"Be Quiet, Baby" - It's simple, you just weren't quiet enough
If I Ainât Got You - Two of the biggest stars, yourself and Roman Reigns, had a relationship that no one but yourselves knew about. But when Roman decided to show up to your concert with his cousins, you knew it was time to let everyone know he was yours.
Be My Shield - { 1 } { 2 } { 3 } { 4 }One comment was all it took. All it took for you to get dragged into the mess that was never supposed to be your business. And now, you have no choice but to fight this battle with himâand be the shield Roman never knew he needed.
Downpour - a downpour during a five hour roadtrip has you stuck in a car with the OTC, which ends up with both of you sharing a vulnerable moment.
Bleed For You - After a heated exchange between you and CM Punk ends with Punk putting you on your ass, Roman shows him exactly why you don't mess with him and his family
Our Celebration - Roman just proved to the world that he can become champ again, so you made sure to acknowledge him thoroughly as a celebration.
She's Real - no one believed that Roman's said 'girlfriend' was real, that was until you showed up to the family barbecue.
Remember When - you havenât seen Roman in over four years after his departure from Georgia Tech Football. The last thing you expected was to see him roaming the hallways of your new workplace, which brought back memories you never quite tucked away.
JIMMY USO
About Damn Time - Jimmy and Y/N, best friends with the most undeniable chemistry finally break the romantic tension thatâs being gnawing at them forever while on vacation with friends
Always Choose You - being a member of the Tribal Chiefâs bloodline, you were forced to acknowledge him. But what happens when youâre fiancĂŠ, Jimmy Uso, finally decides that he is done with Roman Reigns? Will you stay and acknowledge your Tribal Chief? Or will you choose to go with your fiancĂŠ and his twin brother?
The Real One - You just ended your relationship with your long-term boyfriend, Jey Uso, and you seek comfort in his brother, Jimmy. But seeking comfort can mean⌠many different things. Things that could become the damndest of betrayals between twin brothers.
Worthy - after a trip to the trainerâs room has Jimmy expressing his true feelings about his career, you make sure to remind him just how wrong he is.
JEY USO
Just the Coworker I Hate [ 1 } { 2 } { 3 } { 4 } { 5 }- you hate him, was what you told yourself since last year. But what happens when you two are forced to share a storyline together and be by each otherâs sides 24/7? Is Jey really the man you thought he was?
The Bang Bus - youâve gone the whole night keeping your hands off each other. But thereâs a moment where you reach your breaking point, and you need him inside of you. Youâre willing to do anything, even if that means getting it on the tour bus
Research Purposes- you're struggling to write an intimate scene in your novel, and Jey offers more than just words of advice...
a/n: mostly all of my works will be superstar x reader. if there is a description of the reader that doesnât match you, please ignore it. in no way do I want to offend any of my readers. thank you :)
SUMMARY: you havenât seen Roman in over four years after his departure from Georgia Tech Football. The last thing you expected was to see him roaming the hallways of your new workplace, which brought back memories you never quite tucked away.
WORD COUNT: 4.6k
WWE wasnât a company you have dreamt of being a part of your entire life. Hell, you never watched it until about four years ago. But here you were, walking into the Fiserv Forum in the breezy town of Milwaukee for your first official shift as a traveling athletic trainer for that very company.
Life at that moment had been so hectic for the past few months. It all started with one phone call, accepting your application and welcoming you to a job where you got to not only do what you absolutely love, but also get to travel around the country and sometimes internationally too.
You then had to call your present boss, explaining what you got accepted into. You hated the way that your bossâwho was the kindest woman on the planetâsighed subtly, attempting to hide her true feelings and failed miserably. You hated the idea of having to leave your clinic job and all of the friends youâve made as well. But life just got bigger and better, and it was about time you took a step in a new and exciting direction.
Two months later, after many paperworks and written signatures scribbled on paper, you were officially a part of the medical staff in one of, if not the biggest wrestling corporation in the world. Unfamiliarity nipped at your spine when you looked at the full length mirror in your hotel, examining the black shirt with the companyâs logo emblazoned on the top right. But the unfamiliarity of it all wasnât fearârather it was the disbelief of where you ended up in your 26 years of living.
It was Friday Night Smackdown, and there were already dozens of people backstage getting ready, whether it was the superstars, the camera crew, or anyone else. Vince McMahon found you when you arrived, leading you through the backstage hallways and to the door that was labeled "trainers" with the company's logo beneath it. You offered a thankful smile, dropping your bag off and examining the room. It was the perfect size; not too big and not too small. The leather treatment tables were spaced out precisely, a comfortable amount of room to maneuver between each one.
"You got any other questions?" Vince asked as you exited the room out to him. You pursed your lips, shaking your head as excitement sprouted through your blood.
"Nope, I think I'm good. Thank you so much."
"Of course," He replied, sending a respectful smile towards you before his eyes flickered up behind you. He greeted two women, which caused you to turn around and see who exactly he was talking to.
You recognized the twins right away, as you've seen them on the show for years now. Nikki and Brie Bella approached you, greeting their boss before their attention was turned to you. You offered a smile, still in disbelief that you were going to be working with wrestlers that had worldwide fanbases such as the Bella Twins, who have been building their reputation on the main roster since 2008.
"Hey! You're the new one on our medical team, right?" Nikki asked, a welcoming smile brightening her face. Her twin had the same one, though much softer.
You nodded. "Yes, that's me. I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you two."
Nikki totally ignored your offer of my hand, pulling you into a friendly hug instead. You froze for a moment, then hugged her back before giving her twin one too. They were both already in their gear, which reminded you that the show started in forty-five minutes and fans were already starting to pack the stadium.
"All I'm going to say is... don't be surprised if you have multiple guys coming to your office today." Brie started, twirling a piece of her brunette hair between her fingers. You perked a brow up.
"Oh. Does that usually happen... or are you implying something I don't know?"
"Well, we just had a new trio debut last month, and they've been a wrecking crew since arriving. I mean, of course they know all of the safety precautions and that stuff, but they've been sending some superstars home with bruised backs and tight muscles."
"Ohhh," you replied, even though you had no idea what they were talking about. Life has been so busy lately that you weren't able to catch up with the WWE shows recently. But you were excited to see how the show grew from the three months you've been away from it.
"Oh, I think I might've heard from someone that you went to Georgia Tech, right?" Nikki asked, pulling your attention back to the two in front of you. A soft smile perched on your lips as you nodded your head proudly.
"Yep, graduated with my masters in athletic training and sports medicine."
"That's wild. It's a hard school to get into." Brie added.
"It is." You replied.
"We actually have someone here on the roster who went to Georgia Tech. You might know him." Nikki started, her tone confident and calming all at once. It made the thought of having to get along with everyone just the slightest bit easier.
You laughed. "Very slim chance. That school is huge. There were plenty of people there that I've never even met or seen before."
"Okay, yeah, you're probably right. But hey, let me live up to my imagination, kay? It would be fucking nuts if you two knew each other."
"Hey, Roman!" Brie suddenly called out, the volume of her voice startling you. She raised her hand up, waving at someone behind you. "The new athletic trainer went to Georgia Tech too! You know her?"
You pivoted around on the balls of your feet, your eyes landed on three men in black vests and cargo pants. But your eyes instinctively landed on the man in the middle.
You felt your whole world stop.
And so did he.
You were so used to the smell of antiseptic and athletic tape that lingered in the air of the trainers room. You were perched up on top of a chair, elbow-deep into a cabinet as you restocked some equipment that the head athletic trainerâMarcusâordered you to do while you were on shift that Thursday night. You could barely hear the muffled screams and chants from the fans that packed up the Bobby Dodd Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia.
"Yo, Markâ" a low voice called out, catching you off guard and freezing you in place. You turned your head around, watching as a player on the football team entered the room. He was someone you did not recognize. He was tall, uncomfortably tall. He had a build that no other athlete other than a football player in the school could build. He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes landing on you when he saw you were the only one in the room.
You took a deep breath, carefully hopping off the chair and closing the cabinet door. "Marcus isn't here tonight." You answered, your voice soft and wondering. You had no idea what to say, so you said the thing that seemed the most relevant at the moment.
"Yeah, I can see that. Where is he?" Roman asked, the pads under his uniform making his body look extremely bulky.
"He's not here tonight. I'm a student trainer he assigned to take over for the night." You swiped the imaginary dust off your hands, turning around and quickly giving your hands a rinse. "What's going on?"
Roman just stared for a moment, unsure of what the hell to say. You've seen that expression one too many times, which made you determined to get your job with him done as perfectly as possible.
"My shoulder," he started, his voice a tinge slower. "It's been clicking throughout all of the warm up."
"How long has this been going on?"
"For the past week, maybe week and a half now."
"Alright, sit." You ordered calmly, patting the treatment table in front of you. He hesitated for a split second, then complied and sat down with his back to you. He worked off his jersey and pads, leaving himself in his white compression shirt while you sat down on your stool, wheeling over to him until you were aligned with his back. "Which shoulder?"
"The left one. It clicks when I rotate it past a certain point."
You nodded, beginning your assessment that felt like muscle memory, though you've only had it memorized for a little over a year and a half. You tested his range of motion and resistance. You then palpated his arm, your brows furrowed slightly with concentration.
Roman was quiet while you worked on him. Deep down, he appreciated your quietness. He wasn't the biggest fan of chatty trainers who attempted to entertain him when he was clearly in some sort of pain or discomfort. You just asked a few questions about his shoulder, which he replied honestly to each and every one of them.
"Any pain here?" You asked, pressing down gently on the upper back of his left shoulder. He breathed in, not loud enough for you to comment on.
"Not really pain. Just...pressure."
