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starlightsreigns · 2 months ago

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bloodline | the bloodline

summary ⇢ gianna feels like the shinest toy in the middle of a classroom with everyone eyeing it. she attracts all the interest when she walks into the room, and now it's causing chaos. But, chaos is so fun and it's only the beginning. word count ⇢ 10.1k tags ⇢ language, brief smut

note ⇢ she for the whole team — twins. but I started writing this and over time the main love interest kept changing as the story developed hahah. I'm just a girl and I love every version of the bloodline x

“i ain't lookin' for my one true love, yeah, that ship sailed away”

Gianna rubs her eyes trying to mask the exhaustion written all over her face. she forces a smile as the photographer lifts his camera towards her. the flashes don’t help with the headache that’s pounding through her skull. if anything, she wants to be in bed with her comfort movie and a pile of food — but of course, work always comes first.

“c’mon, Gigi, that’s the best you got?” a familiar voice booms through the room.

solo stands in the doorway of the room, a grin on his face because he knows he’s irritating her. “damn, my bad.” he raises his hand when she glares in his direction. “don’t be like that.”

eighteen years of knowing someone makes you immune to their antics. Gianna and Solo have been best friends since fifth grade; attending the same schools in California since kindergarten, but something changed in their last year of elementary school that brought them together – that something being their teacher sitting them beside each other. Their similar loud nature and her crush on his older brothers made their friendship blossom over the years. She was a cheerleader in high school, and he followed his brothers and cousin in being a football player. They spent every waking moment together, took the same classes, made the same jokes, and got close to each other’s family.

Graduation hit them like a ton of bricks – they spent 13 years always in the same state and school, and now that had to change. Neither one of them understood how much that would hurt. While he stayed in Sacramento for a while and then went on to North Dakota, Gianna moved across the country to Florida. They’ve always been committed to their friendship, which meant every holiday was spent in California and every school vacation was divided between there and Florida. For four years, they made it work through the school work, the various jobs, and the multiple relationships that found their friendship a little too high maintenance – but it only had to matter to them.

Gianna finished college, and with the push of Solo’s older brother, Jimmy and Jey convinced her to try out for WWE. It was always a pipe dream. They came from a wrestling family, the most prominent one at that, and she fell in love with it because of them. Gianna couldn’t imagine making it in the business, but the twins refused to let up. They’d take her to the performance center whenever they were in town until she was convinced she could do this. She trained and prepped until her body couldn’t take it anymore.

The distance came. Their friendship was harder to balance once she joined the main roster years later. Once he joined WWE, their schedules were even more of a mess, but again, if they could survive six years across the country from each other, they could survive the fucking apocalypse – and yeah, they survived the apocalypse to be on the same show now…

Gianna glances at Solo again. Usually, she’d smile at his comment, but any facial movements only exacerbate the growing pains in her body. And he could see it from where she stood. The way her face could barely hold a scowl and the glint in her eyes was gone – she was almost lifeless.

“You hungry?” He asks softly, seeing the way she was trying to hold it together.

After a slow nod, Solo gives her a thumbs-up and quickly disappears from the doorway. The rest of the photoshoot feels like a million years until she’s set free. Gianna gathers her stuff, shuffling through the hallway, bombarded by all the noise the backstage area unfortunately brings.

“Gianna, baby, you okay?” Naomi calls out where she sits in a makeup chair.

Gianna stops beside her, holding onto the arm of the chair, “No, I feel like absolute shit.” She holds onto her forehead, trying to steady the spinning room. Naomi holds onto her arm. “I think I just need to sit for a little bit.”

“You need me to walk you back there?” Naomi’s voice fills with worry. “Or, lemme call Jimmy.”

“Nah, I’m good girl, I can make it.”

Solo comes from behind her, seeing the look of concern on Naomi’s face, “Hey, you good?” He’s holding a plate of food from catering. “C’mon, lemme take you back to med.”

Naomi smiles at her brother-in-law before she meets eyes with Gianna, “text me, ‘kay?”

With a small hum, Gianna lets Solo lead her back to medical. She can barely remember the walk or anything that Solo says to her. To be truthful, she can’t remember anything from before she blacks out and wakes up hours later in confusion.

The world feels hazy as she takes a deep breath. The room is dim while the TV screen plays the current match. Gianna groans, realizing she passed out. From beside her, someone chuckles and Gianna groans louder when she knows exactly who it is.

“Of course, you’re still here,” she smiles softly as she looks over at Solo. “Please tell me I didn’t throw up or say something stupid.”

Solo sighs dramatically, “Now, you want me to lie to you, Gigi?”

“No!” Gianna’s eyes widen. “Was it bad?” She covers her mouth with a laugh.

“Doc was givin’ you fluids,” Solo starts and all Gianna can do is cringe. “You threw up over his shoes, said you was sorry, threw up again, then told us how much you love us for takin’ care of you.”

Gianna shrieks, laughing into her palm as she throws her head back. Solo follows suit in his laughter.

“You piece of shit, you should’ve kept all that to yourself.” Gianna shakes her head just as the door opens. “Hey, girl.” She greets Naomi who walks in cautiously.

Naomi grins, sashaying up to the bed, “girl I came in here earlier and you was out, dead to the world with this fool watchin’ over you.” She jokes as she takes a seat at the end of the bed. “How you feelin’?”

“Like a million bucks, apparently all I needed was some water and to empty out my fucking stomach.” Gianna rolls her eyes with a sigh. “Thank Jesus I didn’t have a match tonight or I would’ve killed myself.”

“Don’t say that, you know I hate that.” Solo rolls his eyes.

He was the sensitive type, not that he’d ever admit it. It’s what she adored most about him, since they were kids, he was very serious about statements like that and went to great lengths to always be there for Gianna. He never wanted to feel like he wasn’t communicating or was being purposely rude to anyone. Kindness was the biggest thing for him.

“I’m sorry,” Gianna reaches over to cup his chin. “I didn’t mean that.”

Naomi watches the pair for a moment, they way Solo instantly melts into a smile at the physical contact. The twinkle in his eyes when he watches her and how he falls into laughter when she says something stupid and it’s about the way he’s always talking in her direction, even when Naomi talks and he responds to her, his eyes always drifts towards Gianna to watch for her reaction.

This wasn’t new – Naomi and the twins often teased him about it, never in front of Gianna because he begged them to not make her uncomfortable, over the past couple of years but they’ve laid off the teasing because damn… they’ve known each other for years and have never made a move. But something about recently has made Naomi suspicious. Solo couldn’t seem to be away from Gianna for more than a single day. It’s the point that if she calls Gianna and she doesn’t answer, she knows to call Solo cause he’ll be with her.

“I gotta go get ready, but I’ll be back to get you later.” Solo stands from his chair, playfully throwing a pillow at Gianna as he walks towards the door. “See you Nao.”

“Bye, brother.” She calls out then turns her attention to Gianna. “Can I ask you something and you won’t be mad at me?” Naomi asks cautiously.

Gianna scrunches her nose, “and what exactly is this question?” She sits up in the bed. “And why would I be mad?”

Naomi sighs, “Why haven’t y’all dated?” She asks right out, catching Gianna off guard. “Y’all’ve known each other y’all whole lives.”

There’s a beat of silence while Gianna thinks about the question. She looks out at the wall. Strangely enough, it’s never been anything she’s sat and thought about. There was always someone she was in a relationship with. This is the first time she’s truly been single and the thought never crept in.

“I’ve never thought of him that way, honest, you know I broke up with whatshisname last year and we were together for six years. It’s always been purely platonic between me and Solo.”

For the rest of the night, the thought rings through Gianna’s head. Why hasn’t there been a romantic relationship between her and Solo? Now, she kinda wishes that it never came up because she’s not one that can hold her tongue and unfortunately, he knows her too well and will eventually read her face.

Gianna has to force the thought to sit in the furthest spot in her brain, it wasn’t something she had the time to worry about, and she’d been a little upset with Naomi for bringing it up. Even weeks later, there’s an air of awkwardness and she’s not sure why it’s there.

The hallway is empty as Gianna rolls her suitcase.

“Gianna,” Naomi’s voice calls out from behind her. Gianna stops reluctantly and turns. “G, you mad at me?”

They both continue their walk towards the locker room. Gianna sighs and shakes her head.

“No, I’m sorry girl, you know how I get sometimes.” Ginna apologizes, “I got uncomfortable with the thought and haven’t been able to face you.”

Naomi nods slowly, “I ain’t mean it like that, I was just askin’.”

“I know, it’s dumb, but he’s my best friend and funny enough when we left high school, I think we both left those thoughts in San Francisco. So, for the past thirteen years we’ve gotten into this perfect groove and yeah…”

When they walk into the locker room, it’s empty and almost eerily silent and it makes Naomi’s next question land in the center of the room like a pin drop.

“Do you think the reason you reacted like that was because you do like him and have liked him all the years?”

Gianna sets her bag down and turns to Naomi. She squints her eyes in disbelief.

“No, I don’t think that’s the case.” She answers bluntly. “And quite frankly, I really want you to leave this alone, Trinity.”

The atmosphere in the room turns uncomfortably cold as the pair stare at each other – it’s almost a stand down as neither one of them say a word. Naomi shakes her head, refusing to let the conversation go. Gianna rolls her eyes, retreating from the room before she has to hear anything else about it, but her friend is on her tail.

“Gianna, be serious.”

Gianna groans, “No, you be serious and drop it.” She grits through her teeth. Down the hallway, she spots Jimmy and Tama in the middle of a conversation. “Jimmy, Tama.”

Something or someone has to get Naomi off of her back and she’s hoping that her husband can help as the men turn to look at her.

“Hey G, what’s up?” Tama smiles, pulling her closer and resting an arm over her shoulder. “Why you look like you about to kill someone.”

“Cause, I’m ‘bout to kill your wife if she don’t leave me the hell alone.” Gianna points to Jimmy.

The men glances at each other before they look between either women. “What the hell goin’ on?” Jimmy asks.

Silence. Naomi raises an eyebrow, waiting for Gianna to say it but she knows she won’t let the words pass her lips. Gianna stares up at the ceiling as she shakes her head, anger not being enough to describe how she feels. Tama shakes her softly, smiling when they make eye contact.

“Talk to us, baby.” Tama rubs her arm.

“Jimmy, you’ve know me since we were kids, please.” Gianna begs then turns to Naomi. “And girl, I love you but don’t make me hate you.”

With that, Gianna shakes out of Tama’s arms and marches down the hallway. There’s nowhere to go, but she refuses to stand with them any longer. That’s the problem of knowing people for so long, there’s no separation in their personal life. All she wants to do is to forget this conversation ever happened and hope that Solo never hears about it, but now Jimmy and Tama knows and soon enough Jey, Tonga, and Jacob will know. None of those men know how to keep a secret if you paid them a million dollars.

Gianna is lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t hear Solo call her name. He grabs her hand to stop her, scaring her in the process. She snaps her head in his direction, faking a smile when she realizes who it is then gives him and Roman a quick nod.

“Hey, you two.” Gianna runs her fingers through her hair suddenly very uncomfortable.

Roman sends Solo a look before poking Gianna’s shoulder, “What’s up with you, G?”

It’s awkward for a moment as she tries to discreetly place some space between her and Solo, “nothin’, I’m just tired and tryna prep for my match tonight.”

“You ain’t look like this even with your mania match, for real, what’s going on?” Solo questions, closing the space between them.

Again, like said earlier, Gianna can’t hide a single emotion from Solo. Her face betrays her as if it doesn’t care what her brain says. She musters the best believable, fake smile she can and shakes her head.

“Y’all I’m good, I promise, can we talk later?”

How long is it appropriate to kinda ignore someone? There’s always been a need to place some distance between Gianna and the amazing Fatu/Anoa’i family before she lost her fucking mind. If she didn’t, she wasn’t sure her friendship with Solo would survive – and again, it’s the most important thing to them. She felt awkward and unlike herself. Naomi sort of took the hint to cool off, Gianna wasn’t sure if she came to that conclusion on her own or if Jimmy convinced her, but whatever it was, she was thankful.

Yet, ignoring people you’re on the same brand with came with making a lot of excuses – tired, training, media, family plans – whatever it was, she used it. Now, Solo wasn’t really accepting any more excuses, she can feel it. But Gianna needs a little more time to not feel so weird about everything.

After her match, Gianna strolls into catering, trying to figure out if she was actually hungry or if she was just anxious… or maybe she was both? She rubs her temple as she stares at a platter of cookies.

“You lookin’ for something sweet?”

Gianna turns to meet eyes with one Tama. She laughs softly with a nod.

“Yeah, tryna figure out if it’ll be worth cheating on my diet.” She stares at the cookies with a sigh. “If you eat one, I’ll eat two.” Gianna propositions him with a laugh.

Tama thinks about it for a second then shugs, “fuck it, let’s do it.” he laughs as they grab their cookies. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh oh, that’s scary.” Gianna jokes as they walk out of catering. “Should I be scared of this question?”

The taller man lets out a loud laugh that makes her smile, “Nah, you ain’t gotta be scared, baby.” He waits for her to nod before he continues. “Let me take you out?”

Gianna stops to stare at him, “and why do you wanna take me out?”

Tama groans at the same question he’s gotten every time he asks her out. Unfortunately for him, Gianna always gave him the same response. He wraps an arm around her shoulder while continuing their walk.

“You play too much, G,”

Sunlight pours into Gianna’s living room as she lays sprawled on her couch, eyes transfixed on her TV. She could have said yes to Tama’s date, but her one weekend home in over a month… she needs to spend that at home for her sanity. The comfort of her couch and her puppy makes everything manageable.

The doorbell ringing doesn’t bother her puppy nor when she slips off the couch to peek into the peephole. Gianna bites her lip when she sees Solo on the other side, hands in pocket, almost expressionless. She shuts her eyes for a moment before she unlocks the door to come face-to-face with the man she’s barely spoken to in weeks.

“Hey,” Gianna smiles, pushing the door wider for him to come in. “I didn’t know you were comin’ over.”

Solo smiles then his brows furrow in confusion, “When have we ever called before showin’ up at each other’s house?” He watches her shut the door in silence. “What’s up with you, Gianna?”

They sit on the couch, Solo pets the puppy he hasn’t seen in a while, giving Gianna the chance to come up with whatever she needed to say. She’s never felt this anxious in her entire life and she wishes this wasn’t happening right now – why couldn’t she act normal about this? She knew what her feelings were and she thinks she knows what Solo’s feelings are, so why does she feel like she could go skydiving without a parachute?

“Gia,” Solo says. The only person in the world she allows to use that awful nickname. “Talk.”

“Naomi, a couple of weeks ago, was basically pressurin’ me about you and I’s relationship and why we’ve never dated. She wouldn’t let up on it no matter how many times I told her it wasn’t somethin’ you and I were interested in, and it just made me feel all awkward cause now I’m thinkin’ how many other people have the same idea as her and if maybe you was thinkin’ about us some type of way.” Gianna word vomits the entire sentence in one breath as she watches his reactions. When he doesn’t say anything she sighs. “Are you thinkin’ about us in another type of way, Solo?”

Solo runs his hand over his beard, “I’ve told them all not to do this shit over and over again, I don’t know why Naomi would do that, but Nah, G. You my best friend and it’s always been that since we was kids and it not gone change now.” He confirms. “I don’t like how you felt like you had to ignore me instead of just comin’ to talk to me about it.

Gianna swallows. There’s something in the pit of her stomach that doesn’t disappear after his answer, actually, it gets worse and she feels like she’s about to be sick, but sucks it up for the moment, mauling over his most recent statement.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, and I’m sorry, I just started feelin’ awkward and anxious, so I just took a step back.” She smiles softly. “I know how you are and I should’ve just went to you and told you.”

Solo finally cracks a smile. He walks up to Gianna, helping her up then envelops her in a bear hug. With their hearts pressed together, Gianna blinks away the sad tears brimming the corner of her eyes. She stares at the door, feeling nothing but… misery? On the opposite end, Solo shuts his eyes tightly with the exact same fucking feelings.

“Listen, man, you ain’t listen, G.” Tama throws himself back in his seat in anger making her laugh. “Oh, you think this shit is funny?”

Gianna tries to hold in her laugh, “Tama, I love you, but baby you can’t do no fucking coup de grace.”

Tama finds himself beyond words in their argument on whether or not he’d be able to steal Finn Balor’s finisher. On a Tuesday night, this was the best they had to do as they sat in the backyard of Jimmy and Naomi’s place, liquor in hand, and no expectations for the next day. Tama sucks his teeth, turning to look at Jey as he walked out on the patio.

“Man, tell this girl I can do Finn’s shit.”

Jey looks at the older man then lets out a holler, “Uce, you can’t do no fuckin’ coup de grace.”

