my mouth.

Hands slide up and down my body, caressing every inch as I desperately try to steady myself, the lightheaded sensation caused by my eternal state of arousal completely overwhelming. Seth releases my mouth and I open my eyes to see Roman towering above me. He grins at my apparent puzzlement, his eyes flicking south for a second.

“I…” I stammer. “It’s… Too… Much,” I end in a hiss as Dean’s hands spread over my thighs in a comparatively innocent touch, yet the heat generated from his touch and my skin is enough to make my whole body jerk in response.

“Sensitive huh?” I hear and feel him murmur against my leg as he places a trail of soft kisses up to my hip.

Seth’s fingers are still moving inside me, have never stopped and I’m on the edge already. One kiss, one flick of a tongue, one finger is going to send me over in a split second and I want more than that.

“Oh baby girl,” Roman trails a finger down my jawline. “Got you good huh?”

I can’t even speak as I feel Dean’s hands spreading up over my hips, my waist. His mouth presses hot, wet kisses to my stomach. Roman’s large hands cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging at my nipples, bringing them even further to attention. I hiss and grapple with the overstimulation of my entire body. And yet I still can’t get enough.

My hand slides into Dean’s hair, anchoring him to me with all my strength. “Soft,” I whisper hoarsely.

“My pleasure.” I feel his mouth twisting into a grin as slowly, painfully slowly, he slides back down my body. My hand follows his head, but I'm immediately stopped. Roman’s fingers slide through mine as he re-directs my hand to his own body. My other hand is caught too, Seth tugging it to him.

Dean’s hands slide over my ass, gripping me firmly and opening me up to Seth’s ministrations which feel deeper with every stroke and I’m here for it. My initial hesitation is long forgotten and I’m starting to grind back, encouraging more and more. The flickers of embarrassment at my nakedness, my fantasy, my wants and needs are long gone and I’m here for it, unashamed in my desire for all three of them.

Roman’s hand is firm over mine to begin with, but his grip loosens as mine remains steady, my fist sliding over his dick as he breathes heavily against my cheek. Behind me, I cup Seth’s balls briefly and smirk to myself as I hear him curse under his breath. I relent and grip his length instead. His own hand slides up to curl into my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him, tugging my bottom lip gently as he releases me and Roman grips my chin and kisses me instead.

I can feel Dean’s warm breath on my clit and then his mouth, soft, tender. His slow, languid movements make me sigh softly into Seth’s mouth as he and Roman pass me back and forth between them. I can feel my body starting to crumble again, my hands faltering in their actions. Large hands cover mine, continuing the firm strokes as my mouth slips from another in a gasp. Dean’s mouth and tongue move to my thigh and I groan as I feel his fingers inside me instead and his thumb on my clit. His actions are soft still, a gentle build that surprises me at first but then I recognise it as a honed skill, full of patience, determination and immense knowledge of women. My head starts to spin and I swear I can feel Dean grinning against my thigh, feel his eyes on me as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

Seth’s fingers twist inside me and I’m gone. A guttural howl leaves me and my hands slip to grip elsewhere: hips, thighs, stomachs, arms. Anywhere to hold on as my legs start to give way and they each have to fight to keep me steady as my body collapses. I feel myself sliding and then there are arms holding me up, a thick, solid body, my arms and legs wrapping around whoever it is, my head on a shoulder, breathing heavily as the tingling in my toes and fingers ebbs away slowly.

Sheets rustle as I’m placed on the bed, my eyes still closed. I don’t dare open them; my head is pounding from the intensity of another orgasm and I feel like I’m still floating even though the firm mattress is clearly beneath me. Fingers graze my sides and I realise it’s Seth above me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Do you still want this?” he asks, still seeking my permission despite the rasp in his voice that only emerges when he’s rock hard and ready to fuck me into the mattress.

Even with my eyes still closed I can feel the gaze of both Dean and Roman as they await my answer.

I nod, but Seth pushes further: ‘Say it. I need to hear you,” he tells me. “We all need to hear it.”