You nodded, drifting your hand just over the arch of his shoulder. From the way he sucked in a breath, you could tell just exactly what was irritating him.
"Pain right here?"
"Yeah." He huffed out.
"How would you rate the pain on a scale of one to ten? Ten being the worst."
"Probably a six, maybe."
You hummed knowingly, removing your hands from his shoulder and fixing his shirt that you crunched up at the top. You stood up, walking in front of him and leaning against the counter behind you.
"You most likely just have an irritated rotator cuff. It's likely inflamed from overusing it too much. This can compensate for something else and can be putting an extra load of work on your left side." You paused, deep in medical thought. "Has your right hip been hurting at all? Or have you been favoring it?"
Roman blinked, off guard from the depths of questions and knowledge you had. "Uh, kinda, now that I think about it. It's been a little stiff."
"That's probably where it started. What I recommend you to do is stretch every single day. Stretch your hip flexors, especially. Don't lift heavy over your head until the inflammation has subsided."
You turned around, heading for the freezer to grab a gel ice pack that was exactly large enough to fit over his broad, muscular shoulder. "I would come back in two days to get it checked. I'll probably be here."
You offered out the ice pack, instructing on where directly to place it. Roman looked down at you, genuinely impressed by your knowledge as a student working towards a degree.
"You're pretty good," He started, grabbing your attention all too easily. You looked into his deep eyes, wondering if you heard him right. "At this." He jutted his chin towards the ice pack lying on his left shoulder. You grinned softly.
"I agree." You replied, getting a laugh from the man in front of you that took you by surprise.
"Roman," he started, which finally had you piecing together who exactly this handsome, muscular football player actually was. "Roman Reigns."
You've heard about him all throughout the school, although you never exactly knew what he looked like. All that you could take away was that he was the star senior player and captain of the team.
"Y/n," you replied right back. "And I know who you are, I just never would've recognized you. Especially without a helmet."
"Yeah, most people don't .â He replied, holding the ice firmly on his shoulder exactly the way you taught him.
Roman did listen. He came back two days later for you to check up on his shoulder. From the amount of tenseness that wasn't present but was two days before, you could tell that he was doing exactly what you were saying to get his rotator cuff free from inflammation.
With every session, it became easier and easier to talk to him. He had a dry sense of humor which completely caught you by surprise at first, but it made the conversations go on longer and longer. You ended up telling him why you decided to go into sports medicine and athletic training, and he listened. You listened as well when he talked about football and his extensive family.
Something grew between the two of you that you couldn't place your finger on. Even with the football season being over, he still visited you during basketball or baseball games that were at home. The two of you even had a few lunch sessions together to just talk and catch up with one another. But at the end of each one, he always seemed to say something like, "you are going to be great at this. At whatever you do."
Then the end of the year came around all too quickly, and you didn't know how to describe what Roman meant to you, or who he was to you. You kept drifting back to the word 'important,' which he had become to you gradually over the couple of months you two have known each other. He had made you laugh harder than anyone ever has. You've become friends with his friends, and he became friends with yours.
There was even a point where one of your friends had to say something out loud of what she thought was 'happening' between you two. You told her she was definitely wrong, but the truth was, you didn't believe yourself one hundred percent.
But it was one night in the middle of May that changed everything. You were in the trainers room in the athletic complex of the university, filling out all the necessary documents before heading back to your dorm room for the night.
When you heard footsteps nearing towards your door, you knew by then who's footsteps those belonged to. You didn't memorize them on purpose, it just came naturally. You already started to think about what he came to talk to you about, hoping it was what the outcome of his free agent deal with the NFL's Minnesota Vikings was. You smiled when you heard the door creak open.
"Hey, how didâ"
You spun around in your chair, and from the first look, something looked wrong. He didn't look sick, at least not visibly. There was something in his expression that you have never seen before. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt with black sweatpants, leaning against the doorframe like the first time you ever saw him in the trainers room at the football stadium.
"Roman,"
"I need to talk to you," he spoke, cutting you off like he was desperately waiting to speak to you. "Do you have time?"
"Yeah, of course. I got all night," You replied, stacking all the papers respectively and storing them in the file cabinet. Roman slowly entered the room, sitting himself down on the treatment table. As soon as you turned around on your stool, he started talking.
"I got my bloodwork back today from my physical." He spoke, his words sparking the tiniest hint of suspense deep in your gut. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, balancing his breathing with a few deep breaths.
Then the next words he said had you frozen in your seat.
"They found elevated white blood cells, and it was tested positive for leukemia."
You knew all too well that so many things could happen to athletes at the worst of times, which could reroute their lives without consent. But this was different.
His hands were folded in his lap, his face exposing himself in ways he never has with many other people. He looked like he was bracing himself for your reaction, expecting you to break down or apologize over and over for something he couldn't control.
And you did neither.
"Did you figure out a treatment plan?" You asked, fighting the tremor in your voice with every ounce of mental strength you had. Roman's shoulders seemed to release almost imperceptibly.
"I'm starting my first round of Chemotherapy next Monday. The docs are going to see how that goes, and they might need to do a bone marrow transplant." He paused momentarily, inhaling a shaky breath that broke your heart into a million pieces. "They caught it early...which they said was good."
"Yeah..." You whispered, your hands hesitantly lifted off your lap to lay gently on his own. "That's good. That's really, really good."
"I know," Roman replied, his voice becoming shaky. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Are you going to be going home? Back to Florida?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Despite how broke you were over the news, you stayed functionalâwhich Mark taught you over and over when learning how to handle patients. Panic never helped anyone, and Roman needed more steadiness than he needed any more grief at that moment. You could feel the griefâit was undoubtedly there,âbut you didn't let it show on your face.
"You're going to be okay. You're gonna fight."
"I don't have much of a choice."
"Roman, look at me." You started, gathering his gaze with your own. His eyes shimmered with so many emotions, which caused you to squeeze his hands even more, your elbows resting on your knees. "You are one of the strongest people I've ever met, and I'm not talking about the ridiculous amount of muscle you're carrying, I'm talking about how you don't quit when it gets hard. How you carry yourself when it gets hard. That's going to matter more than you'll ever know."
Roman kept quiet, but you could technically hear the thoughts whirring in his head, which were thoughts you had no idea what they were about.
"I didn't know what you were going to say," He whispered, his thumb brushing over your skin. "I didn't know how you would react, so I couldn't prepare."
"What did you expect?" You asked.
"I don't know... apologies? Crying, maybe. That's been happening a lot recently."
Once again, you were frozen and completely unknowing of what to say next. All you could do was just keep holding his hand and hope he can see the faith you had in him through your eyes.
"I'm scared," he then admitted, his voice almost nonexistent. You knew he never really said something like that around a lot of people. A small part of you wondered if you were the first one he's admitted that to.
"I know," you whispered, slowly standing up and sitting yourself down on the table next to him. His eyes followed you the entire time. "Which is totally okay."
"I-" He started, pausing to clear his throat from the thickness of emotions lodging his throat. "I probably won't be very communicative throughout the whole treatment. I'm gonna stay off of social media and the new communicative shit that's coming out. I just want to focus on my treatment and keeping myself healthy. I thought you should know. I hope you understaâ"
"Of course," you cut him off. "I respect that. I think it will help a lot. Keep your mind in the right place. Focus on you, not anyone else."
He nodded, slowly standing up from the table. Dread filled your body. You didn't want him to leave, which was the greedy part of you. But you knew that this was the best thing for him, especially when something this serious was going on. Roman strolled over to the exit doors of the office, but he stopped right in front of the closed door and turned around to face you.
"Thank you. For fucking everything. From helping my shoulder to giving me a shoulder to lean on."
"Of course," you whispered, your body finally started to betray you as your voice became wobbly. The tip of your nose tingled as tears threatened to pool in your eyes. Roman watched you closely, catching easily how your body was slowly starting to tremble.
You could barely make out the whispered 'fuck' that left his mouth before he pulled you towards his hard body. Your hands flew out, clinging to his hard triceps as he cradled your face with his palms.
His mouth then found yours. He didn't kiss you like a claim, but he didn't kiss you tentatively. His lips moved against yours with a kind of energy that only existed between two people building something they couldn't put a name on.
You kissed him just as passionately, his hard body pressed against yours ignited your entire bloodstream.
Just as you started feeling yourself get lost in his captivating kiss, he pulled away slowly. You were panting quietly, hands still clinging to his arms. You kept your eyes closed for a moment, reliving the kiss one last time before his gaze may take all the magic away.
But it didn't. You looked into his eyes, and he didn't regret a single thing. He looked just as crushed as you were. He started fidgeting with his lip, a sob muffled in the back of his throat.
"Take care of yourself. Keep working hard."
One hug later, you were stuck in your spot, watching Roman walk out the door and not ever knowing if he was going to walk back in one day. As soon as the door clicked shut, you crumbled to the floor, your body wracking with sobs as the most important person walked away to fight something that wasn't always beatable.
And you have never heard a whisper about him since then.
Your breath was caught in your throat, lodged even. Your eyes gazed at him from head to toe, memories of all the times the two of you hung out in the trainers room during sports events coming back to you.
He looked so different from the last time you saw him. He grew out his hair, his black curls falling down just below his shoulders. He totally slimmed down as well, not carrying nearly as much weight in his stomach, instead building and chiseling his muscles. He filled the rest of his arm with tattoos, the ink ending at his wrists rather than up by his triceps. He grew out his facial hair a bit more too, his whole look giving off much more masculine vibes.
But his hair, his eyes, his muscles, his tattoos... it wasn't what you were choked up about. It was his eyes. He looked good. He looked well. He looked healthy.
He was fucking alive, for god's sake.