With a shit eating grin, Gianna raises her glass then takes a sip, “I’ve said that for the past hour, thank you, my brother.”

She sticks her tongue out at him when he places a greeting kiss on her cheek and takes the seat next to her.

“Mr. Monday Nights, I feel like I never see you anymore.” Gianna sits up, crossing her legs. “How’s it goin’ over there? I been seein’ you and rhea.”

“Man, we chillin’, I’m just vibin’ with everything right now.” Jey grins. “When you comin’ back to the winnin’ brand?”

Gianna scoffs playfully, “I’m already on the winning brand, if anything, we might need you back.”

Jey shakes his head with a grin. He loks down at his glass for a moment then meets eyes with Gianna, “I miss travellin’ with y’all, but this is somethin’ good, you know?” He shrugs. “I know you missin’ me.”

“Of course I miss you,” Gianna stands and moves over to sit on his lap. “These dudes get on my last fucking nerve.”

Tama scoffs, “what I do to you, G?”

She rolls her eyes with a smile, “Nothin’, Tama, you ain’t do nothin’ to me.” Gianna says sarcastically before tipping the rest of her drink into her mouth.

“The girl crushin’ on me and doesn’t know how to say it.” Tama mocks with Jey.

“Oh yeah? So that means she got over her crush on me?” Jey raises his eyebrow.

They turn their attention to her as she slowly brings her glass down with wide eyes. Gianna’s mouth widen with a smile, trying to come up with a quick comeback.

“Oh, y’all playin’ tonight.” Gianna sputters.

Tama sucks his teeth, “you a horrible liar, G.” He shakes his head while Jey hums in agreement.

“And what did I lie about?” She challenges while she stands from Jey’s lap to retake her seat between them.

“Forget us,” Jey speaks up. “But when you say you don’t like my brother, we can see it on your face.”

In the silence of the patio, Gianna leans back in her seat. She should’ve known that this conversation would never truly end – it was inevitable. Jey and Tama share looks as they wait for her to say something. Tama scoots his chair closer to hers.

“Tell me somethin’ G,” Tama starts while Jey watches. “If you don’t like Solo, let me take you out tomorrow?”

Gianna smiles, “Oh, so you’re not worried about family, you just want me.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that what this is?”

Tama chuckles then shrugs. “I mean, I don’t understand how they all known you all this time and haven’t taken you out.”

With his statement, Gianna turns to Jey and raises an eyebrow. Jey chuckles and runs his hand over his beard. “I don’t know, baby, you like family at this point. We can’t cross that line.”

“It’s okay, young me wanted you before I knew how annoying you are.” Gianna jokes as she places a hand on his cheek. “It’s all love though.”

Jey swats her hand away while they laugh. The door to the patio opens and catches their attention. Solo steps out, coming to join them on the lawn chairs. He sits beside Tama.

“What’s goin’ on, people?” He greets, clocking the way the guys are all sitting so close to Gianna. “I can hear y’all laughin’ from inside.”

“Nothin’ man, I’m tryna get G over here to go out with me tomorrow.” Tama looks into Gianna’s eyes as he says it making her laugh. “But she think I’m playin’ with her.” He jokes.

Thankfully the trio is both distracted and drunk or they would’ve seen the way Solo was burning a hole through Tama after his sentence. The way his grip tightens around his beer could shatter the glass. Solo rolls his head before producing a fake smile just as Gianna looks in his direction.

“They’re drunk as shit.” She lets out her own drunk giggle. Gianna studies Solo for a second then stands, holding a hand out for him to take. “Can we go talk?”

After their conversation at her house not too long ago, things went back to normal. But there are still times when Gianna catches him deep in his own thoughts when they’re together. There’s just a slight difference in their relationship now that isn’t noticeable on certain days, but she can see it now, even though her drunken haze.

It’s quieter at the front of the house, so Gianna and Solo rest on the hood of his car. She messes with the seam of her skirt as they sit in some silence. It’s as if they don’t know what to say to each other and it’s killing them.

“What are you thinkin’ about, sweet?” Gianna finally asks as she turns her head towards him.

Solo slowly shakes his head, “I ain’t know Tama had a thing for you.”

“I don’t think that the case, I think he just likes getting under my skin.”

Gianna shrugs. They sit in silence again for a moment then Solo nods.

“Let him take you out.”

What? Gianna wasn’t sure she heard what he said correctly. Never in their lives has he ever pushed her towards going out with someone, especially not family. Solo turns to look at her shocked and confused face. For a moment, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at her confused look, but then he nods.

“That’s not somethin’ you want, G?” Solo asks. “might as well, you know, you been single a while now.”

Gianna opens her mouth and closes it several times, “I don’t understand you, Solo, why would you tell me to go out with him?” Now she’s slightly irritated. “What the fuck?”

Solo holds his hands up in question, “I’m just sayin’, if you want to you should. Who you waitin’ on? Me? Man, go out with Jey too if you wanna, fuck ‘em if you wanna.”

That makes Gianna push off the car. She turns to look at him with pure anger, “If I wanted to I would’ve, but again, what I’m tryna understand is what the fuck are you saying to me?” She can’t explain the feelings in her body as she yells at him. “I don’t understand this anymore.” Gianna motions between them.

“And what is this?” Solo stands up straight.

“Our friendship?” She scoffs at his question. “You know what, Solo, I’m over this and I’m over you right now.”

Just as she finishes her statement, Jey and Tama walk out from the backyard. Solo glances in their direction then looks at Gianna.

“Aye, one of y’all can take Gianna home now.” He says cooly.

Gianna licks her bottom lip, “Wow, just like that?”

“You said you done, G.” Solo shrugs without a trace of humor. “So, be done and don’t worry about me.”

“Fuck you,” She spits, shoving him away from her. The tears hit her cheek before she can realize she even wanted to cry. “Cause I never would’ve said that shit to you in a million years but you think that’s fuckin’ cool to say to me then kick me out? You're a bitch.”

Gianna wipes her tears as she walks away from him. She stops in front of Jey and he immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders. He sends a confused look to Tama who in turns sends daggers at Solo.

The ride home is quiet. Jey had the unfortunate task of taking her home as Tama stayed behind, completely plastered. She sits in the passenger seat and stares out the window. It was a horrible way to end the night and she didn’t even understand where the hell it went wrong. All Gianna can think about is how her best friend essentially called her a slut because of a joke that’s been ongoing for the past year. This attitude wasn’t anything she’s ever seen from him before.

It broke her heart to think that he saw her in that light. She was never that person. He knew that, so why say it even if he was upset at her for whatever reason?

“What’s goin’ on with y’all?” Jey asks.

“I don’t know,” Gianna says through shallow breaths. “He basically called me a slut then told me to leave, not much explanation there?”

Jey glances at her shocked, “Uce said what?” He shakes his head. “I need to talk to him. Why he say that?”

Gianna rubs her temple, “Jey, he said I should sleep with Tama or sleep with you. I wish I fuck knew where he got the idea that I wanted that, but he’s convinced I do.”

By the time they make it to her house, Gianna’s panic attack is soothed. She gathers her heels and purse and looks at Jey. He gives her a sympathetic look then quickly gets out the car to open the door for her. They walk up to her door slowly and he waits as she looks for her keys then unlocks the front door.

“Thank you for bringin’ me home, and please just leave this whole thing alone. I really do think your brother and I just need some separation for a little while. I think we’ve been in each other’s faces for too many years and it’s just a phase.”

It was a wish that Solo would come to the conclusion on his own that what he said was wrong. Hopefully the separation would create some clarity for them both. Jey nods in understanding and pulls her into a tight hug.

“I got you, mama, you know that.” He murmurs into her ears. “And, how about we give him something to be mad about?” She can hear the smirk in his voice.

Gianna moves back to meet his eyes, “What do you mean by that?” She searches his eyes then breaks out into the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “Oh my God, are you gonna kiss me? Please tell me you are so I can prepare young me.”

Jey laughs brightly and nods. Gianna throws her stuff into the house, turns back to him, and watches as he leans into her. He presses the soft kiss on her lip, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to his body. When they pull apart, Gianna covers her mouth in shock.

“You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had in this life, thank you for that.” Gianna kisses his cheek.

“You know I got you, G, goodnight.”

As he walks back to the car, Gianna stands in her doorway. She laughs to herself at the fact that she got to kiss her first ever crush, even though it wasn’t in the most romantic way. She waves as Jey pulls of and closes the door to the dark house. The kiss was amazing, but it wasn’t something either of them were ever going to pursue, it was a way to make her feel better.

Why does she feel like shit about the events earlier in the night? She didn’t do anything wrong but here she was wondering if she should text Solo first.

There are rare instances that Gianna and Solo fought. It was rare. For them to find themselves at odds, it’d have to be serious. Their first ever fight was in elementary school when Gianna decided to sit next to another kid for an entire week. Solo proceeded to throw paper balls at her for the week until she sat next to him again. Then, in middle school, Solo thought it’d be the bright idea to date Gianna’s nemesis. They spent half of their seventh grade year at odds. High school was probably their biggest fight. For years they couldn’t come up with the reason as to why the fight started, but Gianna remembers that she started talking to some guy on the football team whose name she can’t even remember anymore.

It was her thought that Solo would be okay with it, he knew about it, and didn’t say anything. Her relationship with the guy was fine, until it wasn’t. A rumor started that her and Solo liked each other. It wasn’t true and no matter how many times she explained it to her boyfriend, he just seemed to hear something different. The real kicker came when she found out that Solo was making stuff up and telling other players, who of course shared it to other players until the entire team was talking about it. The fight started when Gianna showed up on his porch. He denied it, even though they both knew he was doing it. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he’d sabotage her relationship. He said it was because he didn’t trust the guy.

No correlation, he was right, her boyfriend was a piece of shit who was cheating on her, but that wasn’t the point. It took them until the following summer to make up.

There’ve been several more fights post high school. All of them revolved around her relationships. Either the guy was too nice, too douchey, or just was plain boring. No one ever seemed to be quite right. Yet, everything before paled in comparison to this one.

No contact is what they’ve been for the past three weeks. He avoids her when they travel, they don’t text, they don’t call. Gianna’s sick and tired of this shitty ass attitude he’s had towards her and refuses to be the one that fixes it. So, she’s letting it run its course, if it ever does. Hopefully it does or it’ll ruin the next few days.

“Hey girlie,” Naomi smiles, wrapping her arm around Gianna as she sets her carry on down.

Gianna scrunches her nose, “Hey baby doll, you look cute.” She scans Naomi’s outfit for the flight. “Your ass is actually insane, bro, how Jimmy handle all that?”

Naomi laughs as they find a spot to sit, “Girl bye,” she waves her off. “Did you bring your best outfits?”

“Oh, of course, I plan on being the best dressed.”

Once a year, for the past ten years, they all take a big vacation to relax. Naomi and Gianna were the ones to convince everyone and it’s become habit. This year, they decided on Puerto Rico because they loved it so much when they all went for Backlash. It was probably one of their easiest ones to pick – usually it’s a big group argument about where to go, and this years they’ve invited three new, annoying people in Tama, Tonga, and Jacob.

“Where are the brothers?” Gianna quickly glances around.

“They went to get somethin’ to eat, you know how they are.” She rolls her eyes then clears her throat. “You and lil man talkin’ again?”

Gianna chuckles at the nickname but shakes her head, “No, I think we just need some more time.”

And unfortunately, the three hour flight had Solo and Gianna sitting besides each other. They both bought their tickets months ago and it was awkward. Neither of them had the idea to switch seats, but both had their headphones on, acting as if the other wasn’t there. Gianna’s eyes rarely stray from the window out of fear of making eye contact with him.

Hours flew by from the plane ride, to the awkward waiting for their car, and the hour drive to the rented villa. Gianna wants to run and hide and take the ride with Tama and Tonga and Jacob, but Naomi wasn’t having it, so she found herself squished beside her in the quietest car ride.

Sunset shines off everyone’s sunglasses when they finally get to the house. Gianna flicks her hair over her shoulder as she grabs her suitcase from the driver with a small smile.

“G, you sleepin’ with me?” Tama yells out.

Their car pulls in with him hanging out the window. Gianna laughs as she turns to see them. Tama leaves the guys behind to wrap his arms around her.

“I can’t share with you,” Gianna laughs against his chest.

Tama raises an eyebrow, “cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself when it comes to me?”

Gianna pushes him away but he doesn’t move, “no, cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” she smiles, glancing at his hand that’s at the top of her ass. “like right now.”

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you, G.”

His eyes never leave hers as he talks and Gianna finds herself, for the first time, completely lost in the thought of his words. She hums softly and looks around at everyone making their way towards the front door.

“Fine, we can share, but you have to promise to keep your dick in your pants.” She stares up at him. “Unless, I say otherwise.” Her voice dips as a glint sparkles in his eyes.

The house is absolutely insane. Once everyone claims their rooms: Jimmy and Naomi in one, Gianna and Tama in one, then everyone gets their own with a single room left empty, they meet in the kitchen to eat before getting started.

“Where’s Roman? I thought he was traveling with you guys?” Naomi points to Tonga.

Tonga sips his water, “He should be here later tonight.”

“Who invited you?” Gianna points to Jacob who’s pulling out his cigarettes.

Jacob throws a wrapper in her direction making her laugh, “Didn’t you ask me, Gigi?”

Gianna gags at the nickname, “And I think I’m regrettin’ that now.”

“Oh Gigi,baby, you know you love me.” Jacob comes around the counter, wrapping his arm around her waist. She leans her head away with a groan. “Don’t act like that.”

Gianna folds under the pressure, giving into a smile and letting Jacob hug her. He’s the biggest teddy bear of the group and she can’t be mad at him for too long, even if she was only pretending.

“Man, y’all let’s eat.”

Most of them took a nap after they ate. Gianna sighs into her pillow when she feels Tama’s hand on her hip. She keeps her eyes closed, but slaps his hand away.

“Tama, stop playin’, I’m tired.”

Tama groans softly, moving closer to rest his chin on her arm, “I ain’t tired, G.”

Gianna opens her eyes and looks over at him. She searches his eyes for a while before shifting down to see his shirtless torso and it’s a fight to bring her eyes back to his.

“You’re a horny fuck, do you know that?” she asks softly, laying on her back. “Why you stressin’ me, Tama, you haven’t let me breathe since we met.”

They met several years ago at an event. The twins introduced them and it’s been history ever since. He was the biggest flirt she’s ever met and she’s his primary victim. Once he joined the main roster, she hasn’t had a moment of peace.

“I can't let you pass me by, Gianna.” He leans up on the palm of his hand, hovering over her. “I want you.”

She shies under his gaze. His usually playful face is more serious than she’s ever seen. Gianna watches the way his other hand slowly moves the duvet from her body. Tama gets on his knees in front of her and pulls her up against him so they’re both kneeled in front of each other.

“We can’t be together,” Gianna whispers softly, feeling his hand on her back. “You know that.”

“I know that, G.”

Yet, the doesn’t stop either of them as their lips come together. Gianna sighs into his lips while Tama wraps his arm around her waist and pull her into his bare chest. The kiss starts to get frantic, neither one of them wants to pull away, it’s like life or death. Tama manuevers them back onto the mattress, but Gianna snaps out of his and pulls away.

“I need to cool off,” She rolls to the other side of the bed, trying to catch her breath while he lays besides her. “I’m gonna go get some water.”

Gianna gets to the bottom of the stairs, playing with her hair as she tries to find a light switch in the darkness. She finally turns one on then looks for the glasses to get a drink of water. She’s barely down a sip when she hears a knock on the door. Gianna hesitates for a minute, looking down at the oversized judgment day shirt she was wearing with nothing else.

She walks over cautiously and peeks towards the glass door but calms when she sees the familiar, friendly face. Gianna cheers as she runs towards the door.

“Ro, you’re here,” she throws the door open. “How was your flight?”

Roman takes a deep breath as he shuffles in, “exhausting, but hey G.”

She chuckles, giving him a quick hug, then takes him over to his room that’s on the main floor near Jimmy and Naomi. Roman drops down on the bed with a huff as she stands in the doorway.

“Excited to not think about work for the next three days?”

“Very,” He peeks at her. “You upstairs?”

Gianna nods, “Yeah, i’m sharing with Tama.”

That catches Roman’s attention and he sits up, “Huh… Why’s that?”

For a moment she thinks about it, suddenly very cautious and aware that she just made out with him.

“I dunno, he asked so I said yes.” She speaks slowly.

“Well, if you need an escape from that fool, you got a space down here.”

With a smile, Gianna blows him a kiss, “I appreciate that, Ro, I’ll let you shower.”

Back in the living room, Tonga and Jacob were sitting on the couch in their own conversation. Jacob whistles when he sees her. Gianna rolls her eyes and goes around to sit across from them on the couch.

“I thought y’all were passed out,” She crosses her legs.