I feel my voice stick in my throat as nerves shoot through me and there’s a faint whisper of self-doubt. Part of me wonders what would happen if I changed my mind. What has already occurred has crossed so many lines and boundaries so what harm does reaching the pinnacle of my fantasy do? But what I’m asking for crosses into even further unknown territory. My part so far has been fairly passive, but the next sees me as a far more active participant and even though Seth is still willing, part of me wonders how he will feel when the deed is done and there is no way back.

But the whisper is drowned out by a louder voice. A voice driven by lust and curiosity, who dreamt this fantasy, who said yes multiple times already, who allowed me to be stripped naked and pleasured not once, not twice, but thrice by separate men, who sneaked looks at parts of their bodies that could not be unseen and who is pushing me to say yes once again and reach what undoubtedly could be an even more spectacular climax from three men at once.

“Yes,” I whisper, before wetting my lips and with more confidence: “Yes.”

Seth’s hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me, gently easing me into an upright position. I feel the mattress dip next to us and another pair of hands start to caress my hips. Roman pulls me from Seth, twisting me with minimal effort, pulling my legs over his. A large hand cups my cheek, fingers stroking my hair back.

“Look at me,” I hear Roman murmur and I feel compelled to finally open my eyes. He looks up at me, a soft smile on his face as he continues to push my hair back behind my ears. My own hands reach out tentatively to settle on his chest, my fingertips lightly tracing his tattoo and I feel a flicker of pride as he visibly shivers at the touch. Still cupping my face with one hand, I feel the other glide over my back, heading south to squeeze my ass, shifting my position slightly until I gasp. His dick is hot and hard and close to my entrance.

Behind me, the bed dips once again and then Seth’s hands on my back and his mouth on my neck. Just in my peripheral, I can see Dean, his hand on his dick, easing up and down and I let out a soft moan at the thought of what’s to come.

Roman’s hand slips from my face, down my chest, squeezing my breast for a brief moment before he grips my hip, his other hand on my ass still as he slowly raises my body. Instinctively I reach down, my hand gripping his length and he groans as I guide him inside of me.

“Fuck…” I exhale as his length starts to fill me. My head rolls back and I feel oddly comforted to rest it on Seth’s shoulder as his hands ghost over my shoulders and trail up and down my upper arms sending shivers down my spine.

I chance a look down and a grin claims my face as I see Roman’s eyes are closed, his face tense with pleasure as our bodies, inch by inch, meet at the hilt. His hands are gripping me hard, fingers digging into my flesh as we steady ourselves and then I test the waters and start to move my hips. A low groan leaves his lips and my grin widens as I feel his hands tighten on my hips.

Seth’s hands cup my breasts, his teeth nipping at my neck as I ride Roman with more conviction. My back arches slightly at Seth’s touch and Roman’s eyes flash open at the change in my stance. A smile plays on his lips and his own hands relinquish their grip on my hips, caressing my hot skin instead and letting me control the pace. I let my own hand reach back to Seth, gripping his head as I twist to kiss him. It’s another hard, yet tender interaction, his hand in my hair, mine in his, holding, pulling, moaning into each other’s mouth.

And then he pulls back and nudges me forward.

Roman cups my face as I come closer to him. “Breathe,” he whispers.

I let go of a shaky breath as Seth’s fingers slide into me and my body almost starts to spasm at the fullness. Roman’s hands drop to my waist, gripping tightly as he stills my movements. Seth’s hand presses on my lower back and for a moment time seems to stand still as the fingers inside me leave and slowly, ever so slowly I feel the tip of his dick ease inside me.

My eyes squeeze shut and I feel like I’m about to break. Roman’s fingers are digging into my flesh as he desperately tries to keep me still, but I half-wonder if the intensity of the sensation is nearing the same level that I’m feeling and whether his grip is an indication of him trying to control himself.

I hear Seth groan and I chance a look over my shoulder. His eyes are staring south, watching his own cock disappear inside me but he soon senses my gaze and he looks up, lust-fuelled eyes meeting mine.