He beat leukemia.
Tears welled in your eyes, and you had to turn around and collect yourself for a moment before you could turn back to him. You felt the eyes of many people on you, but the thought didn't even reach your head as you were still processing who was standing in the middle of the damn hallway dressed like a hot ass SWAT officer.
"Y/n,"
Hell, even his voice seemed to be a few notches deeper.
You blinked the tears back, nipping your bottom lip with your teeth as you turned back around. Your feet moved instinctively, a force in the air that was just like the force that had been pulling you toward him since a Thursday afternoon in a training room when he had walked in complaining about his shoulder and looked at you like you might be the most unexpected thing he'd ever encountered.
He met you in the middle, large arms wrapping around you as you pressed your forehead into the pads of his vest. You felt the warmth of his hand palm the back of your head, holding you just like the last time he did, although the tears back then weren't tears of sadness.
This was tears of pure, relieved joy.
"You're okay," You whispered, feeling the ends of his hair tickling your knuckles as you clung to him. You let one strand tear fall, trickling ever so slowly down your cheek. It seemed too good to be real, which is why you repeated even quieter, "you're okay."
"Mhm," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. You pulled away just enough to look at his face. Really look. The athletic trainer side of you involuntarily checked his face, the color popping perfectly and the steadiness there. He looked like Roman. The true Roman you met while you were perched up on the creakiest chair in the world shoving your arm into a cupboard to restock the bandages.
He looked down at you the exact same way.
"You look...the same." He spoke, the corners of his lips turning up as he was remembering all of their memories himself. You chuckled, swiping a tear away that was hanging off the bottom of your chin.
"You look good." You replied, your voice caught slightly. "You look... really good, Roman."
Roman's jaw fidgeted, just like it did moments before he turned around and left the trainers room after delivering the most devastating news of both of your lives.
"I thought about you," He started, clearly careless about two of his tag partners standing by his sides watching us with comically shocked faces. You caught the man with short copper hair in your peripheral view putting a fist to his mouth, glancing between the two of you then to the twins who were in just as much disbelief as him. "Throughout my whole treatment, I thought about you. I thought about what you said..."
Another tear forced its way down your face, but was caught by Roman's thumb as he gently swiped it away.
"And I'm so sorry for never reaching ouâ"
"It's okay," You started, placing one of your hands against his chest, right by his healthy-beating heart. "I'm just happy you're doing okay. You look healthy and you look happy. That's all that matters."
"Yeah...I am. I've been in remission for over two years now."
"Good." You whispered, your forehead pressing back against his chest once again.
"It's better that you're here."
You chuckled as a wave of nostalgia washed over you. "Yeah, so you once again better get used to seeing my ass every week. Let me know if that shoulder starts clicking again."
Roman barked out a genuine laugh as you lightly slapped his left shoulder, the exact one you helped heal back when he dominated in football.
"Perfect." He replied, his expression showing the disbelief clearly. You pointed your index finger into his chest.
"And I've heard that you threeâ" You started, pointing at the copper head first before switching to the man with half blonde-half black hair, then swiveling back to Roman in front of you. "âhave been sending lots of people beat up to the trainers. Please don't give me such a big load on my first day, eh?"
"Alright, alright," Roman chuckled, throwing his hands into the air in surrender. His two partners, which you later learned were Seth and Dean, kept exchanging glances between the two of you. "But no promises, babygirl."
God, you almost swooned.
"I told you that you might've known him!" Nikki's voice boomed from behind you. You cackled, running your hand through your hair while looking back up at Roman in front of you.
"I think they adopted me after six minutes of my presence."
"Not surprised," Roman replied, pulling you back into his arms to engulf his old friend once more. He was still blinking and looking back at you just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. You happily accepted his hold, a warm smile softening your face.
"I think this is the first time he hasn't scared off a woman just by looking at her," Dean whispered obnoxiously loud to Seth. You chuckled into Roman's chest.
"He's never scared me off." You mumbled, running a hand up his back and giving his shoulder a squeeze.
You smiled when you felt no tightness and only muscle.
a/n: This idea came to my head and I HAD to do it! Love writing cute, fluffy stuff like this :)
SUMMARY: after a trip to the trainerâs room has Jimmy expressing his true feelings about his career, you make sure to remind him just how wrong he is.
WORD COUNT: 2k
When the door to the trainerâs room creaked open, you werenât surprised at all when Jimmy trailed in. This happened practically every week. He wasnât even injured most of the time, and you knew he was just finding excuses to come and hang out with you.
And, hell, you couldnât say it wasnât fun at some points. Most of the show you are in the training room alone, or you have to deal with one or two minor injuries. But ever since Jimmy visited your office for the first time for an actual injury months ago, you couldnât deny that his presence made your whole shift instantly better.
But that night when he came trudging in, you could tell right away it wasnât going to be like one of those nights. No jokes, no conversations, no laughter.
He came in legitimately hurt. Blood was trickling down his face, his skin stained red with smears of blood. His hair was frazzled, puffy and disheveled. Jey was right behind him, guiding him into the room you were just a second ago relaxed in.
You shot up from your chair, swiping a clean towel and a roll of bandages off the counter like it was second nature. Jimmy crumpled himself down onto the bench, his head hanging low. You looked over at Jey, who was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.
âWhat happened?â You asked, pivoting back to Jimmy and pressing the towel softly but firmly on the small laceration lining his hairline to momentarily stop the bleeding. Your eyes were locked on Jimmy while Jey replied.
âGunther, man. Just bashed his head open right in front of me. I tried to helpââ
âJust quit it, man,â Jimmy started, collecting our gazes by his sudden comment that warmed the blood in your body, even though he was clearly irritated and hurting. âJust go. Iâll be fine.â
Jey stared at his twin for a moment, but eventually dipped and closed the door softly behind him. Pressure seemed to grow from the walls you were trapped in with Jimmy Uso.
You inhaled deeply, peaking at his damaged skin behind the towel that temporarily slowed its bleeding. You tossed it in the dirty towel basket, grabbing a new one and soaking it in warm water. Jimmyâs eyes stayed fixated on the ground, his lips sealed in a frown. It was so unlike him, and you had no fucking idea what to say. You were so used to his loud, chipper side. Youâve never experienced his low, silent side.
You steadied your free hand on the side of his head while you gently washed the stains off his olive skin. He closed his eyes momentarily, the negative energy so clear in his eyes as it radiated off of him. You kept your movements soft and gentle, attempting to provide any comfort when he was in a vulnerable state like he was right then.
You kept quiet, because the truth was, you didnât even know if he wanted to talk. Maybe he was waiting for you to ask him if he was alright, or maybe he was dreading it. You had no idea.
You grabbed the bandage roll, pressing a gauze square on top of the cut before expertly wrapping the bandage fully around the circumference of his head. You kept your eyes on the task at hand, but you didnât miss Jimmyâs eyes looking up at you, then back down to the ground.
You finished quietly, placing the bandage back in its respective drawer. The silence only grew since Jey shut the door, and it was to a point where you felt your chest start to tighten from the tension of it all.
âAre you okay?â
Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, but Jimmy heard it clearly. He inhaled shakily, his head still dipped low. He fidgeted with his fingers, something you just then learned that he did when he was upset or nervous about something.
But your heart cracked when you saw his bottom lip twitch, a simple movement that showed you how hard he was trying to keep himself composed. He shook his head, fidgeting with his mouth, brows crunching down with weakness. You hated it.
You absolutely hated it.
You glanced down, noticing his ring gear was smeared all over with his own blood. He couldn't have liked the feeling of his vulnerability literally lathered all over him.
"Let's take this off," you commented quietly, softly gripping the end of his tank top. His eyes met yours for a beat, shimmering with emotion. You felt your heart crumble even more.
He nodded his head once, slowly lifting his arms up so you could remove the article of clothing over his head. You laid it out on a chair behind you, turning back to inspect the damage he took in his match that you weren't able to watch. There were scattered bruises around his chest, a few glowing red marks across his pectorals.
You sighed, squatting down and softly resting your forearms on each of Jimmy's knees as you looked up at him. You didn't pay any attention to his battered chest or his bandaged head. You just gazed softly in his eyes that looked almost dead.
"Wanna talk about it?" You questioned.
Jimmy looked down at you, his eyes glistening against the bright lighting of the room. Your knees screamed at you from the squatting position you were in, but you didn't even care when Jimmy was your number one priority at that moment.
"Would you even listen?"
You internally flinched at the heartbreaking question, but you nodded right away. "Of course I will."
He blew out a long, shaky breath, running one of his hands down his face. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He opened his mouth, but softly closed it right when you thought he was about to say something. It happened several times, and after you rubbed his clothed leg so softly, he finally spoke.
âIâm always just âthe other Uso,â right?â
You jerked back, hands frozen over his kneecaps. âWhat?â You barely managed to whisper.
âI havenât spent more than three damn minutes on TV over at Smackdown. Then I get a call to come to Raw, and I got my hopes up so high for nothing. They used me to hype up my twin brotherâs world heavyweight championship match at fucking WrestleMania.â
You inhaled sharply, a pinching pain deep in your chest sinking even deeper. You started rubbing your shaky hands along his legs again, hoping to provide him any sort of comfort.
âI ainât getting nothing, y/n. Nothing. What the hell am I doing wrong? Jeyâs getting a shot for his second singles championship, and Iâm just on the side coming out to slap my lilâ brother on the back of his head then Iâm done. Why canât I just⌠be like him?â
âNo,â you whispered, shooting up to your feet and planting yourself down next to him on the bench. You could see his face much more clearly, and your heart nearly disintegrated when you saw the smallest amount of tears welled on the brims of his eyes. You squeezed his hand reassuringly. âDonât start comparing yourself to Jey.â
âItâs kinda hard not to,â he sniffled, his eyes gazing down at your conjoined hands. He fidgeted with his bottom lip, teeth biting into the plushness of them and drawing a speck of blood.