Jacob groans, “Man, this fool woke me up talkin’ ‘bout it’s time to drink.”

Gianna laughs and leans her head back against the arm of the couch to stair at the ceiling, “I’m down with Tonga, where’s everyone else?”

“Jim took Naomi and Solo to the store.” Tonga says as he watches the way Gianna absentmindedly taps her exposed thigh. “Tama ain’t botherin’ you, is he?”

“Nah, he’s not botherin’ me.” Gianna meets his eyes. “Not yet at least.”

For a little while, the trio sit in a meaningless conversation about backstage at Smackdown. Tama joins them not long after, taking a seat beside Gianna, stealing glances at her when she’s talking. Their conversations halts when the door opens and a loud cheer comes from Jimmy.

“Good, all your asses awake now.” He calls out as she comes into the living room with the bags.

Gianna gets on her knees on the couch, facing him, “so, what’s in the bags?” She smiles hopefully.

“You wondering if I got your stuff?” He raises an eyebrow. Jimmy shuffles through the bag before he pulls out a bottle of 1942 Tequila. “You know I got you, sis.”

With a dramatic sigh, Gianna grabs the bottle and kisses it before she sends Jimmy an air kiss. She peers back to catch a look from Tonga. He smirks and leans in towards Jacob to whisper something to him. Jacob chuckles and peers over at her.

They don’t look away when she keeps her focus on them. So, Gianna shakes her ass in their direction. Tama whistles and grabs her by the waist, pulling her t-shirt down.

“Nah, this all me.” He points to Tama and Jacob.

Solo and Noami come out from the kitchen and she claps her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“You two, c’mon, y’all been nappin’ too long.” Naomi points to Tonga and Tama. “G, give me the bottle.” She holds out her hand and Gianna sadly gives it back.

Gianna sighs back into her seat with a pout making Jacob laugh. She turns to look back at Solo then quickly turns around when they make eye contact. Her heart falls and she drops her head down to stare at her legs. Jacob looks up at Solo and widen his eyes then look at her. Solo, thankfully, gets the hint and clears his throat as he comes to sit beside Gianna.

“Can we go outside and talk, Gia?”

The nickname makes her look up. She nods slowly and follows him out to the backyard. There’s a pool and they’re overlooking the ocean as they sit on the lounge chairs across from each other.

A silence sits amongst them for a while as Gianna massages her scalp. Solo keeps his eyes on her while trying to come up with the first word to say. She finally looks at him and raises an eyebrow. For all the years they’ve known each other, if he fucked up, Gianna will sit in silence until he apologizes, and she’s good at that.

“Gianna, I was an ass to you and I’m sorry.” Solo finally talks. “I didn’t mean what I said and I never should’ve said it. You’re my best friend.”

Gianna swallows hard, “why’d basically call me a slut?”

Solo shakes his head and looks down in shame, “it’s dumb,” he says lowly. Gianna uses her foot to nudge his to continue. “I felt like you was pullin’ away from me, and then you was getting close with them and I just…”

“So you were jealous?” She nudges him again.

“I shouldn’t, cause you can hang with whoever you want, I don’t own you.” He meets her eyes. “I want us to go back to how we were, Gia, I love what we got and how we doin’ it.”

When he finishes, Gianna rubs her hands together, “I accept your apology, because you’re my best friend, and I know your heart.” She reaches out and grabs his hand. “If you ever imply that i’m a slut ever again, I’ll cut your dick off.”

They break into a smile then a fit of laughter as they stare at each other. Solo stands and pulls her into his arms in a bear hug. He lifts Gianna off the ground as she shriek, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you, Gia.” Solo sets back on the ground.

“Love you much more.” She caresses his cheek like the million of times she has before. “I’m happy we’re cool now.”

She turns first to walk away but feels his hand hold her in place.

“Also, I said it like an asshole, but really, Tama likes you.”

Gianna searches his eyes, for what, but she’s not sure what she’s expecting. Her stomach slightly drops but she sports a smile and a nod.

“Yeah, I know.”

Solo walks in first, leaving her outside, in the middle of her thoughts. Gianna watches him bounce around the room, obviously a weight off of his shoulder after their conversation. Yet, now she feels a million time heavier.

Tama peeks his head out the house. He sends a bright smile and steps out to stand with her. Gianna stares into his eyes, making a decision to let go of the one thing that’s been gnawing at her. She steps closer to him and holds onto his arms. Tama knows the look in her eyes and nods silently for a little bit.

“So, it’s a no for us?” He finally questions.

Gianna places a hand on his cheek, but then immediately moves it, “the opposite, actually, we can see how this goes.”

He squeezes her in a hug, but all Gianna can do is stare at Solo from inside the house. When they move eye contact, she holds it until he’s the first to look away.

Back inside, Gianna stealthily grabs the bottle of 1942 and hurries back into the living room. She jumps onto the couch just as Roman arrives. He glances down at her and chuckles.

“Who bought you Tequila?” He rests against the arm of the couch. Gianna shrugs, trying to mask her grin. “You know you get crazy off that Tequila, G, what we gettin’ into tonight?”

Gianna thinks for a moment, “i’m getting fucked up off this 1942, everything’s up.”

Roman claps his hands on her shoulder, “you do know you get really sentimental when you drunk? Save me a kiss when you go around kissing everyone.”

A laugh falls from Gianna’s mouth, “you’ll get the first kiss this time, promise.”

Drunk Gianna is fun Gianna. It’s her and a bottle of Tequila against the world. Instead of going out the first night, it was easier for them all to just eat, drink, and listen to music at the house. Gianna was about five shots deep, pouring Tequila into everyone’s mouth as it got later into the night.

They pulled the sliding doors all the way open, letting the music waft out poolside. Jimmy and Naomi were in the pool, lips stretched, Jey and Solo were going between the patio and the living room, Gianna sat on Tama’s lap in the living room with Roman and Jacob as they played 2K.

“G, baby, ain’t it time for your drunk kissin’?” Naomi called out from the pool.

“Yeah, I'll save yours for later.” Gianna sticks her tongue out. “Ro, you want another shot?”

“Pour it up,” He responds, his eyes not leaving the screen.

Gianna gets off Tama’s lap, takes a moment to steady herself then drops down beside Roman. She carefully leans his head back to pour the tequila into his mouth. They lock eyes as she does so. After his mouth is full, Gianna moves the bottle and lets him go, but neither of them look away.

“I'll come back for you later,” Gianna winks, using her finger to place his attention back onto the tv.

A sudden yell from the kitchen catches her attention. Gianna makes her way into the kitchen to see Tonga and Solo turn to look at her with their hands behind their backs. She rests against the counter to steady herself then takes a sip from her bottle.

“And what are y’all up to?” She raises an eyebrow.

Tonga glances at Solo before he lets out a sigh, “we unfortunately can’t tell you that, G.” A wicked smirk on his lips.

Gianna cocks her head to the side. She taps her nail on the counter before shrugging her shoulder. “That’s fine, you’ll come crawling to me later.” She winks while turning on her heels.

As she leaves the kitchen, Gianna smacks herself on her ass. She sighs softly in the living room. She leans over to whisper into Tama’s ear.

“Wanna go into the pool?”

Tama looks up, “you ain’t gotta ask me twice.”

Outside, Gianna finally sheds the oversized shirt she’s been wearing, leaving her in a bra and thong. Naomi whistles at the sight making Gianna blow her a kiss.

“c’mon, G.” Tama watches as she takes a swig of the 1942 then places the bottle at the edge of the pool.

After jumping into the pool, splashing the other couple, Gianna pulls Tama further down with her. She wraps her legs around him as they surface. Gianna closes her eyes as he twirls her around in the water. She closes her arms around his neck, pushing their bodies together.

Without a word, Gianna draws him into a kiss. Tama doesn’t miss a beat, falling into the rhythm. His arms tighten around her. All the noise, mostly coming from the other couple cheering them on, falls into the background as it becomes messier.

A drunk Gianna finally pulls away with a laugh, floating onto her back. She was too drunk to even process anything more than Naomi pulling her arm towards her.

“G, girl, I need to party like you.” Naomi laughs.

“Babe, my bottle of 1942 is off limits, sorry!” She shouts, swimming up towards the edge to grab the bottle. Gianna pours more Tequila into her mouth before stumbling out of the pool. “where’s everyone?”

She stumbles lightly into the living room. Gianna scans the room, only seeing Roman on the ground. She whistles to catch his attention.

“You comin’ in?” Gianna asks but he shakes his head. She walks over to him and drops down next to him. “More ‘42?”

Roman takes the bottle out of her hand and pours some of the liquor into his mouth, “you drippin’ water everywhere.” His voice is dark as he stares at her bare legs.

“Then grab me a towel.” She raises an eyebrow.

He gets up, pulling her alongside him into his room. Gianna sets her bottle on the dresser and runs her fingers through her wet hair, mentally cursing at the fact she’ll have to wash it later. Roman comes out of the bathroom with a towel, pausing to watch her.

Gianna meets him where he stands. She slides the towel out of his hand and wipes down her body. When all the water is dry, she tosses the towel on the ground and then turns her attention to Roman who's still silent. She steps closer to him, messing with the hem of his shirt.

“You got me alone, in the dark, you not gonna take advantage of this moment?” Gianna murmurs when they gaze into each other's eyes. “Cause i’m waitin’ on you.”

Roman chuckles, “You don’t need no more tequila.”

She shrugs at the comment. Yet, even with that, he doesn’t move an inch, but instead, continues to watch her actions. Gianna gets on her tiptoes slowly, hands on his chest to keep herself steady. She doesn’t say anything, only stares into his eyes, until his eyes drift down onto her lips. Roman finally captures her lips with his, making her lose her breath.

In the pitch-black darkness of the room, Roman pins Gianna against the wall with his hands cupping her face. It catches her off guard at first, the sheer hunger in the kiss, the neediness, was unlike anything else — this is a new question she needs answered. Roman hikes her legs up around his waist, one hand firmly on her ass to keep her up.

“This what you wanted, G?” He growls in her ear, getting a moan in response. “I been watchin’ you with Tama all night, now you wanna be in my bed?” Roman continues, peppering kisses down her neck, sucking on a sensitive spot.

Gianna arches her back against the wall, “And so what? is that a problem for you?” she hits back, knowing there’d be a hickey in that spot he was still sucking on. “Are you tryna mark me?”

“I don’t need to mark you, baby, I can make you mine without all that.”

His mouth moves up to her lips again, taking her into a breathless kiss, “You’re so fucking cocky,” Gianna says in a breath before his lips is back on hers.

Breathing is harder every time Roman pulls away. Gianna’s head spins, but she’s never one to tap out. Her fingers slowly massage her raw and swollen lips while making note of how long he’s been holding her up. Roman swipes her fingers away to look at his handiwork, making her nervous under his strong gaze. He finally breaks a small smirk.

“Where you sleepin’ tonight?” He questions, but Gianna can tell it wasn’t a question.

“I actually have no plans on goin’ back out there.” She murmurs when being placed on her feet.

Roman nods. Gianna grabs the bottle of 1942 and sits on the edge of the bed. She downs the last of it and lays back on the bed. All she can do is let out a soft laugh when one random thought pops into her head: maybe she is a slut. But, honestly, who gives a fuck?

Life is more fun when you don’t give a fuck.

Gianna sits up slowly, “Are you just gonna sit there or should I go find someone else?”

“That’s a threat, G, you wanna threaten me?” Roman stalks up towards her. Gianna eyes the boner he has under his joggers then shrugs. “What you lookin’ at?” He smirks.

Feeling his soft touch on her skin, Gianna flips onto her stomach and looks back at him, “Please?” She rests her head on the mattress.

How could he say no when she asks so nicely. Roman trains his eyes on her as he drops his jogger, chuckling at her reaction. His hands slide up her legs before massaging her ass. Gianna's eyes flutter shut, even when he helps drop her up on her knees. His rough hands were weirdly soothing to her.

“Gianna, look at me,” His voice rough.

When she opens her eyes, a gasp escapes her lips as he pushes into her slowly. With her thong to the side, Gianna can feel every inch of him pressing into her. She clutches the bed sheets not finding enough air in her lungs.

“Fuck,” Gianna moans into the bed, feeling his hand on her stomach. “Roman, please.” She pleads at his achingly slow pace.

“I got you baby,”

With one swift buck of his hip, Roman fully pushes into her then pulls out, repeating those steps until there were tears of pleasure streaming down the side of her face. Gianna’s moans were breathy at his erratic movements.

Roman grunts softly, “talk to me, G, how you feelin’?” He leans to whisper in her ears.

“Just keep goin’, please, I need it.” Gianna begs, unable to think of anything beside the sensation pulsing through her body. “I need it.” She muffles a loud moan into the mattress.

Her legs, now shaking, couldn’t hold her up anymore. She was shaking so bad. Roman pulls out, chuckling at her groan, to turn her onto her stomach. He waits as Gianna pulls her thong off and throws it across the room. Roman pulls her towards the edge of the bed and plunges into her. Gianna’s back arches off the bed, wraps her legs around him, unwavering in their eye contact.

Ecstasy would be the only word to describe what’s pulsating through her body. She finds Roman’s arm, digging her fingernails into his skin to find some form of tension. Gianna’s eyes roll to the back of her head, a loud moan reverberating through the room as she came down from the high. She was barely breathing when he pulled out of her, cumming on her stomach.

There were no other words when Roman collapsed beside her. Gianna rolls towards him, resting her head on his chest. Before a minute passed, they were knocked out.

The sun in the room blinds Gianna when she finally opens her eyes. She moans softly, sitting up, but freezes in realization that she’s not in her own room. Beside her, Roman stirs.

“Oh, shit.” Gianna covers her mouth, glancing around to see her bra and thong alongside Roman’s clothes. “Oh… shit…”

Roman grunts as he opens his eyes. When he looks in her direction, his eyes widen. Gianna runs her hands through her hair not knowing how to start this conversation. That, and the fact, that she can’t get out of bed because she’s naked.

“G, baby, did we…” Roman sits up as she nods. “Oh, shit.”

Before anything else is said, Gianna bursts into a fit of laughter. She shakes her head at the scenario in front of them. Roman finally cracks a smile, running his hand down his face.

“Okay, I’m gonna get up and leave before anyone sees us.” Gianna slides out of the bed, finding her bra and Roman’s shirt. She turns to look at him before quietly exiting the room.

The living room, thankfully, is empty, but Jacob and Jey are passed out on the couch. Gianna tiptoes to the kitchen and starts the coffee. Anything can help with this hangover. When it is ready, she takes her coffee out by the pool. Her feet dangle as she thinks of the mess she’s put herself in now.

“There you are,” Naomi walks out in her bikini, taking a seat beside the younger woman. “You went missing last night.”

“I passed out in Roman’s bed, bless his heart.” Gianna smiles. “I need to lay off the Tequila sometimes.”

Naomi laughs, “Girl, I don’t think anyone here, beside me, can remember anything from last night.” She says then clears her throat. “So, how are things with you and Solo?”

Gianna sips her coffee slowly, “We’re good. He apologized and told me to get with Tama.”

“That’s good,”

For a long moment, neither one of them says anything. Gianna can only think about how she woke up in Roman’s bed. There’s no one she can confide in — as much as she loves Naomi, the information will eventually find itself being shared with Jimmy and it’ll make the rounds from there. She runs the risk of Solo and Tama finding out and that’s the last thing she wants.

“I’m gonna go shower the Tequila smell off of me, be back and we can swim?” Gianna starts to get up.

“I’ll be right here, G, I’ll save you a mimosa.”

Gianna winks as she enters the living room. Jey stirs on the couch, groaning loudly. She leans against the arm of the couch for a second.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty, coffee?”

Jey nods with his lopsided smile. “You’re my savior, G.” He scans her outfit then chuckles. “You don’t own pants?”

“Nope, but you can just say that my half naked body makes you horny.” She teases when he grabs the mug from her.

“Oh, that’s what you wanna hear?”

Gianna shrugs, lightly yawning with a stretch, purposely raising the shirt to give a glimpse of her ass. “Who knows, but you staring at my ass tells me more than anything else.” She winks.

“You play dirty,” Jey groans softly, leaning his head back.

“It’s the only way to play, Jey.”

Upstairs was quiet. Gianna found Tama asleep on bed, body horizontal. She slips into the shower and sighs under the warm water. Lost in her own thoughts, Gianna leans against the cool tiles, letting the water cascade down her body.

There are rarely moments that make Gianna stop and think. She’s always been the wild child, that’s what people love about her, the willingness to throw caution to the wind, party until the sun rises and not remember what happened the night before.

In her last relationship, she took precautions — too many precautions because her ex didn’t appreciate the wildness she brought along. Now, she’s not understanding why she’s acting out. Sleeping with Roman was never part of her plans, if anything, it almost concerns her. Yes, he’s the most attractive human on the planet, but it was never something she thought of.

