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𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Summary: What starts off as a regular Spring Break attending Wrestlemania for Alana, takes an unexpected turn, landing her in a fantasy come to life. The Tribal Chief is in need of unwinding after his victory and he chose her.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black Fem OC

Warnings: NSFW // Smut // Age gap // Profanity // Adultery

Word count: 8.9k (sorry lol)

Inspo: Biggest Fan by Chris Brown

A/N: This took way longer than it should've, but I'm actually proud of myself for finishing. Y'all don't know how many times I've started writing something in the past and never finish. There's drafts of unfinished everything on my laptop.

This is my first time posting my writing on any platform. I hope y'all like it. I tried to proofread as much as I can, but I'm honestly tired of reading it lol. I feel like I'm going to realize its shit and delete it all.

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“I wonder if the Usos will come out.”

“Yeah, probably,” I respond to my roommate Demi, only half as concerned as she is. The Usos are the last thing on my mind. They’re her choice of poison. I’m here for one man and one man only.

I survey the crowd of strangers surrounding us. All in Bloodline gear waiting for the same thing. The Main Event. They all probably spent a fortune months ago just to be in the very same spot she and I stole tickets for.

It wasn’t on purpose. We originally had nosebleeds. We were lucky to even have those, seeing as we snagged them just days ago. The frail older man outside the doors waving a chunk of tickets in his hand, was an angel in disguise. He waved and waved until two tickets went flying into the thick crowd of people all pushing to just get into the main doors of the building.

Demi and I searched on hands and feet for those tickets that no one else seemed to be looking for. Imagine our disbelief seeing them all dirtied and stepped on by the door and they read floor seats. Not just any floor seats. The ones located directly next to the entrance ramp with a clear shot of the ring. Fucking jackpot.

don’t be acting all fanned out when he walks by either

I smirk reading the text my brother sent. Yeah, right. Maybe three years ago, a young Alana would’ve woke up tomorrow morning with no voice from losing my shit, watching the Roman Reigns walk by me. But it's not five years ago. I’m not a teenager in my room waiting at the TV with my golden glove on, throwing my one’s up and giving an acknowledgment he couldn’t even see.

Who am I fooling? That teenage girl, although buried deep, still lives within me. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be here. I wouldn’t have spent the two thousand my dad gave me to enjoy my spring break on a plane ticket to LA, a hotel and tickets to Wrestle-mania 39. I’d be like the rest of the Juniors at my university. Bar hopping in Mexico or in Miami half naked strutting down Collins Ave.

I go back and forth between scrolling on my phone, daydreaming, and loosely watching the matches that come. Before I know it, the moment I’ve been waiting for all night and damn near all my life rises to the forefront.

The lights dim and the first beats of the drums ring loud throughout the stadium, matching the acceleration of my heartbeat. This is really happening. He’s about to come out and walk right past me. Everyone around me pulls their phones out on the ready, accompanied by a roar of screams just as loud as the orchestra performing his music.

Too concentred on the entry way anticipating his figure, I forget I even have a phone. No, I need to feel this thoroughly. No middle man between me and this unforgettable experience.

We all wait in collaborative angst until his tall figure emerges and my breath gets caught in my throat. The aura and the energy he carries is all consuming, demanding the attention of every person present, even his haters. Solo and Paul flank behind him following his slow and steady pace until he comes to a hard stop.

The cameraman is dangerously close as he kneels to catch him from an angle down below. This is so surreal. On cue his pyro lights fire, upping the excitement from the crowd if even possible. Everyone is already losing their minds. Even Demi’s screams threatened to take out my right eardrum despite her main infatuation resting with the Usos.

His mesmerizing eyes scan the crowd with a slight nod of approval and then they land on…me? Time stills and I can’t hear the noise around me. Was he staring at me?

As much as I want to look around for confirmation that his eyes are indeed locked on me, I’m hypnotized. The slight scrunch of his brows and his dark pupils paralyze me in place. Jesus, Lana. Move. Smile. Wave. Shit, do something.

He’s fucking beautiful. Carved from stone. Kissed by the sun. Hair wet and hanging. Ula Fala draping perfectly around his neck. Full beard with a hint of greying. And his chest. God, his chest. His abs rippled perfectly. I’m scared to even blink, at the risk that I’ll miss something.

A thick pink tongue slithers out over his lips and I heat up from the inside out. My god.

In a flash he looks onward to the ring on the move again and the world returns to its original state.

I turn to face Demi whose eyes are wide like a saucer. “Biiiitch,” she drags out and we break into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, so I’m not bugging?” My brows dent.

“No. No, I saw it too,” she assures me. “That man was definitely eye fucking you.” My face heats replaying the scene back in my head. “That was so surreal. He’s so much bigger in person…” Her voice trails off once I get lost in my thoughts watching him hold his titles up in the center of the ring. He moves like a king. Like everywhere he goes he expects everyone to bow gracefully and fall at his feet. It makes him even more attractive than just what the eyes can reach. Fuck me. This is going to be a long night.

Demi got her wish. The Usos came out but their stunt didn’t last too long due to an appearance from Sami and Kevin. Somehow, Roman still took home the win. Still the champion. Still on top. Still the man.

The whole match, I could only half way focus on him and his god-like figure moving about in the ring. The other half of me was still stuck in the moment we shared during his entrance. Was he really staring at me?

Call me delusional, but I swear he looked at me two more times. Once during the match, when he kicked out at the last second of Cody’s pin. He struggled to his knees and rested back on his heels to scan the crowd. He stumbled to his feet, but not before those eyes bore a hole into mine for a quick second. Then again, when he won. He held up his titles, chest heaving up and down, then he looked my way with a squint.

“I can’t believe he still won,” Demi practically has to yell as we ease our way through the crowd to leave. “I was sure it was game over when Sami gave him the boot.”

Simultaneously we push through the back entrance doors and let them slam behind us. The slightly chilly night air of April hitting. No more screams. No more crowds. But the rush and aura of the night still lingers on us.

“My man doesn’t take L’s,” I tell her matter-of-factly with my chin up.

“I see,” she laughs.

We were smart. We took an Uber and told him to let us out from almost three blocks away. We follow that same pattern now to avoid the rush and traffic of everybody trying to leave at once. Towards the opposite way of the parking lot, away from the crowds, we start our journey to a quiet block to call the Uber.

“Wanna hit it?” Demi extends her hand that holds a lit blunt in between her fingers. I shake my head.

“How the hell did you even get that thing in?”

“Tampon,” she informs before pulling from it. Of course. She’s been sneaking weed into parties that way since we were freshmen.

“Excuse me! Ladies!” An authoritative calls from behind causing us both to stop in our tracks. I know that voice. “Excuse me!”

Demi and I lock eyes and at once we do a complete one-eighty to find him practically chasing us down.

“What the fuck?” I hear Demi murmur before he stops in front of us winded.

“Ladies,” he offers one firm nod. “My name is—’’

“Paul Heyman,” we finish for him in unison.

A smug smile adorns his chubby face. “That’s right.” He holds a hand out and we both just stare at it for a while. After several seconds of an awkward and shocking silence, Demi abruptly shakes his hand and I follow her lead, still trying to make sense of this moment.

“I’ve been sent to relay a message. The Tribal Chief has requested your services for tonight.”

“Services?” The line between Demi’s thoughts and what comes out of her mouth has always been very blurred.

“Yes,” he confirms. In unison we turn just our heads to each other with equal expressions of confusion and disbelief. “You see, The Tribal Chief likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road from time to time.”

“Company, huh?” I catch Demi’s smirk.

“Especially on nights like tonight. You know?” I raise a brow. “All the adrenaline, excitement, and energy from tonight’s match. It's good for him to uh… blow off some steam and unwind.”

I lose count of how many times Demi and I have to exchange looks tonight. Since I’ve met her we’ve always spoke a nonverbal language only we understand. A subtle head nod in the direction of a cute boy in the room, an eye roll when somebody says something problematic, or wide eyes when someone spills tea that we know we’ll have to debrief about later. Tonight, our eyes dance in a mutual agreement that can’t be any clearer. “Hell yeah,” I speak for the first time.

Demi tosses the lit blunt and we both advance to follow him. “Oh no, I’m sorry. Just you.”

“Me?” I ask with a finger to my chest. He grins slyly nodding.

“I— I don't know.”

“You don’t know?” Demi slaps my arm.

“I’ll need an answer now. Gotta get you to his bus before the real crowd emerges. There’s a few things you need to sign.” Sign? Oh god. This is getting serious.

“M—maybe this is a mix up. Are you sure he asked for me—”

“Bitch.” I’m interrupted by a firm push from Demi toward Paul. My eyes meet her wide ones that scream, “go.”

I look between the both of them. “You’ll be fine getting to the hotel?” I’m not all the way certain how tonight will go, but I have a feeling I won’t be seeing her until tomorrow.

“Girl, don’t worry about me. I’ll always get where I’m going. I should be the last thing on your mind.”

“We can wait until her Uber comes?” I eye Paul who eyes his watch briefly.

“Sure.”

So we wait in silence. The whole time, I bounce the idea of just saying never mind and pussying out, back and forth like tennis. Reading my mind, Demi would eye me and mouth “don’t you dare.” So many things can go wrong. I’m not even entirely sure I know what the hell Paul is talking about. Company? Services? It could mean so many things. Does he want to talk? A massage? Am I going to just sit there on his lap while he watches TV? What if he’s one of those foot guys? Is he going to touch himself while I sit there barefoot? Oh god, please don’t have a foot fetish.

With the exception of tonight, I’ve only ever seen him through a screen. Playing a character. I don’t know him. That’s the reality of it. Am I really about to follow a stranger, Paul Heyman, to accompany another strange man?

After checking that she has the right Uber and sensing she will be safe alone with him, I let her hand go. She gives me one final look before I let her shut the car door. “Make him remember you, bitch.”

Like a farmer leading its cattle to slaughter, I follow him as he leads me up the steep steps of the bus. A pit of something stirs in my stomach the deeper we walk. Equal parts angst and doom. Like the end of something and the beginning at the same time. We pass the driver’s seat. The floors are a shiny mahogany wood, matching the cabinets of the kitchen area we end up in. Although small, it feels grand. Definitely doesn’t seem like a space this chic belongs in a bus trailer. I guess only the best for the best.

In the midst of admiring the space, I look over to see Paul shuffling some papers around.

“Alright! So I’ll need you to sign this.” He separates one stack from the main one and slides a pen out for me. “Just something that says we’re not responsible for any items lost, damaged, or anything like that.” Everything in me screams to read the thick stack thoroughly before I dare sign my name on the dotted line. I do it anyway, because who even has time for that? Paul is already moving about like he has somewhere to be.

“And this here,” he pushes the signed paper out the way and slides another stack in its place. This one much thicker than the former. I raise a brow. “Don’t worry. It's just a non-disclosure. Nothing discussed, seen, or heard after you sign can be shared with any other persons.”

I look for the expiration date of the legal document and don’t find one. I search and my eyes land on the word indefinitely.

“Indefinitely, huh?” I think deeply about what I am about to agree to. I would only even want to tell Demi and a few other girls from our bookclub maybe that watch WWE. My eyes land on the seven figure lawsuit terms if the NDA is breached. I weigh my options. Spill tea and get fined or secretly get intimate with the man of my dreams…

The pen is smooth as it glides along the dotted line and I cap it before handing it back over to Paul. “Perfect.” He takes it and reorganizes the papers. I blow out a breath looking around again. There’s a grey curtain blocking off the rest of the bus, which I assume holds a bedroom of some sort and a bathroom.

“Is he already here?” I lean to try and get a peak of whats beyond the curtain.

“Nope. He’s doing a bit of press and wrapping some things up backstage. You’ll wait for him here. The driver is inside the building. Probably won’t be back until late tonight. Roman should be back soon.”

“I’m expected to stay here overnight?”

“Totally up to you. I’m sure you and him will figure it out. It’s not like him to spend the night alone though.”

In that moment it becomes clear what I am here to do. My heart lurches at the thought of just sharing a bed and possibly cuddling with him. His big muscular arms wrapped around me. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck and the hardness of his di—

“This wasn’t on the NDA you just signed, but,” he held his hand out between us. “I’m gonna need that phone before I leave.” Of course. I almost change my mind. “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back as soon as it's all over. Definitely before you leave.”

Fuck it. I retrieve my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and he gladly takes it. I don’t need it anyhow. I can’t imagine being in the presence of him anyway and my phone stealing the show. I would forget I even had one.

It's not long before he’s packing everything up, preparing to leave me. A small part doesn’t want him to go. He served as sort of a comfort. Truth be told, my heart is in my ass.

He pulls the curtain back to reveal a chic bedroom set up. If I didn't know any better, I would think we are in a five star hotel and not a bus trailer.

Everything is a sleek grey with undertones of black. Glossy black wood dresser chest and a matching nightstand. Black wood bed frame and headboard. I run my hand along the dark grey duvet thats just as soft as it looks.

“I’ll be on my way. You’ll probably see me tomorrow or later tonight. If not someone else will give the phone back.” He waves my phone and turns, but not before pulling the curtain back to close.

I’m all alone now. Theres a flat screen mounted opposite the bed, but the noise won’t do anything but make me more anxious. I want to be able to hear everything going on.

I have the weird urge to go through his suitcase I see sitting upright by the wall. I shake the thought away knowing it's an invasion of privacy. I opt to go through the dresser chest instead. Its empty. I guess he didn’t get a chance to unpack.

I turn and rest my butt on it, crossing my arms. Minutes go by, and what seems like an hour passes before I hear movement outside the bus. Deep voices talking and then I hear heavy steps heading my way. I straighten up. No, too formal. I sit on the bed legs crossed. No, what am I? An escort?

I stand again and take my original place leaning on the edge of the dresser, just in time for the curtain to pull back. The sight of his large stature so much closer to me than he was in the arena takes my breath away.

He doesn’t say a word. Just looks at me and walks right by me to his suitcase. Then he’s in the bathroom. The sound of him peeing is loud followed by water running.

Big, tan and burly, he emerges again. He moves with power just oozing off of him, with an authority that just screamed, “I’m in charge.” It's not just a ring persona. Thats just him.

My eyes never leave his tall frame maneuvering around the small space as if I’m not even standing here. He kicks the Jordans off his feet to slip into his slides. His Nike hoodie comes off next and he tosses it on the small loveseat in the corner. His big and cut arms now in full view.

He relieves himself of the contents in his pants pockets. Wallet, keys, some loose change, and a small folded paper all fall on the dresser. He stops for a moment holding out his left hand. He twists the black band off his ring finger and places it in the drawer instead of on top of the dresser with the rest of his things.

Our eyes snag and I immediately shift my attention to my fingers. Twisting and untwisting. Picking at the acrylic on my nails. Anything but looking him in the eye after witnessing that. It's not too late to change my mind. I can stop this. I should, but do I really want to?

The sound of his slides lets me know he’s on the move again. I find him by a minibar area I hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Is it cold in here?” His deep voice cuts through the silence. It's then I notice I was holding and rubbing my arms as if I was cold. So, he is paying me some kind of attention. Truth is, I’m just trying to keep the goosebumps from a slight panic attack at bay.

“No, it's fine.”

“You feeling alright?” He twists slightly with a raised brow. Probably trying to figure out why I haven’t moved an inch since he walked in here. He’s so calm and cool. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the calmer he is, the more anxious I grow.

“Yeah. Y—yeah, no I’m fine.”

“You spoke to Paul already?”

“Yeah—yes,” I correct myself and clear my throat. I don’t know when it became so damn dry.

I was speaking to his back. The muscles still making themselves known even through the fabric of his black tee. Hair sleeked back into his signature bun. My eyes trail down to his ass. For a man, he has a nice one. I image how he’d look with nothing. The intimacy of him walking around with absolutely nothing on. The afterglow of sex on him. Rock hard abs and tribal tattoo as his only decoration. His manhood swinging freely, semi-hard even after just laying serious wood—

“Then I assume you know why you’re here,” his deep voice cuts my nasty daydream short.

I can hear him maneuvering glass, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing over his big frame. I was too shell shocked to move too much, afraid I might wake up from this fever dream.

“I do,” I answer him.

If my father knew when he gave his only daughter, his princess, money to enjoy her spring break, that she’d end up alone in the bus of a man who was over ten years her senior, the money would’ve never made it into my hand in the first place. I’m sure this isn’t what he had in mind, but truly this was the best way a young girl could enjoy spring break. An unexpected encounter with an older and wealthier man. My idol. I watched him on TV for years. Gawked at the screen. Liked thousands of edits on Tiktok and Instagram. Dreams of this very moment knowing it couldn’t possibly ever come true. And now here he was. Big in stature and energy right here in front of me. Talking to me.

Hell yeah, I know what I’m here to do. Even if he didn’t utter a single word and just stripped and nodded to the bed, I’d still get the job done with no shame. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t?

I can hear them now. But he’s married. He has a family. He’s old enough to be your father. They just won’t understand. Demi would. Demi would get it. She always gets it and she always gets me. Having lost her father and sister in a car crash just weeks before moving into the dorms for college, taught her that life was indeed too short. Live freely and take risk, because you don’t know when you won’t be able to. Shit, we’re all gonna die anyway. That’s the mantra she lives by. She’s different and that’s why I attached myself to her. She’s not like everybody else who lives like they’ve already walked the steps to heaven.

This was a more than seldom, once in a lifetime opportunity. I’d think about this night when I’m grey and depleting on my deathbed. I won’t let my head play tricks on me with the opinions of anyone who would do the same thing put in my position.

It's silent again. I hear liquid being poured for a second. I wonder if Demi made it back to the hotel okay. She’s probably blowing up my phone with a thousand texts trying to figure out whats going on.

So deep in my thoughts I don’t realize he’s making his way to me until he’s right here already. I have to look up to meet his gaze as he stares down at me over the bridge of his nose. He’s so big. He smells divine. It's a masculine type of musk with a cleanliness to it. My breath gets caught in my throat, realizing exactly how close we are. Our shoes were just shy of an inch from touching. My chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move.

Without any words, he holds a glass filled with brown liquid out closer to me. I look down at it with just my eyes. I’ve only been twenty-one for two weeks. Didn’t even get the opportunity to sit at a bar so a man could offer me a drink before trying to sleep with me. Who would’ve thought the first offering would come from him. Roman Reigns. Just at that thought, something in me ignited.

I took it, with the intention meaning more than just accepting the drink. I’m accepting the situation. Drawing a line in the sand and disposing of any doubt if there even was any left. I’m doing this. All complications pushed to the back. Tonight he’s not Joe Anoa’i, the married man with five kids. He’s Roman Reigns, undisputed WWE Universal Champion, The Tribal Chief, Main Eventer, Head of the Table…And I’m his biggest fan.

I throw the contents of the glass back, trying my hardest not to make a face from the burning sensation. He gets it down in one big gulp, putting me to shame, as I can’t help watching his Adam’s apple bob up and then down. He’s still just inches from me. I can see every hair on his beard. The slight greying ones are my favorite.

It's so weird seeing him in this state. So lax in his own space. No ring gear. No mean scowl. No Ula Fala around his neck. No championship belt around his waist. Just him. Black tee and sweats to match.

He takes the glass back and places them both behind me on the dresser top. Without warning, he’s on me. His tongue shoves past my lips saying to hell with formalities. No warm up. Straight to business.

“Mm,” I groan from shock. My natural instinct from being so caught off guard is to create some space, but a firm hand gripping the base of my neck keeps me in place.

He immediately asserts dominance, caressing every part of my body his hands can reach like he owns it. My neck, my shoulders, my back, and all the way down to my ass with a firm squeeze that separates my pussy lips. All the while still assaulting my mouth with his warm tongue. The tang of the alcohol still lingering. I fight for some control in the kiss but it's no use. He’s too much for me.

Everywhere his strong hands make contact, it leaves a spark until my whole body feels like it's on fire. Damn, that drink was strong. He pulls away from the kiss completely after one last soft, open mouthed peck. Like a magnet, my eyes find the thick bulge in his black sweats and I grow even more excited.

He drops to his knees in front of me and my breath hitches when his cold fingertips find their way up my shirt. A trail of kisses with a slight tickle from his beard follow up and up until I raise my arms for him to take the shirt off completely.

He’s back on his feet, turning me so my back is facing him. My breathing grows erratic. This is really happening.

“Lights,” his voice rumbles behind me. The bright lights turn off but there's little lamps set up in the small space allowing a cast bright enough to see still.

The black lace bra I wear is unhooked in a matter of seconds. Who knew when I put it on this morning, that Roman Reigns himself would be taking it off come night. With a firm grip on my hips he turns me back to face him.