“You okay?” he rasps, pausing for a second as he waits for me to respond. I nod. My body is stretching to accommodate him and Roman and whilst there are brief twinges of discomfort, they are lightened by an overwhelming wave of thrilling pleasure as my fantasy comes true.

Seth’s hands move to hips, sitting just beneath Roman’s firm grasp and then… “Oh fuck,” I hear myself moan as they move in and out of me in alternate strokes. My fingernails dig into Roman’s chest as I find myself completely at their mercy, their strength to manoeuvre my body deliciously powerful. My head drops forward, my eyes closed as I let them take control and I willingly submit to the heat starting to flood through me once again.

Fingers brush my hair behind my ear, stroke my cheek, slip under my chin and gently raise my head. Dean stares down at me as he kneels beside the three of us and I let a whimper escape me as he raises an eyebrow in question at me, his gaze dropping to his crotch for a second and then back to me. I nod and Dean can’t seem to help the wide grin that spreads across his face as his hands reach to scoop my hair back, holding it loosely in his fist. I reach for his thigh, my palm running over the thick muscle before my fingers circle the base of his length. My eyes flicker down and I take in the sight of his dick inches from me and then I grip him, my gaze turning up to his face as I work my hand up and down in slow but firm strokes. His head rolls back, a quiet groan slipping from his lips. He gently tugs on my hair in response and I retaliate by blowing a gentle stream of cool air across the tip of his dick, causing him to curse loudly.

“Tease,” he growls and despite of the intense eroticism of the circumstances, I let out a laugh. A laugh that causes all three of them to groan as my pussy and ass contract around Roman and Seth, whilst teasing Dean even more. And then I take the tip of Dean’s dick into my mouth and there’s another echo of groans, mixed with fucks and holy shits as my request for all three of them is finally complete.

I let his cock slip from my mouth with a soft pop, my hand continuing to fist his length as I look up at him. He meets my gaze with a smirk and I can feel his fist in my hair gently nudge me back towards him and I let him, half-a-thought on how the same willingness to relinquish control drives Seth fucking insane and whether it will for Dean. Holding his gaze, I take him in further this time, my eyes flickering shut for a second as I moan at the feeling of ultimate fullness.

“Shit, Maddy,” Dean groans above me and there’s also a growl from beneath me and an increased pace from behind me. The grip on my hair and my body tightens and I let my hand slip from the base of Dean's cock to his thigh, finally giving over complete control to all three of them as they hold me firm and fuck me. My body feels electric, pleasure seeping through my veins as my wishes and a dream that seemed far from reality barely an hour ago, is currently underway in full technicolour.

The tip of Dean’s dick hits the back of my throat and I squeeze his thigh in response. Even in the dizzy space my brain is currently in, I’m conscious of boundaries and this one is not one I’m willing to cross right now. He eases off immediately, the grip on my hair relaxing slightly and I cast a grateful look upwards. Dean stares down at me with a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth open slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking the opportunity of his relaxed grip on my hair, I let him slip from my mouth for a second, my hand returning to grip his length as I instead run my tongue along the underside, focusing briefly on the flesh just below the tip. A groan rumbles through him and I look up to see his head rolling back.

“Do that again.”

A jilting thrill shivers through me. His tone is more commanding than begging but it’s clear that it’s the latter disguised as the former to save face. Although at this stage, what are any of us saving face for? I oblige, finishing the move by taking the tip into my mouth completely and letting him take control once again.

Groans echo from above, behind and beneath me and with the combination of the grip on my body, it feels like it’s less about the performance between me and Dean and more about the actions elsewhere. My entire body is yet again struggling to focus on. There is a steady wave of pleasure coursing through me as Seth and Roman continue the alternate strokes in and out of me. Strokes that started slow and steady but are now increasing in their pace and decreasing in fragility.

“Ah, fuck…” I hear from beneath me and I pull my mouth away from Dean completely to look down. Roman’s head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. His hands dig into my flesh as he thrusts upwards before he shudders and I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Dude…” Dean jibes with a dry laugh.

“Fuck you,” Roman replies with a ragged breath. "You're just so fuckin' wet and tight and..." he trails off. "Sorry."