âI know,â you replied honestly, your thumb brushing over the roughness of his skin. âBut comparing yourself to him is breaking you down when it shouldnât. Sure, Jey is in a huge storyline right now with a potential of winning the world championship, but they called you to help build the story up. They counted on youââ
âJust because Iâm Jeyâs twin, right? The other twin that ainât worth a fucking penny.â
Tears welled in your own eyes, but you forced them down, refusing to let Jimmy see your emotions showing. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were feeling sympathy and guilt. You were feeling so many other things in a variety of ranges.
You grabbed a damp wash cloth from off the counter behind you, softly washing off the blood stained on his neck and upper chest. âYou are worth so much more than what you give yourself credit for.â
You didnât pause, but Jimmy did. You saw his head rear towards you, those dark eyes boring into yours. You continued washing off his body until the blood was washed away, those dark scars from his match with Gunther still on full, inflamed display.
âYou are not like your twin at all, Jimmy. You are your own person. Youâre Jimmy Uso, not Jey Uso. You are the one who lights up the crowd by just being you. You are the one that has the whole locker room loving you because you are you.â
You looked up into his eyes. âYouâre the one who comes into the trainers room every week to hang out with me, not Jey. You are the one who can make me laugh so hard my stomach fucking aches, not Jey. You are the one that makes my day go from a shitty day to the best day just by your presence. I donât feel any of that with anyone else, Jimmy. I feel that with you because I love who you truly are. Youâre worth way more than just a penny to me. You are worth the whole goddamn world, Jimmy.â
His body visibly shuddered, his lips trembling ever so slightly. You rethought everything in that moment, regretting the part where you completely admitted your feelings towards him during a time where he is the most vulnerable and isnât believing in himself.
Before you could start regretting your word choice even more, two large hands gripped the sides of your face, causing you to flinch. Jimmy caressed your face with both of his hands, holding you that you were the most exquisite woman in the world. His nose brushed against yours, your lips centimeters from touching. You were so damn close to closing the space between you two and getting a taste of his lips just like youâve been dreaming of. But at the moment, his feelings and mental health mattered more than any of that.
âYou truly believe that?â He asked, his thumbs running small circles around the flushed apples of your cheeks. You inhaled softly, nodding your head while looking into his precious, pained eyes.
âMore than anything.â
Space no longer existed when he crushed it between you. You met him midway, his lips pressed perfectly against yours like you two were a match made in heaven. He curdled you into his chest, hugging you close against his hot, battle-filled body. You melted in his hold, your lips barely keeping up with the soft strokes of his own. Your whole body ignited a warm fire.
Your hands held onto his shoulders, your nails digging lightly into his tanned skin. His hands started roaming, exploring your body in ways he never has before. His kisses trailed down your neck, his hands rubbing all along your back. You hugged your arms around his neck, craving the closeness and comfort of him.
âNever,â you started, your voice quiet and out of breath from the sheer overwhelming feeling of it all. His head lifted up, his eyes piercing into yours. You caressed his face in your palms. âNever degrade yourself like that again. Never say you arenât worth anything. You are worth so much, and I have no doubt one day you will have a few single title runs of your own, okay?â
His eyes glistened against the light above us, which was the most breathtaking sight youâve ever seen. He let his eyes fall shut for a moment, inhaling softly with a subtle nod of his head. His gaze fluttered back open, taking in the sight of you pressed up against him before a bigger grin broke out on his face.
You laughed, because you knew he was up to something just by that certain look you tended to love so much, and make your thighs squirm at the same time.
SUMMARY: no one believed that Roman's said 'girlfriend' was real, that was until you showed up to the family barbecue.
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
READER POV
After pulling my hair out of its messy bun and putting it back up about twenty times, my hair finally cooperated, sitting perfectly on my head with little strands perking out. It couldâve just been an annoying occurrence, or it couldâve been the way my hands shook slightly every single time.
Today was a big day. A huge day, actually. After hearing so many crazy, humorous stories about the expansive Anoaâi/Fatu family, I was finally going to be attending one of their traditional barbecues they host once a month.
Roman invited me, and he seemed to look forward to introducing me to his family. Iâve never met anyone other than his mother, who was the kindest, most precious woman ever. She did an amazing job at making me feel like a part of their family, and it made the thought of meeting the rest of them just a tad bit easier.
But the nerves were still there. The âwhat-ifâsâ popped up in my mind, and I always swatted them away and scolded them to stay out of my busy head.
I flattened my white and lavender sundress against my body, double checking my final look one last time before I forced myself out of my bathroom and out of my house. I swiped my keys off the counter, made sure all of the doors and windows were locked, then finally made my departure from the comfort of my own home.
Roman and I have been fully committed to this relationship for a little under five months, and I finally grew a pair and agreed to show up to this monthâs barbecue and meet the rest of the family. Roman did offer to drive me, but work ended right around the time we would be heading to the cookout, which gave me no time to get ready. So I opted to drive myself.
My fingers tapped along the top of the steering wheel the entire ride to the destination. I attempted to play music to calm my nerves, but it didnât work as well as I thought it would. I rehearsed numerous different ways to approach the family and what to say when they figured out Roman has had a girlfriend for almost five months and decided to show up at a random cookout in August.
The GPS on my phone led me through the city, then into this beautiful area with lots of land and beautiful homes. The sun sat high in the sky, casting a bright, warm glow over the horizon in front of me. Out of everything Iâve tried to do to ease myself, gazing out into the beautiful sky and seeing the green trees sway in the wind momentarily settled me.
âTake a left, then youâve arrived at your destination.â
The robotic woman speaking to me from my phone made me jump, which also caused the peacefulness that was settled deep within me to vanish.
I made the left turn, turning into a subdivision that had one single house at the end of the road. It was a beautiful copper-brown color, and laughter and chatter sounded from the backyard, which I was guessing was pretty large due to the yards of field beyond the house.
I put my car in park, giving myself one more quick pep talk before forcing myself out of the vehicle. I grabbed my purse from the passenger's seat, hiking the strap through my shoulder and pushing the door shut with a little pop of my hip. I forced my shudder aside, a practiced smile forming on my face as I made my way up what looks like a recently-paved driveway. It looked like someone took sandpaper and spent hours smoothing out every inch of concrete.
The voices from the backyard grew louder as I neared. I paused in place, unsure if I wanted to go through the front door or just make my way around the back through the fence surrounding the deliciously-smelling backyard.
My eyelids fluttered closed, and I took one last long breath before carrying myself around the side of the house and clicked the lock of the gate open.
ROMAN POV
I couldn't even begin to describe how it felt to just slouch down onto the sun chair and just relax. Traveling for work was no joke, and it took a toll on my body harder than I'd like to admit. But the hard work came to a close momentarily as I was granted a good three-week break from the hectic life of a WWE superstar.
Given the fact, I figured it was a perfect idea to finally introduce my family to the woman who was always on my mind. Every second of every damn day, she made her presence in my head known. She changed me for the better. Hell, she taught me how to love again.
Jey and Jimmy probably still thought that my ass was hanging down low and rejecting every single woman who even tried to greet me.
They knew about my dating history. They knew how messed up I was when I was going through my divorce. They knew everything. They were practically my brothers.
Taking a small swig of my beer, I looked around the aroma of the backyard, taking in the scent of Jimmy and his Dad's deliciously cooked food, the hint of smoke from the bonfire, and the fresh scent of the breeze that hit my face like a moisturizer. Jacob and Solo were farther away from the bonfire, tossing a football back and forth while making each other crack up with whatever shit they thought was humorous. Jey was by the cooler, digging his hand through the ice to dig out the last beer that was his favorite. Jimmy was sitting at the edge of the pool with his wife, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder and kissing her head probably a dozen times a minute.
Knowing that Y/n was on her way had my body warming, and it was nothing to do with the humid air of Pensacola, Florida. I couldn't wait to finally show everyone what's mine, which will stop their endless teasing about my 'imaginary' girlfriend.
I told the twins that I was seeing someone, and they immediately took it as a joke. No matter how explicitly I tried to explain the truth, Jey hits me with a, 'you can cut the joke now, uce,' and Jimmy will approach me privately saying, 'you don't gotta say you got a girlfriend to feel included, bro.'
Just thinking about Jim's comment had me smiling to myself.
Only if he knew.
Then the twins, having the biggest mouths ever, ran off and told the rest of the family about my 'joke.' So that really started the endless teasing. It was all love and funâI knew thatâbut I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when I hold my girl in my arms and kiss her like I do every damn time I see her.
Growing confidence just by thinking about her, I cleared my throat and lifted my chin. "Can I say something real quick?"
The backyard's chatter decreased, all eyes focusing over to me who was still slouched in the chair with my legs outstretched in front of me. I set my beer down on the table beside me.
"I invited someone over, and I would like you all to meet her."
I was met with many different reactions. My parents had soft smiles on their faces, the twins both had a single brow perked up while their wives were obviously bubbling with excitement, and everyone else was just blank staring waiting for meâor someoneâto continue.
"Your imaginary girlfriend?" Jimmy joked, cackling at his own comment as he looked over at his twin brother, silently communicating with each other in ways no one else but twins could understand. Jey smirked as well, pressing his fist to his mouth. I fidgeted with my mouth, pressing my tongue against my upper teeth.