Being well endowed up top from such a young age, my natural instinct is to cover myself. I always thought they were a bit big for my body. Standing at five foot seven, I was only one hundred and fifty pounds. A lot of my weight being carried up top from these double D’s. When all the girls in middle school were just filling in, I was a full D cup. I noticed how boys would stare. Older men too. It would make me uncomfortable. Always thinking of ways to cover them or make them appear smaller.

Avoiding eye contact is useless. His eyes are like magnets. Like the sun. Just beaming down on me, making them impossible to evade. So I stare back at him. We stay like this for a while. Just watching one another in silence. The air is smoky with lust and pure ecstasy.

His hands cover mine and slowly drag them down to reveal my breast. Round, surprisingly perky, with fully erect chocolate nipples, creating a contrast to my caramel complexion. They steal the show as his eyes shoot to them immediately while he breathes deep from his nose.

I can feel his energy shift from passionate to pure animalistic. When his entire mouth covers one nipple, I lose all my sense. My head rolls back and instinctively I bring a hand to the back of his head. A rough hand cups and caresses my breast while he’s still latched on. I watch in awe as his thick tongue sticks out to flick and play with it before sucking again.

He’s expertly unbuttoning my jeans with his other hand as I feel the snag of him trying to pull them down. I step out of my shoes to help him and reveal the black thong I am not even accustomed to wearing. I’m more of a a boy shorts or Walmart pack panties kind of girl. I just so happen to have forgotten to pack them and had to borrow a pair from Demi.

Bending down must be uncomfortable, since he grips the back of my knees to hike me up like I weigh absolutely nothing. He gives more attention to my chest, sucking until my nipples are sore, before his tongue is in my mouth exploring again. We’re moving now, I assume towards the bed. With every step, his erection rubs against me leaving me clenching and needy.

My back meets the unbelievably soft bed. I practically sink into it, watching him rear back to remove his shirt and show off that god-like body. Mountains and valleys of muscle in his abdomen placed perfectly like someone sculpted him with their bare hands. His bun hangs a little looser now.

His long fingers loop the waistband of my panties and we lock eyes. His stare is intense saying what his lips didn’t. I nod once. I’m doing this.

Almost in slow motion he pulls them down my legs, his eyes not leaving mine until the very last second. His attention is stolen by the sight of me down there.

“You’re soaking.” He uses the butt of his thumb to circle my clit. I jump slightly at the sudden contact. “That’s all for me?” He locks eyes with me again, expecting an answer and all I can do is nod frantically while biting down hard on my bottom lip. I can’t keep still. My body is on fire under his touch and his gaze. Eyes dark with passion, he squints watching me squirm every time he speeds the rhythm of his thumb up or down.

“Fuck,” I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand and grab one of my breast.

His thick tongue snakes out to lick his pink lips like he did earlier in the arena and I almost cum on sight. I look on in shock watching how he licks his thumb clean like he just ate Doritos and he’s discarding the remnants of them. A small groan of pleasure leaves his throat. I must be dreaming.

Climbing off the bed hastily, he tugs his pants and red briefs down at once and his dick pops up on recoil. My pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation for her next guest. Long, thick and tanned just like the rest of him. Mouthwatering. I never had the urge to taste something so bad in my life.

I can tell there’s no time for that though. He’s anxious now. I can feel the heat and need radiating off his body as if his stiff, vein-filled dick didn’t already tell on him.

With a tight grip on my ankle, he flips me over abruptly. Of course. Missionary would’ve been way too intimate for the circumstances.

On instinct I get up on all fours, deepening the arch to an almost painful degree so the view is nice for him. A smack so hard I jerk forward a bit, lets me know he’s satisfied with what he sees.

“All this ass,” he mumbles rubbing my behind in circles and even giving it a little shake.

He runs his long fingers up and down the slickness with ease. A groan leaves my throat as I grow impatient. I know I should want this to last as long as humanly possible, but I can’t fight this storm inside of me. I’ve wondered too long about it, daydreamed about it, and even touched myself in imagination before at the thought of this man I only knew through a TV screen.

I sway back and forth slightly waiting and listening to the sound of a wrapper and a slight pop. I have no time to prepare. The bed dips with the weight of him back on it. His thick head is at my opening, rubbing from my clit to almost my asshole. He only does this three good times before I’m practically ripped apart.

“Ouu!” A mix of a moan and something I’ve never heard from myself fills the room. He roughly takes the hand I thought I would use to push him and pins it behind me.

My throat goes dry. God damn. He’s fucking huge and unforgiving. Even with the slow pace he’s pushing into me combined with my wetness, it still feels like he’s breaking me apart from the inside out.

“Breathe,” he coaches. If possible a gush of wetness rushes out from the sound of his voice, bringing me back to the situation at hand. I have to make it work for him.

I bite down on the expensive grey covers as he pulls completely out and then back in. “Mm!”

He finds his rhythm, as he’s able to glide in and out. I try to match him once the pain subsides. I glance back to catch his full bottom lip caught between his teeth. The muscles in his chest working as a sheen of sweat starts to form.

I work harder now. The sight of him turning me on more than ever, opening me up like a wildflower.

“Let me hear you. I wanna hear you,” he grunts out almost desperately. The vulnerability in his rough voice drawing more heat and wetness from my core. I moan louder than I intended and shock myself. I’m not usually verbal in bed. Maybe a little cry or whimper here and there. This shit feels too good to be demure and delicate about.

I obey his order and release the moan that I didn’t even know I’m suppressing. It's not forced or fabricated. I genuinely feel so good in this moment I can only moan in response.

His strokes are primal. Animalistic like a lion in the wild taking whats his. And he’s so fucking big. In aura and size. The ways his body envelopes mine makes me feel smaller than I really am. His thickness stretching me in a way I didn’t think was possible.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell out. His hand tangles in my hair and stretches my gaze up, giving him full view of my desperate face.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands.

“Oh my god,” I pant. “It's so fucking good,” I struggle to get out. Every thrust steals my breath. He aims for the perfect spot every time and doesn’t miss. The smack of our bodies colliding ring loud in the silent space.

“Louder, baby,” he grunts diving deeper.

“I can feel you everywhere. You feel so good! Unh!”

“Atta girl.” The rumble of his voice sends a vibration straight to my core. My pussy clenches down from his words. To add insult to injury, a large and slightly calloused hand finds its way up my stomach to cup my breast. He pinches, twists and rolls my nipple around like he’s playing with a toy. As if my pussy isn’t becoming dangerously wetter already.

He removes the hold in my hair, trailing to my hip. His thumb presses down hard while guiding me back and forth on him. He gives me his all and I return the favor, using the unstable grip I have on the duvet to leverage me as I throw my ass back on him to catch.

The friction of his balls slapping sloppily against my clit built up enough pressure for a pending orgasm. With one strong hand still on my hip, he uses his free one to shove my face down to the bed making me lose any power I had in this fight.

His front collides with my ass, causing a consistent slapping. Anyone walking on the bus could easily tell whats going on now. His grunts, my pants, the consistent slapping. These were sounds of fucking.

“Fuck me! Yesss!” I don’t recognize myself. He’s awakening something in me. A familiar tinging stirs in the pit of my stomach. If he keeps on, it won’t be long until I explode all over his thick dick.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” I whimper in response.

He goes harder than ever before, his strokes less uniform and more wild. My mouth falls wide open at the intensity and perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

His hips continue to snap against me and if possible I feel him grow harder inside me. His fingertips dig into me so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Urghh!” A guttural moan erupts from him, urging me to fuck him through his release even as his movements slow. I study his facial expressions and record them in my brain to take home with me as a souvenir. He stretches his neck with eyes shut tightly. That fucking tongue. Whisking out to flatten over his top lip before he bites down on his bottom one. Chest heaving up and down with the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every breath.

“So fucking good,” he says more to himself. He delivers another hard spank to my ass before I feel him ease out of me, hissing slightly at the sudden disconnect and absence of him. The pit of my stomach heavy still with the lingering orgasm that was cut short.

I’ve had sex with guys before and never got to finish. I’d leave unsatisfied and almost regretting the encounter completely. This is different. I’m here for him. I’d fulfill his needs and drain him even if it meant I left with nothing but a wet ass.

The bed creaks a little, letting me know he got up completely. Just when I think the night is over, my mouth falls open at the sensation of his hot mouth covering my entire pussy. His tongue slithers out to graze my distended clit.

“Mm, shit,” I cry out, shaking. I’m so sensitive. Any little sensation sends my body into overdrive. Every lick draws a mini release. When I finally get to the edge I know I’ll fall completely apart. The hair from his beard tickles me, only heightening the sensations. I feel nothing but pure pleasure.

A strong hand comes down on my left ass cheek and I whimper on impact. He squeezes it in a firm gip to move me up and down in a steady rhythm on his flattened tongue.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I cry. I let my head hang down unable to keep it up any longer. All I can do, feel, and think about in this moments is how good he feels to me. Guys my age always need a crash course on how to eat pussy. Always too much spit, they couldn’t find my clit, or the torturous shaking of the head like a rabid dog.

Roman is eating me like I’m his last meal. Touching spots I didn’t even know a tongue could reach. With the way he’s grabbing me and rocking me on his stiff tongue, he’s damn near fucking me with it. We’re two complete strangers. The power dynamic is completely off. He’s the billionaire WWE superstar and I’m the underpaid and overworked fan in college. Somehow he’s still taking the time to worship my body and give me his all as if he’s the one who has something to prove.

The dick was mind-blowing. Oh, but the head will be the death of me. That same tongue he wags and flicks on live television, exploring me. Tonight is an absolute fairytale. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he could read my mind. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

In only a matter of seconds a tornado of heat swirls in my core. I rock back and forth on his mouth before he sucks relentlessly on my sensitive bud nonstop.

“Unnhh!” An uncontrollable shake erupts from me as I see stars. The world goes completely blank for a while as I relish in the ecstasy of my orgasm granted by the Tribal Chief himself. Tonight, I acknowledge him and his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I whisper in between pants coming to my senses. A small laugh leaves my throat at the way I just lost myself in front of him.

I turn to find him in the middle of snatching the cream covered condom off. His big dick bobs up and down from the snatch, fully erect again.

We got one night only.

Like a lioness on the prowl in the jungle, I eye him, crawling to the edge of the king bed where he stands. I stop just in front where my mouth aligns to his thickness, still eyeing him, making sure it's okay. He nods giving me the green light and even holds the base in his strong hand to bring it closer to my lips.

I let a glob of spit form and fall freely on his thick mushroom tip. Before it can drip, I catch it on the underside and lick from tip to base, to the tip again. His hips push forward impatiently.

“Open.” It's not a question so I don’t test him. His face is hard, but his eyes are desperate. As soon as my lips part he shoves himself all the way in like he owns my entire mouth. He draws out and I hallow my cheeks to keep it in as long as possible until I release him with a pop.

“Stick your tongue out for me.” I oblige and he slides his heavy dick across it gathering spit before pushing back down my mouth. A pulse grows in my clit again. A revival from seeing the remains of the mess I made in his thick beard.

“It's so good,” I tell him while slapping it on my tongue for him, earning a groan. The skin of him is soft as he stretches my mouth. I can taste the salty precum and I cant wait for the rest of it. I never trusted a man to release his bodily fluids in me in any way. It kind of grossed me out. Oh, but not tonight. He can release wherever he chooses.

Using one hand to twist in tandem with sucking him, I study every change in his expression, every pattern of his breath to record what feels the best to him.

“Go ‘head,” he urges in a low guttural tone. “Just like that. Take it all the way down. Don’t stop, babygirl.” That’s all I need to hear.

The eye contact is so deep it puts me in a trance. In a constant and fluid motion I take him in and out, making sure he reaches the back of my throat every time. In and out. In and out. In and out. The sounds of spit and his heavy breathing take charge of the room.

His body stiffens a bit and I can feel him get harder on my tongue. Deliberately I take him as far as possible and stay there until I make myself choke. The contracting of my throat around his thick head sends him completely off the rails. He breaks our bubble, throwing his head back to the ceiling.

“Mmm. Aw fuck!” A strong hand grabs a fistful of my hair, making it impossible for me to move. Thick ropes of his warm cum shoot down my throat and all around my mouth. “Ahh,” he groans out with a hiss jerking his hips forward a few good times. “Oh my god,” he blows out a heavy breath and lets his hands rest on his hips.

I’ve made dean’s list, honor roll all throughout high school, medals of all kind from track decorate the walls of my bedroom in my parents’ house. None of those accomplishments compare to the sight I just witnessed. The Roman Reign’s spent and sexually exhausted because of little ole me.

“Let me see,” he whispers while watching me suck the last of it out. I open wide and stick my tongue out so he can see his cum on it. His massive dick jumps at the sight. I feel the warmth of some of it seeping out and running down my chin.

“Don’t move,” he instructs. Like his obedient soldier I stay put, only looking around with one good eye. The other shut tight so none of his cum could invade it.

When he emerges again, he has a wet cloth in hand. Gently but still firm he wipes my face clean of him and my tears that slipped from the intensity of choking. Who knew the Tribal Chief is into aftercare?

A squeal escapes me from being lifted into the air and over his broad shoulder. I’m hanging as he moves us about. There’s no way that any of this is happening.

The shower starts to run. Even upside down I can see the marble walls and waterfall shower head raining down.

“You care about your hair getting wet?”

“No,” I strain to get out with his shoulder digging into my stomach. He chuckles so softly, I would’ve missed it if I couldn’t feel it from being on him.

He fucks me for hours in the shower. My back against the wall. In the air. Face against the tiles. On all fours again. I guess older men carry more stamina. The water cascaded from up top on us both while we locked tongues passionately, breathing in each other’s air.

He was in control the whole time. He flipped me every way he wanted me to go. Told me what to do, never asking. I’m left a wet, quivering mess at the end of it all.

I don’t realize how exhausted I am until he asks if I want to stay the night. I think about getting dressed and leaving, but the bed is impossibly plush and the sight of him naked still is impossibly sexy. Even better than I imagined.

I threw cuddling out the window once I seen his stoic nature and how he moved about earlier like this was just a business deal. He lays in the bed, still naked on his back with muscular arms slightly stretched. I lay on my stomach beside him trying to get comfortable. My heart thumps out my chest knowing he’s still here with me and so accessible. We literally just violated each other in the nastiest way possible and now we lay in bed not even touching.

His heavy breaths and light snore fill the room in no time creating a sort of white noise for me descend to.

Some time in the middle of the night, I don know how, but those light snores ended up right in my ear. His breath hot on top of my head, accompanied by a very heavy arm over my hip.

My heart smiled and my face caught fire. It was so intimate. Undeniably my favorite part of the night. I shifted as quietly as I possibly could, inch by inch, until I was facing him. His bun fell completely apart, leaving his dried and fluffy curls cascading over his shoulders and the plush pillows. I make out what I can in the dark of his sharp features. I never seen him so relaxed. In the ring he’s always tense, always painted with tyranny and stress, but not right now. He almost looked like an angel.

I make a mental image of him. This is exactly how I want to remember him— how I want to remember this unpredictable night. This is the part that even if I could tell it, I don’t think anyone would even believe me. Burying my face into his chest, I breathe deep, trying to imprint his smell into my brain like ink on the skin.

The loud voices of men I don’t recognize, serve as my alarm clock. Eyes still shut, flashes of the night before and the soreness of my body, warp me back to reality. Oh, shit.

I shoot up from the pillow to scan the room, keeping the covers close to my naked chest. His suitcase still stood in the corner, but there’s no trace of him. No water running. His slides are gone. The thick curtain shields me from the rest of the bus.

6:07 AM flashes on the digital clock of the now cleared nightstand.

It's not like I was expecting this grand goodbye. The man didn’t even say hello to begin with. I thought I could at least see him one last good time before I leave LA for good.

I attempt to rise up, but something crinkling under my palm stops me. I grab the sheet of notepad paper and rub my eyes before reading the contents of it.

Thanks for last night. Joe.

Short and simple. In the corner, two cursive R’s as a signature. I neatly fold the paper and drop it into the pocket of my jeans I find folded on the chest dresser. I want that paper with me everywhere I go. A small piece of the whole experience. A subtle reminder of the best night of my life.

Every part of me wants to feel bad. How could I let him just use me for his needs for a night and then discard me like it was nothing? I should feel low. Cheap. But thats not even the kind of girl I am. The glass is always half full to me. Last night was arguably the best night of my young life. I’ve never known such adventure. I never felt more free—more like a woman.

I flop down in my bed still in a daze from the events of last weekend. Demi had a million and one questions. The NDA kept me from spilling. Even if I could’ve given her a play by play of how the night went, I don’t think I would’ve. Demi and I have the kind of bond thats void of any secrets. But that night with him was so special to me, I want to keep it for myself. Something for just me and him. It makes it more magical when only we know what happened. I just want to soak and bathe in it all.

Light as a feather I stare at my ceiling, letting the flashbacks corrupt me. The feel of his soft skin. The smell of him. His grunts and pants. His hands caressing and gripping my ass. The warmth of his tongue filling my mouth. I blow out a breath getting worked up again. I’ve touched myself countless times since that night to the memory of his voice and his energy. He was just so damn good. So much man and dominance, but still gentle and cautious.

After we touched back down in New York, it was back to reality. But that didn’t stop me from walking on a cloud. You can’t tell me shit. I fucked the Roman Reigns. Drained him and swallowed the aftermath. How’s that for a spring break?

It's currently Thursday. Almost a week has passed since the greatest night of my young life. I just got back from the gym with Demi. She’s pressed me every single day since that night, but I won’t budge. The confines of the NDA keeping me stronger than I normally would be.

Tomorrow is Smackdown at the Garden, but it's unclear if Roman will even be in attendance. He takes so many hiatuses it's really a hit or miss with him. Demi asked if we should go, but I declined not wanting to spend the money I didn’t have just for him not to even show.

A sudden dread came over me knowing that he couldn’t possibly be thinking of me even half as much as I’ve thought of him. He’s overridden my mind. I’ve obsessed over every little detail and played it back a thousand times, while he doesn’t even know my name.

Paul said it himself. He likes the comfort of company while he’s on the road. All the times he has to travel for work, cameras in his face nonstop, and body aching from all the physical exhaustion, I’m sure he always has to release the tension somehow. I’m just one of many.

I knew that going into it. I know I’m not special, but I tried my hardest to be. I did what I could to make him remember me. Constant eye contact, carrying out his every command, throwing this ass back as hard as I could and sucking the soul out of him.

A violent buzz of my phone snaps me out of my daze. I feel for it on the covers. My eyebrows dent at the message notification from a number I don’t recognize, causing me to unlock it.

Your Tribal Chief has requested your services again.

Sorry for that long ass disclaimer lol. It’s a shame I even have to include that, but I literally watched a girl argue with an author on here about promoting adultery and cheating simply because a character was cheating. Like, it’s a story?? It’s a fictional character?? Don't read it??

If you read it or even just parts of it, I really am appreciative. Pls like or reblog. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Please remember I am an artist…and I’m sensitive about my shit lol 💋

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SWEET LIKE CANDY 4 • JEY USO

author's note: hello my loves! we have made it to part four�� I am not gonna lie to you...this ending is gonna hurt(i'm sorry!☹️) but I promise you it will be worth it for part five, happy reading and I hope you enjoy💗

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem!oc (cherise aka candy)

tags: 18+(MDNI), slow burn, flirty banter, fluffy lovey dovey shit, mentions of death, mention of miscarriages, talks of past predatory behaviors and grooming, use of the n word, teasing, kissing, lots of touching, lotsssss of dirty talk, pussy eating, jey is a certified munch ™, daddy kink, morning sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), missionary, backshots, biting, fingering, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, pet names ( pretty girl, baby, mama, baby girl ), slow, sensual, and rough sex, squirting, creampie, aftercare, heavy angst at the end.

word count: 7k words (buckle up y'all🤫)

read part one here!

read part two here!

read part three here!

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Cherise stretched under the warm weight of her blanket, her body still heavy with sleep, her limbs tangled in soft cotton sheets that smelled faintly like vanilla and something masculine. Something like…

Jey.

She blinked against the morning sun filtering through her blinds, wincing at the delicious soreness between her thighs. The memories of the night before rushed back all at once—his hands gripping her waist, his deep, filthy groans in her ear, the way he held her after, like he didn’t wanna let her go.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a pleasurable throb still lingering between them from the way he’d taken her apart.

Damn.

A small, satisfied smile started to creep onto her lips as she reached out across the bed…only to find his side empty.

Cold.

The smile faded instantly.

Of course.