I feel Seth trail a finger across my shoulder and I glance back at him. I’m acutely aware that I’ve still got Dean’s dick my hand, but Seth is only looking at me, holding my gaze. “You tell us,” he says in response to a question that is only just half-forming.

“Dean,” I whisper.

No-one needs to be told twice. I groan as I feel Seth slide out of me, Roman too. The bed shifts and I’m lifted as if weightless between them. My thighs grip Dean’s as he lays beneath me. As I did with Roman, I guide Dean inside me as his hands slip to my hips and hold me firm. The only difference this time is that Seth slides back inside with me more ease than before.

Once again, the bed beside us dips and I look over to see Roman. I glance down, almost expecting him to want the same lip service I gave Dean, but he quickly corrects me.

“Nope, I got mine,” he tells me. “Get yours, baby girl.”

“I…”

“Her washbag. The neon pink one,” Seth tells him before the words even form in my head. I look over my shoulder at him. “I know what you want.”

Fuck, he really does. As amazing as this is, I need that extra buzz, quite literally. My body is too loose at this stage, too beyond getting there through just pure fucking, even at the hands of two men. I need the extra push and god only knows how that will feel when it happens.

Roman is back before I even finish my thought and he nuzzles at my neck, pushing my hair out of the way as a hum fills the air and I groan as my vibrator glides a deliciously slow trail across my inner thigh.

“Please…” I hear myself whimper.

“We got you,” Roman replies as he finally swirls the vibrator across my clit. My body lights up in repsonse, a guttral moan leaving me as the tremors felt in my core spread through me. My head falls forward, my eyes half-closed and I see Dean looking up at me, his lips moving.

“Shit, you’re so wet…”

“And tight,” I hear Seth behind me, a hand scooping my hair up and tugging my head back gently. His mouth nips at my earlobe.

I gasp as Roman flips up the speed of the vibrations, my body arching. A hand on my breast, fingers gently pinching my nipple. Another mouth on my neck. Hands gripping me, holding me as they please. Frantic thrusts, building, faster, harder.

My eyes squeeze shut as I cum, my body spasming into stillness, shockwaves caused by a complete overwhelming of my senses ripple through me and cause my breath to exhale sharply, almost winding myself. And yet it doesn’t stop. There’s another onslaught of tremors coursing through me and my own hands are tight on arm, nails digging into flesh as I feel the familiar spasm take me once again.

Words echo around me but Seth’s voice cuts through clear.

“Maddy… Shit…”

It was his hand on my breast I realise as said hand returns to grip my waist, his hips smacking against my ass once, twice… A low groan eminates from him, his body pressing against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. I can feel him shaking and I grope to cup the back of his head as he kisses my flushed skin.

He slips from me and that’s when I realise Dean is still hard inside me. With Seth easing back from me, Dean’s hand slips to my ass cheek, seeking more leverage as he thrusts into me. I feel him tense beneath me, a shuddering “fuck” exhaling from him.

There’s silence, only punctuated by heavy breathing from all four of us.

“Are you okay?” a voice murmurs in my ear. Seth. His fingers lace through mine as Dean eases me off him.

I feel weak, my body pushed to the limits. I’m shaking as I curl into him, my head settling under his chin.

“Talk to me,” he says softly, his fingers running through my hair.

“I’m tired,” I manage to get out and I hear a soft rumble of laughter around me.

It feels odd to be cradled by one man, even if that one man is my boyfriend or lover or whatever he is. I’ve just spent the last hour, maybe even more, who knows, being passed between three of them each of them holding me in one way or another and I strangely miss their now familiar touch.

I chance a look around and see Dean and Roman pulling up their shorts and sweatpants respectively. I’m cocooned on the bed in Seth’s arms, only released momentarily when he pulls the sheets up and around us.

My eyes are heavy, my mind too. I can feel myself drifting out of consciousness. There are murmurings around me I can't quite understand, movement too. But I can't open my eyes to see and my head is unable to process any other thought apart from one.

What the fuck just happened?

And breathe...

83 notes · View notes