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seth & hunter & god as the father

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[sxvual]

Felicity • f i v e

a/n: sorry all. i had a very busy and unplanned day.

also gonna be reworking all the banners for each chapter, i want them all to be different and set the tone for the chapter. so if yall get any notifs on past chapters, its not new content, just me messing around x

DM always open beautiful ppls 💌

cw: alcohol consumption, mature themes, suggestive content mentioned between consenting adults

listening suggestions 🎵: night + morning by alina baraz

word count: 3.9k (sorry she’s a shortie)

*The Lunch Meeting 

One thing about Athena’s career path was that it required many inhuman skills. Practically seeing into the future being one of them. She saw herself coming to this meeting with Roman to potentially consider his offer, but ultimately turn him down at the end. Citing her inability to balance any new high profile clients with her busy schedule as the reason. 

She didn’t see herself indulging in Roman’s casual flirty banter. 

But she did. 

She didn’t think she’d shrug off her coat due to the way the conversation heated up over time. 

But she did. 

Athena also didn’t foresee herself being on a third glass of chilled cabernet as she thoroughly enjoyed herself much more than planned. 

But she was.

This was risky. Athena had spent years perfecting the art of professional distance, of being respected rather than charmed. But Roman Reigns had a way of disarming her carefully curated strategy with nothing more than a deep glance in her direction. Coupled with the slow, easy confidence of a man who never had to try too hard. 

Their conversation began with logistics of their next steps—the interviews, further control of the Solo situation, a roadmap to success already forming in both of their minds. But then, somewhere between the appetizers and the main course, the discussion had shifted. 

“That accent I heard last night, on the phone,” Roman mused, tilting his head slightly, “Something else there?” 

Athena glanced up from her plate, surprised he even noticed—her polished corporate image included an impersonal monotone drawl. “Dominicana, I’m afro-latina.” she admitted, “My family’s originally from there, but I grew up down in Miami.” 

Roman’s brow lifted in interest. “Miami? That explains a lot.” 

She smirked, “And what does that mean?” She feigned offense as she perched her chins in her hands.

Roman leaned back in his seat, it cowered a bit in light of his large built frame, studying her like she was a puzzle he was enjoying the challenge of figuring out. “You’ve got this fire to you. Confidant, sharp—like someone who grew up having to prove herself. Miami’s got that energy. I get that, I was like that.” 

She hummed, satisfied with the answer but not wanting to give away just how right he was. “But you live here in Tampa now?” She shook her head while sipping her wine. “No, I moved down here right after college, better opportunities for what I wanted to do. I double majored in Marketing and Business Administration. And by the time I was 22, I was already making the moves to start my own firm.”

Roman let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Damn. You weren’t playing around.”

“I never did,” she admitted. “Still don’t.” 

He smiled at that, a slow, approving grin that made something warm unfurl in her stomach. “A prodigy.” 

“I was ambitious.” she corrected. “When you come from where I come, you learn to work twice as hard. Me and Amina built from nothing.”

Roman’s expression shifted slightly, his respect deepening, “You built an empire by 29. That’s impressive as hell, Athena.” 

She shrugged, but she couldn’t deny the satisfaction that bloomed in her chest at the acknowledgement. “It wasn’t easy, there were…complications.” 

His gaze sharpened in curiosity, he wouldn’t ask but he wondered if she’d tell. 

Athena hesitated before answering, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers. “I come from a big family,” she finally said. “Not a wealthy one. When Amina and I started making real money, things changed. Some of our relatives were happy for us, but others…they expected things. Help. Before I knew both my parents quit their job without even telling us. They wanted money, and we gave it. Willingly. But–” she stuttered a bit. “No matter what we did, it was never enough. They’d ask for more and more, but wouldn’t even visit. Wouldn’t call unless they needed something.” 

Roman’s jaw tightened slightly, like he understood all too well. “That's rough.” Roman understood the feeling of getting lost in the shuffle of such a big family but being used and underappreciated, no. And he felt for her a lot. 

“It is.” she admitted, “I still take care of them. I probably always will. But the only real family I have is my twin. Amina and I…we’re all we’ve got. And that's okay with me.”

He nodded with a thoughtful expression, he appreciated her openness with him and without even realizing he gained even more respect for Athena. “Yeah, big families are like that for sure.” 

Athena neatly arched brows lifted in surprise. “You speak from experience?” 

Roman chuckled. “Oh yeah. Samoan. Big family. Three older sisters and a brother, my brother passed away a few years ago.” his face pinched up in a pained expression and Athena found herself softening. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Roman nodded but continued. “Yeah—and too many cousins to count—but there's one person more important than them all.” 

She tilted her head intrigued, “Who?”

His entire face changed, His lips curved into something softer, his eyes warmed with an affection so genuine that it caught Athena off guard. “My daughter,” he said. “She’s four, and she’s my world.”

Athena blinked, absorbing the revelation. A daughter. She hadn’t expected that. She chided herself for not doing her research on him as she properly should’ve but Roman had been properly distracting. 

“You’re a father?” she asked, her voice gentle barely above a whisper. 

Roman nodded, and there was something almost reverent in the way he spoke.

 “Yeah, she’s everything to me.”

Athena allowed a smile to creep on her face despite herself. “I can tell. You just lit up like a Christmas tree.”

Roman chuckled. “Yeah, well. She’s got me wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it.” 

Athena leaned forward slightly, propping her chin on her hand, “Tell me about her?”

And he did. 

For the next hour, Roman talked about his babygirl. ‘Gigi’ he affectionately called her, his tenderness made something deep inside Athena ache and she fought to ignore it. She saw a different side of him—the man beneath the larger than life persona, the ‘tribal chief’, the face of the WWE softened when he talked about tiny hands and bedtime stories and a little girl who had him completely in her grasp. 

By the end of night Athena had learned a lot about Roman. She could say it was for work, that she was just getting to know a client intimately for the sole purpose of ensuring their success. But it wasn’t. 

She was looking at Roman differently and she didn’t expect this at all. Hadn’t expected to enjoy his company, hadn’t expected to find common ground with him, and certainly hadn’t expected how intimately they’d get to know each other in the end…

*hours later

Everything had unravelled so quickly. 

Roman’s mouth was hot against hers, his body pressing her now into the cool surface of the nearest wall. A perfect contradiction of fire and restraint. 

Athena knew they were being reckless. Knew she was going too far with him. But as Roman hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

Their breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, as his lips traced along the delicate curve of her jaw. “Tell me, to stop,” he murmured in his voice a low, dangerous growl against her hot brown skin. 

Athena fingers gripped at his taut golden skin and felt around the rippling of his back muscles and arms, that held her up with ease. Her nails scraping lightly over his tattoos. “I should,” she whispered back, her voice betraying her hesitation. 

Roman lifted his head slightly, their faces mere inches apart. His dark eyes were intense, searching hers in silence to ask for permission. And then, instead of telling him to stop, Athena attacked his lips again, surging their hot kiss forward. 

It was slow and deep this time, less frantic, but no less consuming. Roman groaned against her mouth, his hands tightening around her hips sinking down to the swell of her ass as he pressed her harder against the door.

“Athena, babygirl,” he muttered between kisses, his voice thick with dwindling restraint. “You’re making it really damn hard for me right now..” 

She let out a breathless, teasing laugh. “You’re the one who came up here..” 

Roman smirked, pressing his forehead against hers. “And you’re the one who invited me in.” 

For a moment they stayed like that, foreheads touching, breath mingling, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. 

They both knew better but no one was moving away. 

“Tell me what you want Athena,” 

He just barely whispered groaned into Athena’s waiting ears, his hands roamed up and down her body leaving a hot trail of heat in its wake. Roman had barely touched her and he was doing something to her she’d never experienced before. 

He forced a response out of her that not even Dallas could get after ten years of marriage. 

Dragging his soft lips to feminine column of her neck, his lips were so soft.

Tipping her head up to look into his eyes Roman reiterated his words, deeper and seductively.

“Athena, tell me baby..”

She licked her lips, the wanton need painfully obvious all over her pretty face. Slowly Athena slid her head down the expanse of his hard chest and to the front of his slacks until she found the object of her desires. ‘Well damn’ Athena was almost sure by the way Roman moved he was packing something but to actually feel it for herself, she was very pleased. 

Throbbing under her touch, Roman’s member twitched and jerked, sending a chill of anticipation through her body. Athena slid her hand up and down applying pressure to the tip as she caressed him through the material. His sharp inhales of pleasure made her grin happily. 

“I thought it was understood what I wanted as soon as I asked you to come up here.” They both smirked. 

The first thing Roman became aware of was the smell. Sex lingered in the air, the warming odor a reminder of the pleasurable night before. Warm skin, faint traces of sweet perfume. The unmistakable lasting notes of her. 

Athena. 

The second thing? The fact that she was no longer curled into his chest, long statuesque legs draped over his naked waist. 

He cracked open a tired eye. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds was soft but persistent, painting long golden lines across the crisp white sheets. The same sheets that were not frustratingly empty on her side. 

Roman smirked to himself. He knew what this was. 

Athena was panicking. 

And if he listened closely—there it was. A faint rustling from somewhere in the room. Then the sharp sound of a drawer opening, followed by a muttered curse. 

Yeah. Definitely panicking. 

She was still beautiful as ever, oversexed and frazzled. 

He turned onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow just as Athena emerged from the closet wrapped in the bedsheet like a woman preparing for battle. Her hair—wild from his fingers tangling in it several times in the night—framed her gorgeous face, big eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route in her own home. 

Roman grinned. “Morning sweetheart.” 

Athena whirled around so fast she nearly tripped over the sheet, her ass jiggling with the movement. “Oh, hell no. You do not get to be relaxed right now,” she snapped, pointing a stern finger at him. “You should be freaked out. Why aren’t you freaked out?” 

Roman stretched comfortably across the bed, utterly at ease. “Because I don’t regret a single second of last night?”

Her nostrils flared. Oh, she hated that answer.

Too bad for her, he wasn’t lying. 

Athena groaned and rubbed at her temples. “You don’t have to regret it, but you can at least acknowledge that it was a huge lapse in judgement.”

Roman lazily scratched his bearded jaw, pretending to think about it. “A huge lapse, huh?” 

“Yes!” 

He smirked. “So you’re saying it was bad?” Roman knew for damn sure it wasn’t, he just wanted to make her squirm. Her mouth opened and closed. She scowled. “That’s not what I said.” 

Roman pushed himself up to sit against the headboard cocking his head, also not bothering to hide his…very erect friend. “It sounds like that's what you said.”

Athena shifted uncomfortably. “It was….inappropriate.” 

Roman shrugged. “I don’t know, it felt very appropriate at the time, especially when you did that thing on top and you—”

Athena glared. “Roman.” 

He held up his hands. “Fine, fine. You want me to acknowledge it was a lapse. Sure it was.” He let out a haughty scoff, “A really, really good lapse though.” Athena groaned like she was in physical pain. Roman chuckled. 