Cherise exhaled, sinking back into the pillows as disappointment settled in her stomach. She should’ve known better, should’ve expected this. Jey had his life, his own world full of championship belts, WrestleMania main events, and people screaming his name in sold-out arenas. He wasn’t about to change that for some stripper he met in a club.

And yet…

She bit her lip, staring at the empty space beside her, willing herself to accept it for what it was.

A good night. A great night even. Nothing more.

She could handle that.

Probably.

With a soft sigh, she rolled onto her side, fingers mindlessly smoothing over the fabric of the sheets then suddenly, the faint sound of something clinking in the other room made her freeze.

Her brows furrowed.

“What the hell?” she muttered to herself. Before she could even sit up, the bedroom door swung open, and there he was.

Jey standing in her doorway holding a breakfast tray. Shirtless, grey sweatpants on, tattoos on full display, chains sparkling around his neck in the morning light like he belonged in a damn perfume ad.

He grinned when he saw her. That lazy, cocky grin that made her stomach flip in the most annoying way.

“Mornin’, mama,” he drawled, stepping inside like he hadn’t just nearly given her a damn heart attack. “You sleep good?”

Cherise blinked, her brain still trying to process what was happening. “You’re… still here?” Jey smirked, setting the tray down on the nightstand before climbing back into bed, stretching out like he owned the place. “Damn, ma. That how you greet a man who made you breakfast?”

She shot him a look, but the warmth spreading through her chest was undeniable. “…You made breakfast?”

“Hell yeah. I ain’t no scrub, baby.” He tapped the tray. “Eggs, turkey bacon, French toast, lil’ fruit on the side ‘cause I know you tryna be healthy and shit. I even found some syrup in your cabinet, so go ‘head and give me my props.”

Cherise huffed, shaking her head, but she couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. “That’s… really sweet, actually.”

Jey’s grin widened, eye crinkling. “I know.”

She rolled her eyes, sitting up, the sheet slipping slightly off her shoulders as she reached for the tray. Jey’s gaze dipped for half a second on her shirt covered torso before he licked his lips and focused back on her face.

“Mmm, baby, you gon’ have me forgettin’ about this food real quick…”

Cherise laughed, playfully shoving at his shoulder before picking up a fork. “Eat some damn breakfast, Joshua.”

Jey smirked but grabbed his own fork, stealing a piece of bacon off her plate like a menace.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Jey occasionally stealing more of her food while she pretended not to care (but she cared, the audacity.).

Then, out of nowhere, he spoke.

“So, tell me somethin’ real, baby girl.”

Cherise glanced up mid-bite. “Like what?”

Jey tilted his head, watching her. “Like you. Who really is Cherise?”

She hesitated, stabbing at a piece of fruit with her fork. “You already know me.”

“Not really,” Jey murmured, chewing a piece of bacon. "You don’t talk much about you."

Cherise raised a brow. "I talk plenty."

"Nah," he shook his head. "You talk around shit. I be tellin’ you everything, but you always keepin’ me at arm’s length."

Cherise bit her lip.

She didn’t talk about herself much. Wasn’t used to people caring enough to ask. But something about how Jey gave his undivided attention to her, seeing her for who she is outside of the fantasy she created..he made it hard for her to hide.

Then, between bites, he asked “What made you wanna be a nurse, baby?”

Cherise hesitated. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him. It was just…no one had asked in a while. No one had cared to ask.

She exhaled. “My mom.”

Jey tilted his head.

“She died giving birth to me,” Cherise said quietly, rolling her fork between her fingers. “Preeclampsia. The doctors didn’t catch it early enough.”

Jey stilled, setting his plate down. “Damn, baby…I’m so sorry.”

Cherise managed a small smile. “She knew it was a risk, though. She had a few miscarriages before me, but I guess she thought she’d be okay. She wasn’t. That’s…part of why I became a nurse. I always wanted to help women, especially Black women get better care. Too many babies goin’ home without their mama y’know?”

Jey was silent, watching her carefully, his fingers tracing idle circles into her thigh. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush her. Just let her talk.

“She wrote letters to me. One for each birthday up to twenty-one. Always felt like she was still with me somehow.”

He nodded solemnly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “That's beautiful. That’s why you got that soft heart under all that tough girl shit, huh?”

She snorted, nudging him. “Hush. Anyway, her favorite craving was cherries when she was pregnant. Ate ‘em like crazy. So she named me Cherise. It’s French for cherry.”

Jey smiled softly. “That’s cute. Fits you, too.”

“Yeah? How?”

He smirked playfully, fingertips drifting lower down her spine. “Sweet, but a lil tart when you wanna be.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Boy, bye.”

He chuckled, then turned serious again. “So your pops…?”

“Died when I graduated high school,” she murmured softly. “Just been me since. Had a boyfriend years ago but I had to end it. Been navigatin’ the world alone for a minute.”

Jey shook his head. "Not no more, baby girl."

She looked at him then, eyes locking with his, her heart stupidly skipping a beat.

"Jey-“

"Nah." His voice was firm. "I mean that shit. You ain’t alone no more, mama. I gotchu, you hear me?"

Cherise pressed her lips together, trying not to let that get to her. But damn it…it did.

Jey then leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Aight, my turn. What you wanna know?”

Cherise tapped her chin, smirking. “If you weren’t wrestling, what would you be doing?”

Jey didn’t even hesitate. “Easy, football coach.”

Her brows lifted. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Played linebacker in college. I was good, too. Almost went pro, but…fucked up my shoulder.” He shrugged. “Still love the game, though. Wouldn’t mind coachin’ one day when I retire.”

Cherise hummed, watching him. “I can see that. You got that whole ‘Coach Carter’ vibe going on.”

Jey smirked. “Oh, you peeped that, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “Boy, shut up.”

Jey chuckled, then his gaze dipped back to her lips. “Mmm…you got work or school today?”

Cherise blinked. “I’m off, why?”

Before she could finish, Jey laid her down on her back, his body pressing her into the mattress, his lips trailing hot kisses down her throat.

“‘Cause I need you again, baby,” he murmured against her skin.

Her breath hitched. “Boy—”

His mouth was on hers before she could even get another smart remark out, swallowing whatever little control she thought she had. He kissed her deep, slow, but possessive, like he was trying to brand her with every slide of his tongue, every bite of her lips.

Cherise whimpered into his mouth, fingers threading into the short curls at the nape of his neck, pulling just enough to make him groan against her lips.

"Mm, you like when I kiss you like that, huh?" Jey smirked against her mouth, his voice low, taunting, his hands sliding up to cup her jaw, tilting her face just the way he wanted.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

Her body did all the talking.

She was already soft and pliant beneath him, her thighs spreading just a little more on their own, her back arching when he slid his hands down her waist, gripping the soft curve of her hips.

Jey chuckled darkly. "Mmm, I love that shit," he murmured, his lips trailing down her jaw, slow, teasing, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat. "You talk all that shit, but soon as I touch you, you foldin’ on me, huh?"

Cherise hated how much she liked the way he was playing with her.

"I ain’t foldin'," she muttered, but her voice was softer now, breathier, already betraying her.

Jey hummed, amused, his tongue flicking out against her pulse before biting down, hard enough to make her whimper.

"Nah?" His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers brushing over the damp heat of her panties, feeling the warmth that was already seeping through the fabric. "So what’s this, then, huh? Why you already drippin’ on me, pretty girl?"

Cherise’s breath hitched. "Jey-“

"Nah, tell me." His lips dragged down her collarbone, slow, teasing, his fingers just barely pressing against her through the thin lace. "You get wet for me that fast, baby?"

She bit her lip, refusing to give him that satisfaction.

Jey exhaled a quiet laugh, knowing she was fighting it, knowing she was stubborn. But she was already squirming, her body betraying her, her hips subtly rolling into his teasing touch.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he murmured, his voice smug. "Go ‘head, open up for me, baby."

Cherise sighed through her nose, hating herself for listening to him.

But she let her thighs part a little more.

Jey smirked against her skin. “Good girl."

Before she could say something smart, he was gone.

Sliding down, settling between her legs, dragging her panties down slow.

"Mmm, damn, mama…"

Cherise swore her whole body clenched at the way his voice dropped, dark and heavy with heat, his gaze locked between her thighs like she was the best thing he’d ever seen.

Jey licked his lips, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them even wider. "Shit, baby girl… look at you," he murmured, running a thumb over her slick folds. "All this for me?"

Cherise whimpered, her hips jerking at the first press of his fingers.

Jey groaned. "Ohhh, baby…" He dragged a finger through the mess between her thighs, slow, teasing, coating his fingertips before pressing them against her clit. "Look how fuckin’ wet you are, damn."

Cherise shuddered..“Stop playin’ Jey c’mon…”

"Shhh, mama. I got you," he hushed her. "Lemme take care of you, baby girl."

And then he lowered his mouth on her. A sharp, shattering gasp ripped from Cherise’s throat the second his tongue flattened against her clit, licking slow, deliberate, his grip on her thighs tightening.

"Ohhh, fuck..”

Jey hummed into her, sending vibrations straight through her. “Mmm, yeah, there we go, baby." He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking slow, deep, like he had all the time in the world. “Can’t get over how sweet this lil’ pussy is.”

Cherise couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe even.

Her thighs trembled against his broad shoulders as his tongue moved with expert precision flicking, swirling, sucking, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves until her stomach tightened and her breath hitched.

Jey groaned against her, devouring her like a man starved, his tongue dipping lower, fucking into her tight hole slowly before dragging back up to her clit.

"J-Jey—"

"Mmm, that’s right, baby, say my name." He gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer to his mouth. "Let me hear you, pretty girl."

Cherise whimpered, her head tipping back against the pillows. "Oh my God…”

"Mmm, yeah, you like that, huh?" He chuckled darkly, his fingers replacing his tongue, sliding into her pussy, curling just right against that spot that made her back arch.

"Ohhh, fuck—fuck—Jey, I’m gonna—“

"Go ‘head, mama," he groaned, his lips wrapping around her clit again, sucking just hard enough to push her over the edge. "Lemme feel you cum for me, baby."

Cherise snapped.

Her whole body tensed, her thighs shaking, her mouth parting in a breathless cry as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Jey groaned, feeling the way she squeezed around his fingers, the way she soaked his hand. "Ohhh, that’s it, baby girl, look at you… So fuckin’ pretty when you cum."

Cherise twitched, her entire body buzzing, her fingers tangled tight in his curls.

Jey sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like the devil himself.

"Mmm, damn, mama…" He kissed her inner thigh, voice thick and lazy. "You taste even better than I remember."

Cherise exhaled shakily, blinking up at the ceiling, barely processing what the fuck just happened.

Jey crawled back up her body, his hands pinned to her thighs, his hard, heavy length pressing against her, teasing, waiting.

"You ready for me, baby?"

Cherise nods eagerly.

Jey smirked, his lips brushing hers. ”Gimme words… you ready, mama?"

Cherise swallowed hard, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Mhm."

Jey exhaled a soft chuckle, sliding slowly inside her, stretching her open inch by inch. "Fuck, baby…"

"Ohhh, fuck—" Cherise’s nails dug into Jey’s broad shoulders, her breath stuttering as he sank into her slow, inch by inch, stretching her out in a way that had her legs trembling around his waist.

Jey groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder, his fingers tightening around the plush curves of her hips. "Mmm, shit, mama… You feel that? You feel how deep I am?"

Cherise’s lips parted, but no sound came out, just a breathy whimper, her mind hazy from the pressure, the way he was spreading her open, filling her too good.

"Mmm, yeah…" Jey shuddered, his abs flexing as he rolled his hips forward, burying himself completely inside her. "Takin’ me so fuckin’ good, baby… all this dick, huh?"

And she sure did take him good.

She felt every pulsing, throbbing inch of his cock stretching her walls, pressing into her so deep that she swore she could feel him in her damn stomach.

Cherise whimpered, her head tilting back against the pillows. “J-Jey..”

"Shhh…" Jey pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the corner of her mouth, pulling back just slightly, only to thrust back in slow, deliberate. "I got you, baby girl. Just relax and lemme feel you.”

He rolled his hips slow, deep, grinding into her, making sure she felt every inch, making sure she took it.

Cherise’s breath hitched. "Ohhh my God—"

Jey chuckled darkly, lifting his head to watch her. "Mmm, you talkin’ to Him, but I’m the one blessin’ you right now, pretty girl."

Her cheeks burned, but she had no smart comeback—not when he was stroking into her like that.

"You know what’s crazy, mama?" he murmured, his voice smooth and taunting. "You act all tough, all independent… but soon as I get up in this lil’ pussy, you turn into my good lil’ girl, huh?"

Cherise whimpered, her breath coming out in soft, needy gasps. “S-shut up..”

Jey smirked, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to her throat. "Nah, baby, you love that shit, huh?You like when Daddy talk to you like this? Like when I tell you how good you takin’ me?”

"J-Jey—"

"That’s right." He pressed a kiss to her jaw, his teeth grazing her skin. "Sound so fuckin’ pretty when you say my name, baby girl."

Cherise couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do shit but take it as Jey moved above her, his body pressed so close, his weight anchoring her to the bed.

"Ohhh, fuck—" she gasped, gripping his biceps as he pulled back, leaving only the thick tip of him inside her, and snapped his hips hard, the sudden force making her moan loud and sharp.

"Mmm, yeah, there we go…" Jey grinned, his fingers gripping her waist, holding her still so she could feel every inch as he set a slow, deep rhythm. "You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you just like this?"

Cherise could barely form words just desperate, breathy whimpers, her body trembling with each slow, heavy thrust.

Jey groaned. "Damn, baby girl, you fuckin’ squeezin’ me…" His jaw clenched, his pace faltering for half a second as he felt the way her walls clenched tight around him. "Shit, you tryna make me nut already?"

Cherise whimpered, her head spinning from the stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure building between her thighs. "Jey, I—"

"Ohhh, baby…" He groaned, gripping her waist, his pace turning rougher, deeper, his hips snapping into hers, pushing her higher “and higher. You ‘bout to cum for me, huh?"

“Yesss Daddy, fuck—“

"Go ‘head, baby girl," he murmured, his thumb pressing right against her swollen clit, circling slow, knowing exactly what it would do to her. "Lemme feel it. Cum all on this dick, mama."

Cherise snapped.

Her whole body tensed, pleasure crashing through her like a wave, her back arching, her mouth parting in a wrecked, breathless cry.

"Ohhh, fuck—fuck—fuck!"

Jey groaned, feeling the way she clenched up around him, the way she soaked him, dripping down his thighs, leaving a messy, filthy wet spot beneath them.

"Mmm, that’s my girl," he murmured, gripping her chin, tilting her face up so she could see him. "Look at me, baby."

Cherise barely had the strength to open her eyes, but when she did…The way he looked at her with such admiration, sweet brown eyes shining down on hers with lust , made her body shudder.

Jey smirked, his lips brushing hers, teasing, taunting. "Yeah, that’s right, mama. You feelin’ good now, huh?"

Cherise nodded, her body shaking beneath him. "Mhm…"

"Mmm…" Jey smirked, loving the way she was already falling apart under him. "That’s cute, mama. But we ain’t done yet."

Before she could even process what he meant, Jey sat back on his heels, grabbing her thighs and flipping her onto her stomach. Cherise gasped, her cheek pressing into the pillows as he hauled her hips up, angling her exactly how he wanted.

"Mmm, there we go…" Jey ran his hands over her ass, squeezing, gripping, spreading her open before lining himself back up. "You gon’ take this dick just like that, huh, baby?"

Cherise whimpered, pressing her face into the sheets. “Yes Daddy..”

"Uh-uh." Jey smirked, gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to lift her head. "Keep that pretty lil’ face up for me, mama. Lemme see you."

He tapped the head of his cock against her sensitive folds gaining a few whines from her, then he pressed back inside her.

"Ohhh, fuck Daddy!” Cherise’s entire body trembled as Jey filled her up again, the new angle making it deeper, making her feel every inch of him.

"Mmm, yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby…" Jey groaned, gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he started to move—slow at first, long, deep strokes that made her thighs shake.

“P-please…“ She mewled softly, hips bucking from overstimulation at her previous orgasms.

"Uh-huh, I know, baby." His free hand smacked her ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt straight to her clit. "I know you sensitive now, huh? This what you needed, baby girl?"

Cherise whimpered, her body arching back into him. "Mmhmm…"

"Mmm, that’s right…" He grinned, rubbing over the spot he just slapped, his fingers trailing up her spine. "Takin’ it so fuckin’ good, mama. This my pussy now, huh?"

Cherise’s breath hitched.

And then he slapped her ass again.

"Answer me, baby."

"Y-yeah fuck! Yes, Jey it’s yours!”

“Damn right."

Jey’s movements turned rougher, his hips snapping against hers, deep and unrelenting, his thick cock dragging against her most sensitive spots, making her whimper with every stroke.

"Mmm, I love this shit, baby girl…" His voice was low, dark, husky. "Love watchin’ you take this dick. Love hearin’ you sing for me, mama."

"Ohhh fuck,” Cherise gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as heat coiled tight in her stomach. "J-Jey, I’m gonna—“

"Mmm, I know, baby girl." He snapped his hips harder, his grip tightening on her waist. "Gon’ give me another one, huh? Gon’ make another mess for me, honey?”

Cherise cried out, her entire body clenching up as the pleasure exploded inside her, her thighs shaking as she came hard, gushing around him.

Jey groaned, feeling the way she soaked his dick, the way she clamped around him. "Ohhh, fuck, baby…"

His hips stuttered, his rhythm turning erratic as his own release slammed into him. "Shit baby, you gon’ take this nut, baby, fuck—"

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning loud as he filled her up, his arms wrapped around her waist, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

"Mmm, fuck, baby girl…"

Cherise’s body trembled, her breath shaky, her limbs weak.

Jey chuckled softly, pressing lazy kisses to her shoulder. "Yeah…it’s a good morning now huh, mama?”

Cherise exhaled, her lips curving into a tired smirk. "Guess so."

♡

Jey should’ve been gone thirty minutes ago.

His phone had vibrated on the nightstand twice, his lock screen lighting up with a text from Jimmy talking about, “Uce, where the fuck you at? You got training.”

But Jey?

Jey was still cozied up in Cherise’s bed.

Still tangled in her sheets, one arm lazily draped around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck like he wasn’t supposed to be halfway across town by now.

Cherise sighed, running her fingers through his curls. "Joshua…"

Jey hummed, lips pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. "Mmm?"

"Ain’t you late?" she teased, her voice still groggy from earlier events, still soft from everything they’d just done.

Jey smirked against her skin, nuzzling closer, pulling her body back against his chest. "I’on care."

Cherise rolled her eyes. “Hunter gon’ care when you walk in there late as hell, smellin’ like me."

Jey chuckled, his lips trailing up her neck, slow, teasing. "And what if I like smellin’ like you, baby?"

Cherise’s stomach flipped.

She bit back a smile, shaking her head. “Boy, get up and shower.”

"Mm-mm." Jey tightened his grip. "I think I like it right here, mama."

Cherise sighed, but she didn’t move, didn’t try to push him off.

Because if she was being honest?

She liked it too.

Liked how warm he was. How comfortable this felt.

Jey sighed against her skin, pressing one last kiss to her shoulder before finally rolling onto his back, stretching with a deep groan. "Damn, baby girl… you really tryna kick me out?"

"I ain’t kickin’ you out." Cherise smirked, propping herself up on one elbow. "I’m just reminding you that you a whole WWE superstar and you got shit to do."

Jey grinned, reaching over to smack her ass, his fingers squeezing deep into the plush curve of her thigh. "Mmm, you right… but damn, you really got me tryna call out today."

Cherise laughed, pushing at his chest. "Go to work, Jey."

"Aight, aight…" He finally sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching again before standing.

Cherise immediately missed the warmth of him.

She watched as he padded toward the bathroom, completely naked, stretching his muscles with a lazy yawn.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath. "Thick ass…"

Jey heard that.

He smirked over his shoulder, flexing just a little as he disappeared into the bathroom. "I know you watchin’, mama."

Cherise huffed, rolling her eyes. "Boy, shut up."

♡

Jey stood at the front door, finally dressed, his duffle bag tucked under one arm. Cherise leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying not to look like she was already missing him.

Jey tilted his head, his eyes roaming over her, lazy, warm, teasing. "Damn, baby, why you lookin’ at me like you mad?"

Cherise rolled her eyes. "I’m not mad."

Jey smirked, stepping closer, his fingers tilting her chin up. "Mmm, you mad I gotta leave, huh?"

"Boy, please."