The person she wants, she’s now realizing, doesn’t want her. Gianna is in love with her best friend, but he’s not in love with her. How was she supposed to deal with that?

Gianna doesn’t do well with unrequited love, it makes her crazy. It makes her act erratically. It’ll literally drive her insane.

“G, baby, that’s you?” Tama’s hoarse voice slices through the room. He opens the fogged shower door in nothing. “You doin’ okay?”

She looks at him for a moment then pulls him into the shower. Tama licks his lips as she presses him against the wall. Gianna runs his chest softly and slowly moves down until her hands wrap around his dick.

No, she’s not doing okay. But, when life gives you lemons: fuck.

one of my most hectic pieces of work. thanks for ignoring all my grammatical errors... i literally went to school for writing

but until next time... or until part two x

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You're My Problem // Tama Tonga x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hiiii, so idk how I feel about this honestly but I wanted to get my first Tama story out (we’re starving out here lol) and here’s what I came up with. Lmk if you have any recs for him, and as always, happy reading!!!

Plot -> You and Tama can’t stand each other. Locked in a room with him by force, will the two of you make up or will the hate continue?

Pairings -> Tama Tonga x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Cursing, Choking, Degradation, Oral Receiving (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Hair Pulling, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, MDNI

Word Count -> 2.4k

It was impossible to point to a specific incident that led to you and Tama despising each other so deeply, it seemed as if from the moment you met it was clear the two of you would never get along. You were assigned as a producer for the Bloodline storyline, which unfortunately meant that you were working closely with him every single week. None of the other members had a problem with you. In fact, they loved you, but Tama never shared that sentiment. So here you were in the Bloodline’s locker room trying to pitch the promo they’d be doing later in the night but, of course, Tama was being difficult as usual.

“You’re insufferable, you know that? I can’t even get this fuckin’ promo out without you bitching at me every five seconds. God, it’s like you do this shit on purpose-”

“Maybe you just don’t know how to do your fuckin’ job, you ever think of that, Y/N? Oh, I’m sorry, you’re never the problem, right? Shit goes sideways at least once a week but hey, it couldn’t possibly be Little Miss Perfect right?”

“Oh, so now you think you can tell me how to do my own job? I don’t see the other three struggling with it, so that would just narrow it down to you, right? You wanna talk about me not doing my job right, look in the mirror assho-”

“Both of you, please, shut the fuck up already. It’s every week with this shit, I’m fuckin’ tired of it. Can you just get along, for once?” Sefa groaned, clearly annoyed with the two of you constantly arguing.

“Well if she weren’t such a stuck up bitch then ma-”

“The fuck did you just call me?!” You stood from your seat at Tama’s words, instantly being provoked but was stopped by Sefa stepping in front of you, preventing you from getting in Tama’s face.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, enough. Both of you need to calm the fuck down-”

“Fuck you mean, ‘calm down’? Did you not just hear what he said? Now get outta my way so I can-”

“No, none of that shit. We got more important business to tend to. Y/N, your promo idea is great, like always. And Tama,” he looked in the Tongan’s direction, “that was fuckin’ uncalled for. I don’t give a fuck how much you don’t like her, callin’ her a bitch is not cool, uce. But both of you,” he pointed between the two of you, “need to figure out whatever this issue is. I can’t have y’all bitchin’ at each other all the time, shit’s annoying as hell. So you know what, I’ve got an idea…” Sefa trailed off. “Me, Jacob, and Tonga are gonna go talk to creative about some shit real quick, and you two,” he and the other two walked towards the door, “are gonna talk this shit out. And I’m not lettin’ y’all outta here until ‘til you do.” You and Tama both tried to say something to stop them but went ignored as Jacob, Tonga, and Sefa went out the door and closed it behind them, locking it in the process. You let out a huff of annoyance, slouching in your seat.

“You realize this is your fault, right?” You spoke out loud, not looking at Tama. “If you weren’t such a fuckin’ dick then we wouldn’t be here right now. Once again, you gotta fuck something up...”

Tama laughed obnoxiously, “My fault? Oh, don’t act all fuckin’ innocent here, Y/N. You know damn well you had just as much a part in this as I did. Don’t play all innocent now, Sefa ain’t here to defend you.”

You stood up abruptly, ignoring him as you walked to the door and tested the doorknob, finding it was indeed locked. “You’ve gotta be kidding… he fuckin’ locked us in here?!”

Tama stood up and walked over to the door, brushing by you to try the door himself. “There’s no way he did that shit, you’re just being fuckin’ dramatic,” he twisted the knob to also find it locked, you scoffing as he had to try it himself. You step to him, forcing him to look at you as you spoke.

“What the fuck is your issue, Tama? I don’t get it,” you asked, demanding an answer. “Like, what the fuck did I ever do to you? I tried being nice to you at first, I really did, but you’ve been such a fuckin’ prick ever since I met you that you’ve made that literally impossible.” Tama fumed as he pushed your back against the door, stepping dangerously close to you. Your mind felt dizzy as he stood over you, him peering down at you with his intense gaze. Your stomach had all of a sudden become a bundle of nerves as you watched his face, anxious of what he might say or do, but deep down there was a small part of you that enjoyed how intimidated you were by him. You hated how much you enjoyed this, trying desperately to put those thoughts to the side and forget about them completely, but he wouldn’t let you. His stare wouldn’t let you. The heat emanating from his body wouldn’t let you. And his next words certainly wouldn’t either.

“You wanna know what my problem is, Y/N? You. You’re my problem.”

“Well, no shit, I fuckin’ knew that dumba-” your words caught in your throat as he stepped impossibly closer and wrapped a hand around your neck, your bodies nearly touching. You gasped at the feeling and felt your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head, trying hard to maintain a level of self control under his touch.

“My problem is every time you talk back or insult me, I wanna shove my cock down your throat right then and there to shut you up.” He growled. “Been tryin’ so hard not to ruin you since the moment I met you, ‘s why I been actin’ like I can’t stand your ass. But the more bold you been gettin’ with me,” he leaned down to your ear, “the more I wanna fuck that attitude of yours right outta ya.” You bite your lip at his words, trying your best to suppress the moans that are daring to fall off your lips. Tama raises his head and meets your gaze once more, watching you try desperately to contain yourself underneath him. Your breath quickens as his eyes scan your features, looking for any sign of surrender to him. “Not so bold anymore, huh?” Your lip bite morphs into a smirk, finding your confidence at his teasing remark.

“You gonna sit here and continue to talk outta your ass, or you gonna man up and fuckin’ kiss me already?”

He chuckles lowly before smashing his lips to yours, the grip on your throat tightening and a moan swallowed by your lips coming from his mouth. You grab him by the shirt and pull him closer, craving his touch as your lips dance along his. He forces his tongue in your mouth, dominating it as his other hand grips your hip. Wetness begins to pool at your core, the overwhelming sexual desire between you two palpable as you both fight for dominance. The two of you switch positions; Tama’s back against the door as you separate. Your swollen lips paint a smirk as your hands travel to the hem of his shirt, tugging on the fabric and prompting him to remove it. The bulge in his pants is prominent, silently aching for you as your fingers dance along his waistline. Tama watches your actions- watches you toy with him.

“Y/N, if you don’t…”

“Don’t what? You were the one who called me a bitch earlier, might as well play the part…” you begin to back away from him but his hand grabs your wrist tightly and pulls you to him.

“I don’t think so,” his eyes darken as he speaks to you in a commanding tone. “Get on your knees.”

“Make me.”

Tama grabs your shoulders, shoving you down and undoing his pants to free himself. His cock hits his stomach as he pulls his boxers down, veins prominently detailing the thick shaft as precum leaks from the swollen tip. You look up at him through your lashes, Tama taking a mental picture of the sight of your doe eyes making eye contact with his. To him, the sight of you peering up at him with bruised lips, mere inches away from having your mouth on him was the sexiest thing he’s ever witnessed. You give him a wink and wrap your hand around him, spitting on his dick and slowly stroking it. He groans when you touch him, weaving his fingers into your hair. Your tongue slowly trails from base to tip, tracing the outlines of his veins and giving kitten licks to the swollen head, making him shiver.

“Mmm, fuck Y/N, quit teasin’,” he moaned, gripping your hair harder. You didn’t listen, continuing your actions until he tugs your head back to look at him, a gasp slipping from your mouth and allowing him to slide his tip inside. “You wanna play, huh? Fine by me, baby, let’s play.” He pushes your head slowly down his length, forcing you to relax your jaw and throat to open yourself up to him. You feel his cock hit the back of your throat and gag, eliciting a groan from him as your throat tightens around him. “Mmm, you think you’re so big and bad, ain’t so big now with this dick down your throat, huh?” You moan around his cock, your eyes watering as he thrusts himself in your mouth. He fucks your throat violently, his hips bucking at an unrelenting pace as tears stream your face and you choke on him. He pulls out, allowing you to catch your breath but continues to stroke himself as he looks down at you. “Look at you, you’re a mess. Such a fuckin’ slut f’me, chokin’ on my cock.” You whine at his words, you had never been one for name calling but the way it glided off his tongue made you weak in the knees. “Oh, you like that, huh? C’mere, you wanna be my slut so bad imma fuck you like one.” He lifts you back to your feet, kneeling down and taking off your bottoms, leaving you in your panties. He moves them to the side, collecting your wetness with his fingers. “Damn, baby girl, I did all this? You’re a fuckin’ mess for me,” he smirked.

“Tama, I swear to God…”

“Nah, you wanted to play earlier, remember? Now it’s my turn.”

“Tama…”

“Whatchu want, hmm? Imma need a little more convincing than that, sweetheart.” You whined and laid your head against the door, eyes gluing shut as his fingers teased close to your aching core but would never quite touch it.

“Please…” you mumbled softly.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What were you sayin’?” He smirked, loving how desperate you were for him.

“Fuck, Tama, please. Please, just fuckin’ touch me alre- oh fuckkk.” His tongue making contact with your dripping folds cut you short, your eyes rolling back as his tongue ravaged your pussy. He moaned as he lapped at you, the vibration sending chills throughout your body. He lifts his head and blows cool air on your clit before wrapping his lips around the swollen bud, making you cry out his name and tangle your hands in his hair. He continued to assault your pussy with his tongue, and it wasn’t long before your legs were shaking underneath him.

“S-shit, Tama I-” He stops his movements, slowly rising back to his feet and giving you a sinister look.

“Oh, you thought I was gonna let you cum so easily?” He turns you around, pressing your front against the cool surface of the door. “Nah, baby, you cum when I let you.” His tip pokes at your entrance before pushing its way in, the thickness of his cock filling you instantly. He places a hand on the side of your head, pushing it into the door as he pounds into you mercilessly. You moan his name loud, unable to control yourself as Tama fully dominates you.

“Fuckk, such a pretty lil’ slut f’me. Takin’ me so well.. you love this dick don’t you, baby girl? Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.” He continues to fuck you hard, your skin slapping echoing the room. “I- I, oh fuck, s-so good. I-”

“That’s it, mama, let the whole fuckin’ arena know who’s fuckin’ you this good.” He grabs your hair and pulls, arching your back and he slams his hips into you. You cry out his name, the new angle hitting your spot in all the right ways. You know you’re close- your pussy tightens around him and he groans. “Lost that attitude, didn’t you? All it took was to fill you full of good dick and you shut right up… fuck, baby, so fuckin’ tight f’me. Squeezing the fuck outta my dick. Keep that shit up and imma fill this pussy up.”

“P-please..”

“Oh, you dirty fuckin’ slut, you want that, don’t you?” You whimper in response. “Imma give that shit to you baby, gotta cum for me first. C’mon, ma, nut all over this dick.” His hips drive into you deeper than before, daring you to come undone, and you do. You cum hard, your vision turning white and your limbs shaking violently as you release all over him. Your pussy tightens one last time and Tama curses your name, snapping his hips into you and releasing deep inside your pussy. He stills inside you, allowing his cum to completely fill you as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. He plants kisses on the side of your neck, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. After a moment he pulls out of you, reaching down to your panties and moving them back in place, trapping his cum inside. You two rest for a moment, skin to skin as he holds you in his arms, the both of you stuck in a blissful trance until a loud knocking raps from the other side of the door.

“Aye, y’all make up yet? Got a segment to get ready for, we’re coming in.”

Shit.

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bloodlinesceo · 24 days ago

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Credits: WWE for the pic & @tsunami-of-tears & @strangergraphics-archive for the amazing dividers!

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Part 3 is out!

A/N: I couldn't find this song on Spotify 😭 & I thought this would be the perfect theme for this chapter. So I had to use a YouTube video.

Part 1 (if you haven't read it)

Pairings: Roman Reigns (Bf) x Fem! Reader

Tama Tonga (Ex) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Roman gets occupied when fans meet him & The Bloodline. However, Tama takes that as an opportunity to speak with you alone.

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Fluff, angst, swearing, stress ofc, emotional wreckage, dirty talk, mentions of sex, arguing, violence, past relationship, alcohol consumption & cheating mentioned. Non-consensual kissing. Past beef. The twins have no filter & Roman punishes them for it 😭 Tama is the villain in this, sorry Tama girlies. Not proofread!

Heads Up ‼️ This needed to be separate : Yandere Tama, he gets obsessive, delusional, aggressive & pushy. ( No r*pe it's wrong & I will never write that. Also respect wrestlers to not write that about them. It was tough to write Tama like this, cause we know he's bbygirl IRL).

WC: 3k

Tag list: @wishyouloveme @jstarr86 @reignsboy19 @yana3sworld @rose-bliss

(if anyone else wants to be on the tag list for the next upcoming chapters let me know!).

Of course this is written for fictional purposes only & is based on their characters, it does not depict who they are in real life. Respect to them & their families.

Enjoy ☝🏽

"So Uce, I'm thinking for our next merch, 'cause they the twos & we the ones?" Jimmy suggested to Roman. Roman nodded his head in agreement "I'm interested." "Who's they?" asked Solo furrowing his brows. Jimmy chuckled. "I hate you" scoffed Solo.

"What are we on about?" asked Jey taking a seat after returning from the restroom. "Merch ideas, thinking cause they the twos, and we the ones" said Jimmy, "yeet!" smiled Jey. "Which I don't approve of, so no yeet!" said Solo, Jey waved him off "our merch not yours, you don't have a say in this."

"Maybe I should get them to put yalls faces on it too!" teased Jimmy, "with an X on top" laughed Jey, high fiving his twin, only angering their little brother more. "Alright Jimmy & Jey, that's enough leave your baby brother alone" you laughed. "They're back" whispered Jacob. You looked at Roman, his expression changed from jovial to irritated seeing Tama & Loa coming back to the table, you kissed his cheek calming him down. They both sat down.

You rested your head on Roman's shoulder, and you swore at the corner of your eye you saw Tama looking at you both with a blank expression. You tried to not let it get to you. You hoped that he's probably moved on by now, and doesn't see you that way anymore, but when Roman mentioned about him looking at you, he probably hasn't. Roman rested his head on top of yours, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You were grateful that you found him. After joining WWE at the beginning of 2019, you met him when he returned in February & welcomed him back with open arms, praising him & his hard work & how much you look up to him. He was elated. You were immediately attracted to him by his warm & down to earth personality. He welcomed you to the company & wished you the best on your makeup career. He even brought the twins over to your studio to do some face paint on them for fun since they miss it like old times. Your friendship went on from there & then in 2021, that friendship grew into love & you both started dating. Like you mentioned to the 4 Fatus, it has been the best 3 years of your life, and you wouldn't trade it for the world, he is the man of your dreams. The light in your life.

"I love you RoRo" you said to the man above you. "I love you too babygirl" he smiled. "Thank you for bringing me out here & to the movies, definitely needed this break from school" you said. "Of course" he said "don't overstudy yourself, it's okay to have fun once in a while too, but also keep that focus. That hard work will pay off" You heard someone clear their throat, you looked towards Roman's side & saw Jey with his arms crossed.

"What?" you asked. "I'm sure Big Uce ain't the only one who took you out, who's idea was it? Especially The Waffle House treat" he said, Jimmy agreed with his younger twin "yeah, where's our thanks?" Roman laughed "give them their holy grail" "okay, thank you twins for taking me out too, to the movies & for organizing The Waffle House lunch. You two are the best, yeet" you praised. "Exactly!" said Jimmy. You looked over at Solo "and thank you & your Bloodline for joining us" you smiled, making Solo smile too. "Of course, missed you & wanted to see you." "We love you sis! Go get that degree!" exclaimed Jacob. "Now seeing us hopefully you're all charged up & ready to kick school's ass!" said Loa, making you nod. "Will do anything to see you happy" spoke up Tama.