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He could see it written all over her face—she was spooked. And not just because they slept together. 

No. She, just like him, was terrified of what it meant.

In her eyes, her life was ruined. 

She slept with Roman Reigns. Her client. 

Her very high profile, very bad for her career client. 

Athena sucked in a sharp hasty breath. 

So yes, Athena was terrified. Because for the life of her she still didn’t know what this meant. 

And that was interesting for both of them. 

“Look,” she started, taking a deep breath, like she was trying to rein it in, after it had already been let loose. “We crossed a line. A big one. I should have never invited you up here.”

Roman stood, stretching, utterly unashamed at his bareness as he walked towards her. He didn’t miss the way her gaze flicked down—just for a second—before she forced it back up. 

“Can’t take it back now,” he murmured. “And I don’t think either of us wanted to at the time.” 

Athena folded her arms under her chest, her hard nipples hard and visible peeking through the thin fabric of the sheet she donned. “Not the point, Reigns.”

“Then what is?” 

“That we work together, and now it’s complicated!” 

Roman scoffed. “Athena, we just had great sex. No one died. What’s complicated?” 

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Roman smirked. Got her. 

She huffed. “Are you always this insufferable in the morning?”

He grinned. “Depends on who’s in my bed.” 

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. He loved riling her up.

Athena exhaled through her nose, clearly trying to stay on track. “I need to get dressed. You need to get dressed. And then you need to leave.” 

Roman raised a brow. “Kicking me out already. No breakfast? Coffee?” 

She shot him a flat look. “Maybe if we didn’t miss our meeting!” 

He sighed dramatically, “Well excuse me if I rocked your world and wanted to bask in it.” Roman stepped forward into her space till he was forced to look down at her. “And here I thought we had something special.” 

Athena pinched the bridge of her nose. “Roman.”

“I still love it when you say my name..” His smirk couldn’t leave his face if he tried. 

She glared holes into the pecs of his chest, “Alright, alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender, but the amusement didn’t leave his face. He was enjoying this too much. 

Still as he grabbed his pants from the floor, her words finally started sinking in. 

She wasn’t just panicking over last night. 

Athena was considering pulling back entirely. 

Roman fastened his belt, watching her carefully. “So what now?” 

Hesitation clearly plagued her pinched expression. “Now we pretend this never happened.” 

Roman’s jaw ticked and for the first time the knowing smirk was wiped off his face. 

Pretend?

Like hell. 

Still, he could see it—her walls were flying back up, reinforced with steel. And if he pushed too hard right now, she might actually shut him out for good. 

So, for now, he’d let her think she was in control knowing that's where she felt the most comfortable. Safe. 

He smirked, slipping his watch onto his wrist. “Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” 

She frowned, clearly suspicious of how easily he conceded. “That’s it?” He shrugged. 

“You want me to leave? I’ll leave. I respect your wishes, Athena.” 

Athena eyed him warily, then nodded. “Good.” 

Roman grabbed his shirt off a nearby chair, taking his time rolling up the sleeves. He noticed the way her gaze lingered on his forearms before she willed herself to look away. 

He grinned, poor thing. She was trying so hard. 

Once he was fully dressed, he made his way to the door and opened it—then paused. 

“By the way…” He turned back to her, tilting his head. “You never answered my question.” 

She frowned. His smirked deepened. “Was it bad?” He knew she would be instantly flustered because by the way she was screaming last night, it was anything but. 

Her eyes darkened, jaw twitching. Roman let out a roar of laughter. “Didn’t think so, baby girl.” 

Roman whisked past her landing a sharp smirk on her ass on his way out. 

The second the door closed behind him, Roman let out a long exhale, rubbing at his jaw. 

Shit. 

He thought taking her to the bed would also put to bed his growing attraction. And that maybe once he had her, he’d be over it. 

Instead?

He wanted her more. 

It wasn’t just the sex—though it had been more than phenomenal. It was her. The way she challenged him. The way she thought steps ahead of everyone else. The way she tried so hard to keep herself contained—especially around him. But when she cracked? 

Goddamn, was it worth the wait.

And now she wanted to pretend it never happened? 

‘Not a chance in hell’ he thought. 

Roman smirked to himself as he headed toward the elevator. Athena could pretend all she wanted, but he wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, he was coming harder than ever because this all confirmed one thing for Roman Reigns.

He wanted Athena James. And he was gonna have her. 

It would just take a little convincing. And Roman had the time and the means. 

Roman did a lot of thinking on his drive back to his side of Tampa. He let his fingers drum against the steering wheel thoughtfully. The drive should have been peaceful as he navigated the quiet roads home—just him, the hum of the engine, and the lasting impression of Athena. 

He could still feel her. 

The warmth of her skin, the way her nails raked down his back, the breathless way she moaned his name. Damn. 

He hadn’t just enjoyed her. He had been completely consumed by her. 

And he knew, without a doubt, she was gonna put up one hell of a fight after this. 

She would probably try to keep him at arm’s length from now on, maybe even attempt to rescind her agreement to handle his image personally. But last night wasn’t some random hookup. It was the start of something completely different. 

What exactly? 

Roman still wasn’t sure. And as a man who was almost always particular and decisive it bothered him. Still, he wasn’t about to let her run from it while they tried to figure things out. 

His musings were interrupted by the sharp ring of his car's bluetooth system. The name flashing across the screen immediately evoked a cringeful sigh from the big man. 

Tianna. 

Fuck. 

He sighed, his jaw tightening as he inevitably pressed the answer button. “Yeah?”

“Where the hell were you last night?” She practically screeched. 

Roman rolled his eyes. “Hello to you too, Tianna.” 

“Don’t fucking play with me, Roman,” she snapped. “I called your ass twice. No answer. Where were you?”

Romans grip on the wheel tightened. “That’s none of your damn business.” 

She scoffed. “It is when I need to talk to you about your daughter.” 

Roman blew out a ragged breath, already knowing where this was going. “What do you want Tianna?” 

“Whatever boy, I’m dropping Gianna off today. I got shit to do this weekend.” 

Of course. 

Roman wasn’t mad about seeing his daughter earlier than planned—in fact, he was thrilled. But what pissed him off was the way Tianna did this—always on her time, always last minute, and always like she was doing him a favor by letting him have his own kid. 

“She has preschool tomorrow, I have to start getting ready to fly out for smackdown.” 

“Then take her with you, I don’t care.” 

Roman clenched his jaw. “You mean I gotta bring her to work with me? She’ll miss school—”

“She’s four, Roman, she’ll live. Or I can just stick her with my mom and let her know daddy don't have time for her again.” Roman shook his head, ire simmering deep and hot in his veins. As much as he wished Tianna wouldn’t be so spiteful to hurt their daughter like that, he knew better. She absolutely would.  

She did it all the time. Any time Roman didn’t bend to her will whether it be money, attention, sex, she wouldn’t let him see Gianna for weeks, at one point months. But Roman couldn’t take her to court again, not only did the court side with her as the mother, Roman also had a schedule too busy to go for full custody. Sometimes he felt trapped (he was, honestly) and as much as he loved their daughter, he couldn’t stand the evilness in his babymama. 

“You could’ve told me earlier. You knew you had plans yesterday, I'm sure.” 

“I’m telling you now.” 

Of course, now just meant whenever it was convenient for her. Roman breathed through his nose knowing damn well arguing wasn’t going to change anything. “I’m not home yet. Drop her off in an hour so I can get ready for her.” 

Tianna let out a sarcastic laugh. “Where the hell are you?” 

His silence must have pissed her off more because she immediately snapped. 

“Oh, I see. You were out screwing around.”

Roman’s patience was wearing thin. “I don’t owe you an explanation. We’re not together.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe if you kept your dick in your pants, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” 

Roman laugh was bitter and humorless. “Oh, so now Gigi is a mess? Don’t talk about my fucking daughter like that.” 

She huffed. “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“Then what the hell do you mean?” 

Silence. 

Because she didn’t have an answer. 

The truth was their relationship had been mistake since the jump. A whirlwind fling with a beautiful girl that turned into something permanent when she got pregnant, and the evilness that lurked beneath a pretty face reared its ugly head. By the time he realized how chaotic she was, it was too damn late. Roman still didn’t know how she got pregnant, he was always careful and she swore she was on birth control as well. 

Four years later and he was still sure that was an absolute lie. 

But he couldn’t complain, he got the love of his life out of the deal. And for all the hellishness that was her mother, Gianna was the best thing he could’ve ever done. And Roman refused to let their personal issues affect his daughter's happiness. 

“Just drop her off later,” he muttered. 

“Whatever, Roman,” she snapped, and before he could say another word, the line went dead. 

Roman exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face as frustration rolled through him. 

His mood definitively shifted. But then, Athena's face flashed through his mind. 

As bothered as she was this morning she still looked stunning. Her voice, her touch, the way she had melted under him the night before. 

His lips curled into a small smirk.

Maybe his morning had started with complications, but he sure wasn’t about to let that ruin the fact that it had also been one hell of a beginning. 

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Study With Me Instead (Jimmy Uso X Black Reader)

Summary: You had a biology mid-term tomorrow and you were stressing out to hell and back, so you call your boyfriend Jimmy over since he knows what stressing out over an exam is like all too well. You’d think he wants to calm you down…well he does but not in a way you’d expect 😉

CW: 18+ MDNI, Sexual Content, Missionary, He Talks You Through It, Big Jim (literally), Foreplay, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, He Takes Good Care of You, Happy Ending ꨄ

Word Count: 4.9k+

The low hum of your desk lamp illuminated your cluttered desk. A pile of biology textbooks and notebooks surrounded you like an unrelenting sea of knowledge, all threatening to swallow you whole. You had barely glanced at the clock in the last hour, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat. Midnight. You had less than twelve hours before your biology mid-term, and you felt the weight of it press down on you like a ton of bricks. The outlines of genes, alleles, and Punnett squares were blurring together in a mess of confusing letters and symbols. You should’ve felt at least a little confident. You’d been studying for days—highlighting the textbook, scribbling notes in cursive, organizing your flashcards. You had everything planned out. But tonight? It felt like you were drowning.

You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed in the late-night heat of your room. You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring at the same page for the last 10 minutes. Your natural hair, once neatly pulled into a bun, had started to fall out of place, curls escaping in every direction. You didn’t even care about fixing it. You were way past caring about your looks—hell, you could barely focus on your notes at this point.

Your notes were a masterpiece in their own right. You’d taken the time to write everything out in smooth bubble letters and regular arial, every word flowing neatly and consistently, highlighting key points in neon green, mint green, and some dark green here and there. Your handwriting was your pride and joy, a reflection of your discipline. You had always prided yourself on being a good student, organized, thorough, and dedicated, but right now, none of that seemed to matter. It felt meaningless, like you were trying to hold water in your hands. Your mind was all over the place.