"Awww, look at you, baby girl…" He leaned down, nuzzling her cheek. "You catchin’ feelings for me?"

Cherise pushed at his chest, laughing. "Joshua, if you don’t get the fuck out my apartment…”

Jey chuckled, but his hands didn’t leave her hips. “Say you gon’ miss me, baby girl."

Cherise lifted a brow. "You that desperate for validation?"

Jey grinned, making her heart skip a beat. "Ain’t nothin’ desperate ‘bout it, mama. I just like hearin’ you say it."

Cherise sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "Fine." She grabbed his keys and tossed them for him to catch "I’m gon’ miss you."

Jey caught the key with one hand, placing them in his pocket. "Damn, that was real unenthusiastic, baby."

Cherise smirked. "Want me to write it in a love letter?"

"Nah, just say it nice for me, baby girl." Jey stepped closer, his lips brushing her jaw, his voice dropping to that slow, deep rasp. "Say it real sweet, mama."

Cherise shivered, biting her lip.

Jey smirked, sensing her resolve melting.

"Mmm, yeah, there it go." He chuckled, low, smug. "You gon’ miss me, huh?"

Cherise sighed, knowing she lost this round. "Yeah, Jey. I’m gon’ miss you."

Jey grinned, pressing his lips to her forehead. "That’s what I like to hear, baby girl."

She rolled her eyes, but her stomach flipped.

Jey stepped back, adjusting his duffle bag, glancing down at her one last time. "You be good, aight?"

Cherise smirked. "I ain’t makin’ no promises."

Jey exhaled a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s my girl."

And then he finally stepped out the door.

Cherise watched him go, arms still crossed, fighting the little smile pulling at her lips.

Then she glanced at the couch.

Where his hoodie wasn’t.

She blinked.

…Did she just—

Her stomach flipped.

She turned quickly, grabbing the hoodie from where she definitely hid it behind her back, clutching the thick, warm fabric to her chest.

Her lips twitched.

"Oh well."

Jey could worry about it later.

Cherise sighed as she finally shut the door, pressing her back against it.

Her body still buzzed from Jey’s touch, from the way he had looked at her before he left, from the way he kissed her forehead like she was his—like he would be back.

She exhaled, shaking her head as she pushed off the door, running a hand through her braids.

She needed to clean up. Maybe take another shower. Definitely eat again after the way Jey had worked her out—

Her eyes landed on the coffee table.

And she stopped.

Her books.

Her notes.

Her pens.

All of it was… organized.

Neatly stacked, everything in place, her color-coded highlighters lined up in a perfect little row.

Her heart skipped.

Because she knew she hadn’t done that.

Cherise slowly stepped toward the table, fingertips grazing the newly arranged pages.

Jey had done this.

Somewhere between ruining her and making her breakfast, he had organized her damn study materials.

She swallowed, blinking down at the neatly stacked notebooks.

She didn’t know why that made her chest feel so… warm.

So full.

It was just a small thing.

But it wasn’t.

Because nobody ever took care of her like that.

Nobody ever stuck around long enough to.

Cherise exhaled, dropping onto the couch, her legs curled beneath her as she finally let herself smile.

And then she reached for her phone.

She had one person she needed to call.

She curled up on the couch, still wrapped in Jey’s hoodie, pulled the thick fabric over her bare thighs, and tapped Trinity’s contact.

The phone barely rang twice before Trin picked up.

“Uh-uh, girl don’t even start."

Cherise blinked, her lips parting. "Huh?"

"I know that ‘I just got my shit rocked’ voice when I hear it." Trinity’s tone was smug as hell. "And you sound real damn relaxed, sis. What, Jey put you to sleep?"

Cherise groaned, pressing the phone to her forehead. "Why do you know my life?"

"‘Cause I know you," Trinity cackled. "Now spill, Cher. Did he put it down or did he put it down?"

Cherise sighed dramatically, a slow, lazy grin creeping across her face. "Girl."

"Oh, it was like that?!" Trinity gasped, her voice full of amusement.

"Like that," Cherise confirmed, shaking her head. "I can still feel him, Trin."

“Well then-“ Trinity cackled. "Not my girl walkin’ funny. Jey did not lay you out like that!"

"He did, though!" Cherise buried her face in Jey’s hoodie, muffling a groan. "And then this man had the audacity to cook me breakfast, like he wasn’t just rearranging my spine six hours ago."

"Not the full boyfriend experience!" Trinity squealed, the sound of something clattering in the background. "Damn! I knew he was feelin’ you, but that’s some real husband behavior."

Cherise bit her lip, stomach flipping. "You think so?"

"Girl, yes!" Trinity scoffed. "You think Jey cookin’ breakfast for everybody he smashin’? Nah, sis. You different."

Cherise felt warmth bloom in her chest, but she quickly shook it off, rolling her eyes. "You say that, but this man still play too much."

"Oh, what he do now?"

"Girl, tell me why I was dead ass thinking he dipped before I woke up?" Cherise huffed. "I reached over, and his side of the bed was empty, and I was like, ‘Welp, I knew what it was.’ But then he walked in with a whole ass breakfast tray like some kinda domesticated Samoan husband."

"Bitch, I know you was ready to be sick!" Trinity cackled.

"I was," Cherise admitted, groaning. "Like, I was really tryna play it cool in my head, but deep down I was hurt, Trin. Thought he hit me with the ‘Aight, I’mma head out’ after all that."

"See, that’s how I know you like him!"

"I didn’t say all that—"

"Girl, shut up! You don’t gotta say it! It’s in your voice! The way you was feelin’ when you thought he left? The way you just admitted you was gonna accept it, but deep down you didn’t want to?"

Cherise was quiet.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought," Trinity said smugly.

Cherise groaned again, tugging the hoodie tighter around her. "I hate when you’re right."

"Mmm-hmm. And I be right a lot."

"Don’t hype yourself up, damn."

Trinity laughed. "Nah, but for real, Cher… You think this could be somethin’?"

Cherise chewed her bottom lip, staring at the ceiling. "I don’t even know, Trin."

"Why not?"

"‘Cause what if I get caught up in it?" Cherise exhaled, her voice quieter now. "What if I start really feelin’ him, and then he just… disappears?"

"Aht aht, see—" Trinity clicked her tongue. "You do that every time, Cherise. You don’t even let yourself have shit ‘cause you always think it’s gon’ get taken away."

"And has it not?" Cherise challenged, her voice sharper than she intended. "Trin, every time I start trusting somebody, every time I let myself think maybe… they prove me right. People leave."

A beat of silence.

Then, Trinity sighed. "I get it, Cher. I really do. But girl… what if he don’t?"

Cherise’s chest tightened.

She wanted to believe that.

She wanted to believe Jey was different.

But did she really want to risk being wrong?

"I dunno, Trin," she murmured. "I don’t wanna overthink it."

"Then don’t," Trinity said simply. "Just feel it. Enjoy it. And if it turns into somethin’ real, then it was meant to."

Cherise sighed, running a hand down her face. "I hate that you make sense."

"I know," Trinity teased. "Now, tell me somethin’—"

"Hmm?"

"You kept his hoodie, or nah?"

Cherise smirked, gripping the thick fabric in her lap. "Oh, this mine now. He can worry about it later."

"Mmm-hmm," Trinity chuckled. "That’s what I thought."

They both laughed, the tension slipping away, the easy comfort of best friends filling the silence.

But then—

Knock, knock, knock.

Cherise turned toward the door, her brows furrowing.

"Trin, lemme call you back I think my scrubs got delivered.”

“Okay girl, talk to you later.”

She went to open her door and was met with what could be described as a splash of ice cold water.

Cherise felt the blood drain from her face.

Her stomach twisted, something filled with disgust creeping up her spine as she stared at the man standing in her doorway.

Her ex.

Tremaine.

The same man who once whispered sweet nothings in her ear, who told her he had her back, that he’d take care of her—until she realized she was nothing more than a profit to him.

The same man who pushed her into a world she never wanted to be a part of.

The same man who stole everything from her.

And now he had the audacity to show up here, smirking like he belonged.

"Damn," Tremaine drawled, his dark eyes sweeping over her lazily. "You ain't even gon' say hi?"

Cherise’s grip on the doorknob tightened. "What the fuck are you doing here, Tremaine?”

His smirk widened, like he was amused by her hostility. "Damn, that’s how you greet your man? What happened to all that sweetness, Candy?"

Cherise flinched.

That name.

She hated it. Hated how he said it, hated how he was the reason it existed in the first place.

She never wanted to be Candy.

Not at first.

Not when she was young, broke, struggling, with no parents doing whatever she had to do to make ends meet. It was his idea. Tremaine was the one who planted the seed in her head, who fed her lines about how stripping was empowerment, how she’d be making her own money, how she could do it her way.

But it was never really her way.

Not when he controlled her schedule.

Not when he took his cut of her money like she owed him.

Not when he ambushed her at his boy’s bachelor party, threw her on stage like she was some kinda party trick.

That night? That was the night something inside her snapped. The way they all watched her, laughing, cheering, grabbing. The way Tremaine sat back and let it happen, enjoyed it. The way she realized..he never cared about her at all. And him running off with all of the money she made, that covered all of her semesters of school, truly shown the extent of how predatory he was towards her.

"Don’t call me that," she spat, her jaw clenching. "You lost that privilege a long time ago."

Tremaine chuckled, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. "Lost it? Shit, girl, I gave you that name. And from what I heard, you still usin’ it."

Cherise swallowed hard, her nails digging into her palms.

Fuck him.

"You still ain’t answer me," she said coldly. "What the fuck are you doing at my door?"

Tremaine tilted his head, studying her. "Just checkin’ in on you, baby."

She laughed sharp, humorless. "Checkin’ in? Like you give a fuck?"

Tremaine clicked his tongue. "Damn. You really that bitter over old shit?"

That hit something in her, white-hot anger bubbling up in her chest.

"Old shit?" she repeated, her voice deadly quiet. "Oh, you mean when you—"

She caught herself, stopped before she could say it.

She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of dragging her into old wounds.

But Tremaine saw it—the flicker of rage behind her eyes. And he grinned like he won something.

"Relax, ma," he said smoothly. "Ain’t gotta act so cold. I just wanted to see how you was holdin’ up. Heard you been busy… entertainin’."

Cherise’s stomach twisted.

There it was.

This wasn’t some friendly check-in. He came here because he knew.

Somebody had been watching.

Somebody had told him about her and Jey.

And now he was here to fuck with her.

"What do you want, Tremaine?" she asked, her voice edged with exhaustion.

He smirked. "Ain’t about what I want, shorty. I just think you need to be careful. Dudes like that? Wrestlers?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "They ain’t built for you. He gon’ chew you up and spit you out just like all the other ones."

Cherise’s heart clenched, but she didn’t let it show. "You don’t know shit about him."

At all.

The way he looked at her. The way he touched her. The way he cleaned her damn table like he was already invested in her success. The way he listened to her. The way he called her by her name, not the one some man had chosen for her.

He had made her a choice, not a convenience.

"Don’t I?" Tremaine raised a brow. "I know he got you wide open already. Letting him take you out the club. Textin’ you. Stayin’ the night."

Cherise’s breath caught.

"Yeah," Tremaine murmured, his smirk widening. "I know."

Her jaw tensed. "You spying on me now?"

"Nah." He shrugged. "But I know people who know people. And those people said you was out here actin’ all cozy with this nigga like you forgot how the game work."

Cherise hated how fast her heart was beating.

Hated how much the words got to her.

"And what game is that?" she snapped.

"Alright, bet." He stepped closer. "Let me ask you somethin’ how many times he tell you he ain’t like the other dudes?”

Cherise stiffened.

"Mmm. Thought so." He clicked his tongue. "Baby, I was there when you used to talk big shit about dudes like him. You hated clients who tried to act like they was better than the other ones. And now?" He gestured to her. "Look at you."

Her breath was slow. Controlled.

"I was never your client," she said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah?" His brows lifted. "And how you know that? You think he see you different? Think he don’t got boys tellin’ him about you? Think he ain’t hearin’ about how you move in that club?"

A sharp, cold weight settled in her stomach.

Her silence must’ve pleased him, because he stepped even closer, his voice dropping lower.

Cherise hated that the words slid right into the cracks of her deepest insecurities.

"He got you second-guessin’ me right now, huh?" His tone was mocking. "But tell me this, Cher… when’s the last time you had a client leave you a lil’ tip, then double back three months later pretendin’ they missed you?"

Her throat felt tight.

"When’s the last time you let one of ‘em up in your bed?"

Her fingers trembled.

"You think he came back for you?" He let out a cruel laugh. "Baby, he came back ‘cause he remembered how you moved on his lap that night. ‘Cause he knew what this pussy was sittin’ like."

Tremaine saw the apprehension in her face she tried to hard to hide. Knew exactly what he was doing.

The same thoughts she had tried to push away when she woke up thinking Jey had left. The same doubts that whispered to her every time she got too comfortable.

"I ain’t sayin’ this to be a dick," he continued, stepping just a little closer. "I’m just keepin’ it real with you, ma. You think he gon’ take you serious? You a stripper. You really think that man want you in the light? You think you gon’ be wifed up? Goin’ to wrestling events, standin’ next to his family? You think you fit in that world?In his world?"

Cherise’s nails dug into her palms so hard they could bleed.

And then—

She smiled.

Slow.

Cold.

Dangerous.

"You still mad you can’t eat off me no more, huh?"

Tremaine’s expression faltered, just a little. "What?"

"That’s what this is about, right?" Cherise took a slow step forward. "You showed up at my door ‘cause you saw me wit’ somebody who actually sees me. ‘Cause you realized you fumbled a bitch who don’t need you."

Tremaine’s jaw ticked. "Ain’t nobody—"

"Oh, but you did," she murmured, tilting her head. "Let’s not act brand new, Tremaine. You ain’t come here ‘cause you care. You came here ‘cause you still see me as yours. As something you owned."

Her voice sharpened.

"You used me."

Tremaine’s jaw tightened. "Ain’t nobody use you—"

"You took everything from me." Cherise’s voice was ice now. "You put me in that club. You made me depend on it. You took cuts from my money like you was my fuckin’ pimp. And then?"

Her voice trembled, but she didn’t let it break.

"Then you took everything I saved. Everything I worked for. You let your boys humiliate me, made me dance at that fuckin’ party, then ran out with all my money."

Tremaine didn’t say anything.

"You left me with nothing," she whispered, her fists clenched. "And now you at my door, tryna tell me about a man who’s done more for me in one night than you ever did in our whole relationship?"

Tremaine scoffed, looking away, jaw tight. "Man, fuck outta here wit’ that sob story."

"Yeah?" Cherise smirked, crossing her arms. "Then why you so pressed, Tremaine?”

His eyes flickered.

She had him.

Finally, he exhaled, rolling his tongue over his teeth. "Aight, Cher. I see you. You feelin’ yourself now, huh?"

"I been feelin’ myself, motherfucker,” she shot back. "You just late to the party."

A long, tense silence stretched between them.

Then Tremaine took a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Aight." He smirked. "When he leave? Don’t say I ain’t warn you."

And then he turned, walking down the hall, disappearing around the corner.

Cherise slammed the door shut.

Her hands shook.

Her breath came out in quick, uneven bursts.

And when she turned back toward the apartment, the quiet wrapped around her like a noose.

And the worst part?

Tremaine’s words were still there.

Still echoing.

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DISTRACTION PART 3 (WWE CODY RHODES)

Summary: He’s allowed you in his head, allowed you to play mind games, allowed you to make him vulnerable, causing his match against your cousin at WrestleMania 39. Months later and he finally earns another match, just for you to start the distraction all over again, dwelling on the pass

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem reader

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut, male masturbation, profanity, Dirty Talk, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Word count: 3.3K

Cody immediately regretted what had happened hours ago in that bathroom. Because now, he couldn't think straight; he felt vulnerable like he did the night you two had sex.

All he was thinking about was you. You in that bathroom moaning for him, you cumming all over his finger. And the fact that you walked out of that bathroom and acted like nothing had happened replayed in his head. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

But now it was 2 a.m. Cody lay against the headboard of his bed, wide awake. He could not sleep. Every time he closed his eyes for even a second, all he saw was you.

But more importantly, despite the cold shower and the fact that he couldn't get what had happened in that bathroom out of his mind, Cody was painfully hard.

He's thought about jerking off to you before; he's even caught himself touching his hard-on over his boxers whenever you're on his mind. But Cody has never jerked off to you. But right now, because his boxers were making him uncomfortable and the fact he currently had your lace thong in your hand, he knew he needed to get rid of this erection shamefully.

Cody stared at the thong in his hand. He shamefully thought about how he pulled it off of you, how you shoved it in his pocket. Cody involuntarily groaned as his erection started to joint upwards.

His mind suddenly went back to the night you two had sex. My god, he's had sex before, but this!? Why do you make him feel the way he feels? You were so sexy, the way you grind on him, getting so needy for him.

Cody hesitated for a moment; his hands pulled down his boxers, revealing his leaking hard cock.

Fuck you, he thought. Fucking you for making him feel like this. Fucking you for making him extremely hard. Fucking you for looking so fucking sexy, for moaning the way you moan, for making him shove his hard cock in you and fuck you over and over again till there's nothing left.

A low grunt escapes his lips as he places his fingers on his balls before dragging it up towards the tip, before stroking himself.

His eyes fluttered as he allowed himself to think about you now thoroughly. Your lips, your skin, the way you moaned his name. His breathing becomes heavier as he feels the blood rushing to his lower body, making him even more complicated.

He looked down at the lace in his hand. To see it, try to cover your pussy; that's something Cody will pay a lot of money to see a beautiful sight like that.

Cody looks down at the member in his hand as he then runs his thumb over the slide of the tip, causing himself to moan, throwing his head back as he collects a drop of pre-cum.

"Oh, fuck," Cody cursed under his breath. He imagined it was your small hands wrapped around his cock right now. He doesn't think he would make it past you innocently looking up at him as you had your hands and mouth around him.

"Fuck y/n," he moaned your name. It was the most sinful thing he could have ever done. But he didn't care. He wished that you were making him feel this good right now.

Although Cody didn't fight for a release. Not yet, at least. Despite knowing how wrong this was, he wanted to enjoy the moment before the guilt washed over him. He suddenly adjusted himself on the bed, now lying on his back. His boxers that were at his ankles were now on the ground as his hand made its way back to his cock, stroking it a bit, causing him to let out a hum.

He imagined you naked in front of him like you once were before, kissing all over your skin, hearing the way you react to him. It made his mouth slightly open as the stroke increased.

"Oh baby, fuck Y/N, look how hard you got me," he moaned out. He picked his hands all over your hair, yanking it back as he fucked you senseless, hearing your desperate moans.

Cody let out a sigh; he knew he was close to cumming. He couldn't fight the desperation anymore. Instead, he started to chase his release. Every single thing Cody wanted to do, you ran across his head as he stroked his cock faster, knowing the load he was gonna shoot out was going to be huge.

"Oh, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, fuc-"

Within a moment later, Cody was cumming all over his lower stomach and abs, grunting as his muscles flexed, feeling how good the load made him feel. He pictures his load filling you, you moaning for him as he comes inside of you.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, the guilt washed over him, just like he knew it was. He felt shameful as he looked down at the mess he made on himself. Despite everything, he knew he was far from getting you out of his head.

What the hell is wrong with him?

What the hell is wrong with you?

The last couple of hours have left you very much speechless. If you were told that you would end up at almost midnight in the middle of a Waffle House with these three men, you would have probably told that person that you would rather die. But it ended up being true, but how?

The WrestleMania Kickoff show ended less than 20 minutes ago, and now you were standing in front of an angry Roman and a furious Dwayne inside a locker room. Solo, Jimmy, and Paul stood to the right of them as you sat down on the couch, staring at the two.

Cody said he was challenging Roman to get his title at WrestleMania. Triple H himself confirmed that the match was happening, which meant there was no way Dwayne was getting this match he wanted with Roman, and there was no way Roman could get out of this match with Cody. But now, what set both Roman and Dwayne off was Cody telling Roman how his uncle and father would be ashamed of him, which you thought was hypocritical due to Roman calling Cody's father irreverent.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Roman asked. You weren't sure if he was speaking to you and the others or himself, but you stayed quiet and let him speak. "He thinks he can walk in and take this match at WrestleMania. He thinks he can make decisions around here!"

You yourself had no idea what tempted Cody to change his mind and make him want a match with Roman, though you were the same person who told him that his decision not to challenge him was idiotic, after all.

"He's sorry ass is lucky that all I did to him was slap him," Dwayne muttered harshly as he paced back and forth against the room. "How dare he disrespect our family!? How dare he disrespect our bloodline!?"