"Man, you bein' for real?" Solo asked, tossing the football over my way when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs. I caught the ball with easeâmuscle memory. I shot a look at my mother before tossing the ball back to him.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just hard to believe you, uce." Jimmy piped in, stepping closer to me and catching the football that I think Solo supposedly tossed towards me. He flipped it in his hands, looking over my way. "I mean, you haven't so much looked a woman's way since your divorce. Now all of a sudden you're admitting that you're datin' someone? Sounds sketchy."
I watched the football fly through the air back into Solo's hands. Naomi's voice then cut through the air. "Jim! Be polite, you don't know shit! He could've easily found himself a woman he loves."
I glance at my cousin in-law, sending a grateful look her way. She responds with a soft smile.
Glancing over to Solo, he tossed the football over to Jey. Then without hesitation, he launched the ball over to me, which glided out of his hand a little too early and caused the ball to fly over the solid white fence. I never heard it thump repeatedly on the ground beyond the fence, which probably meant it fell into a pile of fucking mud and just splatted.
I huffed out a breath, sending Jey a glare because I just knew he was going to yell at me to go grab it, since I was the closest to it.
But before I could even take one step towards the entrance of the gate, a voice that I knew so well called out with a pinch of laughter.
"This yours, babe?"
My head bolted to the left, the bones popping in my neck from the bizarre movement.
My woman looked fucking stunning. That sundress she picked out when we went shopping together looked perfect on her. Her hair was perfectly put up, her makeup not heavy but definitely not absent. Her lotion-slathered legs glowed against the shining sun, giving her the appearance of a god damn angel. My heart lurched in my chest, my breath undoubtedly taken away.
She looked fucking perfect.
My woman looked fucking perfect.
"Whoever threw that, you're lucky I caught it. It was about to land in a pile of dog shit. Hell, I almost stepped on it."
I glared at Jey, who was just staring blankly at my "imaginary girlfriend." Jimmy's eyes were almost bulging out of his sockets, which seemed like a normal reaction for him.
Giving Jey one last warning look, my face immediately softened when my eyes landed back on my woman. She tossed the football off to the side, her plush lips forming a delicate smile as she watched me make my way towards her. She reached out for me, immediately holding herself close. I cradled her with my hand, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
"You found your way okay?" I asked, pulling away just until I could see her beautiful face. Her eyes beamed up at me, sparkling under the natural light.
"Yeah, but I think it almost brought me to a church."
A laugh lurched from my throat, which gave me those sweet giggles from her own. My hands slid down to the side of her face, my thumbs running softly across the blushy apples of her cheeks. She tilted her head to the side slightly, already waiting for the kiss I greet her with every time I see her.
Shamelessly, I dipped my head and claimed her sweet, full lips with my own. A soft hum vibrated through her throat, her hands running all along my backâclearly not giving a damn about the amount of people watching us. Ease settled among my body just by the feathery touch of her hands and the plushness of her lips moving against mine.
We both pulled away at the same time, her eyes fluttering open and glittering against the rays of sunshine. Her eyes shifted behind me, and I could tell that the realization of formally meeting my family hit her right then and there.
Dropping one last kiss on her head, I slung my tatted arm around her shoulder and turned us both around to face the crowd of people all frozen in their spots staring at us. Y/n let out a light chuckle, timidly waving her hand while clinging to my body with the other.
I lifted my head high. "Now y'all can't talk any more bullshit about me having a nonexistent girlfriend. Everyone, this is y/n."
The whole backyard stayed quiet for a second, and I could hear the short puffs of air y/n breathed out beside me.
Naomi, being the outgoing, kind person she is, popped up from her spot beside the pool right away and skipped over to us. Her face shone with excitement as she got a good look at the two of us together.
"I knew he wasn't lying! I'm Naomi, the wife of the guy who's frozen with food halfway in his mouth over there." I smirked, taking a look over at Jimmy whose fork was halfway in his mouth while his eyes were still popped open in shock. "It's so nice to meet you!"
"You too!" Y/n replied, a smile easing onto her face by Naomi's welcoming persona. She was pulled into a hug, and I could visibly see the tension in her shoulders relax. I shot a look over at Jey, who was mouthing "I'm sorry" in the most dramatic way possible. Jacob and Solo seemed to just be watching the outcome of everything, calmed expressions lathering their masculine faces.
Jey came over to us, obnoxiously apologizing to y/n for not believing she was real. All she did was laugh it off, then fall into an easy conversation with him until all others decided to join.
As the night eased on, I could tell she felt more and more comfortable. She wore a smile the entire night, at one point laughing with Naomi so hard that she was hunched over grabbing her stomach, trying to catch her breath. Jimmy and I just exchanged glances, smiles on our faces seeing our women so happy.
Then by the end of the night when we were all saying our goodbyes, the twins came up to me privately while Y/n was saying her farewells to Naomi and her parents. Jimmy huffed out a chuckle, slapping my shoulder in a brotherly way.
"She's awesome, man," He started, looking over at her. I nodded my head, following his gaze. "And I'm sorry for not believing you, uce. She's great for you, and I'm happy you found someone who could make you smile the way she did today. She's a keeper, uce."
"I agree," Jey chimed in, approaching on the other side of me. "And I also apologize for being an annoying shithead about it all. If you're happy, then I'm happy, uce. Keep her. You need someone to smack some sense into you at times."
I shot a glare his way, but it didn't last long before it was back on y/n, making her way over to me with rosy cheeks and a bright smile adorning her face. She fell right next to my side like it was natural, saying goodbye to the twins before she was off on the road. It genuinely seemed like my family was going to miss her and wanted to see her again at some point.
And I just so happened to be the lucky motherfucker who got to sit in her passenger's seat and stare at her beautiful face all the way until we arrive back home.
SUMMARY: Roman just proved to the world that he can become champ again, so you made sure to acknowledge him thoroughly as a celebration.
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
Fireworks shot into the air, the large titantron congratulating the new WWE world heavyweight champion, Roman Reigns.
All on his own. He shut all of his haters up, having one of the best WrestleMania main events in history as he beat CM Punk to win the championship. It was an emotional moment for everyone, but it wrecked me in ways no one else would understand.
I was the one who saw him training so hard that his muscles hurt. I was the one who saw him pushing so hard, physically and mentally. I was the one who saw how much this match meant to him, and finally seeing him pin Punk for the title, I couldnât control any sort of reaction.
I waited outside of the gorilla, hands intertwined together as I anxiously waited for Roman to make his appearance. My legs were shaking the slightest bit, the emotions making my body act whack. The hallways backstage were way quieter, as many of the superstars headed back to their hotels or were busy doing media and interviews. But I stayed, because I needed to hold Roman in my arms. I needed to tell him how proud I was.
And as soon as he walked through the black curtains with his newly-won title hanging by his side, my stomach fired up again with flips of many feelings. Romanâs eyes found mine instantly, as if it was a physiological response all day every day. His smile was soft and relaxed, a huff of the lightest chuckle leaving his mouth as he saw meâand only meâwaiting for him on the other side of his insane, hectic world.
I didnât say a single word. I just rushed a few steps forward, crushing myself into Romanâs large, muscular body and holding him close. Every last muscle that was tense in his body relaxed instantly as his head dipped down on top of mine. He tossed his title on the nearest equipment crate, wrapping both of his arms around my body like I was his lifeline. Hell, it was really the opposite.
âYou did amazing. I knew you would.â I said, lifting my head off of his chest to gleam into his dark, glowing eyes. He dipped his chin, pressing a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. His hand rubbed circles against my back, igniting every dull nerve in my body.
He let out a long sigh, all of the stress from the lead up for this suspense-filled night all coming to a close. He cradled my face with his large hands, his thumbs grazing across my jawline.
âThank you for being here.â He replied, his eyes burning into mine with such intensity that made my whole body shiver. He was a man who wasnât afraid to show how much he truly loved someone, and that was one of my favorite parts about him. âYou donât know how much it means to me to see you waiting here for me.â
âI always will.â I replied softly, my hands resting on his hips with my pinky fingers grazing against the waistline of his cargo pants. Roman dipped his head, his lips pressing lightly against my own before standing up straight, glancing around the area that had a few more superstars roaming around and a few employees who were working on shutting the show down. I knew how he felt about publicly expressing his relationships.
He wasnât against it. Not at all. He will scream loud and proud that he has a wife and that he loves her to death, but he doesnât post a dozen pictures of us. Hell, I donât think anyone has ever seen us kiss except for our wedding photos. Sure, we post photos every now and then of us at a red carpet event or something, but it has always been kept low.
âNeed a shower before your press conference?â I asked, taking a step back so Roman could reach out and grab his title. He scoffed with absolute need, nodding his head.
âIf I go without one, people will think I had a hell of a time celebrating.â
I laughed, Romanâs arm pulling me against his side as we walked through the backstage halls and into the nice locker rooms that belonged to the NFLâs Raiders. I sat down on a bench next to where Roman placed his title. He sat down across from me, starting to untie his shoes.
We sat quietly, because the truth was, I was speechless. I felt like I still needed time to process everything, and that Roman might as well. It always felt like this after huge wins.
âJoin me.â
I shot my head up, looking over at Roman who was now only in his boxers, glancing up at me with a dim smirk on his lips. I blinked, caught off guard for a split moment. âHuh?â
âCome shower with me. Youâre all I wanna be with right now.â
I let my eyes fall shut momentarily, soaking in the sweet words of a man who could look so dangerous and hypocritical. But I easily saw beyond his past character traits, so madly in love with the real man.
I stood up, grabbing his hand he extended out for me. He led me into the shower area, turning the handle and watching the water spurt out from the shower head. He ran his hand through his dried-out hair, turning over towards me. The corners of his lips perked up the slightest.