Solo's smile immediately dropped, his eyes widened, he looked at Jacob & he shrugged taking another spoonful of his food. "I appreciate that Tama, thank you" you smiled, making him grin too. You felt Roman tense up, you squeezed his bicep for comfort.

"Big hug!" yelled Jimmy next to you wrapping his arms around you & resting his head on your shoulder. "Yeet!" said Jey hugging Roman on the other side. "Your twin cousins are crushing us" you said "I know" whispered Roman shaking his head. "Nice! Let's get this on camera!" said Solo taking his phone out & snapping a pic of you all. "I'll send that to you Y/N, it came out great!" he said.

"Thank you Solo, now Jimmy get off of me you're crushing my bicep!" you said trying to pry him off of you. "My skull's getting crushed" you whispered to Roman "sorry baby" he said lifting his head off of you. "It's okay, I don't mind getting crushed by you just not on my brain. I need that for school" you joked rubbing your neck.

"Here let me get that for you" said Roman massaging your neck. The pads of his fingers pressing against your neck felt so good. It's like he had healing powers. You couldn't help but let out a moan in content. "Geez, wait until y'all get home" cringed Jimmy, making you flick his forehead "ow! That's abuse!" he said rubbing his head. "Ohh Daddy that feels good" mimicked Jey in your voice. Roman forcefully pulled Jey's hood over his head forcing it down, with a smirk. "I can't see Uce!" he exclaimed fighting him with his arms. He finally let go, going back to massaging you. "Rude" scoffed Jey, "yup" responded Roman. "Look at them tag teaming on my annoying brothers, they're meant to be" smiled Solo, making Jacob nod in agreement.

Tama huffed in annoyance, "what happened?" asked Loa. He shook his head & looked somewhere else. Roman rubbing your neck reminded him of the time he did it to you after your shifts in New Japan Pro-Wrestling. Since there were times you'd be craning your neck down or up to put makeup on the wrestlers, it'd hurt. You'd come home & Tama would be the one to massage your neck hearing you groan & moan in satisfaction which made him move his lips onto your neck, leading to something more. Vice versa, you'd give him massages too after his long & brutal matches at times, he missed it all, he missed your touches.

After he was done, Roman whipped his phone out & texted the chat while you started talking to Solo.

Roman: @Jimmy @Jey What's with all the hugging & clinginess???

Jimmy: Hey! We meant that! We needed one big hug, especially you Uce! Turn that grumpy frown upside down.

Roman: @Jimmy stop trying to play therapist.

Jey: @Roman Tama got all lookie with Y/N again. Uce needed to cover her 👀

Roman: I knew it, it was all for show 😒

Jimmy: I mean a bit, but we still needed one big hug.

Roman: @Jimmy We're not the Teletubbies, we're leaving now. I've had enough of him.

Jacob: But I haven't finished!

Jey: @Jacob Damn, you eat slow.

Jimmy: @Roman Y/N needed that hug don't you think Uce? She looks much happier now!

Roman: You're right & that's all I want for her...is to be happy 🙂

Jimmy: Pretty Huuurtsss 🎶

Jey: We shine the light on whatever's worst 🎶

Roman: It's not karaoke night, stop it 🙄

Jacob: PERFECTION IS A DISEASE OF A NATION 🎶

Everyone: JACOB!

"Alright y'all, Y/N & I are gonna be heading home now. She's got stuff to do & so do I" said Roman standing up. You stood up with him wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulder. "We need rides back home, Uce!" said Jimmy, making him roll his eyes. "You & Jey paid the bill for the meals?" "yes Uce, but you owe us" said Jimmy. "I don't owe y'all anything, you chose to be mean to Y/N so you had to pay for it yourselves" said Roman. "Should've just kept your mouth shut" said Jey to Jimmy. "Told ya he got a big ass mouth why else do you think we don't tell him shit?" said Solo, making his big brother give him a dirty look. "Aww, come on Ro. It was just harmless joke! I make worse jokes to them" you said laughing. "Yeah, and our feelings get hurt sometimes" said Jey fake crying.

Some fans noticed The Bloodline & came up to take pics with them. "Sorry babygirl, you don't mind?" asked Roman looking at you sympathetically. "Of course not! I'm glad we had some quality time spent together" you said, pecking his lips making him smile. He grinned going up to meet the fans, same with the twins. Fans also came up to the new Bloodline too getting pics & autographs.

You told Jey you're gonna head to the restroom to freshen up & you'll be back, he nodded. You made your way towards the bathrooms what you didn't notice is Tama watching you leave. He saw that Roman was occupied & so were the twins, Solo, Jacob & his brother with fans. He quietly got up & snuck his way towards the restrooms following you.

You washed your hands, touched yourself up with your hair, makeup & perfume, freshened your breath with mouthwash & left the restroom. You walked 2 steps before you saw a figure in front of you, Tama. He had his arms crossed leaning against the wall, looking at you. Tight fitted black shirt, dark washed jeans, his gold chain dangling from his neck, you froze.

"Hey Tama" you said waving awkwardly at him. "Hey Y/N, long time huh?" he said smirking at you. "Yeah, it has been" you said awkwardly smiling at him. "I'll get out of your hair, you probably need to use the restroom room right? I'll see you later" you said trying to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist making you stop. "I don't need to use the restroom, I want to talk to you, but not here" he said. You started to shiver. You knew you should've went to the bathroom when Jey went, he would've been by your side coming out.

"That's nice Tama, but I really can't right now. Roman's probably waiting for me" you said.

"He's meeting fans right now & is caught up talking to them, we have time. Come on" he said taking your wrist & leading you out.

"Where are you taking me?" you said. He didn't respond, he lead you towards a patio outside which was on the side near the bathrooms. You tried to withdraw your hand from his,but he wouldn't budge. "I'm not going anywhere with you, let me go!" you nearly shouted. "Shhhh" he said putting his finger in front of his mouth. You felt butterflies in your stomach & disgust within you. "Listen, hear me out. It's been a while since we've last seen each other" he said playing with your fingers. You yanked your hand away from him, making him chuckle & raising his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I guess you're still upset with me" he said.

"Upset? I'm more than just upset with you Tama, you broke my heart, you cheated on me, treated me like an object. Did you really love me? Cause I don't think you ever did, I bet you wanted me for my body only" you fought. "That's a lie! I've always loved you ma chérie-" Don't you ever fucking call me that again!" you gritted through your teeth, cutting him off. "Ouch, okay, but still hear me out" he said. "What is there to hear out?" you questioned. "COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME TALK?!" he yelled. You were shaken up by his words & stopped. He saw fear within your eyes & regretted his tone.

"I'm sorry, but please listen to me. Yes, I did a horrible thing years ago when we dated & it was very low of me to do that. I never should've cheated on you & I don't know what came in my head to do that. Even the days I'd come home drunk, I know I get stressed out with work & being away from home, but drinking & begging sex from you were definitely not the ways to cope & looking back at it I'm so disgusted with my past actions. Hell, after you left I beat myself up for it so much. I was a fucking mess without you, you were the best I ever had. I loved you for who you were Y/N, your bubbly personality, your amazing makeup skills, especially the cheetah print face paint you did on me, I adore it so much when I look at those pictures & it reminds me of you, your smile every time I see you, how you were never afraid to speak your mind when you saw injustice, your style, your humbleness, the way you were like my personal cheerleader every time I had a match, the time we spent together-" "okay Tama" you interrupted him "I get it, but please get straight to the point" you said, he nodded.

"I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry for everything for making your life a living hell, for breaking your heart, giving you a hard time. I couldn't even look at myself after what I did to you. My brothers & The Bullet Club gave me an earful after what I did & I know I fucked up bad. I regret losing you & it hurts to live in a world where you hate me, I apologize so much. God, I'm so cruel, I let the best thing go" his eyes started to water up.

"Tama" you said sympathetically. "I don't know what to say..." you trailed. "Just forgive me, that's all I ask for" he pleaded. "Okay, I forgive you" you said, a small grin appeared on his teary face. "But I won't forget what you've done, you really hurt me. I had to risk my job because of this. You made it hard for me to believe in love again. You were not just a love to me but a friend whom I felt I could always confide in & vice versa & not only that you need to apologize to Roman too for the shit you said to him years ago. You can't be near me if you don't respect my man" you said. "I know & I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you. I'm a changed man now" he said. You raised your brow "huh? You mean make it up to us right? Me & Roman?" you said confused.

"No, give me one more chance, I promise you I won't let you down" he whispered taking a step towards you, making you take a step back. "I thought you said that all you wanted was to seek forgiveness? What's this now?" you questioned. "Yeah, that was to break the ice, but I want to give us another go. I'll treat you like a Queen Y/N" he stepped closer towards you. "Tama, you're getting too close" you panicked. He walked closer towards you, smirking.

"I can't get back with you, I'm dating Roman now & I'm happy with him. We're not letting each other go. You need to move on Tama, please. If I can, so can you. There are plenty of beautiful women out there who will love you. If you've changed, you'll do that & if you truly love me, you'll let me go" you said. "I don't want those women!" he snapped, making you jump. His voice softened "I want you. Why can't you see it Y/N? I miss you baby. I think about you every fucking day." "Please, stop. You need to move on! Roman's gonna be pissed if he sees us! And it's not gonna end well for you" you said creeped out.

"I don't care what Roman thinks, he's too busy with his fans to even care about you. That's your knight in shining armor?" See? I'm better. I could never abandon you like that bitch, baby" he chuckled, shaking his head. You slapped him across his cheek which echoed throughout the patio. He held his cheek, breathing heavily. "Don't you dare say another word against him, you fucking psycho!" you yelled with tears in your eyes. He looked at you through his lashes, stomped to you, pinning you against the outdoor brick wall of the restaurant, making you yelp. "The audacity you have" he chuckled darkly before turning serious, " I don't give a fuck though, it makes me want you even more."

"Get the fuck off of me, you sick freak!" you shouted attempting to push him off, but he was too strong. "You need me, you miss me, and I know you miss my touch, right my pretty little psycho?" He whispered into your ear nipping at your ear lobe. You pushed his head away. He cupped your face in his hands & crashed his lips against yours silencing your whimpers, he moaned in content finally tasting & feeling your lips after years of craving it.

TBC...

A/N: Feedback is appreciated!

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truefant4sy · 7 months ago

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Sum smutty goodness with Tama Tonga plz

again?

gif credit: @ohhtani

I GOT YOU BAE enjoy<3

warnings: unprotected sex, choking, daddy kink, spitting and squirting

"again" "one more" round after round he finally pulled out leaving a very tired and limp Honesty laying in the middle of the bed still on her stomach from their last position.

"Tama I'm so serious this time no more" honesty complained into the pillow "didn't you say that like 3 rounds ago?" he asked playfully "I did, and I mean it now" honesty told him trying her best to speak with a sore throat "yeah alright" he spoke sarcastically.

"Yeah, okay forget that could you like roll me over I can't breathe like this" she spoke, her body so limp and sore that she couldn't even build up the willpower to roll over to lay on her back "yeah I gotchu" his strong hands went under her stomach as he rolled her over to her back making her sigh in relief in finally being able to breathe.

He always got like this when he came back from his tight wrestling schedule.

"Better?" he asked her staring at her puffy brown face that now had the ruminates of her makeup that she had on when the first arrived home "what does it look like?" she asked him side eyeing him "who you talking to like that?" he asked her propping up on his elbow and giving her playfully mean stare.

"you." she replied smartly "alright again." he stated wasting no time sliding on top of her "I was kiddinggg I didn't mean it" she whined trying to move him, she didn't know if she would even be able to cum again "nah fuck that you already pissed me off" his hand wrapped around her throat tightly as he practically shoved his tongue in her mouth for her to suck on making her shiver.

As they kissed, she could feel him moving his hand away from her throat and underneath her legs to lift them up and put either leg on both sides of his broad brown shoulders,once he had her legs right where he wanted them.

He reached down to her puffy swollen clit and began rubbing at it making her pull away from the mean kisses and moan "shittt, i s-said no more" she tried her hardest to scold him, but it only fell on deaf ears "I'm tired of you thinking you just talk shit and get away with it mama" he replied deeply as the other hand groped at her hard nipples.

"m'sorry" she apologized but only got ignored as he slid two of his thick fingers inside her tired tight pussy making her squirm "stop all that moving" he slapped her clit as a warning to stop making her jump and moan "m'kay" her legs twitched as his fingers only went quicker and deeper into her bringing her right there to the edge.

then he stopped making her pout, but she knew if she complained it would be worse. the hand that had been playing with her pussy reached down to grab to his dick so he could spread his precum up and down it.

"shittt mama tell me you want this dick" he told her in that voice that always made her fold "I want it so bad daddy I need it now" she moaned bucking her hips down, once she felt his fat tip rubbing at her folds she shivered again "just put it in" she whined rubbing up and down his chest with her pretty long nails that were previously gripping at their black silk sheets.

"Shh Honesty jus wait" he cooed her before pushing the tip in making them both shake, once he fully put it all in her pussy was already squeezing around him his thrust went from slow to fast and powerful "oh my goddd you always fuck me so good daddy" her hands placed on his back as it flexed with every stroke "yeah baby? I know" he groaned at her dirty words and the sight of her titties bouncing with every thrust "you like when I fuck this pussy up huh? you a nasty lil bitch aint you?" and when she didn't answer question his large hand was wrapped around her throat again.

"fuckk yesyesyes I am daddy" she managed to get out before letting out another loud moan "open yo mouth I got something for you" he told her and of course she opened her mouth letting his spit fall into her mouth and on her tongue "sallow that shit" he demanded her his thrust never faltering once she swallowed it the hand around her throat tightened.

"you always talking shit look at yo ass now you know you wanted this dick again mama you know you did" she only nodded in agreement with his words "aw fuckkk i love this dick so much daddy I promise you I do" her eyes closed tightly as her stomach clenched up signaling her soon release "I know mama you take it like a good bitch" he groaned at the feeling of her gripping his dick so hard.

his hand reached down to start rubbing at her clit making her scream "fuckfuckfuck daddy no more no more please" her legs shook as her hands left his back and were clawing at the pillow her head laid on his hand gripped the back of her head pulling at her pretty lace front, she got done yesterday. which made her thank God her stylist uses a strong glue for her.

"Cum on this dick right fuckin now" he slapped her clit in between rubs she could feel her eyes cross as she squirted on him "oh my god daddy I'm fucking cumming shit shit shit" her moans loud which mixed in with the loud gushing of her pussy that sprayed down his dick and lower abdomen.

"Wet this dick up baby I'm boutta bust all up in this shit fuck" he groaned feeling his balls clench up hard "yes daddy cum in my fucking pussy it's all yours" she whined excited to feel the feeling of him feelings her up "fuckkk" she shouted as he busted into her pussy filling her up so much that it started to drip out and mix with the puddle she left underneath them.

once he pulled out, he slumped next to her.

"Again?" he asked her with that stupid smirk on his face.

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ccscocoapuffs · 6 months ago

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Can I request a Tama Tonga smut

Insatiable isn't the word to describe Tama's sex drive after matches. Hence why I find myself where I myself where I am now, underneath the fiend of a man while his relentless thrusting throws me into a rhythm of pleasure.

"You like that Princess? feels good huh, daddy's fat fucking cock rearranging your insides". I throw my head back in pleasure not only at the feeling of his cock thrusting so deeply but from the way he spoke to me in times like this.

Tama's hand came up and wrapped around my throat as he continued to speak "Can I taste you My love?, lemme taste that perfect pussy" "Fuck...yes please Tama". I couldn't help but acknowledge the devilish smirk that appeared on his face as he pulled out of me and leaned his head down to my soaking heat.

"I can smell how fucking wet you are baby" "Tama...please" "Patience, Kitty cat, let daddy take his time with you". He stuck his tongue out giving my clit a soft lick as I moaned out his name. "Good girl, kitty cat".

Tama's mouth latched onto my pussy as he sucked and swirled his tongue relentlessly inside of my soaking hole. His deep growls only turned me on more as he began to push a finger inside of me.

"Holy fuck...right there, Daddy! right there !" "Shhhhh, daddy knows what he's doing, I don't need you telling me, kitten, I know where to touch you, understand?". I couldn't form words as he curled his fingers right into my G-spot perfectly.

"I asked you a question!" "Yes I understand, daddy, I promise" "Good girl". Tama dived back into his relentless pleasure he was giving to my now aching pussy as I wrapped my hands into his hair and pulled tightly on the dark hair that adorned his head.

"I'm gonna cum....fuck tama, im cumming!" He looked up and locked eyes with me for a moment as I threw my head back at the intense orgasm now rushing through my body. I couldn't help but whine when I felt him pull his fingers out of my now sopping wet pussy and begin to suck the wetness off of them into his mouth. "You ready for this cock again baby?, ready for me to fill you up?".