Paul looked hesitant to speak but did it anyway, causing Roman to tilt his head slightly in his direction but not exactly look at him.

"Um, excuse me, my tribal chief, but can we do anything to stop this?" Paul asked. "I can talk to Triple H, see if we can remove this match from WrestleMania,"

Roman shook his head as if it were impossible. "He made it clear out there that the match is happening, " he said, silencing him.

The pair of Roman's eyes then landed on you. You were staring at him and Dwayne the entire time during their outburst but haven't spoken a word. You couldn't help but notice the way he stared at you as if he was thinking about something. And when he suddenly sucked his teeth in irritation, looking away, you knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"No, Roman," you said, as now everyone in the locker room was focused on you two. It's impossible to distract him!"

"It's not just him I'm asking you to distract, y/n," Roman said, shaking his head.

Dwayne eventually understood what was going on and is now looking directly at you.

Dwayne was the only one who didn't know about your distractions, which you often pulled on Roman's opponent. Unlike Roman, Dwayne could sense something was going on between you and Cody.

He noticed how two they were the night Cody announced he wasn't going to wrestle Roman and WrestleMania. He noticed the glimpse of eye contact between them. He also noticed how Roman was starting to notice something. However, his brain was working a lot slower than Dwayne's. The two of them slept with each other, which Dwayne refused to admit to himself, but he knew it was true.

"No!" Dwayne shook his head. You and Roman looked up at Dwayne as he shook his head. "Whatever plan you got going on, I don't want her involved."

"She has always been involved!" Roman argued. "She can help!"

"What do you mean by it's not just him?" You asked Roman as he looked back at you. It was what you heard before Dwayne intervened. Roman had a plan that you suddenly caught on.

He leaned back into his seat before speaking. "You saw Seth getting involved out there, and I know after tonight, Seth and Cody are on the same wavelength regarding the bloodline." He stared. "And it doesn't stop with Seth, Jey is involved too,"

"So what I hear is that you want me to distract not only Cody but Seth and Jey? My brother and the guy who stabbed you in the back?"

The look on Roman's face made you know that what you had said was right. "I don't want you just to distract them; I want to know their strengths and weaknesses and what their next moves are. I want to be one step ahead of them. You can do that, right?"

But to you, it was impossible.

Jey was your brother, someone you admired besides Jimmy and Solo. But you were the closest with him. Distracting someone as quickly as a wrestler that Roman may find a threat was nothing to you, but to you was just a game. It was simple for you, easy. But the thought of distracting your own brother was cruel and something you knew he wouldn't forgive you for.

Then there's Seth. Someone you failed at distracting multiple times for multiple reasons. For starters, he took his distractions the same way you distracted Brock Lenser. But one thing you learned is that Seth was born into this industry as a master of distraction. So him playing uno reverse and distracting riled Roman up. You couldn't help but think that if Roman hadn't passed Seth out during their last match for the title, Seth would have won.

Then there's Cody. We already know how your distraction with him went the last time. And although you had told Cody that his deciding not to fight Roma the first time was stupid, part of it was relief that you didn't have a distraction. But the fact you have to do this again, even after the fact that you were just in a bathroom with him twenty-four hours ago as he fingered you, made you want to shit in your pants and refuse.

"Roman, you're asking for a lot right now." You warned. Roman could see your hesitation as the plan was set out on the table. He couldn't help but sigh, letting out a slight frustration. "You need to stop doubting yourself-"

"I'm not doubting myself at all!" you said in defense as you cut your cousin off. "You're asking me to distract three men; one is my brother. Does it look like I want to do that to him? None of you may have a relationship with Jey anymore, but I do—that's my brother!"

It was as if you threw a dagger in not only Roman's chest but also Jimmy and Solo. The three of them shot glares at you due to your comment. You couldn't help it, as you seemed like the only person who seemed to care about Jey.

However, Roman shook his head as he looked away from you. "I get it. This is all too much. Believe me, it's too much for me as well, " he said. But Y/N, I need you. I need your help in this; otherwise, I will lose my title."

I need you. Some say that was Roman's words of manipulation. You put everything and everyone over family for Roman. And you couldn't help but look at him as a silent sigh let out from you. You needed to make decisions.

Help your Cousin, or get as far away from this whole situation as possible.

"Y/N! Get back here!"

The footsteps from behind you only made you walk faster as your brothers, Jimmy and Solo, followed behind you. You had previously grabbed your stuff before walking out of the bloodline's locker. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, as you walked through the parking lot.

"Just leave me alone!" Your voice echoed through the parking lot, getting at least someone's attention if there was any."

Your phone was in one hand as you scrolled through your contacts, trying to call for a ride. Your eyes suddenly landed on Jey's name—a bit of hesitation. However, the yelling from now solo instantly made you click on his name as you brought it to your ears.

You could hear the distant ringing, and you couldn't help but have your own heart drop as you realized he was here. You looked back at Jimmy and Solo as they followed behind, only making them scream your name louder.

"Hello? Y/N?"

You gasped a bit. However, you didn't have time to hesitate or freak out; you just needed to find him.

"Please tell me you're still here?" You spoke on the phone. However, Jey didn't get the chance to answer as your feet abruptly stopped by his car. Your heart dropped yet again for the hundredth time as the two made eye contact. Jey carried a curious face. It was at the moment when you called him that you were the last person to call besides his brothers and cousin.

You thought everything would be okay, that your heart wouldn't stop giving you small stabs. However, your eyes landed on someone who opened the driver's door, then another who opened the door to the car beside it.

Seth stepped out of Jey's car and looked at you with confusion written on his face. You weren't sure who was more confused, Seth or Jey.

However, that was the last thing you were worried about as your oxygen supply suddenly turned off for a second, and you forgot how to breathe. Cody stepped out of his car as the two of you looked at him.

At the wrong fucking time, last night's events suddenly crossed your mind. Cody made you cum, made you cum with all of his fingers that by the time the realization hit, you weren't wearing any underwear. He still had it. God knows what he has done with it.

You tried to say a word, anything. However, Jimmy's voice interrupted as it beat you to speak.

The expression on Jey's face says it all as he steps in front of you. His eyes land on his brothers, and the minute they catch up, Jimmy stops in his tracks and deathly stares at his brother.

Despite their love, hatred covered it, as grudges and anger took over.

"Leave her alone, use!" Jey's voice echoed as he looked at his brother. The moment Solo was visible, with a sudden reaction in defense of Jey, Seth and Cody stepped in. You watched as the five men in front of you stared down at each other.

"Man, mind your business! this got nothing to do with you!" Jimmy said; he then looked behind Jey, straight at you as he let out a frustrated voice as he spoke. "Stop playing around and get back into the locker room before Roman gets even more mad,"

If you didn't know what venom tastes like, you would have thought it tasted exactly like the following words that came out of your mouth. It took everyone by surprise for different reasons: disbelief, amusement (mainly from Seth's reaction), and anger. But to you, they saw all expected amusement in your face as you uttered the words, "You can tell Roman to go to hell," out your mouth.

You looked at Jey as you spoke again. "I wanna leave with you," you said.

"Y/N," Solo warned. But you didn't bother to look at his direction.

"You sure?" Jey asked as he looked at you.

For some reason, with a split second. Your eyes caught Cody looking at you with no curiosity, as if he wasn't expecting you to be here, and suddenly asked Jey for a ride.

But you nodded. Jey didn't hesitate even further as he immediately opened his car, helping you put your stuff in the car.

"Y/N, get your ass over here!" Solo spoke, "This ain't a game!"

"Hey!" The voice caught you by surprise as you looked over at him at Cody.

He stepped towards Solo as a hint of anger came out of him, which caught you by surprise.

"Don't fucking speak to her," He said.

Never in your lifetime did you expect Cody to defend you or show so much anger in how Solo spoke. Solo wasn't going to back down, however, as the two got in each other's faces. But Jimmy and Seth suddenly broke up the fight, pulling them back.

"He isn't worth Cody; relax, man," Seth said. Cody licked the inside of his mouth as he felt the urge to punch Solo dead in the face for how disrespectful he was being.

Some of Cody thought it was impossible to defend someone he hated. Someone who was part of the reason why he lost last WrestleMania despite the fact he truly believed it was his fault for allowing you to get him. But he hated the way they yelled at you, hated the way they didn't want you leaving with your brother, hated the way they followed you here. But he couldn't help but think why. Not why they were doing all of this, but why were you here?

Why did you call Jey? Why leave with Jey, especially when you, out of all people, knew that he and Jey were with each other 24/7 and that Seth was with them due to the events that had happened at the kickoff show? Maybe the anger was still in him due to the adrenaline from the slap Dwayne gave him. But still, why were you here?

"Let's go," was all you heard as Jimmy and Solo said nothing but walked away. Jey looked back at you. "You good sis?"

You nodded. You said nothing as you got inside Jey's car. And neither did the boys as Cody hops into his car, and Seth and Jey hop into Jey's car.

You looked out the window and let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you took in what had happened. Jimmy and Solo thought it was impossible, and Roman thought it was insane, but it was all part of what you were known for.

Knowing that Jey was with Cody and Seth and they were still in the parking lot was a part of your plan. A plan where you would have gained their trust, not have them know that you were even planning on distracting them, learned their strengths, weaknesses, and subsequent move, and gathered all that information and brought it back to Roman.

Step one was to get to them, which was successfully executed. The next step was to gain their trust. You had to try your hardest, as the three of them, along with you, were now sitting in the middle of a Waffle House.

You made your decision. You were planning on helping your cousin.

Author Note: PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME FOR TAKING SO LONG!! School and working two jobs have been kicking my ass. As much as writing is a hobby, I hate taking forever and updating a part. Stay tuned!!!

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deadpresidents · 11 months ago

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Randy Orton kicking a YouTuber dressed up as a Prime drink mascot as hard as he can is just one of the 18 million reasons why I love WrestleMania.

#WrestleMania #WWE #WrestleMania XL #Randy Orton

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akhtar-zamil · 11 months ago

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Stacy keibler dancing on wrestlemania 18

#stacy keibler #dudley boyz #union underground #wrestlemania 18

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darkarfs · 1 year ago

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How did no one tell Regal that he's wearing the IC belt upside down??

#william regal #wrestlemania 18 #they probably didn't just to mess with him

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jaethaone · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Some Suggestive Language, Angst.. That’s All, Slight Asshole Roman

A/N; It’s Honestly Taken Me Forever To Put Something Out Because I Haven’t Been Feeling My Writings 🙈, But I Hope You Guys Enjoy 🫶🏽

You and Roman had been together for four years. Four years together that had been a whirlwind that was exhilarating and heart-wrenching, sometimes simultaneously. The intensity of your relationship mirrored the explosive nature of the WWE universe itself. For a long time, you had embraced the chaos, the thrill of being as much in love with a superstar as you were with the man behind the persona. But love requires reciprocity, understanding—things that felt increasingly absent.

You felt as though you’re now walking a tangled path woven with love, pain, heartbreak, and an insatiable hope for change.

The air in the locker room felt heavy with unspoken tension, a tightrope stretched thin between You and Roman.

You felt like you were spiraling downwards. You were secretly proud of his achievements, but it felt like a parallel world now—a reality you could barely touch.

You sat on the edge of the bench, your fingers digging into the edges of the metal seat the only thing keeping you grounded, glancing up at Roman every few seconds.

Roman leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression a mask of indifference. The faint sounds of the arena buzzing beneath them seeped in, but it was a distant hum, like a memory of laughter he no longer cared to recall.

“Roman,” you started, your voice trembling slightly, “we need to talk.”

“Talk?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “What more is there to say? We’ve been through this.”

A sharp breath hitched in your throat. “You can’t just act like this is normal! You’ve cheated on me—again! How can you just stand there, arms crossed, like it doesn’t matter?”

He shrugged, a careless smirk playing on his lips. “You’re still here, aren’t you? You could have left anytime.”

“Stop.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife. “Just stop with the games. I’m done being hurt. I can’t keep doing this.”

“No, there’s no stop, because you know I’m right sweetheart.” He replied, the nickname that once gave you butterflies now making your stomach ache “You could have left the first time, I knew you were going to leave the second time, but where are you now… right here. So can we stop with the theatrics and just move to the part where I bend you over this couch and you forgive me.”

“No Roman” your heart racing as you fought back tears of frustration. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m done being hurt. You’re nothing but toxic, and I’m leaving … for real this time”

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall to close the distance between you. “You think you’re going to leave me? You’ve said that before. It’s just words.”

You stood, heart pounding like the crowd at WrestleMania, but this wasn’t a show. “ No! I’m done, Roman. I can’t keep doing this. I’ve stayed through the hurt and heartache, but you never learn. You always come crawling back with excuses, and I—a fool, am always here,” you spat, the words feeling both liberating and terrifying.

A fire ignited in your chest, anger mixing with hurt. “I mean it this time. I’m done. I deserve better than this.”

“Better?” He laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed in the small space. “You think you deserve better? Look around, Yn. You’re not going anywhere. You need me.”

“Need you? Or need the idea of you?” You shot back, your voice rising. “You’re not the man I fell in love with. You’ve become someone I barely recognize.”

Roman leaned into your space more, arms crossed, an unsettling indifference etched on his face. “You say that now, but we both know you’re not going anywhere,” he replied coolly, not even attempting to mask the boredom in his tone. It was a statement devoid of remorse—no pleas, no arguments. Just a calculated, toxic dismissal.

And You felt it; the hollow truth twisted within you despite your words. He was right. You had faltered before; in your heart, you had acknowledged the struggles countless times. Underneath all that bravado, this blow struck and you felt your heart splinter, the walls that had once protected it crumbling down. He was right, and the realization twisted like a knife in your gut. Why hadn’t you left?

This was a question not only you asked yourself countless times, but your friends also. Bewildered by your loyalty to someone who had brought you so much pain.

“You're better than this, Yn,” they urged, their concern evident in their voices.

“You deserve someone who respects you!”

Each time, you brushed it off, offering excuses for his behavior. But as you replayed the moments of hurt in your mind, the love that had once enveloped you had grown bitter, tainted by betrayal and neglect.

Numbness began to settle in, creeping over you like shadows at dusk. Each betrayal was a stone you carried, and you had grown accustomed to the weight.

With a shaky breath, you said nothing else, and walked past Roman, leaving his locker room. Tonight would became the silent goodbye you’d never vocalize.

Throughout the rest of the night, his words replayed over and over in your head, highlighting how his tone was almost dismissive, as though your pain held no value to him.

And In that moment, something inside you shifted. It was as if his words had stripped the very essence of your determination, leaving behind a cold, desolate emptiness. You felt numb, suddenly aware that he was right in a way. After enduring so much, you had lost the strength to fight, and He didn’t even know it.

As days went by & then days turned into weeks, you pulled away. You went through the motions of your daily lives, but the light in your eyes faded. You laughed but didn’t feel the joy. When you had the time to be home you cooked meals that went uneaten, and when you and Roman shared the same space, you were there but not really there—your laughter a façade, your smiles mere echoes of the person you once was.

You bid farewell to the emotional connections that had held you hostage all this time. You continued yourbroutine—getting ready for work, attending wrestling events, living your life in the background. But the spark was gone. You were here, physically, but mentally, you had withdrawn. The vibrant glow you once had was snuffed out, leaving a shadow of your former self.

For Roman, the change was palpable, but he mistook it for a development of maturity, perhaps a stoic acceptance of the realities of your guys tumultuous relationship. His world revolved around the ring, where battles were fierce and triumphs celebrated. He didn't realize the significant emotional loss he had endured until he caught glimmers of your stifled laughter, absent from its usual exuberance.

“Something’s off,” he confessed to his cousin Jimmy, one night backstage.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, “You mean besides the fact that you keep screwing things up?” Roman brushed off the comment, irritation sparking within him. “No, I mean… she’s not the same. She’s withdrawn. It’s like I’ve lost her.”

“Maybe you have Uce.”

Weeks turned into months as Roman tried to break through the wall you had built around your heart. He watched you at the events—your smile forced, your laughter distant, your once vivacious spirit now a mere shadow. He tried to connect over shared memories, but every attempt was met with a steely indifference.

One evening, after a show you guys were sitting in silence across from each other when he finally spoke.

Yn… we need to talk.”

He Sighed when he was met with nothing but silence, but he still pushed on.

“You’re… different.”

“When did you start caring?” You replied, your tone flat, the hurt etched into your very being. “It’s too late for that.”

“What’s going on with you?” He studied you intently for the first time in a long while, something almost resembling concern darkening his features.

“I’m just tired, Roman. I’m tired of being hurt and ignored. I thought you’d care more about us.”

You met his gaze, and for the first time, your walls slipped just a fraction, revealing the vulnerability beneath the numbness. “You have no idea what you’ve lost, do you?”

Realization washed over him like a cold wave. He had taken you for granted, always believing you would stay no matter how far he pushed you away. His heart sank as he understood the truth: he was losing you.

“I didn’t mean for things to end up like this,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I... I do care.”

“Caring isn’t enough anymore. You don’t even see me anymore.” You fought the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, refusing to show the brokenness you felt inside.

The weight of your words struck him like a harrowing realization. This was the point of no return. This wasn’t just about the betrayals or his toxic habits; it was about your irrevocable decision to shield your heart from further wounds.

In that moment, something shifted within Roman. He was finally confronted with the urgency of your pain, the reality of what his actions had wrought. For the first time, he felt the real weight of losing you—a loss that could break apart his seemingly unshakeable world.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, though it felt inadequate. Because in the end, “sorry” had never been enough for you , and now, amidst the wreckage of your fractured love, he realized the true cost of his indifference.

“I just .. i can’t keep doing this” you said as you stood up to leave the room, Roman felt panic rising within him. “Yn, wait. Please don’t go. Can we try again?”

“It’s too late”

You turned to walk away, a single tear trailing down your cheek, carving a path through your mask of indifference. You were still standing with a semblance of strength, but deep down, you were fragile, teetering on the edge of release.

In that moment, you both understood: the man who had once held your heart now stood as a weary ghost in your closed-off world.

And as you walked away, fully embracing the numbness, your heart echoed with a mix of sorrow and relief. The door closed behind you softly, and the sound signaled the end of your tragic love story, one that had been thrilling yet, ultimately, unfulfilling.

Roman sat alone, enveloped in the chilling silence of the room, staring into the void of what he had taken for granted, He was lost, and as the echo of your absence reverberated through the air, leaving him with a profound emptiness he was left grappling with a painful truth—he had taken the love of his life for granted, and he may have just lost you forever ,—a lesson learned too late in the WWE universe where nothing was ever guaranteed

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darkeyessdarkheart · 6 months ago

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Good Luck, Babe

warnings: language, implied smut, 18+

pairing: rhea ripley x fem!reader

word count: 3,291

Alright y’all. Bare with me lmao. I haven’t written in years and I’ve been working 12 hr shifts so I can’t promise it’s my best. But here you are for the 8 people who wanted this! lmao. Any feedback or requests would be great! :)

It was a successful post-Wrestlemania celebration in Philly that night. You and some fellow superstars had heard of a local club and decided to continue your celebrations there after the press conference. Music blared throughout the club causing you to feel as if even your feet were vibrating through your heels. You and Bayley were on the dance floor laughing at your sad attempts at dancing. You’d only had a couple of drinks and were just a little tipsy. “Y/N what are you doing?! You look like you’re seizing!” Bayley leaned in to try to exclaim in your ear.

“It’s not my fault! The only dancing I’m good at involves grinding!” You chuckle back at her. She shakes her head taking another swig of her cocktail before looking back at you, eyes glazed over. “I mean, by all means, if it makes it better than that you can dance on me all you want.”

Bayley and you joked back and forth like this sometimes but your relationship was always platonic. You decided to take her up on her offer, taking your free hand and grabbing her free one as well. Pulling her hand up into the air you spun yourself around and began to seductively sway to the music pushing your back closer to her. “Whoo! Yeah girl, damn I didn’t know you could get down like that!” She exclaims as you rock your hips back and forth while also slowly moving down her body and then back up, making sure to push your butt into her. You both laugh as you continue before suddenly seeing a figure coming to loom over you.

“Hey! Mind if I steal your partner there for a bit?!” You hear the voice and recognize it as the New World Heavyweight Champion. You had known for a bit that Damian had a little crush on you. You’d catch him staring at you during rehearsals and at morning gym sessions. He’d always try to spark conversation with you and would even occasionally join in on your workouts if you were working the same area. Somehow he’d always end up “showing you a better way” or form to do an exercise in what felt like an excuse just to touch you. As if you weren’t a professional athlete with years of experience working out. But you didn’t mind, Damian was a nice and attractive guy after all. “She’s all yours champ!” Bayley said before walking away, being sure to look back at you and suggestively raise her eyebrows.