âArms up.â He said, motioning upwards with his pointer finger. I smiled, raising my arms up in the air as Roman softly gripped the ends of my cotton tank top. He smoothly pulled it over my head, his eyes drinking in my smaller frame from beneath him. He really took his time, staring at my breasts that looked hella good in my black lace bra before moving south.
He then slowly knelt down, his eyes glued to mine as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and panties as well. His warm fingers glided all the way down my legs as he slowly undressed me, tossing my clothes off to the side.
The moment felt subtle but intense at the same time. Heat rushed throughout my body just with Romanâs eyes on me; by the way his hands ran softly along my curves, worshipping every part of me.
Soon enough, my bra was tossed away along with Romanâs boxers, and we were settled under the fall of the steaming water from the shower. The warm water felt like heaven against my back, and the feeling of being in Romanâs arms made the amazing sensation double.
âHow did it feel,â I started softly, rubbing softly against his tattooed pectoral, âwhen you pinned him? All by yourself. What went through your head?â
I didnât need to look up to know the look on Romanâs face. It was like I could hear the gears turning in his head as he replayed his historic moment.
âGrateful.â He replied simply, arms wrapped around me like he was my personal bodyguard. âI felt grateful that I was given that moment. I was grateful for all my fans and all my haters. All of it got me here.â
He dipped his chin, his eyes gazing over my body underneath him. âBut the main thing that went through my head was that I knew my wife was waiting for me backstage. I could already picture the look on her face as she stood there, her eyes telling the whole story of how proud she was of me. That was the main thing.â
My lips parted with a half-laugh, half-sob. I clung to Roman even harder, craving his protective presence.
âI am so proud of you.â I started again, this time lifting my head so I could look into those dark irises. âSo, so proud of you.â
Romanâs smile was contagious. His perfect teeth showed, the apples of his cheeks so round and perfect. I lifted my hand, running down the side of his face and through his stubbled cheek and jawline.
âGot any celebration plans?â I questioned, already knowing the answer. I always liked to joke with him, because he has never been the biggest party guy. Especially not after an incident at a bar that ended up with ketchup sprayed all along his back and a screaming stranger who had no idea who the fuck he was messing with.
âI do, actually,â He replied, his hands trailing farther down and softly but firmly gripping my ass. I splayed my hands against his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my palms. He dipped my mouth towards the shell of my ear. âAnd it involves your pretty ass to get down on your knees right now.â
My brows shot up. Not from the bizarreness of it all, but because of how unexpected it was. But when my man suggested anything that I could do to make him feel better, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Especially when it involved getting my hands on the part of him that only I get to see.
Grinning from ear to ear, I rose to my tip toes and placed one firm kiss on his lips before slowly lowering myself down onto the floor. The tile bit into my knees, but the pain did nothing to overtake the hot and exciting sensation that started to flood my body. I gripped his growing erection with both hands, the skin-to-skin contact causing a sharp exhale from the man above me.
âIs this what you were talking about?â I asked, my hands moving skillfully and they twisted and pumped around his hard length. âIs this the kind of celebration you want?â
Roman gazed down at me, taking one large hand and collecting all of my hair in his grip. The slight sharpness of pain from tugging my hair did nothing but excite me even more.
âYes, babyââ he whispered just as I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. He sucked in another sharp breath as I slowly took him into my mouth. My tongue immediately lapped around his hardness, feeling the veins popping through his erected skin. ââyes, baby.â He repeated even louder.
My moments were slowâsensual. My hands worked softly around him while I continued to work him in my mouth. All the heat in my body traveled downwards every time a soft pant or groan left Romanâs lips. I took my time, making sure to please every single part of him, as he deserved the best celebration ever.
âYes, keep going, baby. You do me so fucking good.â Roman panted, a soft thump sounding as his head fell back against the wall of the shower. I kept my pace, sliding one of my hands from his length back to cup his balls, massaging them in my hands.
I could tell by his loud panting and twitching cock that he was slowly but surely approaching the edge. But what I was not expecting was my body to be lifted off the ground, my his cock driving out of my lips with an audible âpop.â
My back was suddenly against the wall, and I was trapped between that very wall and my champion of a man. He propped one of my legs up against his hip, forcing me to feel the hardness of him against my hot core. Droplets of water raced down his face as he caressed my cheeks and leaned his forehead against my own.
âDid I forget to mention it also involved this?â
Suddenly, his whole cock was driven inside of me.
A loud gasp tore through my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook between his shoulder and his neck. The full sensation of him always took me by storm, igniting a crazy flame in my entire body. My body never seemed to get used to his size, as the stretch felt like it was the first time.
âOh my god, Romanââ I squeaked, my knuckles turning white as I gripped my hands so hard. His lips ghosted over my skin as he worked his hips and thrusted his cock into me with a methodical rhythm. My clit bounced off his pelvic bone with each thrust, which built the hot feeling in my lower stomach even more.
âThatâs it, pretty girl.â Roman panted, crushing his lips against my own. I whimpered against his plush lips, which then turned into a gasp as I was hoisted up into his arms. My legs were flailed over his arms, which gave him all power over me. All I could do was hold on for dear life, even though I knew he would never let me fall.
He then lowered me down onto him fully, which drove his cock way deeper than before. A sound that was pretty close to a scream rippled through my throat as he bounced me on top of him.
âLet me hear you, honey. I love the sounds you make when Iâm fucking you like this.â
I thought that I was the one giving him a little treat; instead, it feels like heâs giving me a mind blowing prize of his own.
My orgasm drew closer and closer just by the thought that my noises were secretly getting Roman offâdriving him crazy. I let my mouth fall open so any sort of audible sound I made would be heard.
âToo goodâŚâ I whispered, running my fingers through his drenched hair. âYou fuck me so good.â
âYeah? Is that right, pretty girl?â
When I didnât respond right awayâas I was drunk over the way Romanâs cock pumped inside of meâhis rhythmic thrusts suddenly turned violent. His hips snapped against my own, the clapping sound echoing off of walls. Loud moans lurched through my throat, my orgasm now on the very peak of breaking through.
âIsnât that right, pretty girl?â Roman asked again when I still hadnât responded, his voice deeper and bolder. I frantically nodded my head, my pussy clenching around his cock.
âYes! Yes you fuck me so goodââ
A loud, drawn-out moan from my mouth pierced the air as my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My body went totally limp in Romanâs arms as he held me up, fucking me softly through my high.
âAtta, girl.â He whispered, keeping his slow rhythm as he soothed me out. I leaned forward, kissing him deeply while running my hands along his masculine body.
He gave me a good treat, now I need to give him an even better one.
âFaster,â I panted, gripping onto his building triceps. âI need to feel you come inside of me.â
A low, dominant growl left Romanâs mouth. He placed me down on the ground, then spinning me around and pinning me against the wall once more. I pressed my palms against the smooth tiled walls as Romanâs cock slid into me with ease.
He reached forwards, looping his arms into mine and pulling me back against him as he ruthlessly pounded into me. I found it so impressive that he had this much power and energy after having a forty minute match.
âJesus Christ,â Roman muttered, splaying kisses along my neck and back. âYou feel so fucking good. So perfect.â
The next two minutes were overwhelmingly perfect. My legs were trembling under my weight to the point where Roman was technically lifting me up along with himself. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, spilling and milking himself in my warmth.
Our heavy pants were synced as we both came down from our highs. Roman slowly eased out of me, his semen slowly started to leak down my legs. The shower washed it away quicker than I liked, but at least I was able to get the erotic sight of it.
âWere you satisfied with your celebration plans?â I asked through soft breaths, turning my head to look into those deep eyes of his. A soft smile grew on his lips as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder. He reached for the body soap bottle against the wall, pumping two splotches of it in his hands before slowly starting to spread the soap over my body.
âBest celebration I ever had. Ainât no beating that.â He replied, continuing to bath me under the water that seemed almost too warm for comfort. I closed my eyes, soaking in the softness of him at that very moment.
âI love you, baby. Congratulations.â I whispered, leaning my head back against his broad shoulder. He tilted his head, planting a long, firm kiss on my temple.
âThank you, honey. I love you even more.â He whispered back. He stayed there for a while, basking in the warm feeling of everything thatâs seemed to become calmer since his match ended. But me?
I was proud that I pulled off a hell of a celebration.
SUMMARY: After a heated exchange between you and CM Punk ends with Punk putting you on your ass, Roman shows him exactly why you don't mess with him and his family
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
The corner of my lip twitched up, agony dripping down every feature of me as I walked down the ramp. My knuckles beamed white as I gripped the microphone in my hand. Punk came out, started talking shit, and what he was exactly saying were things I wasn't going to let slide so easily.
I climbed up the steel steps, entering the ring while my eyes pinned on CM Punk. Every second that ticks by, the more heat rises in my blood by him just being in my line of sight.
I told myself that I wasn't going to come out here no matter how angry I was. I told myself to keep my cool and remind myself that Roman was going to win at WrestleMania and shut Punk's old ass up once and for all.
But that string snapped once he made one single derogatory comment about me. He couldn't seem to get into Roman's head, so he started to use people he cared aboutâhis own wifeâas leverage.
I stood my ground, head high as I stared across the ring, looking at the man who wore a title that looked disrespectful on him.
The single twitch of his smirk had my patience crack.
"You come out here, spend ten minutes running your mouth about Roman like he is the problem, then start talking about me like I'm a valet."
"Let me guess, Roman sent you out here to do his dirty work."
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "No, Punk. I wasn't going to come out here tonight. Roman told me you weren't worth it. And... while that part is very true, once I heard my name come out of your mouth... you brought me into this. So don't you dare stand there looking at me like I'm crazy for showing up."
Punk's jaw tightens, and a wave of replenishment washes over me just knowing that I was slowly crawling under his skin.