The clock on your phone read 12:30 a.m., and panic gnawed at your insides. You had a biology exam in less than 12 hours, one that would cover everything from basic genetics to the difference between identical and fraternal twins. That last section was the kicker—the one that made your brain seize up. It wasn’t just about genes and alleles. It was about understanding why people like Jimmy’s twin brother, Jey, were so different, even though they shared the same DNA at birth.

Fraternal twins, you thought. But what’s the actual difference?

You tossed your pen to the side in frustration, rubbing your eyes. You hated that you couldn’t remember the difference off the top of your head. The question had been nagging at you all night: What made identical twins share the same exact genes, while fraternal twins didn’t?

That’s when your phone buzzed on your desk. You glanced down, a smile tugging at your lips when you saw the message from Jimmy. “How you doin’, babygirl? Need me to come over?”

You exhaled in relief, feeling the familiar warmth of his words spread through your chest. Your fingers hovered over the keys as you debated what to write back. There was no point in pretending you had it together. Jimmy always knew when something was wrong, so you might as well tell him.

“I’m stressed as hell. This bio exam is kicking my ass. I need help, but I can’t seem to focus on anything.”

You pressed send and then bit your lip, hoping he would answer quickly.

Seconds later, your phone lit up again. “I’m on my way. You know I gotchu. I’ll be there in 15.”

You didn’t waste a second. You stood up from your desk, stretching your arms over your head as you paced for a moment. The nervous energy you’d been holding in your chest started to simmer down at the thought of Jimmy. You always felt better when he was around. He was more than just your boyfriend; he was your rock, the person who always knew how to pull you out of your stress, even when you didn’t ask for it.

When you heard the familiar sound of his laugh outside your door, you couldn’t help but smile. He was here.

You opened the door to find Jimmy standing there, looking every bit as laid-back as ever. His dark, curly hair pulled back neatly into a low ponytail, his dark jean jacket with black sleeves and a white hoodie to accompany it underneath only added to his style along with his jeans underneath, his beard was a little shorter than usual and trimmed neatly, and his Samoan-American features—strong jawline, deep brown eyes—always seemed to light up when he saw you. The whole outfit gave him that effortless vibe you loved. Even at midnight, he had that calming presence, the kind that made everything feel okay.

“Hey, bae,” you greeted him softly. You didn’t even try to hide the exhaustion in your voice. “I need help. This bio stuff’s got me all twisted.”

He grinned, stepping inside without a second thought. “Of course, you do. You always wait ‘til the last minute.” He shook his head affectionately, though there was no judgment in his tone. “Don’t even trip. I gotchu, okay?”

You led him over to your desk, where your notes were scattered across the surface, along with textbooks and sticky notes. Jimmy raised an eyebrow as he took in the sight of it all. “Damn, girl. You really went in on this, huh?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed by the mess you’d created. “Yeah, but none of it’s sticking. I can’t wrap my mind around this genetics stuff. You know—alleles, genes, and twins.”

“Twins? You trippin’. You know Jey and me are fraternal twins, right?” Jimmy said, dropping down onto your bed and making himself comfortable, a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but I don’t get how you and Jey can be twins but still be so different. Like, what makes you fraternal?”

Jimmy stretched out on your bed, one arm behind his beanie, looking up at the ceiling as he thought for a second. “Alright, so check this. Identical twins come from one egg and one sperm. They split in two, so they got the same genetic makeup. That’s why they look the same—same genes, same everything.”

You nodded along, catching the gist of it. “Okay, that makes sense. But what about fraternal twins?”

He grinned, sitting up a bit, clearly excited to explain. “Fraternal twins come from two different eggs and two different sperms. So, while they’re born at the same time, they don’t share the same genetic makeup like identical twins. That’s why me and Jey look different as hell. We might have some similar traits, but we don’t look exactly the same. It’s all about how our genes mix with the environment. We got different alleles for different traits. That’s why he’s built like a linebacker and I’m more like a point guard, ya feel me?”

You laughed at the comparison, finally feeling like the information was sinking in. Jimmy always had a way of making things so much clearer when he explained them, even if he had to use humor.

“So… Jey and you could have different alleles for things like height, hair texture, skin color, right?” you asked, leaning in a little closer, your fingers tapping lightly against your notebook.

“Exactly,” Jimmy replied, his voice a little quieter now, as if he wasn’t just explaining genetics but something more personal, something that made him feel close to you. “Even though we share the same birthday, same family, we could still have different gene expressions. We just ended up with different genetic mixes. It’s like a cosmic lottery, honestly.”

You smiled, feeling a lot more relaxed about the topic now. “Okay, okay. I think I got it. You and Jey might share the same genes, but the way they express in each of you is different.”

He nodded, giving you that easy, comforting smile that made everything seem possible. “Exactly. And don’t even sweat the exam, babe. You’re gonna ace it. I’m here for you—always.”

You exhaled, feeling the tension in your chest loosen just a little. You weren’t sure what it was about him—whether it was the way he cared or the way he made things easier to understand—but you couldn’t help but feel a lot better. You weren’t sure if it was just the biology talk or the way he made you feel like everything was going to be okay, but you knew he was right. You did have this. With him by your side, you felt your stress start to melt away.

Jimmy sat up fully now, moving closer to you as he gently brushed a curl behind your ear. His touch, warm and familiar, sent a little jolt through you. He always had a way of making you feel special, even in the middle of a late-night study session.

He leaned over your desk, his eyes scanning the notes in front of you before he reached for the highlighter, tracing over a few words you hadn’t gotten to yet. His arm brushed against yours as he worked, and for a moment, you forgot about the exam altogether.

“So,” he said softly, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, “besides your exam stress, how you feelin’?”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden question. You hadn’t really given much thought to how you were feeling emotionally. Physically, your body felt drained, but emotionally, you realized you were more than a little worn out.

“I’m alright, just… a lot on my plate, you know?” you said, your voice quiet.

Jimmy turned his body towards you, his expression softening. “You sure? Because if you need anything, you know I’m here, right? Like, if you want to take a break, or… get your mind off all this.” He paused, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. “I can think of a few ways.”

Your stomach fluttered at his words, your pulse quickening. He was always so laid-back, but there was a depth to his words, a warmth in his tone that made you feel… seen. He didn’t just want to help you study; he wanted to make sure you were okay in every way possible. And, as much as you tried to fight it, the thought of taking a break with Jimmy sounded a whole lot better than the pressure of the exam.

You chuckled softly, trying to regain some composure, but your voice was laced with a hint of teasing. “You really think I can just forget bout this exam?”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I think… a little distraction might be exactly what you need.”

The air between you thickened, the chemistry between you undeniable. His scent, a mix of cologne and something deeper, filled your senses, making it hard to think straight. Your heart raced, and for a moment, you wondered if this would be one of those nights where you finally let go of the stress, letting him distract you as he always managed to do so well. The space between you seemed to shrink with every passing second, and though the biology textbook and your notes lay untouched, your attention was on him—on the way his deep voice resonated in your chest, on the way his hand brushed against yours once more, this time lingering, a subtle touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

You glanced at the clock on your phone, the seconds ticking by faster than they ever had before. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the warmth of his presence, but you didn’t feel like facing another moment of pressure tonight. The exam was tomorrow…well technically later on today, but right now? Right now, all you wanted was to let go of it, just for a little while.

“Jimmy…” you whispered, almost unsure of what you were about to say. You wanted to break the tension, but your voice faltered as your gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips. He noticed, of course, noticing everything about you, the way your chest rose with each breath, the way your body had softened against his presence.

He didn’t let you finish. Instead, his fingers moved softly, gently over your hand, and he leaned forward, his breath warm against your skin. The connection between you both was so palpable that it almost felt like an invisible thread was pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed against your temple, a tender kiss that only added to the heat building between you.

“You good, mama,” he murmured, his words almost like a promise. “You don’t have to stress no more. I’m right here.”

The calm reassurance in his voice settled something in you, as if you didn’t need to carry the weight of your exam, your grades, or even being perfect on your own anymore. He was right. You’d been struggling with the stress of the exam, trying to shoulder the pressure of it all alone. But here he was, offering you not just help with the material, but a release, a moment where you could stop thinking and just feel.

You took a breath, your hand finding his, squeezing it lightly, silently accepting the escape he was offering. “Yeah… I guess you right.”

Jimmy didn’t need another word. His fingers slid through your hair, tugging it gently as he moved even closer, leaning in until there was no more space between you. You could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against your own. His lips hovered just above yours, a teasing distance that made your heart race even more.

“I gotchu,” he whispered, the promise in his words grounding you. “I’m here. You don’t have to do anything but be with me right now.”

The words sank deep into your chest. You didn’t need to worry about the exam anymore. For once, you just let go and gave in to the feeling of being cared for, to the warmth of his touch.

Your lips met his softly at first, a gentle, almost hesitant kiss, testing the waters. But that hesitation quickly melted away as the kiss deepened, the warmth of his mouth against yours like a balm to the tension you’d been carrying for days. His hands roamed gently, sliding down your arms, pulling you closer into his embrace as if he wanted to remind you that, in this moment, there was nothing else but the two of you.

You melted into him, your body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for it. His scent, his warmth, everything about him felt like home—a place where you could be free from the worries that had been clouding your mind. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, and for a moment, the only sound was the gentle rhythm of your breathing, mingling with the distant hum of the city outside your window.

“Tell me if you wanna slow down,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin as he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes.

You met his gaze, the intense connection between you both undeniable. You shook your head, your fingers gently threading through his hair. “I don’t want to slow down,” you whispered, the words coming out more breathlessly than you expected. “I just wanna be with you. I don’t care about nothin’ else right now.”

A slow, knowing smile curled at the corners of Jimmy’s lips, and he nodded, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone as if memorizing the feel of you. He’d always been so in tune with your needs, reading you better than anyone ever could. Tonight, that was exactly what you needed—someone who could remind you that, despite all the stress and chaos of life, you were enough. You were worth more than the grades, more than the late-night studying.

He kissed you again, more urgent this time, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. You responded just as eagerly, your hands tracing along his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. Every touch, every kiss, was like a promise of something deeper, something more meaningful.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, breaking the kiss for just a moment to look you in the eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded without hesitation. “I trust you.”

“Good,” he whispered, his lips curving into that playful grin you loved so much. “I’m gon’ take care of you. Just let go, aight?”

You nodded again, feeling the last remnants of stress fade away. The tension that had been building in your body dissolved as you leaned into him, letting yourself be fully present in the moment. There was no exam, no late-night studying, no pressure. It was just you and him right then and there. and that was more than enough.

He pulled you closer, his hands guiding you gently as he led you to the edge of the bed. The way his hands roamed over your skin, so gentle and reassuring, made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. As his lips brushed against yours again, the kiss was more passionate, a little less urgent now—no longer just about comfort, but about something else entirely, the sheer need between the both of you slightly intensified with each roll of your tongues.