“You did awesome tonight! How’s it feel to finally be champion?” You leaned in to ask him. “Feels almost as great as you look.” He flirts letting his eyes roam up and down your body in your tight-fitting dress. You reach out to playfully push him laughing, “You’re stupid. Thanks though, you look good too.” You smile up at him. Amid your conversation, you can’t help but look over to the bar behind you and see two piercing blue eyes staring right at you. Rhea.

You and Rhea joined NXT around the same time and immediately clicked. You bonded over your nerdy video game tastes, love of horror movies and animals, and her vast intent on exposing you to heavy metal music. You two became best friends and an even better tag team. You even held the former NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships together for a run. However, it all changed one night after Rhea won her first North American NXT Women’s Championship.

You were in your dressing room screaming at the TV like a maniac. “Come on Rhea!” You yelled watching Rhea getting hit on the top rope. In the last second, she reversed the move hitting Shayna with the riptide from the second turnbuckle and pinning her for the title. You bolted from your dressing room to the gorilla, and down to the ring. You threw your arms around her squeezing her tighter than ever before as the announcer declared her victory. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!!” You pulled back smiling at her and practically jumping up and down. You went to hold her arm up in the air but instead, she scooped you up with her one free arm, causing you to wrap your legs around her waist. You laughed in surprise but just smiled right back at her, staring into her baby blue eyes. The crowd erupted as she held the title up in the air with her other arm all while holding you to her.

You made it back to the gorilla waiting for your chance for another hug once the crowd of individuals that had gathered to congratulate her had dispersed. “I still can’t believe it.” She stated almost breathlessly, still slightly panting as she stared at the gold on her arm. “Thank you for coming out to the ring. You know I love celebrating with you.” She smiled at you. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, I love you so much.” You threw your arms around her neck and pulled her into an embrace. Only this time when you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but stop at a certain point. Your arms remained locked behind her neck and her hands remained steady at the small of your back and waist. You didn’t know what came over you, you leaned in and kissed her.

She must’ve been as surprised as you were judging by her slight jump. The second you felt it you immediately wanted to pull away and apologize, not even understanding why you did what you’d done. The thoughts were squashed instantaneously by the feeling of her kissing you back. It was like no other, the way your lips molded together, the way you moved in perfect synchrony with each other, how soft and perfect her lips felt. The first tender kiss slowly turned into more as you felt her tongue piercing run softly across your lower lip as she tried to gain access to your mouth. You couldn’t help but accept, allowing the kiss to become deeper and passionate. Your tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths with every movement. The moment came to an end all too soon when you both heard footsteps approaching and jumped apart.

Rhea was quickly busy with another superstar coming up to congratulate her. You used this as your excuse to bolt back to your dressing room. You slammed the door leaning your back against it, panting from pure adrenaline. What did you just do?! Rhea was your best friend for fuck’s sake. You had only ever been in relationships with men your entire life. You thought you’d had good experiences with guys, but that kiss. That was incomparable. You’d never felt such passion and dare you admit it, desire in just a kiss. Had you not been interrupted you were unsure how far you would’ve been willing to take that situation. You shook your head putting your head in your hands, not knowing what was wrong with you. Of course, you loved Rhea, how could you not? She’s gorgeous, funny, caring, and you have so many memories together. But did you love her? Or were you just caught up in the moment?

Surely, after all this time you would’ve known if you were into her, right? Your brain was running 100 miles a minute, completely unsure of what to think or do next. The only clear thought you had was you had to get away. You changed out of your ring gear faster than ever, changed into a baggy hoodie and sweats, pulling your hood over your head in an attempt to hide yourself. You grabbed your bag and headed out to your car and drove home.

Rhea blew up your phone that night trying to call you, text you, facetime you, hell she was even emailing you. You couldn’t bear to hear her voice and own up to what you had done. You were deleting her first at least 100 texts quickly, trying to not even read them. Only seeing glimpses of certain ones as you did so.

Rhea🖤: Y/N, what the hell?

Rhea🖤: Where are you??

Rhea🖤: We need to talk!

Rhea🖤: Call me back now.

Rhea🖤: This isn’t funny Y/N.

Rhea🖤: Answer the damn phone!

Rhea🖤: If you don’t answer, I swear to god I’m gonna bloody lose it Y/N.

You couldn’t even comprehend the idea of speaking to her in any shape or form in this state. Eventually, you decided to block her phone number. You told yourself it would be temporary, just until you were able to clear your mind. To understand why you did this and what your feelings truly were for your best friend. However days passed, you managed to successfully avoid her at shows despite hearing the gossip of her adamantly looking for you backstage at every single one.

Your call up from Smackdown couldn’t have come at a better time. You decided this promotion was the perfect opportunity to extend your sabbatical with Ripley. You’d figure it out eventually, you told yourself.

Present

You and Rhea hadn’t properly spoken in a very long time. In what seemed like divine intervention to you, you always ended up on the opposing show. Only having to be around one another at certain pay per views throughout the years. However, thanks to avoidance and always making sure at least one other superstar was in the room with you, you never managed to be fully alone with Rhea. You were polite of course, casual, but you never allowed the conversation to get too intense before ditching. In the instances you were around one another you’d feel her doing what she was doing now. Eyeing you down, as if she was trying to read you. Trying to understand why you were so willing to throw away everything you had together. All just because you refused to admit your true feelings.

You felt your breath catch your throat but tried to instantly regain your composure, looking back up at Priest. “You wanted to dance, let’s dance!” You squeal at him causing him to chuckle at you. You begin to dance together but all the while all you can feel is what feels like lasers beaming right at your face. Rhea was at the bar with Bianca and Jade, ordering another round and talking amongst themselves. However, Rhea wasn't remotely interested. She was captivated by you.

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

You forced yourself to turn around not wanting to feel her eyes directly on your face. Continuing to sway to the music you push your back around Priest, seductively grinding on him. Closing your eyes you tried to distract yourself from the thoughts of wishing you were dancing like this on the woman across the room. You knew at this point what you wanted but it felt as if it had been too long. Not to mention the thought still petrified you. The idea of further ruining the perfect friendship you’d tossed aside. All because you were a coward.

And guess I’m the fool

Finally, you turn back around, planning on telling Damian you were too drunk and should head back to your hotel. Even though you knew you were fine. As you did so you noticed her beginning to head into the crowd, beeling straight to you and Priest. Oh God. Your heart began to race and your stomach felt as if it had dropped to your ass. Your mind was running through every possible scenario to try to get out of this oncoming shit storm. You did the first comprehensive thing that came to your mind, standing up on your tiptoes in your heels, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his lips down onto yours. Damian immediately accepted, holding your face in his large hands as you moved your lips together.

The black haired Australian stopped in her tracks as she saw what you were doing.

You can kiss 100 boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You were trying to put your all into the kiss. Anything to try to show Rhea you weren’t interested in her. It felt as if you were trying to put on some elaborate performance but you couldn’t stop yourself. You had your hands on top of his then began to grab his shirt, pulling him as close to you as possible. Priest put his hands on top of yours pulling back, “Woah Y/N, I think you’ve had a bit too much muñeca. I’d love to, but not like this.”

All while Damian is gently “letting you down” she finally reaches you, breaking out into a toothy grin. “Hey mate, Y/N, you doing okay? You don’t look so great.” She feigns concern looking you up and down but you know each other too well. You’d spent more than a couple nights out together and she knew your tolerance was way higher than you were portraying. “I’m fine.” You answer quickly, almost too quickly. Damian looks at both of you assessing the situation, clearly unsure of what to do. No matter what else you tried to look at around the room you kept somehow locking eyes with her again. Those light blue orbs taking your breath away every time. “Rhea, you mind helping get Y/N back? You don’t mind right, Y/N?”

Before you can even protest, she interrupts. “Of course mate. I’ll text you when I get her in. Have fun tonight champ!” She grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the club, shouting at Priest over her shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing?!” You’re trying to pull out of her grip but are unsuccessful each time. She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes pointed towards the exit of the club.

At the last second, she turns, leading you towards the hallway where the bathrooms were. “Rhea, seriously let me go! What are you doing?!” You attempt to exclaim once but she continues to ignore you, just dragging you along.

You reach the bathroom and she opens the door dragging you inside. You look around expecting a multi-stall facility but instead find yourself in a very tight space with the woman you’ve avoided for so long.

“The better question is, what are you doing Y/N?” She turns around finally making eye contact with you again. Your eyes dart once again trying to avoid the intensity. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say as your eyes finally settle on a particular piece of graffiti on the wall in front of you. “Yes, you do. You’ve dodged me for years. You don’t want to be around me, fine. But really? You’re gonna try to act like you’re something you’re not?” She shakes her head, her eyes squinting as she looks you up and down as if she was trying to piece you back together in her mind.

“You’re being ridiculous. If Priest wants to pursue me, why shouldn’t I let him?” You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to subconsciously put a barrier between you and her.

You can say it’s just the way you are

Make another excuse, another stupid reason

“This isn’t what you want, Y/N.” Rhea grabs your chin forcing you to look at her. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels as if it could burst out of you at any moment. You felt a lump in your throat as hard as a stone. The cold feeling of her rings touching your skin would normally make you jump but they felt amazing against your now blazing red skin.

“You may tell yourself that kiss never happened. Bloody hell, you probably have to tell yourself that every day. I bet you think about it all the time.” You felt as if she was rubbing your biggest mistake in your face. You go to smack her hand away, “Stop it, Rhea, it was years ago. I was in the moment and I overstepped. It meant noth-“

She cuts you off, taking you by surprise by pushing herself up against you against the wall, her hands next to both sides of your head. You can’t help the audible small gasp that leaves your mouth. “Tell me you don’t want this.” She whispers as she inches her face towards yours. You gulp.

Good luck, babe.

Well, good luck, babe.

She takes one of her hands and grips your jaw forcing you to look at her. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You inhale deeply through your nose. Your body was covered in goosebumps yet somehow still felt like it was on fire. Feeling her strong body up against yours was causing your mind to blank. You couldn’t think of anything besides the feeling of her chest moving against yours with each deep breath you took.

In that moment you felt your once strong front begin to dissipate. “Rhea, I-“ You try to start but the ball in your throat causes your voice to catch. You look up at the ceiling feeling tears prickling at your eyes. “I do want you. I want you more than anything.” The tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you continue.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.” You whisper to yourself. Seeing your tears Rhea backed up slightly, taking one hand and gently wiping at some of the tears. “You’re not an idiot baby.” She softly spoke, leaving her hand to rest on your cheek.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I-“ You open your mouth inhaling deeply then exhaling, trying to stop crying. “I did.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me Y/N? We’d been close for so long. Nothing could and would ever ruin what we have. As friends or, as more.” She enunciates the last part, her Aussie accent thick.

You shake your head, wishing you had a reasonable answer for her. “I don’t know.”

She sighs, pulling you to her in a tight embrace. You exhale, wrapping your arms around her. She holds the back of your head stroking your hair softly. Of course, she’d remember. That was always something she’d do for you whenever you were stressed or upset.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You whisper, squeezing her as tight as you possibly could inhaling her familiar scent.

You’re the first to pull away but remain still, keeping her close. Rhea looks down at you wiping the last remaining tears away. Only now do you notice the tear stains where makeup once was on her face.

Despite the messy makeup, disheveled hair, and groggy voices from crying you couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous she looked.

“Rhea?” You ask softly. “Y/N?” She responds looking into your eyes.

“You’re right. I haven’t stopped thinking about this.” You sigh, shaking your head slightly then grabbing her face in your hands and smashing your lips together. It was as if no time had passed.

The same fire and passion from the first kiss immediately reignited. She reached around your body, holding your lower back and gripping your ass with the other. You moaned softly at the feeling allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth.

You reached your hands out grabbing every part of her that you could reach. From her long black hair, to her waist using her metal chain belt to pull her even closer.

She pulls away and you almost whine. “Come on you, we’re going to the hotel. I’m gonna show what else I’ve been thinking about since that kiss.”

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DISTRACTION PART 4 (WWE CODY RHODES)

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem reader

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut, oral sex (male receiving), slight degrading kink, profanity, Dirty Talk, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Word count: 3.8K

Waffle House, open twenty-four hours, meant you were stuck in the middle of one with Seth, Jey, and Cody at twelve in the morning. The neon lights cast a dim glow over the table, illuminating the way Cody's gaze kept flickering toward you, the way you kept pretending not to notice. But you did. Oh, you did.

As expected, Jey sat beside you, dressed in his merch and sweatpants. Across from him was Seth, a departure from his usual dramatic outfits, wearing just a black shirt and jeans. His eyes kept shifting toward your brother, baffled at how anyone could be this excited about a damn Waffle House.

Then there was Cody, right across from you. The booth was cramped, and the space between your legs and his was practically nonexistent. A slight shift, just the tiniest movement, and your knees would touch. You could feel his eyes on you, stealing glances when he thought you wouldn't notice. But you did. And you weren't any better. You met his glances, challenged them, and let your lips curl in a way that made his jaw tighten.

He hated it. Hated how close you were. He hated how much he wanted to touch you. But here you were, in public, sitting between your brother and his friend. Off-limits. Or at least, he kept telling himself that.

You hadn't changed into something more comfortable like the others. The silk dress still clung to you, a last-minute decision in a rush out the door to commit to this plan that no one knew about. However, you were able to change into some slippers.

And Cody? There is no suit tonight. Just a dark gray shirt and sweatpants. Sweatpants. The bane of your existence. You loathed how good he looked in them, how infuriatingly tempting he was without even trying.

"Mm," Seth's voice as his eyes scanned through the menu brought to him your attention, along with the other two. I don't know what to get."

"I do," Jey exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together. "Man, I'm starving!"

You couldn't help but look at Seth as he looked over at Jey, then at Cody, who wore an amused smile on his face, as if he was used to Jey's excitement whenever it came to Waffle House.

Your eyes went back to Seth as you suddenly wore a smile on your face. "Have you ever been to Waffle House with Jey?"

Seth looks at you with surprise since you haven't said a word since leaving with them. But he answers your question by shaking his head.

Within seconds, the waiter comes. Unbelievably, you and Cody glance at each other. His eyebrows raised in amusement as he was about to enjoy the show, mainly on seeing Seth's reaction to what was about to unfold. And despite what you were feeling right now towards Cody, the smile on your lips showed the same amusement.

"Hello. My name is y/w/n. I am your waiter for today. Can I start off with any drinks?"

Seth was about to speak as his eyes glanced down at the menu. However, Jey spoke first, beating Seth to it.

"Can I order my food as well? I already know what to eat," Jey said, glancing up at the waiter as if he were some little kid who was planning on ordering everything off the menu. The waiter immediately looked over at Jey.

"Okay," Jey starts, immediately cracking a smile to spread between you and Cody. "Can I have triple hashbrowns scattered and covered?"

The waiter immediately writes down Jey's order. Jey wasn't done, however. "Six scrambled eggs with cheese, two waffles with chocolate chip cookies, and then two lemonade drinks."

Your eyes glanced over at Seth, who looked at Jey as if he were crazy. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Six scrambled eggs!?" Seth looks at him. Jey looked over at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Aye, I'll be ordering more later."

Seth shook his head but continued to look at the menu, ordering his food and drink as he followed Jey instead of ordering a lot less.

You and Cody followed the two of them with the order before the waiter left.

Suddenly, it happened one by one. You didn't think you would have to encounter Cody alone, even though you were here as a plan to get to him, as well as Seth and Jey. But Jey quickly gets out of his seat. He looks at you and the two other men at the booth. "I need to use the bathroom real quick,"

He doesn't give time for you to speak before rushing towards the bathroom. Then, as quickly as he left, a phone rang. Seth pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks down at it. "My wife is calling. I'm going to step outside real quick."

Seth pulls himself out of the booth before stepping outside. You can feel the tensions forming between you and Cody as the two of you sit by yourself at the booth. The events from the pre-kickoff party ran through your mind as Cody shot you a glance. You gently laid back in your seat, glancing at him back. Doing this was a part of your distraction. You knew that Cody would immediately catch on to it if you were to use your usual habit of distractions.

Be innocent. Let him come to you.

You gave a small smile before looking down, purposely yet innocently biting your lips as if it was meant to be unintentional.

And my god, it was working! You felt Cody's glance linger longer on you. You weren't looking at you, but you saw his eyes locked down on your lips, staring. He could feel your legs ever so slightly, accidentally brushing past his legs.

But for someone who instantly caught on to your distraction the first run and took a whole lot for him to fold and have you for that one night, Cody wasn't stupid this time.

"What the hell are you playing?" He blurs out. Your eyes snap in Cody's direction as he watches you. You shook your head. "What are you talking about?"

"Cut the bullshit, y/n," He spoke. "It doesn't take one night, one argument with Roman, for you to suddenly wake up and realize that he uses you to keep his championship."

Fuck. You hated how smart he was. You couldn't help but wonder if Seth had caught on, considering that it was impossible even to distract the guy when all he did was throw the mind games right back at you.

But you didn't back down; you were trying to give Cody at least some sort of mindset that maybe he was wrong this time. You shook your head, giving him confusion through your expression. "I got into an argument with my other two brothers and my cousin earlier. I told Jimmy and Solo to tell Roman to go to hell, and you think this is some game I'm playing."

You looked at Cody, waiting for a reaction, hoping for sympathy or an apology for even thinking that you were doing something up to no good.

And some of Cody thought that maybe he was accusing you of something that was nothing, that perhaps you weren't playing games with him. But then he shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to buy it whatsoever.

"This me you're talking to y/n," He said. "You care about Roman too much to tell him to go to hell out of nowhere. And from what I am guessing, this isn't just about me; this is about Seth as well, considering he was out there earlier defending me against your cousins. And considering that your brothers are at each other, this has something to do with Jey, right? Get our trust, play games without none of us knowing."

Fuck! Cody was more intelligent than you thought. And you knew that this little stunt you were trying to pull at the moment officially failed as you rolled your eyes, sighing.

"Okay, you got me," you said, then purposely yet again, only this time not so innocently, biting your lips as you stared at him, trying to hold back a smile. "I can't even lie; that was very hot of you."

Cody leans back in his seat as he stares at you, ignoring how incredibly sexy you look right now, biting your lips. "So what is this all about, huh? Get all of our trust, know whatever Roman and Dwanye need to know, and go back to inform them. I get me; I have problems with the bloodline, Roman, and even Dwanye. I even get Seth, considering he and Roman were best friends. But Jey? Your brother?"

You remained silent. Not because it was getting you. You knew that what you were planning on doing, betraying Jey's trust, would break him. He cares about you so much, and the fact that you were here tonight brought him joy. But you remained silent because you let Cody rant. After all, you knew that no matter how fucked this was, Cody wasn't going to say a soul. He's too much of a good guy to see Jey hurt.

So, you decide to throw right at him. "Tell him then,"

"What?" Cody looked at you, confused.

"Tell him that his sweet little sister, whom he loves so deeply that he would do anything for, is going behind his back and is distracting him for Roman," You crossed your arms. "Or don't, I don't care. I've done worse, and he knows that."

A laugh comes straight out of Cody's mouth. Not the kind of laugh where he heard something that he found funny. The type of laugh where he knew how evil you can get caused him to be in disbelief. He knew how far you were willing to go to help Roman keep that championship title. My god, you allowed him to fuck you so badly that it mentally left a scar on the both of you. He knew the kind of reaction Jey would have if he found out, crashing out at his brothers and cousin and hurting his sister for even doing that. The only thing he can do is make sure that it doesn't happen without telling Jey.

"You're sick, you know that!?"

You smile, looking at him. Sliding your foot off your slipper, it creeps up Cody's leg as he stares right back at you. "You know I can't stop thinking about the party," you said. Notice the shiftiness in Cody's expression as you mentioned the event that had taken place last night.

"God, the way you kiss me, Cody, the way you reacted to me pressing ass to you, the way your fingers-"

You suddenly gasp as a large pair of hands wrap around your ankle, tugging it forward, not to where you shifted in your seat but definitely in a way that catches you off guard.

His jaw was clenched as he looked at you. "Stop that," His voice was low. You smirk, tilting your head. "Why don't you like it when I talk about you like that? Touch you like that? Does it bother you?"

That is precisely what bothered Cody. Not because he didn't like it, but because it was bothering him so bad that your foot inched a little closer, you would have felt how hard his dick was for you. He couldn't help but think about the part where he locked you two in the bathroom, how you moaned so delicately as his fingers were burned in you. And by the way, you were talking and how you had this attitude toward you, he wanted to do just that, just to shut you up.