"All you talk about is Roman needing his family; but Phil, you spent your whole career desperately needing the crowd to love you. You can't even function right when they don't chant your name. You're addicted, Phil."
Confidence was dripping down my body as I let myself just go. Punk wasn't saying a single word, but the look on his face showed every single reaction, and it was so fucking satisfying.
"One major difference between you and Roman is that Roman is actually honest about who he really is. But you? You come out here every week and lie to these people's faces then check to see if they are still on your side."
Punk raised the microphone to his mouth, his face heated with angerâwhich I loved to see.
"I bet he knows what he thinks he is. I mean... he probably asks you to 'acknowledge your tribal chief' every morning, ain't I right?"
My brows pinched together just hearing his voice. I poked my cheek with my tongue, twirling the microphone between my fingers.
"Roman does not need me to tell him he's the Tribal Chief and that I acknowledge him. Roman knows he's the Tribal Chief, even on his worst days. Even on the days where his whole body hurts. But he doesn't need me to give him confidence. But what I do give Roman..."
I swallowed lightly, my voice softening the slightest bit. "...I give him love. I show up for him. That's it. I show up and you decide to mock me? You decided to use me against him?" Then my voice started to rise. "You want to stand her and act like you are above Roman? You wanna talk about his family and legacy like yours is any better? You walked out of this company and let everyone down. Then all of a suddenâa decade laterâyou waltz back in the company and expect everyone to fall to your knees from all of your accomplishments. But Roman, he was here for all of it. He was here when there was no crowd. He was here even when the crowd despised him. WWE needed someone to be the guyâand he showed up. Every single time, he showed up."
I took a few long strides, getting up in Punk's face as the pent up words I was fighting so hard not to scream backstage poured out of me. I pointed my index finger to his chest, my body shaking with fervor.
"So don't you ever stand here in this ring and talk about Roman like he's a young boy. He is going to remind you exactly what a true champion looks like. He's gonna show you at WrestleManiaâin front of the whole worldâthat you are a worthless champion."My index finger spun around and faced my chest. "And as for me? I am not a valet. I am not just Roman's wife. I am a woman standing in your face while you hold a title that makes you look embarrassing."
CM Punk was good at hiding his emotions, but I saw the tiny crack all too well. He was fighting to keep his composure and not snap like an immature child in front of the Atlanta audience. The crowd were on their feet, eyes glued to us with phones flashing and recording.
"Let me tell you what you are, Phil. Underneath this fake act you're putting onâunderneath the shit and tattoos and pipe bombs and best in the world remarks..."
I stared into his eyes. I really stared. No bit of fear lived inside me. Instead, I was rupturing with vigilance. I was exploding with confidence, and Punk needed to know that when you disrespect one family member, you disrespect the whole damn family.
"...under all of that, you are a selfish, meaningless, insecure, egotistical son of a bitchâ"
I couldn't even soak in the roar of the crowd. The only thing I noticed was the way CM Punk's eyes darkened.
Everything then happened so fast. It started with a hand gripping my arm, then hoisting me on top of his scrawny shoulders. The crowd gasped as I could barely even contemplate what was going on.
But then I was planted to the ground, the cameras catching the audible crunch when his knee connected to my nose. My body sprung to the mat hard as me tossed he out of his hold.
My head started ringing, the world started spinning, everything was totally wack. Warm liquid quickly coated my face, and when my hands came up and swiped slightly under my tender nose, my fingers came away dripping with my own blood. The crowd didn't know how the hell to respond. They liked Punk, but they also liked Roman. Sure, I could say they liked me, but after getting planted to the mat by the world heavyweight champion, I might have to think twice.
Blood continued pouring unapologetically out of my nostril as I glanced up, glaring at Punk with blood dripping off my chin and collecting into my cupped hand.
Then, as soon as the orchestrated, final-boss-like music hit, the whole place erupted.
Roman appeared right away, which he never does. He always waits in the gorilla for a good fifteen-to-twenty seconds, preparing for his segment and giving me a quick kiss before heading out.
But this time, he was out there right away with the pace of a man who was not there to have a friendly talk. His carefully composed expression was gone. He didn't drip with that controlled, Tribal Chief persona. This was something much deeper.
He slid right into the ring, dodging Punk's weak attempt of a punch and instead spearing him straight into the mat. The ring bounced underneath me, doing anything but helping the arising headache. I shifted myself against one of the bottom turnbuckles, still catching blood as it smeared all over my face and spilled between my lips.
Thankfully, the metallic-y taste of blood never bothered me.
Roman absolutely snapped on Punk, raining down a series of lefts and rights. His biceps strained against the tight sleeves of his white shirt as he fisted the neckline of Punk's sweatshirt. Roman yanked him hard, jerking the limp man below.
I couldn't fully see Roman's expression, as his jet black hair fell beautifully like a tent over his face. But as soon as he started yelling, I could just picture how he looked.
"You think you can put your hands on my wife? HUH?"
Punch.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK SHIT ABOUT HER? NAH, YOU KEEP HER NAME OUT OF YOUR DAMN MOUTH."
I breathed in through my mouth, which was the only place where oxygen could painlessly be inhaled through. I gathered a mixture of saliva and blood in my mouth, spitting it out on the ground next to me.
I totally expected Roman to absolutely destroy Punk, but he finished things off by tossing him over the top rope, then throwing his title out after. He didn't even wait to meet Punk's gaze before he turned around, eyes on my poor, sticky self sitting in the corner of the ring with a broken nose.
He crossed the ring in three long strides, kneeling himself down in front of me so his eyes were closer to my line of vision. His handsâso impossibly gentleâran along the outside of my arms and down the side of my neck.
"I'm here. Don't move." Roman spoke lowly, only the cameras being able to pick it up. My eyes fluttered, catching a streak of my blood along the side of his fingers. When I looked up at his face, it looked like he didn't give a single ounce of care.
"I'm fine." I muttered, finally being handed a towel by one of the referees that made their way to the ring to stop the fight from evolving into a full on brawl. Roman took it straight out of my hand and replaced it with one of his own hands while softly cleaning me up. I watched him so carefully as he stroked the towel along my mouth and neck. I saw the way his lip curled as he probably still had the picture of me getting my nose busted up by his WrestleMania opponent.
My hand found his knee, rubbing gentle circles along the fabric of his black sweatpants. He removed the towel slowly as the bleeding stopped, examining my face that was still stained red. He exhaled slowly, totally ignoring Punk's presence outside of the ring as he hesitantly leaned forward and brushed his forehead against mine.
"You scared me," he said so quietly. No one except for me could have possibly heard it over the noise of everything. I swallowed the heaviness down my throat.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Don't," Roman started, stroking my hair ever so softly, "You don't need to apologize."
I felt myself slowly fall into his arms, and Roman had no problem collecting me up in them. He held me against his warm chest, his heart beating rapidly in my ear. The ends of his wet hair tickled my skin as he hugged me close and stared at Punk who was escaping up the ramp.
"I still technically won that fight," I mumbled against him, lightening the mood when his soft chuckle filled my ears. Roman's hand worked soft circles along my back as he subtly kissed the crown of my head.
"Yes, you did. But next time, leave it to me, okay?"
I lifted my chin, seeking warmth in those dark brown eyes that I love so damn much.
"Yeah, probably a good idea." I replied while touching my tender, swollen nose while totally relaxing in the arms of a man that I know will pay Punk for what happened tonight.
SUMMARY: you're struggling to write an intimate scene in your novel, and Jey offers more than just words of advice... (first person POV)
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
18+ CONTENT
My ass was numb from how long I've been glued to this chair. My head was perched on my hand, my fingers flicking my pen up and down as I stared at the blank document in front of me. It's been two hours. Two hours, and I haven't gotten through a single paragraph. My head was throbbing, signaling an oncoming migraine from how hard I've been trying to come up with somethingâanythingâfor my book.
I could never understand. How could authors write these intimate, sexual scenes that actually have the readers' stomach blossom with butterflies? How do they know what words to use to have the readers' heart fluttering? How do they create such sensual dialogue between the characters that has my whole body racking with shivers?
That's something I have yet to know.
I groaned softly, closing my laptop and dropping my pen on my desk. I slouched forward, covering my eyes with my sweaty hands. I could feel my brain slowly starting to fry by the passing second. Mumbled laughter and talking came from across the house. I've been so caught up in my writing that I totally forgot about the sheer amount of college boys out in my backyard. The sound was bearable, due to the fact my older brother, who is a junior in college, always has his friends over to hang out.
Normally when they have all been over, I'd be in the kitchen peeking out the window or pretending to read a book out in the backyard just so I could peek at one of my brother's friends. Jey was the only boy who caught my eye out of the whole friend group. Sure, his twin brother Jimmy was not bad looking at all, but my attraction to Jey, who is one of the only single friends, has always been there. We've had our fair share of talks, and every time, it seemed easier and easier to make a conversation flow.
But today, I haven't seen him at all, since my body refused to take a break from writing until now. My head ached, my back ached, my ass ached, everything ached.
Pushing my chair away from my desk, I stood up and walked out of my room. I made my way towards the kitchen, craving a nice cool glass of water to ease the arising headache. I headed to the cupboard next to the refrigerator, rising to my tip toes to grab a glass. The tips of my fingers slowly slid a glass to the edge, then fell into my hands. My heart dropped as the cup almost shattered to its death on the counter.
"Careful, mama,"
A silent gasp rose up my throat at the sudden noise, my toes turning me around. Jey stood there, elbows leaning against the counter, a towel slung around his neck to collect the sweat dripping from his forehead. He wore a black tank and shorts, showing off his incredible body and perfect tattoos. His hat laid backwards on his head, his hair peaking out the back. Heat rose up my neck, and my lips would have turned up in a shy smile if it wasn't for the irritation nipping at me. I just sent one nod towards him, then turned on the faucet and filled up my glass.