Tama leaned down and let out a deep guttural growl in my ear as I closed my eyes at the feeling of his hot breath against the nape of my neck. "Mmmmmm, Tama, please fuck me" "With Pleasure, Princess"

I moaned out as I waited for Tama to enter back inside of me though the feeling never came as I squirmed on the bed that for some reason had now became uncomfortable. I groaned in annoyance as I felt the strangled pull from a dream I had found so sweet.

I opened my eyes to be greeted with the walls of the bloodline dressing room. "Fucking fantastic" I sat up on the couch rubbing the sleep from my eyes in the frustrated state I awoke in from yet another wet dream of Tama.

As my eyes focused I looked across the room to see a very shocked and red faced Jacob Fatu. "Hey.." "Oh god, how long have you been here?!?" "long enough to figure you have a bit of a crush on Tama" "Oh god, I'm leaving, I can never look you i the eyes again".

I quickly gathered my things as I now had to live with the embarrassment of what Jacob had walked in on. I heard Jacob shout loudly behind me as I quickly walked throughout the hallway in hopes of reaching my car before anyone else say me in my horribly embarrassed state. "If it makes you feel any better, I think he like you too!" I turned back down and yelled back at the man, I had come to know as a friend in the past few weeks "Shut Up Jacob!".

"What'd he do?" I turned back around to be greeted with the sight of Tama, Solo, and Tonga. I quickly push past them and continued my quick paced walk to my car.

"The hell you say to her?" "She had a um..dream about Tama and I sorta walked in while she was napping". "See this is why we tell you stop showing up so damn early". Tonga simply looked at Solo and Jacob as the two bickered and rolled his eyes before turning to Tama. "Go talk to that poor girl, and ask her out finally". Tama let out at grunt as me turned a slight shade of red and began walking in the same direction in which you had went moments before.

As he walked away he couldn't help but hear the shout of Jacob down the hall "Don't worry I'm sure she'll say yes! wear protction though!" . Tama rolled his eyes as he continued walking "Idiot".

A/N: I hope this is okay, i haven't done much writing for Tama but based on the requests I'm getting there's gonna be a lot more of him Lmao. I also haven't wrote an actually story in quite a while as well so it felt good to get back into writing more in depth things.

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jstarr86 · 6 months ago

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Credit to this fine ass muse and the idea randomly stumbling upon those gifs from night one of making Heymans nightmares.

She stood leaning one arm on the counter as she leaned towards the mirror trying to finish her makeup. Her half of the duel sink of the bathroom a cluttered mess of various hair and makeup items she’d used the past two hours while getting ready. She heard footsteps and felt the heat from his body. Bare feet basketball shorts, no shirt. She looked at him in the mirror as his head tilted and his dark eyes trailed over her frame

“Where you goin?” He gruffly asked. Voice a bit lower than normal.

“Out with a few of the girls, Rona invited me out.”

“Whatchu wearin?”

“My dress.”

“I know damn well you don’t think what you got on is a dress.” She rolled her eyes at him as he spoke and continued to line her lips. Nothing that different from her day to day, just a bit more sultry and smoky. His head tilted again as he looked her over. He wasn’t very happy that much was written in his body language, and she wasn't gonna lie and say him acting territorial and a bit jealous wasn’t sexy it was because he normally didn’t. Occasionally if a guy pushed up on her he’d do the normal can I help you shit or walk up and kiss her or something but never like this never a you can’t wear that. If anything his ego liked showing her off

“Yup.” She replied leaning back and slowly cleaning up the mess she’d made. She put everything up and grabbed perfume, one of the ones he liked the most. She watched his face twist up a bit as he sniffed the air.

“You wearing that perfume.” He grunted. She smirked shaking her head stepping around him and out of the bathroom stopping at the closet walking in her half as she grabbed the shoes she’d wanted to wear, a pair of strappy heels. She slipped them on bending and wrapping the band around her calf as she tied it hearing him behind her “you not going out looking like that.”

“I’m a grown woman.”

“Yeah you grown but you ain’t fixin walk out the door in that.”

“And exactly how is that for one and two you not gonna stop me three you ain’t my daddy and four I’m goin.” She went to move when his hand gripping her bicep in a firm yet gentle manner stopped her. eyes rising to meet his, an intensity in his eyes the small dark smirk sexy as fuck but that sent a shudder down her spine. Him looking all of the intimidating that he did week in and week out for work, only this time that predatory gaze was directed to her and it definitely had her feeling some kind of way. I

“You not leaving in that.”

“I’m going out, I'll be back later.” She challenged defiantly. He tilted his head looking over her, her bottom lip going between her teeth. She grabbed her purse and went to step around him when his hand stopped her making her head tilt as her eyes ran up his torso, his dyed beard those plump lips into those intense ass dark brown eyes that bore into hers anger and frustration in his face and eyes.

“You forget you not single anymore.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically holding up her left hand, the ring on her finger catching in the light.

“Does it look like I forgot I’m not single.” She gasped as she tried to move and got pressed into the wall, his hand against her collar bone and lightly on her neck.

“Now ain’t the time to be a smartass.”

“I know it’s the time for me to be leaving.” She pushed him as she walked out of the closet but shrieked as she was shoved towards their bed where she fell catching herself on her hands, his hand in her back keeping her down. “Man move.”

“You heard me.” She gasped when he roughly smacked her ass hands roughly rubbing the spot after. He muttered something but she couldn’t make it out; she couldn’t speak Tongan. A couple words or phrases but no where near the fluidity he could after all it was his first language. His fingers running up the back of her thigh until he reached the hem of the dress pushing it up over her ass as she heard him all but growl his hand grabbing a handful of her ass as he roughly kneaded the flesh. “Ass practically hanging out.” She moaned softly biting her lip as she moved her head glancing back at him a cocky smirk on his face, eyebrows knitted together, he was pissed but turned on. His fingers ghosting over the lace, that she knew was dampening by the minute with his aggression. He chuckled his eyes meeting hers, the annoyance clouded with lust. “Should’ve taken you while your sexy ass was bent over the counter.” She took a breathe as her mind betrayed her showing a mental image of him having her bent over their bathroom sink watching him in the mirror as he brought them both to ecstasy making her watch every little thing he was doing to her. Her hand hitting the mirror and sliding as she looked for something to ground her as he tried to put her into another world. It sounded sexy as fuck. “Wet as hell guess you liked that hmm.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She gasped as he slid inside her suddenly. When the hell did he even lower the shorts or boxer briefs enough.

“I’d tell you to shut up but I like the noises you make.” He grunted. The man fucked good, really good. Honestly it was more than good, always had been. He was the kind of man that had a woman worshiping whatever would listen after he dicked you down. Each stroke hitting her gspot and she swore she could feel him in her stomach that coupled with the way his hips rolled, he was going to make her cum so fast. His hand holding her hip one sliding up her back and holding her shoulder as his thrusts grew in power, where was the guy with the mortal Kombat voice ‘finish her’ cause this man was hitting all kinds of fatalities on the pussy. She moved her hand back trying to push his stomach to get him to ease up, her body overloading as she tried to find a way to fight off what he was making her feel. “Move ya damn hand.”

“Baby.” She whined

“Move ya-�� he stopped talking grabbing her wrist and pinning her arm behind her back as he used it as leverage.

“Ughh mmmm.” She moaned out

“Not so cute now with ya smartass are ya.” He grunted out between thrust. His hand moving from her shoulder and to her throat as he leaned her back against him. Thank god she was in heels cause other wise she don’t think she’d bend the way he currently had her arched back into him. “You sound so pretty moaning for me.”

“Baby.”

“Nah ain’t no baby. You gonna take all this dick like you was talkin all that shit.”

“Fuck.” She moaned out. Her free hand grabbing his forearm that was between her chest. Something to ground her and if it wasn’t him she’d be worried about falling or something but she knew in his arms she was safe.

“Feel so fucking good. You gonna cum.”

“Tama.” She hissed as he hit her ass hating when she said his ring name, she’d do it just to annoy him sometimes. His action made her moan out his cocky chuckle reverberating in her ear.

“What you call me.”

“I-mmmm fuck.”

“Yeah you did this just so I’d ravage ya ass hmm. Needed daddy hit that shit right.”

“Daddy.” She whined out her body shaking. He grunted straining and she felt his hand tighten slightly.

“Fuck.” He grunted “cummin all in daddy’s dick hmm, what you thinkin you bout honoring that and have every man all over you. Gonna have me killin a man.” His hips slamming into her a hard grind extenuating his thrust and letting her feel all of him every inch and vein as he laid claim to her body. Trying to put a new meaning to the term rearrange your guys because right now it felt like he was doing just that and so much more. Something that felt damn near foreign between work and parenthood. It seemed like either it was a quickie and a stolen moment or they’d be interrupted if they even made it that far. She tried to press back against him but he damn near made it impossible “feel so good around me.” She came shaking but he didn’t stop, if anything her orgasm seemed to fuel him as he pounded into her harder and faster sending her sensitive body into overdrive. She practically collapsed on the bed as he roughly fucked her into another orgasm before rolling her over. She knew she had to look fucked out hair a mess and she probably had mascara at the least running down her face.

“Pate.”

“I like the dress but you can’t wear that without me.” He tugged it mouth finding her nipples as he slid back inside her as she gasped her nails raking his chest as he bent forward her legs going over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Like he was branding her pussy with his dick

“Shit maybe I should dress like that more if this is what I get- shit.” She yelled out as he moved his head biting the inside of her thigh.

“I fuck you feel my so good you gonna cum again baby.”

“Yes!” Her head fell back as she arched into him “Alipate.” She moaned out in a drawn out moan as she came her nails raking down his back as he grunted in pain his hips moving faster as he chased his own nut

“Fuck take this dick.”

“Ahh.” She moaned out again his orgasm making a mini one slam into her, his head in her neck kissing and sucking gently. His hips slowing in their movements.

“You ok.”

“Mm fuck I hate you.” She laughed out

“Nah you dont. You love daddy and his dick.” She rolled her eyes as he moved them to lay better in the bed. She sat up tossing the dress that had been bunched around her waist. Her phone ringing in her purse, easily Sarona or one of the girls seeing where she was. He leaned over grabbing it as he held her ankle untying the heels on ger feet before dropping them on the floor.

“Hello, yeah she here. Nah she ain’t coming nowhere tonight. What you mean why? Yeah I’m serious she’s got a date with my dick she can have girls night some other night.” He hung up tossing the phone and laying with her

“You didn’t just say that.”

“I did and it’s true. You still wanna go.”

“No.” She replied yawning as he smirked

“Yeah done knocked that ass out with the dick.”

“You didn’t win this argument.” She muttered, closing her eyes. His fingers trailing her spine and his heartbeat in her ear was making her sleepy.

“Oh I definitely won.” He replied kissing her head as his free hand cradled her thigh to him as he let himself fall asleep satisfied he’d gotten his way and her to himself. The red dress that drove him insane a heap of clothing on the floor he’d pick up when he woke up but not until after he had her again

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3eyesdivine · 7 months ago

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Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary.

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man?

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client.

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario.

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment. "You good?"

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots.

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy.

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him.

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock.

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement.

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss.

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface.

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo.

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so.

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew.

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came.

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong.

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her. "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need.

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist.

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms.

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face.

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office.

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starlightsreigns · 4 months ago

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last time i saw you | t. tonga

summary: ryan wasn't sure she'd work in the same company with tama ever again, yet, here they are and they have a lot of making up to do.

warning: smut + f oral - mdni!

word count: 3.7k

author's note: i want him so bad it hurts. more tama content to please my heart tbh. as usual ignore the errors. thanks to everyone who voted for this one. x

Ryan brushes her hair back, slicking her curly hair into a hair clip. She glances at the TV screen for a moment, catching a glimpse of The Bloodline making their entrance, sans the Tribal Chief. Her attention is captured by the locker room door as it opens, revealing Naomi.

“Hey girl, you still in here?” Naomi smiles, making a beeline for her suitcase.

Ryan rolls her eyes, “this weather is shit and fucked up my hair.”

“Black women and the heat, always at odds.”

The sound of the building shaking caught both of their attention. Ryan and Naomi turn to look at the TV screen, watching as Jimmy is attacked, but something catches her attention. A figure that she feels like she knows all too well. Naomi steps closer to the screen with a gasp falling from her lips then covers her mouth to look at Ryan.

“Ry,” Naomi breaths.

“That’s Tama Tonga!” The commentator's words ring in Ryan’s ear.

She turns away from the screen, tossing her stuff back into her duffle and straightening herself out. Naomi doesn’t say much else as she preps for their match later in the night. Ryan finally smiles, opening the locker room door.

“See you later, Trin? I have someone I need to go cuss out.”

Naomi nods, “Good luck girl.”

It felt like a million years, the walk from the locker room to the guerilla, and with every single step, Ryan could feel her heart descend deeper and deeper into her stomach. Once she’s there, she finds herself in a meaningless conversation so she wouldn’t look so awkward. Ryan twirls her heeled foot, staring down at the ground.

Yet, without having to look up, Ryan knew the moment he came from the curtains. The energy in the room shifted, became warmer. She stands up straight, impatiently waiting for him to make his way across the room. When their eyes meet, Tama nearly froze, unable to continue the conversations he found himself in, constantly glancing to where she stood.

Her heart feels heavy when he finally slaps a hand on solo’s shoulder, making his way to where she stood. ryan’s eyes trains on his until he’s directly in front of her. for a moment, neither one of them knows how to start the conversation. ryan knew she was upset, but now as he stands in front of her, she couldn’t muster enough energy to be pissed.

“so, congratulations are in order.” ryan starts, unable to say anything else for a moment.

tama smiles, “thank you, ryan, it’s good to see you again.”

“Is it good to see me?” She asks softly, watching the way his hand reaches out to her waist before he brings it back down. “haven’t heard from you in…”

“i’m sorry, i should’ve called.” tama nods.

ryan hums then turns to walk out of the guerilla and down the hallway. she doesn’t need to look to know that tama is close behind. he doesn’t say anything for a moment as they lazily make their way around. she glances at him, taking in the fact that he was still shirtless. tama smirks when he catches her which only makes ryan roll her eyes.

“you know, i’m so angry with you.” ryan whispers as they enter an empty hallway.

it was quiet, they had silently walked way past all the cameras and the production assistants running around. it was quiet, just them. it was a narrow corridor, the both of them leaning against opposite walls, eyes on each other.

“i know you’re mad, ryan, and i get it.” tama stares at the ground for a moment. “i was a piece of shit for letting you walk away all them years ago and not fighting for you.”

she shakes her head, “you didn’t have to fight for me, i just wanted you to…” ryan tries to find the right work as she crosses her legs. “i don’t know, i just thought we had a friendship that could outlast us sleeping together.”

they return to a brief moment of silence. ryan plays with the helm of her short skirt, lost in her own thoughts. yet, tama hasn’t been able to take his eyes from her body. the way ryan was deep in thought, that faraway look in her eyes, made him want to know what she was thinking. he took note of the new tattoos on her arms, the finger on her skirt and how short it was, and finally her smooth legs that seemed to go on forever; crossed at the ankles as she wore her infamous chunky heels.

ryan looks up, finally breaking from her thoughts. she cocks her head to the side as she watches tama, then kicks her feet up to get his attention.

“i’m happy you’re here,” she smiles faintly. “i thought i’d hit you or cuss you out, but here we are.” ryan kicks off, stepping closer to him.

“you don’t hate me no more?” tama chuckles, taking the opportunity to rest his hand on her back to pull her closer. “because ever since i signed that contract i’ve thought about seeing you again.”

“because meeting me was the best thing to ever happen to you?” ryan teases, resting a hand on his chest to keep the space. when tama nods, she laughs. “and no, i don’t hate you, tama, you know how i feel about you.”

without another word, ryan turns to leave. she glances back at him with a smile before turning the corner. the smile on her face never leaving. He’s back, they’re back.

ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ

ryan slams down the trunk of her rental, turning to see solo making his way through the garage. when he spots her, the brightest smile sreads over his face. Surprinsngly, they haven’t seen each other often since the start of wrestlemania season, they found themselves running around in different directions trying to get shit done.

“ry ry, how are you?” solo stops beside her, pulling her into a hug. “you ridin’ by yourself?”

“yeah, just for tonight, and your segment was so good.”

she and solo go back and forth for a moment. ryan glances over to her left, seeing tama head towards them. she tries to zone back into the conversation, but it was already too late and she couldn’t remember what the hell solo was talking about in the first place.

“hey man, you ready?” tama calls out.

when tama is beside them, solo snaps his finger suddenly. Tama and ryan glance at each other confused then look back at solo.