But before he could say something, not that he knew what to say, his eyes spotted Jey walking out of the bathroom. Cody, immediately put your foot down.

"The food is not out yet?" Jey asked as he took his seat right back next to you, clueless about what had happened.

Seth walked in a second later and sat back down next to Cody. You and Cody looked directly at each other, both knowing that this was far from over.

This was now the moment you regret coming to the guys tonight to Waffle House. Because WWE decided to book their wrestlers into two different hotels, both Jey and Seth were off to a hotel, which meant you were stuck with Cody. However, you were too regretful. It meant more games to play with Cody.

Watching your brother drive off with Seth. Your eyes glanced over at Cody, who was more regretful than you were. Being alone, with you meant one thing and one thing only. Trouble.

Everything was trouble. After what happened earlier at the restaurant, it was going to continue at this very moment as you sat in his car, sitting in his passenger seat. He got in the driver's seat and wasted no time, speeding out of the parking lot and driving to the hotel like his life depended on it.

"So?" You shrugged your shoulders as you glanced in Cody's direction. Hesitant, Cody looks over at you, then back at the road. "So what?"

"What's your plan?" You asked him. You can see the sigh coming out of his mouth as you couldn't help but smirk.

It was like old times between you two. The way you talked, flirted with Cody, pissed him in ways that you didn't know it was impossible. You might as well do it this way since he already figured out your whole plan.

"I mean, it's best you just go ahead and expose me. It will all backfire on me. I would have to start from all over again, but what's the fun of that, huh?"

"I'm not speaking to you about this," Cody spoke. He was already tired of you, and the fact that after years of avoiding you, the moment he made up his mind and decided he wanted to fight your cousin, it was all back to square one for him with the mind games made him want to go insane.

"Why not, Cody?" you asked him. You caught me, you figured out my plan, and I want to know what you're going to do about it."

"I'm going to stop this car and kick you out if you don't stop?" Cody spoke. Stubbornly, you rolled your eyes, looking away. This catches Cody's attention as he looks over at you.

"You're being a brat right now, you know that?" Cody said. Now it was your turn to be tired of you. You two were fighting like kids right now. You knew that it was like old times, but this? You barely did anything, and now it is causing you to get mad.

"I'm acting like a brat!?" You asked in disbelief. You then shook your head. "Fine, I won't speak about it anymore since I'm a brat."

It was like the roles switched as Cody smirked. "You always enjoyed being one, but now, all of a sudden, I called you out by one, and you get all petty."

"You're an asshole," You tell him.

"And you're a brat." He repeats.

You licked your jaw as he called you a brat once again. As you looked at him. He smirks, knowing that another reaction is coming out of you. But oh, does he think everything is wrong?

For some odd reason, this confirms how fucked the two of you were, as this petty argument was turning you on so much. You can now check off degrading kinks on your list as you unbuckle your seat belt.

Cody glances over at you for a second, confusion on his face. You move inched closer to his face, looking at him as if his eyes were on the road, yet his breathing became unsteady.

"Call me a brat again," You slightly demanded. Your fingers slowly slide up to Cody's head, slightly tugging on his hair, pulling back a bit. A low grunt escapes his mouth, causing you to bite your lips.

Cody knew what game you were currently playing right now. And he knew that, just like last night, he was going to regret this. But by the way, his hard-on was forming, dick twitching in his pants as you asked him to call you a brat again; he couldn't help it.

"You're a fucking brat!" He repeats more harshly. You hum as you suddenly lower your head. Your lips trace over his neck, tasting him. You wanted to show him how much of a brat you were by leaving a hickey on his neck, knowing that he would have to hide it during his following shows.

So you did. First, it was slow kisses, taunting and teasing him. The small groans that failed to stay inside escape his lips. He could feel you then suck on his neck, biting it a bit, as he tried to pull back from it, forming into a hickey, but failed as it felt so good, the car jerked a bit as he tried to contain himself.

"Did you... did you just-"

"Give you a hickey?" You smile at him as you go back on his neck, kissing more harshly than before. You gently tug on his earlobe, causing another low groan to come from him.

"Are you going to do something about that?" You taunt as your other hand now begins to touch him, being placed right on top of the thighs of his sweatpants. "Are you gonna teach this brat a lesson?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," Cody struggled to keep his eyes on the road. And it was extremely difficult, considering that your hand slowly rubs his thighs before moving upwards.

You look down at your hand, watching it as it touches the covered erection of Cody's. Both mouths dropped in pleasure. You forgot how big Cody was. And you were going to remember even more as the thought of tasting came across your mind.

Cody didn't stop you. He couldn't stop you even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to stop you. Your eyes never left his as your hand reached just inside his sweatpants. His reaction almost made you moan as you pulled his hardened dick.

"Fuck, you're so big."

And that did it. They did it for Cody. He could see the hotel from a distance. But fuck the hotel right now; he was not going to make it. You felt a harsh serve as Cody pulled up onto the side of the road. With an instant reaction, Cody pulls his seat all the way back. Your mind was foggy, and you didn't realize that you were climbing over to the driver's side and getting on your knees in front of him.

He watches the innocent in your face. The genuine kind, not that fake one you pulled earlier. His dick twitches once again as you look at him, your hand grabbing his cock as you stroke it so gently.

The thumb of his brushes your lips lightly as she parts them.

"You want me to do something?" Cody asked, looking down at her. "You want me to take that brat out of you and teach a lesson."

Your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned, nodding. Cody let out a groan as he leaned back on his seat, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down further.

He lets out a small moan as he watches her stare at his dick, stroking it still as it adds pleasure to him. Like you knew precisely what you were doing, even though you had never sucked his dick before, you slightly sat up over the tip as you allowed saliva to roll down to his shaft before she stroked again.

Fuck, this was meant to be a lesson taught. Cody was enjoying himself too much to punish you. You didn't even have his dick in your mouth, and you were already taking him so well.

But when you did, when you suddenly wrapped your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his sensitive nerves, his hips shifted, eyes closing as he leaned his back, letting a low yet loud groan.

"Fuck y/n,"

Moaning, you pulled back slightly before leaning forward again, taking him in your mouth once again. Cody watches her, as if he looks away, even for a second, it will disappear.

An uncontrollable moan leaves Cody as you lean forward again, this time further. His hand went to your hair, grabbing and holding it as his hand was used as a hair-tied

"That's it, take my dick even further, you brat," The degrading kink kicks in you both as you can't help but moan. You looked up at him and maintained eye contact as you did, just as you were told. "My god, just like that."

You bop your head as your hand stroke along with your mouth, sucking on his dick. Cody tried his hardest to control himself. However, you were doing so well, taking him so well. He didn't know how much he could handle.

He tugged your hair back, causing you to release your mouth from him. You whined a bit, sticking your tongue out as you looked at him with lust, with the need to have him back in your mouth, catching him off guard.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," He moans as you grab his dick, bringing it to your mouth as you moan, swirling your tongue around it.

This would have to be the filthiest thing that Cody has ever seen from you as he gets a bit more aggressive, pulling her back down as his hips jerk upward. He lets out a sultry moan as you begin to gag a bit, yet moan, not wanting him to stop.

"I know you like that, baby," Cody groans, looking back down at you. "You take it so easily."

You let out another moan as he was now under no control whatsoever just by that. His eyes rolled back as both his hand was on your head, fucking your mouth. He allows you to pull back a bit, letting you breathe, only to hear another whine from your lips.

"Keep fucking my mouth," You moaned out in desperation. Cody didn't think twice. He pulled right back down on his dick. His hips fucking your mouth, holding it a bit before letting out another moan.

"Fuck, y/n, you're going to make me cum." Cody groans out. And you could see the differences as his moans and groans were short with pauses. You bop his head further, faster, desperate to feel him in his mouth. This was wrong; it was so dirty from both acts. But that was the last thing you cared about right now.

And the way Cody's words stumbled as his eyes shut closed as a hot orgasm shot in your mouth as you pumped him so quickly, harsh as he silently cussed to himself.

If he didn't regret what he did to you last night at the party, he certainly regrets this moment. Not because he didn't want this moment to happen. Some of him dreamt about this moment happening no matter how much he didn't admit that.

But the way you looked at him, so innocent after what you had just done, he knew that no amount of distraction you would pull would make him crack.

Because he was already broken.

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acknowledge-reigns · 5 months ago

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Swipe Right | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: The Usos convince a very drunk Roman Reigns to create a Tinder profile.

Chapter: 1/6

Face Claim: Ciara

Warnings: Alcohol use, strong language, mention of loss of a loved one, flirting.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. As always my stories are about Roman, not Joe. While there is not smut in Chapter 1, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. You have been warned.

Word count: 963

Roman Reigns and the Usos were in a celebratory mood. Roman had just retained at Wrestlemania 40, the bloodline had reunited post implosion and they were feeling on top of the world. The three of them had been drinking heavily all night, and the room was filled with laughter and loud conversation. Solo, Sami and the Wiseman had retired for the night, Leaving only Roman and The Usos to get up to no good in Roman's hotel room.

"And still, Uce!" Jimmy exclaimed, raising his mini bottle of jack in the air along with his pointer finger. "We're unstoppable!"

Jey nodded in agreement, a goofy ass grin on his face. "We're the best damn wrestlers in the business," he said, slurring his words slightly.

Roman chuckled, taking a swig of his glass of Bourbon. "You're damn right we are," he said, his voice a little slurred as well. "Greatness on a different level".

The three of them continued to drink and talk, their conversation becoming more and more ridiculous as the night wore on.

"You know what we should do?" Jimmy said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We should set up a Tinder profile for Roman!"

Roman laughed, a bit surprised by the suggestion. "What? Why would I need a Tinder profile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jey grinned and patted Roman on the back. "C'mon, Uce. You're the champ, you gotta have some fun! Plus, you're a single guy now." he insisted. Roman's divorce had recently been finalized, there was truth to him needing some... fun.

Roman thought about it for a moment, and then shrugged far too intoxicated to care. "I guess you're right," he said, a smirk on his face. "Why not? Let's do it."

Jimmy and Jey cheered loudly, semi obnoxiously as they got Roman's phone and got to work setting up his profile.

As the Usos worked on setting up Roman's Tinder profile, they couldn't help but chuckle and snicker at the ridiculous things they were putting on it.

"What about this picture?" Jimmy asked, holding up a photo of Roman posing with both of his titles. "It's gotta be the best one!"

Jey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and we should put his bio as 'The head of the table is looking for a queen'," he suggested, snickering.

Roman rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "You guys are ridiculous," he said, shaking his head.

Jimmy and Jey just grinned, knowing that Roman was secretly enjoying this. They continued to fill out his profile, adding a few more pictures and even changing his username to "headofthetable_yeet".

Once they were done, they showed Roman the completed profile. "Ta-da!" Jimmy exclaimed, holding up his phone. "You're all set, Uce!"

Roman took the phone and scrolled through the profile, chuckling at some of the ridiculous things they had put on it. "I can't believe I let you guys do this," he said, shaking his head again.

"Man, you're gonna thank us later, uce," Jey said, patting Roman on the back again. "You're gonna get all the ladies with this profile."

Jimmy nodded in agreement. "And if you don't, it'll be hilarious," he added, laughing.

"Don't you two need to get back to Naomi and Rhea?" Roman rolled his eyes once more, but couldn't help but feel a little bit excited. "Alright, alright," he said, setting the phone down. "Let's see what happens."

The three of them continued to drink and chat, their conversation turning to other topics as they waited to see if Roman would get any matches on Tinder.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere, Iris sat at her computer, looking skeptical as her daughter and sisters fussed over her Tinder profile. "I can't believe I'm letting you guys do this," she said, shaking her head.

Imani grinned mischievously. "Come on, Mom, you need to get out there and have some fun!" with all of the attitude and excitement of any 14 year old convinced she was going to help her mother find Prince Charming.

Iris was a 36 year old lawyer and single mom of two, ever since her daughters dad passed away after being killed in a robbery gone wrong 8 years ago. Her youngest daughter, 9 year old Amira, doesn't even have any memory of her father. Iris has been raising the girls with help only from her little sisters Jacqueline aka Jax who is a 27 year old dancer and Kiley aka Lele who is a 22 year old nursing student. Between her career, kids and crazy ass sisters who insisted on getting together every Friday night to watch wrestling of all things, Iris had no time for relationships.

Kiley nodded in agreement. "You're too young and beautiful to be single," she said, scrolling through the pictures on Iris' phone. "We need to find you a man."

Iris couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she swiped through the profiles on Tinder. She hadn't been on a date in years, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to put herself out there like this.

But as she continued to swipe, something caught her eye. A profile with the username "headofthetable_yeet". The picture was of a muscular man with long hair and a big smile, tattoos and wait a minute... That's Roman Reigns.

"Who the hell uses a wrestler as their icon on a dating profile? Gotta be a scam." Iris said to herself and yet for some reason, she found herself swiping right.

Iris couldn't help but be intrigued by the profile, despite her initial skepticism. She knew that it was unlikely to be the real Roman Reigns, but there was something about him that drew her in.

She continued to scroll through his profile, taking in the bio and the cheesy username. "This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Her phone dinged, 'It's a match!'

And then the messages started...

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Iris - Ciara

Jax - Ariana Debose

Kiley - Halle Bailey

Imani - Navia Robinson

Amira - Madison Pettis

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starlightsreigns · 6 months ago

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serial lover | j. uso

chap. one: new flame

summary: jordyn will tell you she's a levelheaded person, but that's a lie. she caught at crossroads, and she doesn’t want to choose.

warnings: 18+, smut. mdni

word count: 3.4K

author's note: welcome to serial lover: the series! haven't stopped thinking about this storyline for MONTHS. truly was the best couple of weeks in my entire life. so, this was birthed from missing seeing these two interact on tv. sorry for the lowercase, it's my bad habit. also can't decide if I should post part two to this... let me know.

baby try a new thing, let’s spark a new flame

Jordyn wasn’t an insatiable person and neither was she jealous. let’s just make that clear. she was cool, levelheaded, and had the biggest crush on the strongest woman she knows: rhea ripley. it was a given. the crush that she had on rhea had made her a jealous, petty, and slightly unhinged person. she couldn’t help it. Jordyn knew that the relationship with dominik wasn’t a real one, but one played for the cameras. but, it didn’t make it easier seeing the pair always hanging out with each other - yes, they’re friends, again she wasn’t as level-headed as she used to be. it wasn’t just dominik, everyone hung onto every word that came out of The Eradicator's mouth, not that she didn’t completely understand.

celebration for night one of WrestleMania was in full swing at a private club downtown. the place was filled to the brim with superstars, both the WWE kind and the Hollywood kind. replays of the matches filled TV screens and she found herself entranced by the one playing the ending of Rhea’s match against Becky. She watched as Rhea hoisted Becky’s legs up for the pin that solidified her continued reign as champion. she groaned internally as she turned, forcing herself to think pure, innocent thoughts.

why was she here? she had her own match that she needed to be focused on. yet, when her eyes fell on rhea near the bar, it all clicked. of course, she’d be wherever the australian woman was, even if that meant a lack of sleep leading into wrestlemania sunday.

“jordyn, come take shots with us!” naomi waved her over.

rhea’s eyes fell on Jordyn, flickering on as she watched her walks towards naomi, jade, and bianca. she straightened out her shoulders, taking peeks at Jordyn while pretending to be listening to the conversation that was happening between the rest of her faction. Damian noticed it first and bumped shoulders with Finn who only snorted.

“i should go buy Jordyn a drink,” finn started, watching rhea closely for her reaction. “see if she’s interested in getting to know this irishman a lil better.”

“fuck off, balor.” rhea shot him a looking before glancing at Jordyn again. “i’m gonna go talk to her.” she muttered to no one in particular.

dominik applauded, “good luck!”

as the foursome downed a shot, bianca was standing in front of Jordyn smiled, and pulled her closer. without saying a word she wiped some of Jordyn’s smudged lipstick of and fixed her hair discreetly as she watched in confusion.

“rhea is walking towards us, acting normal you fool.” she smiled through the words.

Jordyn almost went rigged before relaxing her shoulders. she set the shot glass down and pretended to be engrossed in the fake conversation that jade had thankfully started. rhea though had feigned in confidence for a moment, pausing at the bar behind them. she took a deep breath before finally making it to them.

“do you mind if i steal Jordyn from you?” she asked no one in particular.

few places were crowded with people, but rhea had scooped out a spot in the farthest corner for them to sit. Jordyn sat near the wall, crossing her long leg as rhea situated herself. their thighs were slightly pressed together, but neither one of them dared to move.

“how are you?” rhea asked.

Jordyn smiled, “you’re asking me how i am after you just opened wrestlemania? are you kidding?” she playfully punched rhea’s arm. “i’m whatever, how are you ms.champ?”

rhea’s cheek reddened. she shrugged her shoulder in contemplation, “it’s unbelievable.”

“i think you were fucking awesome, i would’ve bet money on you if it wouldn’t cost me my job.”

the women laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. some nerves sat in both of their stomachs. Jordyn looked over to where her friends were standing. jade, who was the newest to the group and newest to finding out about Jordyn’s crush, widened her eyes in a do something kind of way.

“how’s the celebration, you know, with your crew?” Jordyn motioned to where the rest of the judgement day sat trying to pretend like they were watching them. “priest hasn’t looked away, am i keeping you from something?”

“nothing at all,” rhea respond without looking away from Jordyn. “they’re just.. you know.”

Jordyn nodded slowly, “are you okay? you seem quieter than usual.”

it took everything rhea to find a response. she finally glanced around the room. she took in the fact that the other three women were also watching them before glancing at her stablemates. she turned her attention back to Jordyn who was studying her.

“your girls are staring too,” she responded finally.

a laugh passed Jordyn’s glossed lips, “yeah, they’re my cheerleaders.”

“cheerleaders?” rhea questioned, slightly moving in closer to Jordyn, closing more space that they didn’t even have. “in what way?”

Jordyn uncrossed her leg to turn slightly towards rhea. she searched her eyes trying to figure out if this was her opportunity to just tell the woman what she was feeling. fuck it, she was going to throw caution to the wind and get it all out in the open. they were being watched by their friends and when she caught a glimpse of dominik walking up the girls, it confirmed that maybe rhea felt the same way.

“you know, when they see me talking to someone i find very attractive, they always want to see me win.” Jordyn spoke softly, her eyes flickering to rhea’s lips before meeting her eyes. “they know i like you, so they’re on the sideline waiting to see if i have enough balls to finally tell you.”

rhea didn’t say anything for a moment, but her eyes seemed to twinkle in the darkness of the bar. she leaned in closer to Jordyn and glanced at her lips.

“so, if i kissed you right now, do you think our friends would get the message that we both had the balls to tell each other how we feel?” rhea’s voice was lower, darker. “will you let me kiss you?”

“rhea,” Jordyn breathed out. “you’d be the one playing with fire.” she murmured as she allowed her hand to touch the warm skin on rhea’s torso.

finally, and after an agonizing minute, rhea leaned into kiss Jordyn. it was slow and deliberate. Jordyn sighed into the kiss and cupped her face, deepening it before they pulled away. their chest heaved as they caught their breath.

“can i call you later?”

“i’ll be waiting,” Jordyn answer, standing first to leave.

she could hear the clapping coming for the judgement day boys as she walked past. her face felt hot but she stopped and gave them a bow before returning to her friends who were quick to envelop her in a group hug, playfully smacking her ass. naomi handed her a shot that they had ordered.

“to this bitch finally having the balls!”

they clinked their glasses and bottomed up. she stole a glance at Rhea who had made it back to her friends. they met eyes, both smiling.

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the night felt long, but in the best way. after several more shots, some that she took with other superstars, Jordyn knew she was drunk. her six inch heels no longer felt like needles in the soles of her feet, she felt like she could party until the sun rose. yet, as everyone started to head out, she hitched a ride back to the hotel with the twins and naomi. Jordyn rested her head in Jey’s lap, trying to keep her eyes open. Jey was kind enough to rub her arm through his own drunken state.

“you still breathin’ ma?” jey leaned down to whisper in her ear.

The couple in the front seat were in their own conversation leaving Jordyn and jey in their own world. she shifted around onto her back to look up at him as she nodded. he let out a little cackle at the goofy smile on her face.

“what’s so funny, uce?” Jordyn gripped his arm that came around her stomach to support her. “you look drunk as shit.” she teased.

Jey brought his face down closer to hers, “not as drunk as you jo, you look like them white girls outside the club.”