Jimmy’s hands gently guided you backwards onto the bed as your hands grabbed onto his arms and slowly came up to his wrists. His voice was so comforting, you two had sex before but you always got so nervous when you both first initially started. But Jimmy was always there with you to make sure you were okay and comfortable any time you two were intimate. His hands gently snaked their way up your white tank top before making his way to your neck and leaving a trail of kisses down your neck toward your collarbone. “You’re so beautiful mama”, he cooed against your chest before taking off your tank top slowly, the fabric rubbing against your skin as it came off over your head. The semi-cold air hit your dark nipples as Jimmy’s warm hands acted as a heating pad. The friction from him kneading your breasts together, causing your skin to warm up and a soft moan to slip from your parted lips. Jimmy’s lips also parted as he took one of your nipples into his mouth coating it in his saliva causing a moan to erupt from the back of your throat and your hands to end up on the back of his beanie which you slowly pulled off after a moment and tossed toward a random corner in the room.

“J-Jimmy” you pleaded as he turned his attention to your other nipple but you were getting desperate. Your hips couldn’t stay down and your legs wouldn’t stop moving, the sharp jolts of electricity coarsing through your breasts each time Jimmy’s tongue hit them was so pleasurable but you needed more of that stimulation…elsewhere. Jimmy noticed too because he slowly pulled away while his eyes locked onto yours.

When he looks at you like that, it’s a gaze that feels like it’s cutting through all the noise around you. They didn’t have any urgency or desire, but with something much deeper—tender and protective. The intensity was there, but it wasn’t forceful. It’s like he’s silently saying, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

His pupils were soft, you could feel the weight of his attention, as he placed soft kisses down your stomach and snaked his fingers around the bridges of your green sweatpants before slipping them off and tossing them to the floor. It was like he was absorbing every piece of you, with just his gaze along, the actions were just an added bonus.

That warmth in his eyes, it was such a a care that wrapped around you even when he wasn’t saying a word. His hands slowly massaged your legs, his rough hands contrasting against your smooth melanated skin before he leaned down and caught the helm of your panties between those perfect white teeth as he pulled those off of you too leaving you completely exposed to him.

His grip around your legs suddenly became apparent as he pushed them aside, exposing your pussy to him further. “Just relax, okay?” He said before leaning between your legs and pressing his tongue against your folds, the skin tissue in between your legs being disrupted by the muscle between his lips. A tiny gasp escaped from you before you felt his tongue began to move up and down the slit in between your legs, his eyes staying focused on yours completely, your hand eventually grabbed onto his and he caught the memo because his intertwined with yours at that moment.

His tongue dived deeper in between your folds before finding the opening to your entrance and immediately exploring it causing your other hand to make its way onto his head, your fingers running through his scalp as another gasp escaped from you. The more his tongue moved, it was like your body became less rigid, your hips grew a mind of their own, and your breathing became more and more sharp. The jolts of electricity that coarsed through you with each roll of that muscle was exhilarating.

Feeling some of your liquid pool around his tongue, Jimmy decided to take it up a notch and move his tongue upward towards your clit before suddenly attaching himself to the tissue. His tongue skillfully rolling around it as he began to suck on it causing more of your wetness to spill from your opening and your hips to move upward once more and one of your hands to grip onto his while the other gripped onto his scalp. You no longer let out gasps, they were full on moans because of how good it felt. The feeling of his beard rubbing against the bottom half of your pussy contrasting with his tongue giving all of its attention to the top half did something to you. It was insane.

“I’m g-gonna c-cum” you breathlessly stated before all you got in response was a moan from Jimmy who took it upon himself to flick his tongue at a faster pace and moan against your clit on purpose knowing the pleasure it caused. Your core was tightening and your pussy was already spilling, but it was nothing compared to the orgasm that suddenly hit you like a truck when Jimmy flicked his tongue again. Your hips bucked themselves forward as your hands pulled away from his scalp and gripped the sheets under you. “S-Shit!” You moaned out as your chest rose and fell rapidly as you rode out your high, the exam becoming a background thought to the pleasure you just received.

Your body shook as Jimmy kept going, making sure to lap up every bit of your wetness which caused you smile from pleasure and amusement. After he was done, you used your other hand to pull him toward you before kissing him, tasting your aftermath on his tongue and some of his beard but your hands handled that for you. Both your hands gripped the sides of his cheeks as your thumb rubbed over his beard getting some of it on them too, but that wasn’t a thought either because the moment you pulled away from the kiss you stared at Jimmy before licking both your fingers clean before smirking.

“You are somethin’ else f’real girl” he said as he took off his clothes tossing them to the floor before smiling and pinning you to the bed as you chuckled slightly. “But you love me.” You said kissing his nose. “You damn right” he said before planting a soft kiss on your lips to which you returned. His cock hit against your leg as you bit your lip the moment he pulled away from the kiss before looking up at him. He slowly positioned his mushroom tip at your entrance but not pushing in yet because he wanted to make sure you were okay before doing anything further.

You could feel how big he was by the tip alone, the exam was the last thing on your mind, it was to a point where you damn near forgot that it existed. “Lemme know if you need a moment, alright?” He murmured before stroking his dick a few times and slowly pushing into you slowly expanding your walls, earning a gasp of pleasure with a hint of pain from you. You two hadn’t had sex it in a while due to how busy you had both been and it was more so pleasurable than painful, but damn he was still big and your walls had to recalibrate and get use to the feeling all over again. And it was amazing.

Jimmy paused but he wasn’t even halfway inside of you to which you weren’t surprised but still, he was so big and you knew the more he pushed, the fuller your insides would feel. “You okay Y/N?” God he was such a caring boyfriend. “Y-Yeah, you can p-push the rest of i-it in.” Jimmy saw you stutter and knew how stubborn you were but that was one of the things he loved about you. “Hold onto me” he commanded which you happily obliged as your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands gripped your waist as he pushed into you further, his dick eventually sinking into you all the way to the base earning a loud moan from you as your legs trembled once. “I know, it’s in there now, you’re okay.” He reassured but didn’t move till you told him to, which didn’t take long because boy did you wanna feel that Samoan dick creating a stress free environment inside your mind and outside. The moment Jimmy received the okay, your legs wrapped around his waist for more stability as he pushed and pulled out of you. Your walls moving back and forth each time his dick entered and exited, you couldn’t help but make eye contact with him knowing that it was him who made you feel like this.

The world around you two melted away the moment his lips met yours as yours reciprocated, both your tongues meeting one another in a heated tongue battle while Jimmy made love to you. Because this wasn’t just sex, this was your boyfriend who was showing you how much he truly cared about you and was willing to do anything it took to make you feel better. As you pulled away from the kiss, your soft moans turned into much more louder ones the deeper he got, there was so much passion behind how his hips met yours that you couldn’t even wrap your mind around it. “J-Jimmy” you pleaded, your arms wrapping tighter and tighter around his neck and your legs wrapping tighter around his waist; his tatted muscles contracting each time he gripped your waist or the sheets that were currently getting messed up under you.

He hummed in response before soon enough you felt his lips and his beard connect with your neck, you could feel his tongue glide across the skin earning another moan from you as your fingers glided through his hair. Leaning your head back to give him more room, your moans suddenly became louder as you felt Jimmy brush up against that one spot you knew he’d eventually find. The shivers that sent through your body, you needed that again desperately and you begged for it. “R-Right there!” You pleaded to which he responded thrusting forward again directly towards that same spot all while his tip was currently diving towards your cervix. “Right there huh?” He said before pulling away from your neck and going back to making eye contact with you which made you melt into a puddle underneath him, your insides becoming a mess from how Jimmy was passionately turning your insides every way but loose. “Y-Yes!” You moaned out raising your hips slightly knowing your orgasm was getting closer and closer. “I’m c-close! Don’t s-stop!” You begged as you tried your best to keep eye contact despite your eyes rolling back. Your insides desperately gripped onto Jimmy’s cock as he kept hitting that spot before contracting as you came undone under him. “That’s right mama, let go.” You couldn’t help but scream his name as your insides became a puddle underneath him but you knew it wasn’t over because he hadn’t came yet. As risky as it was, you didn’t want him to pull out and you begged him not to.

“D-Don’t pull it out, c-cum inside me.” Jimmy looked a bit taken back but that expression quickly changed to one of satisfaction, your arms and legs still remaining locked in place around him. But Jimmy wanted it that way, having you wrapped around him where it was just you two, your mind not focusing on anything but him in this moment which he got. That combined with the fact that you were begging for him to let his seed out inside of you, and that you had just came undone because of him was enough to push him over the edge as his eyes didn’t leave yours. A loud moan escaped his lips as his hips kissed yours one last time before you felt that warm semi-thick liquid pool inside of you causing your head to fall into your pillow as Jimmy’s head fell into your neck, both of you panting from the events that just occurred.

After coming down from your highs, Jimmy planted a soft kiss on your forehead the moment you looked at him. “Still stressed out?”

“With the sex I just got? Hell no” you said before chuckling as he joined in.

“Nah f’real though. I love you, don’t stress so much alright?”

“I’ll try not to. I love you too.”

ꨄ

Authors Note: Don’t worry I didn’t forget about Jiimmy neither 😉

Authors Note #2: This was suppose to be a double upload with Jey but that Jey one was too good not to post I’m so sorry😭 hope y’all enjoy this one too though!

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[caramelcleopatraa]

Private (Suit & Tie Revised)

Word Count: 1,300~

x: Somehow a lot easier to write, so I was able to get this entire part written in a night and some change. Came out sooner than expected as well. Don't get comfortable too long, cause I got some plans for these characters aaaand some tea *clacks fan* 🧐

xx: coming back to my old work makes me cringe so bad bruh

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, 18+, MDNI... please, oral ( f receiving)

“Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

Roman wasted no time tasting you. You sharply inhaled as Roman’s tongue pressed flat against your pussy. His eyes lingered on you, he wanted to see how you react when he touches you. He wanted to see how good he can make you feel. He wanted to see how your eyes roll back when you cum on his tongue. He barely knew you, and he was never one to attach to people so quickly. But your independence and fierceness were so magnetizing to him. Your presence, how you hold yourself, that attitude of yours, how you melt in his hands. It left him wanting more. Which led him to the position that he’s in right now. Between your legs while indulging himself in your sweet juices. 

Your hand makes its way to his head of hair, trying your best not to grab him for dear life. Your chest rises up and down from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. You’d probably never admit it even if your life was on the line, but you had never felt like this before. You’ve had your fair share of experiences, but this. Him. He made you feel so high off of pleasure. Your mind was in shambles already, and you have yet to cum. "Lemme love on that pussy, baby."

Loud moans shamelessly filled the empty space in the room. His hands wrap around your thighs to stop your thighs from shaking so intensely. He was making love to your pussy, and neither of you wanted it to stop.