“she gotta drive by herself, man, tama go with her.” solo offers.

ryan shoots him a quick look before she laughs. “he doesn’t have to do that, solo, i’ll be okay baby.”

tama clocks the ‘baby’, quickly looking between them both before he shakes his head. “nah it’s alright, can i ride with you, ry?” he steps up to block solo. “i know you hate driving.”

it wasn’t much of a conversation afterwards. ryan found herself in the passenger seat, one leg up against the door as she types out a message. she didn’t know how to feel being stuck in a car with tama so soon. they have two years of separation to make up.

“who do you usually ride with?” tama asks.

ryan looks up, “austin theory.” and there it is.

a look passes on tama’s face, one she knew was coming the second a guys name was to pass her lips. he was always jealous, sometimes more than was needed in a situation. he’d always say he couldn’t help it, but she knew that’s what fueled his passion and he’d never work on it. ryan found it endearing at times that he wanted to be the only she’d ask for help or ever need, but he wasn’t around.

“you two a thing?” he probes further.

“if we were a thing, i’d be riding with him right now.” ryan sighs, catching the glare he sends her. “don’t start that shit with me right now.”

tama chuckles, “i’m not startin’ nothing, ry, it was a question.”

ryan licks her lip as she stares out the window. they argue, something about them both being air signs, at least that’s what finn said one time. them being hard-headed only caused strong willed debates. after a while, ryan shifted to face him.

“tell me, why didn’t you call when i left japan? we spent two weeks together, you said you loved me, then i got on that plane and i didn’t hear from you for a month until you sent that text.”

before wwe, ryan spent some time at njpw. it wasn’t the easiest transition, and she met tama night one. he was a sweetheart and they became friends immediately, nothing more, just two people who understood each other. that’s how it was for years. for four years, they worked alongside each other, getting to know one another. then, she left for wwe and their relationship mainly stayed the same. even though they were on opposite sides of the world, they spoke on the phone and made it their mission to visit each other when they could.

a year after she left, she took a trip to japan that seemingly changed everything. as usual, ryan stayed at his place. the third night of the trip was interesting. they went out for dinner, got drunk, and made it back to his place where they crashed on the couch. they cuddled with a movie playing, like every time before, but there was something different in the way her caressed her back and the way his breathing and heart beat quickened when they made eye contact. it was just… different.

tama glances at ryan, “i was worried i fucked thing up between us.”

a month after ryan left japan, she finally received a text from tama. she had called and texted several times since she left. she should’ve been mad, and for a while she was, but there was an understanding that they lived in different continents. it was never going to work. it couldn’t work.

i’m sorry, ry, i love you. i just want you to succeed where you are. don’t hate me. japan to florida isn’t fair on you.

“you should’ve called, it wasn’t fair that you sent a fucking text to me, someone you’ve known so long.” ryan shrugs. “we fucked, it was a long time coming, you didn’t have to worry about hurting me.”

tama chuckles, “long time coming?”

“yeah,” ryan laughs, picking at her nails. “you couldn’t resist me, it was only a matter of time.” she jokes.

“then i have a question for you,” tama clear his throat. “do you love me?”

ryan avoids his gaze for a moment, “that’s a question.” she murmurs then looks at him. “of course i do cause we’ve known each other too long for me not to still love you.”

“is it romantic, ryan?” he clarifies. “because i still love you, a lot.”

“yes tama, i love you.” ryan answers quietly.

no amount of time would’ve changed that. no other relationship really changed that.

“another question?” tama quips. ryan nods slowly. “you and theory? what was that?”

ryan closes her eyes for a moment. she knew he wouldn’t let that go. of course her and theory were kind of a thing. they weren’t dating and it wasn’t really a situationship either. they were friends who occasionally hooked up. ryan knew that tama knew what it was, he just wanted it to come from her mouth.

“tama, please, can we drop it?” ryan begs, reaching out to touch his hand. “you don’t have to think about that.”

thankfully, he dropped it. they sit and listen to music, allowing them to sit in their own thoughts. when they made it to the hotel, ryan stretched as she shut the car door. tama unloaded the suitcases, but stops after shutting the trunk.

tama walks up to ryan, blocking her between his body and the car. she looks up at him confused, as he leans in. he meets her eyes, closing some more of the space between them. ryan smiles nervously.

“tama, what?”

“i’ve thought about this, about you for too long and now you’re right in front of me.” her murmurs, his lips brush over her. “i’ve missed you so much.”

ryan closes the space between them, pressing her lips against his. she wanted to throw caution to the wind, not really caring about anything else but the fact that he was there. tama wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground as he twisted her legs around him. the kiss was messy, and eager.

“say it,” tama whispers between their lips. “please, say it.”

“i love you,” ryan breath as their foreheads press against each other. “I’m not sleepin’ with you tonight, alipate.”

tama laughs, “I know you ry, come on.” her takes her hand. “But i expect you to cuddle me.”

ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ

ryan was first to wake up. she was still on her side with tama’s arm around her. she yawns softly as he rustles, falling onto his back. she sits up, looking back at him through her sleepy gaze. ryan leans down, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. he was always a light sleeper, and when tama smiles, she knows that he's slightly awake.

“i miss waking up to you,” his voice is deep and groggy. tama’s eyes are still closed but he grabs her and pulls her on top of him. “i wanna stay here with you.”

“circa japan three years ago? in bed all day, just us and several meals?” ryan laughs as she massages his chest. “no work and all play.”

tama chuckles and flips them around. she’s pressed into the mattress while he’s laying between her spread legs. tama wraps his arms around her waist, resting his head on her stomach. ryan runs her fingers through his hair. she shudders feeling tama press kisses on her exposed stomach. the t-shirt she was wearing rode up past her belly button. the wet kisses start to trail down to her thighs.

her phone ringing doesn’t stop tama as she reaches over to the bedside table. ryan glances at the caller ID before answering the phone.

“hey austin,” ryan answers, catching tama’s steely glaze. “a workout out this earlier is crazy.”

his anger felt warm to the touch. ryan sucks in a breath as he sucked her inner thigh, using his hand to grip the other. tama’s eyes never leaves hers as she tries to continue the conversation, causing her mouth to fall open when he moved her thong to the side, dipping his tongue deep inside of her.

“hang up the phone,” tama growls under his breath. “now.”

ryan tries to clench her thighs together, but he pushes them open, sucking roughly on sensitive bud making her shut her eyes tightly. the softest moan falls from her lips.

“i’ll call you later, austin, i need…” ryan sucks a breath in. “i need to go.”

it takes everything in ryan not to toss her phone across the room after hanging up. she grips the sheets as tama pushes two fingers into her, pumping in and out, not giving her a chance to adjust.

“don’t do that shit again, ryan.” he mutters briefly, attacking her clit again.

choruses of fuck and shit tumble from her lips. ryan arches her back off the bed, feeling the knots in her stomach. tama doesn’t let up, even when her legs start to shake and she’s presses her eyes shut.

“look at me, baby.” he goads until her hooded eyes meets his. “Come for me, ry.”

The wave of ecstasy washes over her causing her body to tense up. When she finally relaxes, she lets go og her grip on the sheets. Tama peppers kisses on her collarbone as she catches her breath.

“i hate you,” ryan murmurs.

Tama laughs as he caresses her shoulder, “I know.”

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Not sleeping with Tama is becoming a challenge for Ryan. Every single day that passes feels like a fight, but she wanted to stand her ground and work out the kinks in their relationship before crossing that line again, but everything turned her on - the way he says her name, the way he’s always shirtless in the ring, those weird noises he makes on camera, and simply how he looks at her. She stopped messing with Austin weeks ago, but about now she was regretting not having one more hook-up to get her through this drought.

Ryan sets the barbell down at the end of her workout. Tama was across the room finishing up and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his shirtless body. She slides her headphones of her head and makes her way towards him. Her hormones were in hell and she’s so thankful for her home gym in that moment.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” Ryan leans against the mirror, eyes on his chest. “I can buy you some if you need it.”

Tama chuckles, “I’m doin’ this for you, baby.” He steps closer to her. “You don’t like it?”

Ryan wraps her arm around his waist and runs her fingers through his hair, “I miss the long hair.”

“You want me to grow it back out?” He asks in a whisper, peering into her eyes.

They stand there together in silence for a moment, the tension felt palpable, and their breathing slowly slowed to match the other. Ryan feels the way his finger massages circles on her back. She plants a kiss on his chin.

“Wanna go upstairs?” Ryan asks while interlocking their fingers.

Tama searches her eyes, “You tired?”

Ryan shakes her head, “Not at all.”

Ryan wraps her hair up as she enters her bathroom. She quickly turns on the water in the shower and starts to strip out of her clothes. Once the steam fills the room she steps in, sighing as the tension in her body melts away. Ryan can hear Tama walk into the bathroom, rustling around before he steps in behind her.

“Come here,” He pulls her from her waist against his body. “What’s up with you, Ry?”

“Nothin’,” Ryan laughs, lathering her body with soap.

Tama follows suit. They rinse off while staring at each other. Ryan can’t help the laugh that falls from her lips as they finish their shower, but continue to waste water just hugged up. Tama kisses down her neck, holding her tightly as if he didn’t want her to run away.

“You’re gonna wet my hair, Tama, c’mon,” Ryan complains softly as he moves her towards the wall.

“I like your curly hair anyways,” He mutters before connecting their lips.

Ryan groans when he lifts her into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist. The kiss deepens until they forgot they were in the shower. She can feel the water weighing down her hair as Tama presses her back into the wall. His erection firmly against her stomach. He positions his tip at her entrance, waiting for a second.

“C’mon, baby,” Ryan begs.

When Tama pushes into her, Ryan rests her head on the wall as a moan falls from her lips. She grips his shoulders as he gets into a rhythm. He can’t help but keep his eyes on hers, drunk on the pleasure on her face. He finally buries his face in her neck as he continues his assault, grunting alongside her moans. Ryan has no other thoughts in her brain other than how much she’s missed this - missed him.

His tongue swirled around on her neck, sucking in one spot that she was sure would leave a hickey.

“I’ve missed this so much,” Tama breathed out against her skin, picking up his speed, and slamming into her as she leaned against him helplessly.

Ryan’s walls squeezed around his dick, trying to keep a scream from escaping her throat. “Fuck, so good.” she moaned in his ear, scratching at his chest. “So good.” She repeated the only words left in her brain.

Her mind was completely clouded like the steam that now blinded her vision. Tama’s moans only caressed her senses and plunged her deeper into the moment, making their now warm and sticky bodies sound louder. His balls smacked against her ass, echoing through the bathroom. Ryan yelps when his hand smacks her ass and she meets his lust-filled gaze.

“Say my name, baby.” His voice is deeper than usual, sweat glistening on his forehead with his inhuman pace, filling her deep into her gut.

“Tama, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Ryan whispers, lightheaded and barely able to let out.

Her body felt weak but the electricity coursing through her from his strokes. They know each other’s bodies well at this point. Ryan bites her lip as his hips buck into her and the strokes become messy, hitting her G-spot over and over again. She screams in pleasure, knowing that her climax is at bay.

“Come for me, Ry, all over this dick.” He purrs into her ear.

Ryan’s vision is blurry, all of her senses are heightened - her body spasms and she clenches her walls tighter than Tama has ever felt before. She came so hard on his dick, she couldn’t hear anything but a ringing sound and her heavy breathing. The warmth spread in her lower back and her body fell limp against him. Tama let out a grunt then a moan as he stilled inside of her, pumping her full with his seed.

They take a moment to just look at each other like lovesick fools like they had physical hearts in their eyes. Ryan caresses his face tenderly making him mimic her actions. It felt like everything was perfect between them again - this is what they needed. All the tension from the past few weeks made this moment all that special.

“You’re strong as hell,” Ryan laughs weakly as her feet finally touches the ground.

Tama turns off the water and then kisses her, “all for you.” He pulls away to look at her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Ryan kisses his shoulder.

They wrap towels around themselves after stepping out of the shower and head into the bathroom. Ryan runs her fingers through her hair but can feel Tama closely behind her. He rests his chin on her shoulder, pulling on her towel.

“Round two… you know, just for good luck?” He bites her ear softly.

Ryan turns with a smile, “yeah, for good luck.”

this has been a wip for so long, so im excited it's finally done! also, very insufferable when it comes to tama! x

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #tama tonga x reader #tama tonga fanfiction #tama tonga imagine #tama tonga smut #tama tonga #tama tonga x oc #the bloodline #the bloodline wwe

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usomads · 29 days ago

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I love your work. I know you’re not currently taking a request for them but would you ever consider writing for Tama or Tonga Loa??

hiiii, thank you i appreciate that 🖤

i'm not sure on tonga yet but i've gotten quite a few people asking me if i'm gonna write for tama, and so i'll probably start doing that shortly 🤭 dw i'll make a post when i open requests up for him hehehe

#wwe imagine #wwe smut #tama tonga #tama tonga x reader #tama tonga fanfiction #the bloodline #tonga loa

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bloodlinesceo · 23 days ago

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Hi Angels!

It's been long due for me to make a masterlist for my works so far, so here it is! Credit to @strangergraphics for the cute oceanic masterlist nameplate & @enchanthings for the cute waves dividers! 🌊

All wrestlers' nameplates below are made by moi, if you do use them which I highly doubt since I half assed some of these lol, but just in case please credit me! Would really appreciate it!

All fics are x Fem! Reader 🩵

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨

Preview, Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 (ending)

𝘼𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙

Part 1, Part 2

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨

Preview, Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 (ending)

Tama's ending I

𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6

Wattpad link: (If y'all want to read ahead)

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙎𝙤 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨

Oneshot ❄️ (feat. Rhea Ripley)

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truefant4sy · 7 months ago

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Can we get some smut for tama feat that crazy ass crawling he was doing cause mmm 🤦🏽‍♀️ that should not have been that sexy

come here.

A/N:GIRL I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS BECAUSE GIRL MY LEGS WERE CROSSEDDDDDD but enjoy<3 warnings: usually nasty shit,cursing,begging etc.

It was about three in the morning when morgan heard Tama opening the door to their shared condo and walking in him, and solo had gone out drinking around 10 pm Ish so by the time he was coming in he was probably fucking hammered.

without Tama being there morgan laid awake she tried to sleep a few times and it was no use she needed her man to be there, so she just decided to watch tv until he came home, once he opened the bedroom door, he kinda stumbled inside "whatchu still doing up?" he asked her clearly trying to make it sound like he wasn't that drunk.

"I couldn't sleep" she answered not breaking eye contact with the show she was watching, he only hummed in response "I missed you mama" he shrugged off his jacket tossing it down clearly wanting to start something

"Nope. go shower I don't know where you been" morgan irrupted his stripping, as much as she wanted him all over her, she hated when people sat or laid in her bed with their outside clothes out, she's been like this since she was a kid.

he only smacked his lip before walking over to the bathroom and turning on the water as he waited for the water to get to his desired temperature he took off his shirt moving his shoulder back and forth with a low groan making morgans jaw clench, then off went his pants showing the very present hard on he was growing she tried to focus on the show but she oh was it hard.

he looked up and turned to look at her shaking her out of the trance, he chuckled before closing the door.

for those 30 minutes he was in the shower morgan tossed and turned not being able to stay comfortable at all now with her panties soaking like that, then the door opened Tama turned off the light pushing the room back into darkness the only light coming from the tv.

"Can I get some now ma?" he asked her standing at the head of the bed with a black towel loosely hanging around his waist "come here" she nodded he dropped the towel before getting on the bed on all fours. the way he crawled up to her was so nasty and animalistic it made her curse under her breath.

he made sure to hold eye contact with her the entire time he crawled up to her licking his lips once he reached her, he grabbed her by her waist and slid her beneath him kissing all over her neck and jaw making her breath hitch.

once he found his way to her lips his tongue darted into her mouth for her to suck on and she did just that she gave his tongue slow nasty sucks making his groan his hands sliding under her shirt to fondle her breast.

the noises their kisses made emitting through the room adding another layer of heat to the scene as a whole he broke the kiss to scoot down face level with her pussy.

he kissed her inner thighs slowly making sure to hold eye contact with her the entire time.

her fingers were tangled with his curly hair that was still slightly damp from his shower.