“take that shit back,” she protested softly, swatting his arm. “you’re just jealous cause i can get down.”

“nah, i’m jealous cause i ain’t taking you home with me.” he whispered with his tone turning serious. “gotta celebrate the winning twin, right?”

Jordyn was lost for words. she stared into his eyes while she nodded, “right.” the word caught her in her throat but coming out in the tiniest of whispers. “and you want me to be the prize you won tonight?”

“we all want different prizes, Uce still gets to be with his woman tonight.” he joked, leaning back into the seat to stare at the roof of the car.

his comment laid thick between them. and in that moment, she completely forgot about the woman she had made out with earlier in the night. coincidentally, jey wasn’t there when it happened and she battled internally with the situation. she wasn’t in a relationship and rhea never said she wanted a relationship. it was an internal battle, and her drunken mind wanted the one thing she could have right then and there.

Jordyn slowly moved her hand up to rest against the hem of his shirt. jey’s focus slowly fell onto her hand before her. a smirk played on his lips as she lifted the shirt to allow her cold hands to run over his warm skin.

“i wanna celebrate jey uso.” she whispered softly, sitting up slowly so the two in the front seat wouldn’t catch on. “how do you celebrate?”

her hands lowered from his stomach to the waistband of his joggers. she watched as Jey took a deep breath, glancing to see if his brother had noticed. he turned his face towards Jordyn, their nose barely touching. the tension was thick as her hand slowly made its way down to his growing erection. jey had seemingly held his breath when her cold hands wrapped around him, and moved at an agonizingly slow pace.

“i got something for you,” jey muttered into her ear, inhaling when her finger slightly grazed his sensitive tip. “jo,” and it came out almost as if he was begging.

“don’t worry about me,” Jordyn shifted closer to him, her lip close to his ear. “im gonna celebrate you, uce, maybe i'll even beg.”

when the car turned into the parking lot, Jordyn withdrew her hand and rested her head on his shoulder, pretending to be fast asleep. she could hear naomi complain about how tired she was then jimmy making a joke about her not getting any sleep.

“don’t worry, i’ll get her to her room, y’all go do y’all stuff.” jey ushered them off before look down at Jordyn. “c’mon, they’re gone.”

Jordyn couldn’t contain the soft, drunk laughter that tumbled from her lips and she stumbled out of the car behind jey. he held onto her hand as they walked into the hotel. the tension from earlier returning with a vengeance. their hands gripped one another’s as they made it to the elevator, every now and then they’d sneak a glance at each and Jordyn couldn’t help but bite her lip. his simple merch shirt, gold necklace, and black joggers shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

when the elevator door opened, the pair rushed in. jey barely had the chance to press the floor number before Jordyn pulled him into her. her back pressed into the wall as he gripped her waist. their lips met in a hungry kiss that felt desperate. they barely pulled apart when the door opened. from there, Jordyn allowed jey to lead her to his hotel room.

they separated when they walked into the room. Jordyn threw herself back onto the mattress, sighing in content while jey raided the bar. as the true star he was, he was in one of the fancier suites and she took a moment, even through the drunken state, to appreciate it.

“here mama,” jey stood in front of her laid out body, situating himself between her slightly parted legs.

Jordyn sat up slowly, staring up at him through her eyelashes. she wrapped her arms around his stomach, opening her mouth and titling her head up for him to pour the dark liquor from the bottle. jey grinned as he started a light pour down her throat. He stopped when her mouth was nearly full, allowing her to swallow. it tasted like nothing but water and instantly made her go limp with a laugh. she knew she was too drunk to be drinking, and it was only going to push her closer to a blackout.

“what’s so funny?” jey asked as he tilted the bottle back to drink. when he sat the bottle down and turned his attention back to her, she was flipped onto her stomach with her legs crossed in the air. “fuck,”

“what?” Jordyn glanced back at him with a knowing smirk. “come lay down.”

her descent to the ground was a little wobbly, but Jordyn watched as jey laid in the spot she once occupied. his eyes were fixated on her, never straying even when she did a meaningless spin. after a moment, she stood between his legs, running her hand up and down his thighs.

“say you want me,” she murmured while climbing up to straddle his lap. Jordyn raked her fingers through his hair making his eyes slowly close. “say it, jey.”

“i want you, jo.”

Jordyn finally connected her lips to his. the kiss was hungrier than before, grinding her ass on him. She was hornier past the point of comphrension as she whined into the kiss. Jey’s eyes opened at the sound, biting down on her bottom lip causing her to whine louder.

“Jey, i want you,” She whined as their lips pulled apart.

That was the only thing he needed to hear. He flipped her onto the mattress, slipping his shirt over his head then helped take off her dress, tossing it over the edge of the bed. Jordyn stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. When Jey got off the bed to drop his joggers to the ground, her legs slightly pressed together in anticipation. Restless, Jordyn leaned up to pull him back on top of her, wanting to feel the warmth of skin again.

“You real impatient, ma, do somethin’ for me,” He murmured with his lips on her neck. “Sit on my face, baby.”

The air got caught in Jordyn’s throat at the request. She bit her lip as he massaged her ass, continuing his attack on her neck. She moaned softly, only yelping when he had slapped down on her ass cheek. Jey tapped her thigh as he lay on the bed, motioning her to take a seat. Jordyn wasn’t usually worried or self-conscious, but even through her drunkenness, she felt her heart beating out of her chest. She crawled up his body cautiously, feeling his chest under her hands.

When she straddled his face, Jordyn licked her lips unable to move, “this is what you want?”

Jey hooked his arms under her leg with a nod, pulling her down so she would meet his tongue. Jordyn threw her head back as he instantly started to tease and suck on her clit, wasting no time. Her juices collected on her tongue as he licked up her slit. The moans fell from her like a river as she gripped his long black hair that had fallen from the ponytail long ago. Jordyn couldn’t help it as she grinded her hips against his face, chasing the high that was so close.

“Fuck you, jey.” Jordyn moaned, grazing the tip of her finger on his cheek.

The feeling of his tongue on her folds started to make her legs tremble, unable to hold herself up Jordyn gripped the headboard to keep steady, making his grip on her legs tighter to his face as she squirmed. Her moans intensified, not caring who the neighbors were and if they could hear them. Jey alternated between sucking on sensitive bud and fucking her hole with his tongue.

“Holy shit, Jey, please,” Jordyn plead.

Her orgasm rushed over, allowing the most delicious moan that Jey’s ever heard fall from her lips. Jordyn fell limp with her breast pressed against face as she moved her heat from his face in attempt to take a breath. Jey chuckled while she was too tired to protest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and took a nipple into her mouth.

“How you feelin’ mama?” He asked.

Jordyn, after finally catching her breath, “fuck me,” she rolled onto her stomach on the bed, turning to look at him. “Please?”

Jey groaned at the sight of her, watching as Jordyn arched her back. He ran his palms over her ass, smacking roughly as she gripped the sheets.

“Don’t worry baby, ima take care of you.” her murmured as he gripped the back of her neck and pushed her cheek into the bed.

“You takin’ too long.” Jordyn huffed then gasped when she felt his finger in her slick entrance, teasing her mercilessly. “Jey…”

Watching Jordyn squirm around made him chuckle, but finally gave into the one thing that she wanted. His tip teased her entrance, slowly pushing into her as she moaned into the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. Jordyn forced her eyes open to watch as Jey focused on his deep strokes that felt like they were hitting her in the stomach.

The sound of the bed shaking mixed with the moans from Jordyn and Jey’s grunts. Her mouth felt dry and she didn’t know how much she could take before she exploded. And when she tried to crawl away for a breather, Jey tightened his grip and slammed into her.

“Don’t go runnin’ from me now, baby, you was beggin’ for this.” Jey kissed her hip. “Say my name, Jordyn.”

Jordyn choked out his name, feeling the lack of air in her lungs. Jey reached around to wrap a hand around her throat and bring her up against him. He kissed on her neck as Jordyn tried to breath through all the strokes. She could feel the climax in the pit of her stomach and didn’t know how to vocalize it.

“Please, please, please.” Jordyn begged, resting her hand over his around her neck.

“You wanna cum?” He questioned in her ear. Jordyn nodded fervently with her mouth dropped open as soft cries fell from them. “Cum for me, all over this dick.”

It was too much to hold any longer. Jordyn came so hard she was pretty sure she died and went to Heaven and Jey could see it painted by the dumb look on her face. Yet, that didn’t stop the pounding and the sweet nothings that he whispered in her ear and she begged hom to continue. Gosh, she felt like the biggest and luckiest slut in the world. One tear and another fell down her cheek - truly the best fuck she’s had in a while.

As Jey’s pumps turned sloppy, Jordyn found her voice again, “come in me, please.” She wasn’t sure where those words came from, but she meant it as she squeezed around him.

“Fuck, Jordyn.” Jey bit her shoulder as he twitched inside her and moaned as he filled her deep. “So sexy.” He muttered as she sunk back into the bed.

Their labored breaths is all they had as they laid beside each other. Jordyn turned her head to look at Jey and when they made eye contact they couldn’t help the laughs they shared. Jey pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her stomach then resting his chin in the crook of her neck.

“Did we just do that?” Jordyn murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

Jey hummed, “I been waitin’ years to do that.”

“Was it everything you imagined?” she turned slightly to meet his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,”

They didn’t say anything else until they fell asleep, completely and utterly shocked on how one night changed their entire relationship.

:) welp, this my homecoming gift after being gone for so long

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jaethaone · 7 months ago

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Coming For Whats Mine

Part 2

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black female reader, mentions of Carmelo Hayes x black female reader

Rating: 18+

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: None really. Slight angst? maybe? Hint of toxic at the end. That’s all really.

Summary: Set at SummerSlam, Four Months after Wrestle Mania, Yn is set to defend her WWE Women’s Championship Title after her win at Wrestle Mania. It’s also been four months since she’s last seen, or heard from Roman despite their “relationship” at the time. How will things go for the Champion when the rumors of his return prove true.

A/n: So this is the first fic I’ve written in like 4 years, SummerSlam kind of gave me a sliver of inspiration so bear with me. I’m always up for feedback so reblog, comment, let me know what you guys think. I also left it open for a possible part two.. maybe. This Is Also Considered An AU since the events in the story don’t exactly follow real life.

GIF: @jeysuso

The bustling energy at SummerSlam 2024 pulsated through the air backstage as sound technicians, lighting crews, and wrestlers flitted about like frenetic fireflies. Excitement brimmed over in every corner; tonight was pivotal, not just for the promotion but for wrestlers both in and out of the ring.

Yn took a moment for herself, the chill of the backstage environment a welcome contrast to the crowded chaos outside. She stood before a mirror, The glint of the title belt rested on her shoulder like a crown she’d fought hard to earn, the gold reflecting her determination. The echo of cheers from the audience seeped through the walls, only intensifying her focus. Yet, despite the momentous occasion, a lingering heaviness sat in the pit of her stomach.

It had been four months since she had claimed the WWE Women’s Championship, and it felt like only yesterday when she had tasted victory after a grueling match against IYO SKY the same night Roman Reigns had lost his title to Cody Rhodes.

“Yn, you ready champ?”

Bianca’s voice broke through her thoughts bright and buoyant. She appeared at Yn’s side, her own hair styled to perfection, radiating confidence as she and Jade entered her dressing room after knocking.

Bianca, her fiery spirit contrasting with Yn’s calm demeanor, wore a dazzling outfit that shimmered under the harsh lights. Jade followed, her presence like a grounding force, her eyes full of both mischief and wisdom.

“I’ll be fine,” Yn replied, forcing a smile as she turned to face her friend. “Just another match, right?”

“Just another? It feels monumental to me,” Jade said thoughtfully, nudging her friend playfully. “Especially with the rumors swirling about Roman returning tonight. You two used to be… close?”

“Yeah.. close,” Yn replied, her tone fluctuating between nonchalance and suppressed emotion. “That feels like forever ago.”

“Or a different era,” Bianca added, eyebrow raised.

Despite Yns indifferent tone she couldn’t mask the tightness creeping into her chest. Days blurred together into months since that fateful night at WrestleMania, where Roman lost the title to Cody Rhodes, and Yn was crowned champion. It was supposed to be a moment of mutual joy, but the victory had felt hollow. Roman had ghosted her, leaving a void where triumph should have blossomed. Despite their burgeoning friendship, one that had hinted at something deeper, he had vanished, and with him, her hope.

“Four months is an eternity in WWE time. You really don’t feel anything now that he’s back?” Bianca asked breaking through Yns thoughts

Yn shook her head, pushing strands of hair out of her face. “No. I mean, we all have our lives to live, right? Roman ghosted me after ‘Mania. I saw it for what it was.” Despite her words, she felt a flicker of uncertainty. She had believed in something that night, something she wished wouldn’t fade with his silence.

“Uh-huh! Sure,” Jade challenged, eyeing Yn with skepticism. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all? You two had something special, and now he’s just…gone?”

“Seriously, Yn,” Bianca added. “You can’t deny it. You liked him.”

Yn inhaled sharply, steeling her heart against the memories of laughter shared and conversations that crawled past midnight.

Yn brushed off their concern with a laugh, but it felt hollow. “I’m all good. I don’t think about Roman. I have a match tonight, and I need to focus on that. It doesn’t matter what he does or doesn’t do anymore. Besides I’ve got Carmelo. We’re not serious, but he’s here.”

“Carmelo? Really, that’s your takeaway?” Bianca Deadpanned. “Just be careful; he’s not exactly your usual type.”

“Great!” Yn grinned, but it was a little forced now. “Your concerns about Carmelo are adorable, but I can handle myself.”

She could hear the raucous cheers outside growing louder, a reminder of the pressure that lay ahead. Tonight was about her, her title, her reign. To maintain that, she needed to block out everything else. But as the show rolled on, Yn couldn’t escape the gnawing apprehension filling her thoughts. It surrounded her like a fog, thickening with each moment that passed leading to her title defense.

Time passed in a blur. The moments leading up to her entrance felt drawn out, yet time seemed to tick away invisibly. When it was her turn, the lights dimmed, and the arena erupted. The audience roared, adrenaline coursed through her veins, but the shadows of the past clung stubbornly.

Despite this she stepped out to face her challenger, she was an embodiment of strength and resilience. The adrenaline fueled her, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Each cheer, every shout of her name, ignited the fire within, and her determination flared to life.

The match unfolded with a punctuated rhythm of hard-hitting action, each move resonating with the audience who cheered her on. Yn felt powerful, confident, her expressions dropping into fierce concentration.

It was brutal yet exhilarating. Yn gave everything she had, countering her opponent’s moves with the skill she had honed over countless hours in the ring. The crowd rallied behind her, and she thrived off their energy, pushing herself beyond limits, chasing victory as she’d always done.

Time melted away, and at last, the bell rang. Yn stood victorious, breathless and basking in the exhilaration of the win. She raised her championship high, the bright lights illuminating her triumph. Cheers erupted, but all the while, there was a nagging sensation in her gut, the victory felt hollow.

As she exited the ring, the crush of bodies shifted, and the atmosphere in the locker room transformed. It was electric, reminiscent of old times tinged with uncertainty.

Yn sat in her locker room as the rest of the night cruised by, watching the remaining matches unfold. Unknowingly holding her breath as she watched the match between Solo And Cody For The Universe Championship.

Watching as every “member” of the Bloodline came out to assist Solo in trying to secure his win over Cody You stood to your feet as the familiar music hit your ears and the pop of the crowd could be heard from your room. The rumors were true.

The Tribal Chief was back

After watching Roman superman punch and spear Solo allowing Cody to retain his title, and also watching Roman tell Cody that said title belonged to him, you felt that it was time to head to your hotel. Granted you could have left a long time ago, not watching to face the real reason you decided to stay behind.

She steeled her racing heart and grabbed her bags, stepping out into the quiet of the halls, the noise of the crowd now a distant crescendo.

As she rounded the corner there he stood. Roman Reigns, backlit by the leering lights of the arena, as if he had stepped out of a dream.

He looked different yet the same—strong, confident, and undeniably captivating.

“Yn!”

“Roman,” she replied, her heart hammering. She hadn’t anticipated this confrontation, nor was she prepared for the swirl of conflicting emotions erupting in her chest.

“Congratulations,” he offered, an easy smile playing on his lips, yet something felt rehearsed.

“Thanks,” she replied curtly, crossing her arms in subconscious defense. “Interesting timing, coming back after all this.”

“I’m back for good,” he clarified, an edge in his tone indicating the seriousness of his intention. “But I wanted to say—”

“Say what?” Yn interrupted. “Say you’re sorry for ghosting? For pretending we meant something?”

“You ghosted me, Roman. Four months. All this time, and not a word.”

He winced, an ache dancing in his eyes.

The air between them was thick with unresolved tension.

“I missed you.”

She laughed at that. “You have a funny way of showing it”

“It wasn’t just that night, Yn. that lost. It felt as if I lost everything. I had to rebuild.” His gaze softened, making her heart flip against her will. “You… you were a part of that journey I thought I needed to let go of.”

“And what? You think just appearing will change anything?” Yn shot back, her frustration rising. “You put me through hell—and yet, I fought to be the champion! To earn this belt!”

He stepped closer, reducing the distance with every heartbeat thrumming in her ears. “You’ve always been a champion babygirl. I’m just glad the rest of the world gets to see what I’ve already known”

Yn’s chest tightened, anger and nostalgia battling for dominance at the nickname. “You think it’s that simple? You don’t just disappear and then show up like a knight in shining armor because you feel like it."

“I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he said, his voice steady. “But I want to earn it. I need to try. For you.”

“I also see you.. with him—” he gestured vaguely, as if Carmelo were an afterthought.

“Carmelo treats me right,” Yn insisted, but doubts flickered like shadows behind her bravado.

“Does he?” Roman's intensity was disarming. “I never wanted to let you go; I was scared. But I know what you’re worth now.”

Yn’s heart raced, torn between the spark ignited by Roman’s words and the steady, purposeful connection she had built with Carmelo. “It’s not about you anymore, Roman. You chose yourself. You didn’t want what we had. If you want to play the game, you’ll have to accept that I’m moving forward.”

His expression faltered, and for a moment, she found herself yearning for their shared past, pushing against the memories of laughter and warmth. Yet, it was all too easy to fall back into the gravitational pull of his world—a world filled with echoes of promises and guilt.

“I’m here, Yn,” he said quietly, as if hoping his words could reshape her very understanding of their reality. “What I did was wrong, but I’m not here only for redemption. I’m here for you, if you’ll let me.”

The moment stretched like elastic, both thrilling and frightening. Yn remembered the spark she felt when they were together, the laughter, the whispered dreams. But she also recalled the shattering silence that followed his departure.

“I—” she started, taking a deep breath, heart racing as she grappled with the looming decision.

For what felt like an eternity, Yn stood silent as the shadows of doubt and desire melded and twisted within her. She thought of Carmelo, the person who had been there for her. Their relationship was light and airy, a painful attempt to distract herself from the past. Yet here Roman stood—the embodiment of unresolved emotions she had tried to bury deep.

“Roman—” she began, but he interrupted, stepping closer, the distance closing.

“Just give me a chance to explain. I was scared, Yn. Scared of what I felt for you, scared of the title loss, and scared—I know I didn’t handle it well. But I’m back now, and I want to make things right.”

“Things can’t just go back to the way they were,” she countered, a part of her wrestling with the truth of his words. She could fall back into this, but the other side—the need to protect herself—screamed loudly.

“You’re right. They can’t,” he agreed, his gaze unwavering. “But we can create something new. If you’ll let me.”

Yn felt the weight of indecision settle heavily. A part of her craved the safety of the stable friendship she had begun building with Carmelo, but her heart ached at the possibility of all she’d sought and lost with Roman.

Ultimately, she would have to choose. Would she risk the familiarity and comfort of her connection with Carmelo, or would she allow the flame that had once flickered so brightly with Roman to reignite?

“Tonight, I am the champion,” she whispered, steadying her resolve. “But I don’t know if I can be your...whatever it is you want from me.”

“I— I just don’t know if I can trust you again. I have to protect what I have built alone, Roman, even if it isn’t what you think it should be.”

A smile ghosted Roman’s lips, bittersweet but hopeful. “No rush. I’m not going anywhere this time. Just know that I’ll be waiting—should you choose to return.”

And as the air thickened with possibilities and remnants of the past hung like a thin veil, Yn found herself standing at the crossroads of longing and familiarity.

Meanwhile Roman was back not only for his spot as Tribal Chief and Head of the Table, or His Championship.. those will all come in due time trust. He was back for what was his, and that included Yn.

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