The meticulous slow licks up your cunt made you lose your mind. His sudden change in pace left you whining and begging for him to go faster. He takes his time trailing wet kisses from your folds, to your clit, to your thighs, and any other place on your body that his lips could reach. You finally get a clear glimpse of his face. Still absurdly handsome, but now, his lower face is soaked in your wetness. “That pussy got me drenched baby.” His irresistible teasing had you rolling your eyes and dismissively waving him off, giving him somewhat of an attitude. But inside, you knew you were melting at his words. Taking the little summation of common sense you had, you retaliated. “Is that supposed to be a problem? This ain’t no average pussy Mr. Reigns.” 

“Damn right this ain’t no regular pussy,” He moans before delving into your core once more. “Good ass pussy.”

The ruthless cycle of licking and sucking made your whole body shake. Your needy and eager praises made him proud, encouraging him to keep going. He no longer wanted to toy with you, he wanted to make you cum. Work you up, just to be the one that sees you come down from your high feeling satisfied and taken care of. That familiar feeling came faster than you expected. You would’ve tried your best to hold it off, but considering how good you felt, you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Needed to. Your hands push at his head while you weakly warn him that you're close. He didn’t budge. He stubbornly sat there, lapping up every drop of you without a second thought. He wanted you to make a mess. He wanted you to cum all over his face while he licked up your release just to make you do it again. You were going to give him what he wanted, and he wasn’t leaving this dressing room without it. Your moans got louder, and your pleasure was steadily rising. You were about to explode. You weren't able to ignore this desire anymore. There was nothing more you wanted than to cum in his mouth. 

“Cum on my tongue, mama.”

Those 5 words were enough to send you over the edge. You unconsciously looked at him to see his reaction and you found his brown eyes locking onto yours. Neither of you looked away. He stared into your soul as he licked your pussy clean. You almost thought he was never going to move, based on the way he was eating you out. Any stray drops would land in his beard and dampen the seat. His thumbs massaged your thighs as you tried your best to calm yourself down from the mindblowing orgasm you just had. Strings of whispered curse words exited your mouth. Your hands trailed down your body to meet his and you interlaced his hands with yours. He stood up, still holding on to you, and pulled you to sit up. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. You were hoisted onto his lap and laid on his chest. You didn't take him as someone to give aftercare, but you didn’t reject the attention you were being given at the moment. 

“How was that Ms. Expert?” Roman says, slowly rubbing the small of your back. You let your left hand rest on his chest while your right hand grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you. “It was good,” you say with a smile.

“I was definitely expecting you to be rougher,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably in his lap. “I will be when I fuck you. I said that I would take care of you, relieve your stress. And apparently, mama said I did a good job.” You two share smiles and laughter for a short time. You loved every second of this interaction, but something was gnawing at you. You had to ask, it was going to drive you insane if you didn't have answers. 

“So is she just a temporary accessory or your bottom bitch?” You asked with curiosity in your voice. He takes a moment to analyze your question. “More like a leech,” he says dismissively. His tone conveyed that this was a topic that wasn't a big deal to him. However, you still want to know more. “Seems like you attract leeches huh?” You feel his laughter through his chest.

“Hah hah very funny,” he utters sarcastically. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because my employee wants to join your roster.”

You were deep in thought. You were thinking about so many different situations and possibilities. ‘Was he just doing this because he was bored? Does he think of me like how he thinks of De’arra? Is he just taking advantage of me?’ 

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere.

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

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[bijouxcarys]

𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 - 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘙𝘈𝘞. 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝟣𝟤𝘵𝘩, 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟦.

[cryptidwrestling]

The chill that went down my spine with Seth mentioning adapting

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Dexter Lumis vs The Miz:Raw 12/23/24

[codypunk]

mother and daughter by hayan charara x seth & steph

[kadencactus]

Unfortunately I've taken a liking to these evil dorks and made a bunch of gifs of them 😞

[plaidpajamallama]

Saw someone say that Seth is making his own authority and I’m here for that give it to me now

[south-of-heaven]

Can i request Karrion Kross x Scarlett x fem reader? Maybe reader gets surrounded by a faction in a match and they come out and save her? please

Got Your Back || Karrion Kross x Reader x Scarlett Bordeaux

Summary: Bobby and the Street Profits surround you after winning your match against B-Fab. Kross and Scarlett save you.

You stand in the ring, panting slightly from the exertion of your hard-fought victory against B-Fab. But any sense of triumph is quickly overshadowed as Bobby and the Street Profits swarm around you, their menacing presence closing in.

Panic surges through you as you realize you're outnumbered and vulnerable. You try to back away, but their circle tightens, leaving you with nowhere to run. Fear grips you as you prepare for the inevitable onslaught.

Just as you're about to be overwhelmed, a sudden eruption of noise echoes through the arena. Through the chaos, you catch sight of Kross and Scarlett emerging from the entrance ramp, flanked by the imposing figures of Akam and Rezar, the Authors of Pain.

With a sense of relief flooding through you, you watch as Kross strides purposefully towards the ring, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the would-be attackers. Scarlett follows closely behind him, her expression steely as she surveys the scene before her.

As the AOP join the fray, Bobby and the Street Profits hesitate, their confidence waning in the face of the formidable opposition. Kross wastes no time in launching a relentless assault, his powerful strikes sending Bobby reeling.

Meanwhile, Scarlett steps forward, her presence commanding as she offers you a reassuring smile, her gaze unwavering as she beckons you towards her. With a surge of determination, you follow her lead, trusting in her and Kross to keep you safe.

As the chaos unfolds around you, the AOP and Kross work in perfect harmony, their combined strength overwhelming the would-be attackers. With each blow they deliver, you feel a surge of gratitude towards them, knowing that they've risked everything to come to your aid.

Finally, the dust settles, and you find yourself standing amidst the wreckage of the confrontation, your heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter. You glance up at Kross and Scarlett, their expressions fierce yet reassuring as they stand by your side, their unwavering support a comforting presence in the aftermath of the chaos.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely above a hoarse murmur as you offer them a grateful smile.

Kross nods in acknowledgment, his gaze intense yet oddly comforting as he surveys the scene before him. Scarlett reaches out, her hand gentle as she brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, her touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"We've got your back," she says softly, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos of the moment. "Always."

[sxvual]

Felicity • f o u r

a/n: here it is! definitely my favorite so far, she's a long one so enjoy plzzz lmk how you guys felt about it!

DM always open 💌!

cw: a little angst, mentions of infidelity, suggestive mature content

listening suggestions : love me not by ravyn lenae

word count: 8.2k

Athena’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the high-rise building, each step a rhythmic reminder of her control—at least, that’s what she told herself. She was dressed to perfection, in a pair of tailored black slacks, a fitted black turtleneck that accentuated her posture, and a sleek designer leather coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders. Gold jewelry glinted in the light as she moved, the kind of elegance that demanded attention, demanded the attention fitting of someone who owned everything around her literally. The St. Clare & James building was buzzing, the gala had gone off without a hitch yes, but there was always more to do to ensure the success of their brand and everyone else's they handled. 

But today… today something felt off.

Her hair was pulled back into a sleek, tight bun, her features set into a neutral mask of professionalism, but beneath the surface, tension coiled in her chest, tight and uncomfortable.

Those instincts of hers were doing their thing again, and Athena was listening. 

The usual eyes that followed her felt… different today. The glances from employees who typically nodded or greeted her with respect and admiration were now more intense, more scrutinizing. There was a weight to the gazes, something sharp in the air that sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t the typical level of respect or admiration she was used to—no, this felt oddly personal, invasive. 

Like they knew something she didn’t. Athena's sculpted jaw twitched with uncomfortable anticipation. As she strode past the marble pillars of her building’s lobby, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched like prey in the middle of a room full of predators.

She tried to push the feeling down, tried to convince herself that it was just the stress of being the boss, that the pressure of keeping everything together might have been playing tricks on her mind. But the whispers, the sideways glances, they weren't normal. They were too deliberate, too unsettling.

Athena gritted her teeth as she stepped into the elevator. She had work to do, and she couldn’t afford to get distracted by something that felt like nothing more than a passing gut instinct. As the doors closed, she leaned against the mirrored wall, exhaling slowly.

The tension in her body didn’t dissipate. If anything, it tightened further as she reached closer and closer to her office on the 21st floor. 

The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor. Athena straightened, exhaling, ready to face her empire once more. But when the doors slid open and she stepped out into the hallway, her gaze immediately froze.

Dallas was sitting there.

Her estranged husband. He looked out of place in the pristine, modern decor of her building, his posture too casual for a place that demanded respect. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his tailored suit immaculate. But the smirk on his face—the one that she remembered all too well—made her blood boil.

“Dallas,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice flat but carrying a weight of venom beneath it.

He didn't rise to greet her. Instead, he leaned back in her chair, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Athena. Didn't expect to see you so soon today," he said, his voice oozing with false politeness.

Every muscle in her body tensed, fury rising in waves beneath her skin. His presence was an intrusion, an affront to everything she’d worked so hard for in the months since they’d separated. Months of putting herself together after the betrayal, months of pretending she wasn’t broken. She had fought to reclaim her life, to rebuild, and now here he was again, like a specter of her past, refusing to let her move on.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Athena snapped, her fingers gripping the edge of the door frame as she stood still, glaring at him. “You have no right to be here.”

Dallas didn’t flinch. He simply regarded her wandering eyes, his gaze steady as he folded his hands in his lap. “I think we need to talk.”

"Talk?" Athena repeated, stepping closer to him, her heels clicking with each deliberate step. "I have nothing to say to you, Dallas."

A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes, but he quickly masked it with that same smug expression. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to fix things between us.” There was nothing genuine about him, from his botoxed cheeks to his overly gelled hair. He was as fake as they come.

Her heart gave an involuntary lurch, the anger bubbling up once again, thicker and fiercer than before. “Fix things?” she said, her voice rising. “You’re going to fix things after what you did?” The words tasted like acid on her tongue, bile and rage fighting for control.

“With who? Gotta be some other bitch, because it ain’t me boy.” Something about Dallas always brought out the angriest side of her, the one she tried so hard to control and mask behind cold neutrality. “Estupido.” her faint accent slipped past her defenses. 

Dallas finally stood up, adjusting his jacket as he faced her—it looked cheap, without her to damn near lay his clothes out every morning Dallas looked ass backwards in his funky red and grey plaid suit. His face softened, though his voice still held that overly controlled tone, giving away his insincerity. “I know I messed up, Athena. I know I hurt you, but I’m trying to make it right.” He paused for a moment, watching her carefully. “We can fix this, you and me. I don’t want a divorce.”

The words hit her like a slap in the face. “You don’t want a divorce?” Athena’s voice trembled with the force of her restraint, her chest tightening with every word. "You don’t get to make that decision anymore, Dallas. You cheated on me. You lied. You broke everything between us." Her pulse thundered in her ears, but she didn't flinch. “No. I’m done with you.”

Dallas stepped forward, a flash of annoyance crossing his features as he reached for her arm. She jerked it away, eyes blazing. "Don't touch me."