"c'mon Tama I need it" she bucked her hips up trying to get any type of friction "nah you made me wait so Ima make you wait" he grunted as he sucked on her inner thighs leaving purple marks on the brown skin "fuck I'm sorry just fucking eat me out already damn."

her breath was shaky as \she gripped his hair tighter he popped her thigh "don't fuckin talk to me like that mama I don't care how much you want it ask like you got some damn sense."

he spat his sucks turning into slightly painful bites on her thighs "could you please eat me out Tama please?" her voice now high pitched and shakier "mhm" he purred licking over the bite marks on her thighs before sitting up and pulling down her shorts along with her panties tossing them off to the side of the bed somewhere.

he got back to face level with her pussy only lightly dipping his tongue inside of her pussy "please daddy please" with her hands still tangled in his hair she pushed him into her pussy rubbing it on his mouth.

he finally listened to her wasting no time completely dipping his tongue into her pussy as his thumb flicked at her clit and an ungodly pace "oh shittt- just like eat that fucking pussy" her legs opened even further spreading open her pussy even more inviting his tongue in further.

he pulled out his tongue replacing it with his fingers as his mouth wrapped around her clit giving it hard mean sucks making her legs shiver and shake "oh my god- your so fucking nasty" her eyes closed as her head tilted back "nah open your eyes I want you to see how good I eat this pussy mama" his voice making her clit tighten and throb even more she lifted her head up and locked eyes with him.

he had that real animal like look in his eyes she could tell form looking at him that he's wanting this for a while "there we go mama; you so damn pretty baby" he purred moving his fingers quickly making sure to rub at her g spot making her cry out "m getting so close daddy c'mon make me fucking cum daddy make me cum".

her words urging him to go harder he really did want his pretty baby to cum for him "yeah? cum on my tongue, can you do that for daddy mama? can you?".

he wasn't asking her he was demanding her he twisted his fingers before pushing up into her g spot and rubbing against it as he sucked harder at her clit making her stomach clench up so hard she thought her organs were gonna fucking explode her eyes rolled back as her mouth fell open

"fuckkk m'fucking cumming daddy. m'cumming all over that sexy ass face" her words making him groan as he slurped her juices straight out of her pussy "that's right baby you taste so good mama I promise you do" he spoke in between slurps and licks before sitting up and pulling his fingers out to suck on them sighing as he closed his eyes really savoring the taste

he pulled his fingers out his mouth to rub her clit before spitting on her pussy, he grabbed her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he did this she took of her shirt and tossed it on the ground along with her panties and shorts.

"you want this dick ma? you want it?" he asked her as he stroked his caramel dick the tip a bright pink as pre cum oozed out of it "yes daddy c'mon gimme that fat ass dick give it to me please" she knew she was gonna get it, but she knew how good the begging made him feel. his hands ran up and down her bare chest as she slapped his tip on her clit making her moan loudly "I know mama its gon feel so good hm?" he asked her as he twisted and pulled her nipples making her quickly nod "so good baby so good" she agreed.

he slapped his tip on her clit one last time before sliding in "shit" she cursed under her breath, once he was fully in his hips stilled "daddy c'mon" she urged him to move his hips "not yet mama I want you to feel how far I'm stretching you" he purred his hand still flicking at her nipples "you feel that mama? how deep I am?" she nodded her bottom lip tucked under teeth.

they stayed like that for a minute until he started to move his hips, he didnt warm her up just mean,deep thrust straight to her cervix "fuck daddy your so deep" she whined pushing against his toned stomach with her much smaller manocured hands "its too much daddy please" her attempts to push him away were no good "im not finna play with you morgan."

he grunted his face screwing up as he picked up the pace of the thrust "move yo damn hands and take this dick i aint playin with you tonight" he spat making her whine "daddy nooo its too much" her face screwed up, her eyebrows pushed together as she tried to hold eye contact with the man that was tearing her pussy to damn pieces with a swift motion he grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head.

"You can't fucking listen, can you?" he pulled out before flipping her over and laying her flat onto her stomach before sliding back the smacking of his hips against her ass filling the room along with the sounds of her moans and cries "oh my- fuckkk" her eyes were in the back of her head as his strong hand pushed her faces further into the pillows "take this dick. take this fucking dick" his tone so animal like it was disgusting.

he reached under her and started rubbing quick tight circles on her clit making her bite the pillows to cut her screams "m'gonna cum fuckkk i fucking love you so much" her words just pouring out of her mouth "I love you too baby now cum on this dick for me" he moaned at the feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him.

The feeling she got hit with was one that he could only ever make her feel it made her eyes water with how hard her orgasm hit her, all she could do was let out a loud whine "there we go mama there we go" Tama made sure to help her ride out her orgasm before chasing his own, his thrust quickening only to falter as he pressed himself deeper into her "fuckk filling this pussy all up hmm?" his eyes fluttered.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her opening his arms for her to lay in "come here baby".

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jstarr86 · 29 days ago

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STARCROSSED LOVERS

She sighed looking at him blood on his lip and streaked on the side of his face.

She touched him as he looked at her, her head turning to glare at the ring. As they walked in the back she turned, holding his face again gently in her hands. His lip was busted pretty good, it happened when Punk gave him the GTS.

“You’re gonna need stitches.” She muttered softly

“I’m ok.”

“You good?” They looked at Solo. Standing with T, Jacob and Bronson.

“I’m good.”

“He needs stitches.” She said looking at Solo.

“Aight go handle it.” She nodded taking his hand and pulling him away and down the hall to the trainer. She sat him down and grabbed something and cleaned up the side of his face. Gently pulling his lip down a tad seeing the cut not too bad but just enough he’d need a few stitches.

“My little nurse.”

“Shush it.” She looked up at the med team. “He’s gonna need stitches.” She said holding a gauze to his lip. His hands resting on her hips.

“Ok Tama let’s get you laid back and checked out.” He laid down on the medical table as she dabbed his lip. One of the staff checking him.

“Looks like a bit of a fat lip”

“Yeah it feels like a big ol fat lip.” He replied laughing.

“We’ll get you fixed up if you need to rinse your mouth out or somethin go ahead.”

“Nah I’m good.” They numbed his lip and she saw his nose twitch slightly in discomfort a silent indication he was in fact a little in pain. “go ahead.”

“We gotta let it kick in.” Sge said softly touching his head thumb brushing his hairline.

“Oh ok I’ll wait.” After a moment the put something over his face leaving his bottom lip out “hey is it cool if she does’it?” The trainer looked at her

“Um Tama she-“

“She was a nurse she can do it I promise.”

“I used to be but I can do it. You sure you want me to do this and not them they are the pros.” She asked looking at him moving the cover off his face.

“Yeah.” She put on gloves and took the stuff she needed from the team member before looking down at him,

“This might pinch a bit.”

“Babygirl just do it.” He replied. She sighed as she slowly started to work concentrating on what she was doing.

“What the fuck?”

“Shhh shut the hell up.” She sternly said not looking up. Knowing the guys had came in probably to check on him

“I didn’t know she couldn’t that” she heard Bronson say, his accent standing out.

“She used to be a nurse back in the day.” She concentrated and was done within ten minutes. She was actually kinda surprised with herself. She hadn’t done something like that in a long time. She had done nursing school while training back in the day so she’d have a plan B if wrestling ever failed or when she retired because even if she did make it which she had she knew it wouldn’t be forever, and she’d volunteered helping out during the pandemic making money while we were on lockdown because she was a stickler for saving and having a backup. Frugal as ever then again growing up broke as fuck and poor made you work your ass off to never experience that shit again.

“You did good Cami.” The other worker said looking at her and glancing over him.

“Thanks.” She took the cover off his face as he laid there.

“If it bleeds just use something to apply pressure.” She said as he looked from the medical team to her

“Ok”

“Your lips are very vascular-“ he sat up smirking

“Yeah I got those luscious lips.” He said laughing “they’re really luscious now.” He joked to the camera that had been in here “my wife is gonna love this” he got down laughing and then checked over the stitches looking at her “thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She replied as she tossed the gloves and washed her hands feeling his eyes on her. After she was done she headed to change and get ready for the taping, they were taping an extra show so everyone could have off next week for the holiday but then heading straight to Canada for the pay per view. Jacob was scheduled to win the match against Jey so the new Bloodline had the advantage for the War Games match. After the show finally ended it was getting a bit late, they had good fans she’d give them that they stayed engaged for all that shit all those hours. They rode to the hotel Tama and her in the backseat where his hand touched her thigh making her look at him. “Stop.” She mouthed nodding her head towards the front to rows where the other were, his brother literally sitting in front of them. He leaned over whispering

“I’m coming to your room.”

“Tama.”

“Shh.” He held his finger to his lips. She sighed knowing arguing was useless. Getting to the hotel she parted from the guys going to her room. She took a shower washing off the makeup and relaxing the warm water soothing. She got ready for bed and was watching tv when there was a knock at the door. She sighed debating on ignoring it until it sounded a little harder and cause her to got up. She already knew who it was, late nights like this had been happening for a few months now. She opened it as he gently pushed her inside lips meeting hers before he pulled back grimacing in pain. His lip lightly bleeding. She sighed going and getting a washcloth and holding it to his lip

“Stupid, did ya forget you had stitches.”

“For a second yeah.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little bit, I’m ok.”

“Ya know we shouldn’t be doing this.” She replied as he moved the rag pulling her into him kissing her neck “stop that.” She scolded

“Give me one good reason why baby.” He replied lowly nipping at her neck as she tried to not moan.

“You’re married that’s why.” He pulled back looking at her, the look in his eye unreadable. But what was he gonna argue she was right, this wasn’t right and they damn sure shouldn’t be doing it because if it was her and she was married and the man she married was rendezvousing with another woman; a coworker at that she’d be plotting his fucking murder.

“Man you know since I came home from Japan shit ain’t been right, me being around more we argue guess she was used to me barley there now I’m there every week. We good baby.”

“Tama I’m being serious this isn’t right.”

“What up with you tonight cause you ain’t complained before. You ain’t said nothing aside from the first night and we been doing this shit for four months”

“I, it don’t make it right you have a wife.”

“You the woman in front on me right now ain’t chu, and don’t act like you don’t like my dick pounding your guts every fucking night, the way you whimper, moan, cry out for more, the way your nails dig into my back while you’re crying out for daddy shaking in my arms as I make you cum over and over again.” His words were making her crack as he spoke. Right now she couldn’t stand his sexy ass because he was calling it all out and knew damn well she couldn’t deny it, his dick game was beyond amazing. She’d never had a man make her cum the way he could, from his tongue to his fingers to his dick. She couldn’t deny he was right; she’d be lying if she even tried.

“You have three kids.”

“Who are irrelevant to this moment and conversation.”

“Tama.”

“I swear to god I’m fixing bust my mouth back open shutting you up.”

“You can’t do that don’t rip them. You gotta chill. You shouldn’t really be talking so damn much, you need to keep it clean, no pressure no hot food or salty or spicy clean it carefully and rinse with warm ish water every time you eat and you gotta eat soft food tomorrow.”

“Ok nurse Cami.”

“I’m serious and because I know you strenuous activity and definitely no kissing or eating pussy til it’s better.”

“So I guess I’m just fucking you huh, that sucks I kinda like kissing you and I damn sure like the way you taste.”

“Tama.”

“Shh, stop being so moral suddenly you’ve been fucking me for months don’t get all remorseful now that shit was out the window four months ago.”

“I-“

“Shit I wanna kiss you and leave my mark all over you.” He pulled her to him

“Tama.”

“Camille.” He said back in the same tone. “I know you well enough, you can stand there being self righteous and say you don’t want me but I guarantee you’re dripping and wanting nothing more than my dick buried deep inside you.” Before she could retort he’d pulled her into his lap and reversed their position so he was on top of her. He peeled his shirt off tossing it as she let her eyes rake over his frame. Cocky little shit but fuck was he fine as hell. Caramel skin, toned defined abs, strong arms, the intricate tattoo adorning his right bicep. His handsome ass face, his thick plump lips even now looking kissable as hell, his dark eyes chocolate pools currently holding desire and the crowd feet lines by his eyes. He was breathtaking. “Tell me you don’t want me, tell me you don’t care, tell me to leave.” He challenged quietly, deep voice reverberating through his chest. His mouth twisting in a smirk as he spoke. “Exactly.” He said hands tugging and the small nightgown she had on. “You can’t because I’m right.” His fingers trailing up her thigh as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She gasped gripping his arm as his fingers brushed over her core moving the thing fabric to the side. “Just what I knew, wet as fuck.”

“Tama.”

“Shh, let me have you.” He sighed nudging her head with his own

“Tama.” She moaned out softly as his fingers curled deliciously into her gspot making her close her eyes, her legs opening ever slightly more as he further settled between her thighs, her back arching off the bed. She lightly rocked her hips moaning again as his thumb pressed into her clit rubbing circles in tune with his finger delving into her stringing her along. “Fuck.” Her stomach tightening as pleasure slowly washed over her leaving her whimpering against his neck as she kissed it nipping the spot that made him groan. Her eyes closed savoring the feeling knowing she was going to cum, eyes shooting open as he stopped right as she was teetering the precipice of ecstasy. “What the-“

“Nah baby you gonna cum on my dick.” He said popping his fingers in his mouth that dangerous tongue snaking out cleaning the long digits of her pleasure. He pulled the nightgown as she sat up letting him take it off. He then moved standing up as he tugged his pants open letting them and the black boxer briefs he wore hit the floor as he kicked them off, his hard cock springing free lighting moving and precum forming at the tip. She bit her lip eyes trailing from his dick up his smooth stomach, his chest, broad shoulders, plump lips and finally settling on his darkness currently filled with lust and slight cockiness. He crawled back up the bed pulling her legs around his waist as he lightly ran his hard cock over her center pulling a moan from her lips as he nudged her clit.

“Please.” She whimpered softly

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, please.” She pleaded head tossing back and her back arching as he did it again while one of his hands twisted and pulled her nipple with just the right pressure. “Tama.mmmm.” She moaned loudly as he slid inside her him uttering a soft grunt as her pussy contracted around his dick fluttering as he split her open delicately letting her adjust to his size. He always appreciated the way her pussy gripped his dick almost like she was specifically made to take his dick and his dick only, ecstasy he could dream about. He fucked into her a bit roughly calculated thrust mixed with an occasional twist in his hips as he grinded into her letting her feel every delicious inch of him inside her warm gushy walls. He angled his hips smirking into her neck as she gasped out letting him immediately know by the sound let alone the flutter her pussy made around his dick that he was stroking her got with excellent precision. “Tama.” She moaned hands sliding down his broad back gripping the small of his back in her hands nails leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

Tama felt her nipping at his neck kissing but making sure to not leave a mark. Always careful always mindful. He really wished he could smash his lips to hers swallow the moans she released liking feeling it as much as hearing it. Her tongue licking his pulse point had him choking out a groan

“Cami.” He growled in warning. She kept it up and she wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

“Tama.” She moaned “I’m gonna cum.” His name sounded so good when she moaned it. A sound he wish he could tape a repeat although his mind repeated that sound and the look in her face more times than he’d care to admit. Many times picturing her face over the last few months if he was with his wife. Camille was a drug, his drug and like any addict he couldn’t get enough.

“Cum on my dick baby, fuck; so good.” He grunted hips slamming into hers wanting to feel her come undone around him. His ego soaring through the roof as she clung to him crying out in ecstasy as she came. His grip on her hips tightening as he worked towards his own orgasm knowing he’d make her cum one more time. He’d love to pull out bend her little ass over as make her grip the sheets while she screamed the walls down but he wouldn’t see her for days and he loved the feel of those long legs wrapped around him, her honey wheat colored skin and amber colored eyes a hypnosis of exotic sultriness. His pace fastening as he gripped her wrist in his hand holding her down she was coming close to breaking skin and leaving marks on his back, marks he wouldn’t be able to explain. “You love this don’t you, your mine.”

“Yes!”she cried out. His head bending to capture on of her nipples in his mouth his expert tongue twirling around it while he let his teeth gently tug the sensitive flesh as she whined. Every whimper and moan passenger lips turning him on. The tingling down his spine his balls tightening as he drew closer to his release.

“You look so fucking good. Cum for me baby, let me feel you again.”

“Ta-“ he silenced her with a kiss hissing out a low moan as he stilled against her, hot ropes of cum painting her gushy walls as she tightened around him body lightly shaking, him branding her as the came damn near together his chest thudding against her. The copper taste in his mouth letting him know he’d popped his stitches knowing she had blood on her and probably in her mouth now, slightly grossed but at the moment he couldn’t care she was getting too loud and she felt so good and he’d wanted to feel her lips on his. He pulled back slowly pulling out of her and rolling onto his back next to her. Both breathing heavy he turned his head as she slowly opened her eyes head turning to him. “You busted them.”

“I know I couldn’t help it.” He replied stroking her face. He liked she’d worry about him, she was caring. He watched as she got up going to grab a towel and she held the rag to his lip yet again. She turned the lamp on as he squinted an eye in displeasure at the brightness. Her fingers pulling his lip as she gently inspected the wound. “Is it bad.”

“No you got lucky but no more ok, you lucky it didn’t fully bust I don’t wanna have to de do them. Have a little restraint.” She scolded as he smirked. “Go rinse your mouth out.” He got up listening, not caring about his nakedness and embracing it. He made his way back to her pulling her into his arms as he relaxed.

“Get some sleep beautiful.” He responded gently kissing her head as to not hurt himself. His lip lokey on fire something he’d never admit. He pulled her to lay on him letting his fingers trail up and down her spine as they slowly drifted to sleep

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