“I know it’s hard to see past the anger, Athena, but this isn’t just about what I did,” Dallas said, his voice lowering. “It’s about us. I want to reconcile. I want to make this work. I’ve realized what I lost, and I can’t let you go. And we can’t move on till you admit your faults too…”

Athena’s face crumbled up like a ball of paper. She couldn’t have heard that right, there was no way…admit her faults. What the fuck was she at fault for? She didn’t disrespect their vows, their marriage, their fucking home. Yeah—further going through his messages and emails Athena realized Dallas had also brought his whore into their home to play house whenever she was away. 

Calmly as she could, she stepped forward and shoved Dallas with more might than she even realized she could muster. “My faults? Please Dallas, tell me how I played a part in YOUR affair?” In shock Dallas stumbled into the armchair behind him, and looked up at with stupefaction like at any moment her steely gaze would turn him to stone. 

But it went quickly and Dallas arose, the fake sincerity gone, his jaw clenched and teeth bared like a dog ready for a street fight. This is how it was when they argued. Nasty and hateful. 

“All you cared about was this,” his hands flew wildly around his scrawny frame as motioned around her dimly lit office. “For the past 2 years you’ve practically fucking lived in this builiding, you made this damn company you’re life.” his eyes were wild as he threw accusations at her like sharpened daggers. 

“I built this place up from the ground, excuse me if it means something to me, excuse me if I can’t lean on mommy and daddy’s money to save me from all my failed business ventures.” Athene spat the words at him like venom and she almost swore she could see him flitch at the ferocity. Dallas was a trust fund baby, his parents were brainless politicians that let him coast through life with his dick in hands. And now Athena was paying the price.

“God,” he shook his head, “you always thought you were better than me, you wanted to be the man so bad, might as well take my balls with you to work everyday Athena, shit!” 

Athena was taken back, how dare he accuse her of emasculating him. All she ever wanted was a man, a real man but Dallas blamed her because he couldn’t step up to the plate. Yeah that’s her fucking fault!

Athena stared at him, incredulous, her heart pounding. The nerve. The sheer arrogance. “If that’s the case, then what is this? You want me back because your little affair with Tiffany ended? Yet you can’t even stand me! You don’t want me, you just can’t handle that both of us left you, and you’re alone. You’ve been begging her for forgiveness, haven’t you?” She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m not your second choice, Dallas. You don’t get to come crawling back to me just because your side piece left you. You made your bed. Now lie in it.”

His facade was cracked fully at this point, his words came out harsh, spit flying. “Tiffany didn’t leave me because of you. She—”

“Don’t even,” Athena interrupted, her voice rising with each word. “You can’t keep playing the victim. You ruined this, Dallas. Not me. You. Your actions are only on you!”

The tension in the air was thick, the silence between them loud with unspoken anger, regret, and bitterness. Finally, Athena turned her back to him, moving toward her office.

“You’re still married to me, Athena.” His voice followed her, a final attempt to keep her from walking away. He said it like it meant something, like he owned her. “We’re not officially divorced. And you’re not the only one who’s hurting here.”

She stopped in her tracks, her back to him, her shoulders stiff as a sheet of ice. For a moment, the weight of his words sank in, and then she spun on her heel, fury painted across her features. “I don’t need your permission, Dallas. We are done. If you can’t give me the divorce, I’ll take it to the courts, and you know I’ll win.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but she cut him off with a sharp, final gesture. “And you don’t want that, I’m trying to be reasonable but I don’t know how long that’ll last…remember without me you can’t afford to pay me alimony.” She bit, because they both know Athena would take him to the cleaners just for fun. 

Dallas opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Don’t come back here. Ever.”

The door to her office slammed shut behind him, leaving her standing in the quiet, still chaos of her own emotions. She pressed her palm to her forehead, trying to steady her breath.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

It was Roman.

Taking a deep breath, she answered. “Roman.”

“Hey, beautiful, I’ll be by soon to pick you up for lunch—” His smooth tone even over the phone slid through ears like warm honey. Athena closed her eyes for a moment, allowing his voice to ground her, offering something steady in the midst of the storm she’d just walked through. “Sounds perfect,” she said, her voice finally returning to something resembling calm. “I’ll be ready.”

Athena decided she’d wait in the lobby for Roman, slamming the door of her office behind her  with a force that rattled the glass in its frame, the anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface finally boiling over. And she no longer wanted to be in a space where Dallas occupied. His overpowering cologne stealing the air in her otherwise fresh smelling office. 

She couldn’t even process the words she'd exchanged with Dallas—everything had happened too quickly, a blur of old wounds opening, all of it made worse by the smugness that radiated from him like an odor she couldn’t shake off.

She walked a quick unshakable pace to the elevator, her heels clicking harshly against the polished floors, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet halls.

How dare he? After everything, after the lies, the betrayal, after everything he had done to her, he still had the nerve to sit there with that self-righteous look on his face, acting like he had a damn right to talk to her like they were still some happy couple.

She ran a hand over face, tugging at her skin in visceral frustration. She was so tired of him. Of him and everything he had brought into her life—his deceit, his manipulations. Every time she thought she was finally free of him, he found a way to worm back in, like some fucking parasite. And now, this.

She stopped mid-step and looked at her reflection in the glass wall, glaring at herself for a moment, as if to remind herself of the woman she was supposed to be—the strong, confident Athena who never let anyone take advantage of her. But all she saw was someone who had been foolish enough to believe in the lie that was her marriage.

The anger swelled again, hot and biting, filling her chest like a fire that refused to go out. She could still feel the weight of his eyes on her, the way he'd looked at her like she was just supposed to forgive him, like the months they’d spent apart meant nothing. 

Like he hadn’t shattered everything they once had with his affair, with her. Tiffany. His secretary. The one who had been so willing to tear apart their life without a second thought. Athena clenched her fists, the burn in her stomach rising up into her throat, suffocating her.

How dare he.

She needed to calm down, and needed to get a grip. She was the boss—the boss. No one should have the power to throw her off balance like this. But Dallas had a way of getting under her skin. Always had. He was charming, manipulative, a master of wearing people down until they just gave in, until they couldn’t see the damage he’d done anymore.

And that was what infuriated her the most—he thought he could just walk back into her life. Thought that after all the lies, all the hurt, she’d just roll over and let him back in. Like the months of separation, the broken promises, the countless times she’d told herself she was done with him, meant nothing.

And now he wouldn’t give her the damn divorce.

She slammed her hand against the elevator wall, her breath coming faster, heart pounding. He was refusing to give her the divorce. Still holding on to her, like she was some damn possession to be claimed, like she couldn’t make a choice for herself. That was the final straw. She had tried to cut ties, tried to walk away, but he was still clinging to her, trying to force some kind of reconciliation on his terms. And the worst part? He was only doing it because Tiffany—the woman he had left her for—had dropped him like a bad habit the second she got what she wanted.

She was just some kind of consolation prize now. He wanted her back only because the one he actually wanted didn’t want him anymore.

God, how he disgusted her.

Athena took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She could feel the sweat gathering at her temples, the tension in her shoulders tightening as she held herself rigid, trying to keep it together. The office was too quiet now, the silence pressing down on her, suffocating her. She looked out the window, staring out over the city below, but it did nothing to calm her.

Her thoughts were racing, every flash of her past with Dallas, every broken promise, every moment of trust shattered into pieces. She had worked so hard to unfeel it all. To erase him from her life. She didn’t want to feel that pain anymore. She didn’t want to feel like she was still stuck in some kind of never-ending loop of resentment and frustration, where every time she tried to move forward, he found a way to drag her back.

But he wasn’t going to win. He wasn’t going to get to control her like this. Not anymore.

She ran a hand over her slicked back hair, her thoughts snapping back to the phone call she’d had earlier with Roman, the promise of lunch. The thought of Roman was a fleeting comfort. He was different. He didn’t see her as a prize to be fought over. No—Roman was someone who understood the value of autonomy, of choice. He wasn’t trying to reel her back in under false pretenses. He had no ulterior motive. He wanted her for her, for what she brought to the table—not because he saw her as a way to fix his own problems.

Professionally that is, Athena mentally caught herself.

But thinking that maybe he wanted her in another way…that thought made her feel… lighter somehow. Like maybe there was a path forward that didn’t involve constantly looking over her shoulder, worrying about whether or not Dallas was going to rear his ugly head again.

With a deep breath, Athena straightened up, wiping the last traces of anger from her face. She had a meeting with Roman. She had work to do.

Dallas could wait. He didn’t own her. Not anymore.

She reached for her phone and sent a quick message to her assistant, requesting that she be left undisturbed for the rest of the day. Athena didn’t have the mental space for any more interruptions. Not now.

The past was behind her. And whatever came next with Roman… well, that was something she was ready to face, with no baggage holding her back.

She was done with Dallas. She was done being dragged back into that toxic mess. She just had to go about being done with him permanently. Legally. 

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Athena adjusted the sleek leather jacket over her shoulders as she stepped into the elevator, her heels clicking against the marble floor of her office building. The echoes seemed louder than usual today.

 A strange, heavy air had followed her through the halls since her tense confrontation with Dallas—an unresolved storm that left her head buzzing. It was likely the appearance of Dallas that had her office buzzing, Athena liked to keep things close to the chest especially when it came to her relationships but somehow the gossip mill still went on. 

It was only a month after her separation did the entire office catch wind of the trouble in paradise. She made a mental note to not only have Dallas’s presence banned from her workplace, but also contact someone in HR and arrange for a presentation on professionalism and the importance of performance management. If only she could stay out her damn business to the email.

She exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the bad energy as the elevator doors closed.

As the doors opened, she stepped out into the lobby, scanning the room for Roman. She spotted him immediately. Even in the crowd of suited professionals, he stood out—his presence commanding without being overpowering, his sharp suit and confident posture making him a natural focal point. He was holding something towards her.

Athena’s body physically stuttered. He had flowers. Roman had flowers for her…

Roman smiled when he saw her approach, his eyes warm with a hint of mischief. "I hope you don’t mind," he teased, his voice rich with an easy charm as he gently extended the bouquet of wildflowers and tiger lily’s towards her. 

She took them at a loss for words, “You got me flowers.” her statement came out wobbly like a question, so unlike her. She stared at the mix of pink, orange, and reddish hues and fought down a grin. 

“I did, my mother would kill me if I took a lady out and didn’t give her flowers. I hope you like them, so I contacted your assistant and asked what you might like.” Athena's head tilted questionably, Just how the hell did he know to do that? 

“I called the office, told them who I was. They put me through to her…” 

Athena sucked her teeth, she wanted to scold the employees, maybe even fire somebody  in charge of the company phone tree, but it was no use. A name as big as Romans was bound to get through and get what we wanted.

Athena couldn’t help but smile, the tension from earlier lifting just slightly, she held her flowers closer. "Well aren’t you just chivalrous as ever"

“What can I say, I know how to treat a lady, now let me treat you some more,” Roman replied smoothly, offering her his arm.

 “You more than deserve a nice meal. I’ve picked a place, trust me. It’s… the kind of place where business is always secondary. Let’s enjoy the food, the atmosphere, and maybe, if we’re lucky, each other, before we dive into the heavy stuff.” He held a sly grin clearly proud of the double meaning behind his teasing sentiments.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "You know how to make an invitation sound enticing. But this is just a business meeting, Roman, you know this..” 

"Just wait until you see the restaurant," Roman said, flashing a grin. "It’ll live up to the hype." Not acknowledging the rest of her statement. 

Athena couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gratitude for easygoingness and oddly his flirtation despite clearly knowing it crossed professional lines. After the confrontation with Dallas, where every word had felt like a challenge, this felt like a breath of fresh air—a small moment where things were about her. Where she didn’t have to shoulder the weight of everything alone. It was a luxury she hadn’t had much of lately.

They made their way out of the building and into the crisp afternoon air. Roman's car, sleek and black, awaited them at the curb. Roman opened her door immediately, offering his hand to help, causing her face to heat up. 

Athena slid into the passenger seat, grateful for the quiet moment that followed. She used it as a second to collect herself before he rounded the car to take his place in the driver's seat. The drive was smooth, Roman’s easy conversation making her relax as the city moved around them.

In the passenger seat sat straight up, her posture impeccable even against the comfort leather seat waiting for her to sink into it. Her deep brown eyes, ever cool and alert, surveyed the outside with a learned measure calm. 

Yet, while composed, she couldn’t ignore the subtle tension that electrified the confined space between them after the small talk died down. 

Roman, in the driver's seat, stole glances at her—a glance that lingered on every detail: the graceful curve of her tall, softly built frame, the way the few curly pieces of her highlighted hair framed her face—she was effortless elegance. And her captivating eyes—undoubtley Roman’s favorite part of her…so far that is, held unspoken invitation. 

He shifted in seat and leaned just the smallest big closer to her, his frame warm and engaging. 

“Hard to believe an executive like you has such a busy schedule and still finds time for a….personal meeting,” Roman remarked with a playful lilt as he drove. He also knew from calling her assistant that she originally thought he was calling for an appointment and regretfully informed him that Athena James had cleared her schedule for a late lunch today.

Though her expression remained unmoving an almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her full glossed lips, “I run my own firm, Roman. St. Clare & James isn’t a side project—it's my life. So, you’d think I’d be inundated with calls and meetings,” her tone was dry but laced with humor.

Roman chuckled, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well maybe I’m just lucky or perhaps it's just fate that the best cross paths like this..” he smoothly said as he adjusted his grip on the wheel.

He inched the conversation with an almost cocky air, “But, between you and me, I can’t help but notice how you make every minute count.” Athena lifted her chin slightly unsure of what he was getting at. 

Roman continued, “Even on a regular hectic day, you look….undeniably mesmerizing.” 

The air in the car crackled with electricity. Roman knew what he was doing, and Athena was letting him. Even worse, she caught herself enjoying it. 

‘What a way with words you have Mr. Reigns. I'm surprised you're not somewhere choking on your own charm,” she quipped, edging him with a playful warmth.

Romans smile widened. “The way you say Mr. Reigns will have someone choking on something for sure.” She scoffed, completely shocked by the outright boldness. Athena should’ve wrung him out to dry for his misplaced sexual innuendo. 

Yet she didn’t.

Because it wasn’t that misplaced, was it? That little voice in her head taunted her. And so did the teasing smirk resting happily on Roman’s annoying handsome face. 

“I see a lot in you Athena—your skill, your poise, and yes, your beauty. It’s not often I meet someone who commands a room with the strength of just her pinky finger, and the other day you did more than just commanding the room. You saved my reputation.” 

For a moment, the banter softened into a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken admiration. Roman’s mind raced in the silence with thoughts of their upcoming meeting—the potential of working together, her thrilling intellect, and her undeniable sexyness. 

Allowing himself a private moment of reflection: Here was a woman who could not only elevate his public image but simultaneously be the most alluring woman he’d ever come across. 

She was the object of all his current desires, and while Roman was sure to admire her beyond her physical beauty—her strong resolve and strategic mind standing out—having a beautiful face and out of this world body surely had a draw on the big man who at the end of the day was just a man. 

When they arrived, the restaurant was even more impressive than Athena had anticipated—a quiet, upscale spot tucked away in a corner of the city that seemed to belong to another world entirely. Roman led her inside, and the maître d’ greeted them by name before escorting them to a private table in a corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the main dining area.

The atmosphere was intimate, luxurious, with soft lighting and deep velvet accents that made the space feel warm without being too flashy. Roman held the chair out for Athena as she sat, and the small gesture—thoughtful yet simple—felt oddly comforting.

“I must insist before you start,” he cut in before Athena could begin with characteristic charm, “we eat first.”

Athena raised her brow at his direct defiance of her, “Lunch?” she echoed, her tone cool and curious. 

Roman nodded a smile playing along his lips, “Absolutely. You handle crises like a virtuoso. But even the best need to refuel. Besides, it gives us time to talk—and who knows, maybe even enjoy each other's company a little more before we get down to the nitty gritty.” 

Smoothing down her tailored attire, a picture of professional elegance. She acquiesced and picked up her menu without meeting Roman’s enticing brown eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I already picked out some dishes you might appreciate.”

Athena couldn’t help her full smile, and Roman drank it in with vigor. Beautiful. 

They were greeted by the sommelier, who suggested a bottle of wine, and Roman agreed immediately, signaling a shift in the atmosphere from business to something far more personal. The clink of wine glasses filled the space between them, and for the first time in days, Athena felt herself start to unwind. 

And despite everything she tried to warn him about, strict professionalism that is, Athena found herself getting more comfortable with Roman than she anticipated.

As they sipped their wine, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—some banter about the city, a few shared stories from their respective childhoods, and talk of recent trips. The food came in courses, each one more delectable than the last, and Athena found herself truly enjoying the experience, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

Forgetting the purpose of their meeting originally entirely. 

Until Roman broke the comfortable silence that fell over them as they ate. Eyes never leaving hers, “I must confess,” he began, “even as we sit here, I can’t help but be drawn to your skillful sense of balance. You have impeccable business acumen and well…everything else that makes you extraordinary.” Roman wanted to think all of this praise was coming from his lustful desire, but the words flowed most naturally because he meant them. 

He wasn’t a liar by any means, he just didn’t think he’d find himself so entranced by a woman he barely knew. Or at least someone he was looking to hire. 

Her stare softened ever so slightly and for once it was plenty noticeable, not a blink and you miss it sort of thing, however Athena still attempted to hold onto her professional guard. 

“Extraordinary" is a strong word, Roman. I run a business after all. I have clients, deadlines, and a schedule that doesn’t leave much room for personal indulgences.” But something told her Roman Reigns would do his best to see his way around all of what she just listed. 

And while her voice was steady her eyes hinted that she wasn’t entirely immune to his charm. 

Leaning forward, Romans voice lowered to a more earnest timbre. 

“That’s exactly why I want you on my team, Athena James. You’re not just handling another case, you're handling mine. And I’m aware that my reputation, my very image, relies on the work of people that are exceptional. I’m offering you an opportunity to add a high profile client to your portfolio,” and potentially to other places, like your bed, he daringly thought. “And in return you get to work with someone who appreciates the art of your precision and flair.” 

After a lengthy pause Athena let her fork gently clatter to her plate. Her face turned inquisitive, “Roman, let me ask you this,” she said carefully, “why would I personally handle your case like you so obviously want, on top of all of my duties? I have a team to manage PR for high profile clients everyday, never myself. What makes it beneficial for me to invest my time and experience into you?” 

Unbeknownst to her, Athena leaned forward as well. The two spitfire faces were only inches apart as she challenged the man so many crumbled before on a daily basis.

Roman’s eyes glinted with the thrill of the challenge, and he responded smoothly, “Because, Athena, you are the gold standard. You elevate everything you touch—I did my research, you get people movie deals, awards, their names headline the marquee—if I have you personally at my helm, pulling my reigns…” he let the words hang in the air between them, letting the woman before feel the full weight of his words. “It's not just about reputation, it's about transforming it. And Athena I wanna be transformed by you and only you.” 

Athena bit her lip unconsciously, she never thought someone could be so…real. So raw. In their convincing ways.

Roman continued, wishing he could get closer to her and cursing the damn dining table selfishly taking up the space between them, “Your involvement sends a message that my brand isn’t just being managed; it is being mastered by the best in the business. And for you, that's an opportunity to showcase your skills in the spotlight. Us,” he flicked his finger between them. 

Athena caught herself liking the ‘us’ aspect of this more than she should. 

“It's mutually beneficial—your personal brand grows, and I get the advantage of working with the brilliant beauty that is you.” 

Athena regarded him thoughtfully, the gravity of his speech settling deep within her. “I’m aware of the professional benefit from our alignment,” she conceded, “But I need to be sure that this isn’t just about your physical affinity for me. I need to know our collaboration is built on a foundation of shared goals and mutual respect for our individual expertise.” 

Roman’s voice softened, his tone earnest as he leaned forward, close their noses could brush if one person just moved a tad bit forward—”Athena, I’m not merely attracted to you because of your beauty—though, believe, your elegance, your confidence, your sexiness. I’m drawn to you because your skill is rare, your mind, the keen sense of timing you have. These qualities I respect deeply. And I believe what we can create together can transcend the ordinary.”

Athena hummed as he went on, “I want to work with you because you challenge me.” 

For a long moment she allowed the silence to fill the space between them. Her eyes searched for any sign of deception but she couldn’t detect any. She didn’t know whether or not she liked that. 

Finally, with a reserved but genuine smile, she replied simply, “Okay. We’ll get started officially tomorrow. But let's be clear: I want you at my office on time, 7 am, I plan to undo everything those imbeciles taught or told you, and also it will be professional. I have a reputation to uphold, and I won’t compromise on that.” 

Roman smiled warmly at her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and unspoken triumph. “Yes, ma’am.” 

From then on their conversation flowed easily, peppered with banter and moments of shared understanding it was just natural. She could feel the weight of her earlier confrontation with Dallas still lingering, hanging at the edges of her mind like a shadow. Roman, ever perceptive, seemed to notice the change in her demeanor.

“Something’s on your mind,” he said gently, his tone more serious now. “You got quiet on me..”

Athena’s first instinct was to deflect, to bury the conversation under a smile and a change of subject, but something about Roman’s genuine concern made her pause. She chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment, trying to decide whether to let him in.

The walls around her were high, built over months of pain and betrayal. She’d only just begun to peel back some of those layers with him, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to trust him completely with the truth—especially not yet. Still, the way he looked at her, the steadiness in his eyes, made her think maybe, just maybe, he could handle a little honesty.

“I’m fine,” she said, but even to her own ears, it sounded too rehearsed. She pushed her wine glass around in a slow circle. “It’s just… a lot happening at once.”

Roman studied her for a long moment, then leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You don’t have to tell me everything, Athena,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “But if there’s something bothering you, I’m here. You’ve got a lot of people depending on you, but you don’t always have to carry that burden alone.”

Athena looked up at him, feeling the sharp edges of her defenses begin to dull under his gaze. “I… appreciate that,” she said, but she still wasn’t ready to reveal the full truth. Not yet.

“I’m not asking for all the details,” Roman continued, his voice warm with understanding. “But I can see when something’s off. And I know that life for you can get… complicated. So, I just want you to know, if you ever need to talk, I’ll listen. No judgment. No expectations.”

Athena swallowed, her chest tightening slightly as she tried to hold her composure. The simple gesture of him reaching across the table, gently intertwining their fingers, made her heart skip a beat.

Roman’s touch was warm, grounding. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand in a slow, soothing motion. “I like you, Athena, I don’t mind being there for you. You don’t have to go through everything alone.”

The sincerity in his voice almost made her want to open up completely. But she didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, she let out a slow breath, nodding. “Thank you,” she whispered. It was enough for now. More than enough.

The moment of quiet between them was brief, and soon they shifted back to business—though it didn’t feel like business in the same way it had earlier. There was an unspoken tension building between them, a chemistry that neither of them could ignore.

“So,” Athena said, taking another sip of wine, trying to shift the conversation to safer ground. “You’ve been circling this topic all afternoon. What makes you think you’re a worthy client for me?”

Roman’s lips twitched, the teasing glint in his eyes returning. “Ah, you’re finally getting to the real question.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. “Let’s just say, I know how to keep things interesting. And that’s exactly the kind of energy you need. What you do is about more than just PR. It’s about crafting an image, controlling perception. It’s about making people want to know more. And frankly, Athena, I think we’d make quite the team. We both like to control the narrative, don’t we?”

Athena raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. “Is that what you think this is? A ‘narrative’?”

Roman’s grin deepened, and he leaned forward just slightly, lowering his voice. “Oh, I think you’ll find there’s a lot more to this than a ‘narrative.’ But you’ll find that out soon enough.”

She couldn’t deny the chemistry sparking between them. The playful banter, the undercurrent of flirtation, all of it added layers to what had already been a promising partnership.

The air between them shifted, charged with an energy that was both electric and dangerous. As the conversation continued, Athena couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long while, she was being seen for who she really was—not just the boss, but a woman who deserved something more than the weight of her past. And maybe, just maybe, Roman was someone she could lean on to help carry it.

No. He’s a client now, that door is closed.

By the time the check was discreetly settled on Roman’s end, the pair felt that the boundaries business and personal had been acknowledged but firmly acknowledged. Outside the restaurant, the two hadn’t realized how long they stayed. The sun had already begun setting.

Roman pulled up outside Athena’s condominium in his sleek black SUV, the soft glow of the streetlights turning the pavement into a ribbon of gold. The conversation from their late lunch turned dinner lingered in the air—a blend of business strategy and dangerous flirtation that had both of them charged with anticipation. 

Roman made his way around to her side, opening her door and offering her a hand that lingered just a tad longer than necessary on the small of her back, even fully clothed her skin still felt hot. 

“Goodnight Athena.” Roman began to step around to the drivers side, his voice was low and smooth. He moved away from her planning to wave another polite farewell and retreat back into the solitude of his vehicle. 

But before he could, Athena caught his arm—his very muscled arm. And she didn’t know what made her do it, why the hell her lips and mind betrayed her so harshly. But her dark eyes, still vibrant from their earlier exchange, locked onto his. “Roman, wait.” she said softly. 

“I-I’m not quite ready for you to leave..” And now even the usually suave and controlled eyes of Roman Reigns flickered with abject surprise, “Oh?” he replied. “And what did you have in mind?” his voice dripped with tease. 

A slow smile spread across her face as she took a step closer. Maybe it was the wine. 

“How about a quick nightcap? Just a quick drink to celebrate this,” she motioned between them, her small hand whisking between them, “Just a quick drink—no work talk, no agendas.” she offered her tone, lost its ice completely, just warmth and suggestive invitation. 

“Are you sure?” Roman wanted to jump at the chance to say yes. But he had to be sure it wasn’t the two glasses they both had, and that Athena was genuine. 

For a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with possibility. Roman’s pulse quickened, and he hesitated, caught between a rock and a hard place. He had a duty of upholding their agreement, being professional in spite of attraction and the temptation of what could possibly be a dangerous encounter. “I…couldn’t say no to that,” he voiced rich mischief…and longing. 

They walked side by side to the entrance of her building, their conversation minimal, anticipation at a maximum as they embarked on the elevator. In the cool air of the building, the tension pulsed between them—the few playful comments they did exchange carried an undercurrent of desire that neither was quite able to ignore. 

Once the elevator dinged, it opened up to a dimly lit sky high penthouse. Athena’s place was characterized by minimalistic decor of beiges and nude muted tones, tall glass windows covering the majority of the walls. It was simple, warm, and very her. The soft hum of the after hours and bustling city below wrapped snugly around their warm bodies. 

Athena attempted to tug off her heels standing up but they didn’t slide off easily. Roman offered a hand, wordlessly easing her to the near sectional and making her sit. Kneeling his large well over six foot frame down to a kneeling position in front of her. He made easy work of sliding her glossy black So Kate’s off her worn feet. 

Athena would’ve said thank you had she not been so preoccupied drinking him in, for all he was worth. 

It went without saying that Roman Reigns was handsome, but Athena saw it a little more clearly now, ironic given her buzz. He wasn’t just handsome, he was sinfully handsome. His burly frame was impressive, more than honestly. Even in his pale khaki suit jacket she could see the way his biceps bulged beneath the fabric, like they were trapped and just wanted to get out. 

And despite knowing better Athena wanted nothing more than that. His face was even better. He oozed sex, his smile, his high cheekbones, that jaw, even his beard just lightly speckled with hints and bits of grey enticed her. Athena felt it now.

In full force that feeling she struggled to keep control since she met him night ago at the gala, she wanted Roman Reigns bad. 

“Pour us a drink?” Athena’s voice was husky, almost, warm. Roman hadn’t left his spot from between her legs, her heels strewn about the floor beside them. There was an edge to her words—a hint that she, too, was willing to blur the lines that separated them.

Roman’s heart pounded uncomfortable in his chest as he nodded a simple “Ok.” He was lucky Athena didn’t have X-Ray vision because if she did, his body would betray the anticipation bubbling within him, with a hint of something else. Nervousness. 

Roman Reigns didn’t get nervous around women, except he did. 

Athena fucking James was making him a nervous wreck horny wreck. And he was loving it. 

While he went over to the drink cart across the tastefully decorated living space, Athena bare feet padded across the hardwood to a stereo set by the media set up. A low hum of R&B soon filled the space, merging with a quiet murmur of their expectation. 

Roman returned to the plush white sectional where Athena had kicked her feet up at, sitting beside her he smoothly transferred her bare feet to his lap and slid a drink into her hand. She sipped painfully low, wrapping her soft lips around the glass in a way Roman swore was intentionally seductive. They relaxed quietly in the space of each other, a soft and intimate ambience filled the space between them, each moment drawing them a tad closer. 

But as the nightcap progressed the flirtation deepened. When the silence between them broke, Roman’s compliments began to carry a more personal tone. “Y’know Athena,” he said, his voice surely dropping an octave, “I can’t help but notice the way your eyes light up when you talk about your work. It’s like you see the world differently than everyone else.” His glazed over eyes softened and now Athena could take note of the slight lines around his eyes, they came from age and experience yet Roman donned them like a tasteful accessory. 

“And, if I’m honest, that passion—it's sexy.” Athena's smile faltered only slightly when she met the intensity of his stare. “Roman..” They were treading dangerous territory. Her voice wavered only slightly, both amused yet cautious. Things were getting heated too much too fast, but nobody made any moves to stop anything that was bound to occur.

They were walking together now after all.

“We shouldn’t be doing this..” 

“Yeah—you’re right, you usually are. But, Athena, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.” His hand inches closer, lightly brushing the warm skin of her face, bringing her closer, till her noses finally touch. 

The contact was the first she’d felt in months and it sent a shiver down Athena’s spine. Any semblance of composure she had built up had fallen weakly at her feet now. Her hazel eyes drooped, growing heavy with unspoken desire. 

Roman’s burned with longing that was deeply personal, like he’d be starved for this. A desire to know every part of her as intimately as possible, even as they both knew of the consequences. 

Things were escalating, and in an instant before either could protest, the tension broke like a wave. In a surge of raw desire, he pulled her on top of him. The world narrowed till it was only the two of them, the only sound the rapid beat of their hearts. 

In one breathless moment, Roman’s lips found hers, and the kiss was fierce—a mingling of passion and desperation. Their bodies responded almost instinctively. 

Roman, driven by an uncontainable need, pivoted sharply, flipping them on the couch, gently lying Athena on the cushion and he rested atop her. The impact was a jolt and a testament of his strength. A physical manifestation of the pent up frustration that had been building since they met—eagerly craving release. 

“Athena,” he murmured. His voice thick with desire and conflicted urgency as his lips still chased and fought hers in their own unique dance for dominance. 

“Roman…” she paused as he went to work diligently on her neck, peppering with chaste kisses and rough sucks. “We shouldn’t..” But the weakness and wobble in her tone quickly betrayed her, revealing her need. 

Excitement and apprehension tangled in the air. They could be ruining everything before it started; they both knew that, and yet nobody was stopping.

She clutched at his shirt and he made quick work of removing, only briefing letting his lips leave her, the coldness of her absence he felt immediately. Those arms she fantasizes about were on full display now, his hard sculpted chest and intricate tattoos displaying the object of all her desires.

For a long suspended moment, they sat together attempting to devour one another, the air around them warmed to an almost suffocating temperature. Their bodies even hotter as they pressed together crazily close. Their kisses deepened, a collision of desire and uncertainty, as each surrendered to the moment while simultaneously grappling with the consequences. 

Roman’s mind raced even as his body acted on impulse, every rational thought screamed that this might bite him in the ass later—but he wanted it. He wanted her too badly to even think of stopping. Her pull was irresistible, a force drawing them impossibly closer.

Athena’s eyes were practically over laden with want, and albeit a tad of warning, neither cared.

They both responded by deepening their kiss, as if to say despite knowing the risk, in that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered. Their hands roamed, each touch and caress filled with promises of passion and lust. 

In that charged, heart–pounding moment, Roman and Athena made quick work of stripping one another and became both lost and found in each other’s embrace—it was like a collision of aggression and yearning.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they would go back to the way things should be, professional, strict. 

For now, in the dim light and only the echo of their heavy stolen breaths for company, they let the moment carry them away. Unaware that when the morning came, reality would demand its due. But tonight, they allowed themselves to be swept in a need that blurred all the lines—and left them both trembling and moaning within the throes of their passion.

Yeah, I scammed ya out of a smut scene 😏🙃

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