"You good? What's with the grumpy face?" Jey then asked, pulling out a stool by the kitchen island and planting himself down like he lived here. I sighed heavily, turning off the faucet and taking a large, must-needed sip of water.
"Nothing. Just frustrated." I admitted, avoiding his eye sight as I swirled the water around in my cup. I could feel the heat of his gaze, and my insides couldn't ignore it no matter how hard I tried. I could hear the pads of his fingertips tap against the marble counter. It was as if I could hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to come up with something to say.
"With who?" He decided to ask. My eyes slowly gazed his way, then closed as I shook my head at his question.
"It's not someone. It's something." I replied, taking another sip of water as nonchalantly as possible knowing Jey was right there. My mind went straight back to the struggle of writing my first ever sex scene, and irritation bubbled in my stomach. I couldn't come up with the words to describe the moment between the two characters. How do you describe the feeling of the lead-up? The makeout session? The clothing removal? The actual intercourse? The aftercare? Everything about it bothered me. It's like my own story was mocking me with the complexity of it all.
"Can I ask what's botherin' ya?" Jey spoke up what seemed like five minutes later. "You've been staring at the wall for a few minutes, so maybe talkin' 'bout it might settle what's goin' on in yo pretty head?"
Oh... so it has been a few minutes.
Ignoring his normal, flirtatious banter, my exasperation started to spill out to the person I've never thought I would share my problems with. "I... I'm writing this book, and I can't write this scene. For the life of me, I couldn't even come up with three sentences. Other authors have the most perfect ways of writing, and I can't come up with anything. It's fuckin' me up!"
I chugged down the rest of my water, not even looking to see Jey's reaction on his face as I walked around the kitchen island and towards my room. Just as I approached the main hallway, a sudden presence appeared behind me, grabbing my arm and halting my movements. Heat shot up my arm, and I looked back to see Jey standing there, his eyes locked down on me.
"You didn't even give me a chance to respond, ma." He said in the softest voice I'd ever heard from him. I crossed my arms in front of my chest once he let go of my arm.
"I didn't expect a response." I spoke, my voice slightly shaky from his presence. He was so close. I could smell his cologne lingering off his body, despite his sweaty state. I could feel his heat radiating off his body. It felt like I could feel him. "Th-there's nothing really to say."
"Oh, really?" He grinned, leaning against the wall behind him and copying my stance with his arms. His biceps flexed grandly at the small movement, which immediately caught my eye. By the way he looked down at me when I looked up at his eyes, I knew that he caught me staring. "Tell me what youâre try'na write and lemme see if I can help."
The word "no" screamed at me the second the offer was out there. There was absolutely no way I was going to have my brother's friend, also someone I kind of considered my friend, help me write an explicit, sexual scene.
"Yeah, that won't be necessary." I mumbled, heading a few steps down the hall and back into my room. I could hear his footsteps close behind me, following me all the way down to my room. I plopped down on my bed, propping a few pillows on top of each other and resting my head down. I looked over at Jey, who was leaning against my door frame with the slightest look of confusion but amusement planted in his expression.
"Why won't it be necessary? A little bit of help won't hurt'cha."
"Jey..." I groaned, reaching my arm out and grabbing my laptop off the desk adjacent to my bed. I flipped it open, the bright screen flashing in my face. "Sorry if this hurts your soft, fragile feelings, but I don't think you can help me with this scene."
"Oh-" He snickered, taking slow, taunting steps into my room. My breaths became faster the closer he got. He stopped next to me, seating himself down on my mattress like he didn't have a care in the world. "-Is that a challenge?"
I scoffed, my eyes staying glued to the fluorescence of my screen. "Not at all. I'm just stating what I think is the truth." I replied honestly, toning down the attitude in my voice as I had no impression of making him feel bad. I just couldn't see him helping me with this. It's something I think I need to figure out on my own.
"Y/N," he started, shifting his body to face towards me. That tiny smirk was still there, but not as jokingly as the other smirks I've seen him wear. "Just lemme see if I can help you. Tell me what your story is about, and we can go from there."
The hue of my cheeks rose at the thought of telling Jey exactly what I needed help writing. If anything, Jey probably knew a lot more than me at this stuff. There's tons of girls who would love to get in his pants, and I wouldn't be surprised if he took them up on any of their requests.
I blew air through my lips, running my hand down my face as embarrassment crept up my back. "Just... don't make this weird." I spoke lowly, hesitantly bringing my eyes back up to meet him. Jey's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers adjusting his glistening chain around his neck.
"I'll only make it weird if it needs to be." He replied, his hands resting behind his head as he leaned against my charcoal-painted wall. That did almost nothing to boost my confidence in telling him about my troubles. But, letting out a shaky sigh, I tell him anyway.
"I-I'm making a friends to lovers book-" I started, refusing to make direct eye contact as I continued telling the plot. "-and the girl just confessed her feelings to him after she declined a once in a lifetime opportunity that required moving far away. She went to see him at his last football game instead, and decided to stay closer because she didn't want to leave him. Now, he invited her back to his place, and they're supposed to have sex, but for the life of me, I can't write it!"
Painful silence sliced through the room after my ridiculous ranting. I risked embarrassment as I looked over to see Jey's face. I expected a weird look, or a disgusted one that screamed "why the hell are you writing this shit?" But instead, I was met with a calm face, and eyes that told me he was listening to the whole thing and was actually thinking about it.
"Alright..." He started, sitting up straighter on my bed. "So, what part are you havin' trouble with? Like... the actual sex part or what?"
My heart thundered at the sheer uncomfortableness I was in. But a small part of me was thankful for Jey making this not as awkward as it could've been.
"Just..." I paused, completely unknowing of how to explain this to him. "I guess... everything? From the kiss in the beginning to the aftermath. I can't come up with anything. I don't understand how other authors come up with the perfect words to describe the sheer intimateness and pleasure. It's like they know exactly what it's like, and they are writing down the words from experience. But that's the thing... I have no experience! I don't know what it feels like to be kissed so hard that it makes my head supposedly 'spin.' I don't know what it feels like to have someone I... I like removing my clothes and making love to me. I don't know what it feels like to be held in my partnerâs arms after having the most insane orgasm of my life! I don't know anything and it's frustrating!"
Out of breath from babbling my words out as quickly as possible, I looked over at Jey. His eyes widened slightly, surprise glistening in his features.
"You never had sex before?"
Of course, that was the question he asked. It was too embarrassing to admit to him. Admit that I am a virgin and have absolutely zero bodies. It made me feel almost pathetic. I shook my head the slightest bit as a response.
"No." I whispered under my breath.
I didn't miss the way Jey's eyes fell, the way his jaw seemed to have tensed. He fiddled with his fingers, every second going by adding a weight on my shoulders.
"Well, I- uh, I can see why you are havin' trouble. I do think having that experience would definitely be easier, but it's not impossible if you don't. Uh, just try focusing one part at a time. Try not to worry about, uh, later parts of the scene, just try focusing on one thing. Like... first try writing the kiss. Focus on the intimacy of that before moving on."
"But I can't even do that!" I interrupted, my mouth moving faster than my mind. "Believe it or not, I haven't even had my first kiss yet, Jey. So I guess I'm really stuck in a shit position here, aren't I?"
Jey's head whipped towards me, surprise planted on his features. He lifted his hands up off his lap. "Holla, holla, holla... you ain't even had yo' first kiss yet?"
Shaking my head, I close my laptop with a little more force than necessary, the screen making a loud snap against the keyboard. I tossed it on the pillow next to me, using my hands to massage my throbbing temples.
"I know.... pathetic, right?"
"No,"
Jey's reaction caught me right off guard, my gaze turning over to him. He was leaning back against the wall, his hands resting on either side of him as his eyes captured mine.
"What?" A shudder of a whisper left my mouth.
"It ain't pathetic. Jus' means you haven't found an opportunity to. Ain't no biggie."
Frustration bubbling in my core, not only because of the complications of writing this book, but something else too. I let out a long sigh, my eyes drifting out to the window by my bed.
"But Y/N..."
Jey's deep voice caused my breath to hitch. I turned to him, his eyes seeming to be a darker shade. His jaw was tensed ever so slightly. He looked poised, but also fixated. Goosebumps crawled up my arms while his silence filled the room for a few moments.
"You got an opportunity right now."
No questions were needed, because I knew exactly what he meant with those seven words. Tingles ran up my spine, my insides warming up with senses that I don't even know how to describe. Jey's hand found my face, his palm planted softly against my cheek. My heart started racing, my breath quickening. Just this feeling of him touching me felt like all too much to take.
But I wanted more...
God, I wanted more.
Taking my hands and grabbing both ends of the towel around his neck, I pulled him down towards me, crashing his lips with mine. His mouth started working right away, his hand slithering through my hair as he kissed me hard and hot. I finally now understand why authors say that their character's heads' 'spin.'
My head was totally spinning.
Jey's hands found their way under my shirt, slowly and painfully making their way up towards the hem of my bra. He grasped my sides, pushing me down to my back so he could tower himself over me. Needless to say, our lips never separated one centimeter.
A low sound rumbled from Jey's throat as he kissed me, the sound going right from my ears all the way down to my core. The neediest part of my body grew warm, and I was unable to stay still. My arms were all around Jey, from his face to his arms to his back. He was everywhere. I wanted him everywhere.
He pulled back, giving us both a moment to catch our breaths from our rabid kissing. His breath was heavy, the heat cascading over my face.
"Jey-"
"You want it?" He asked forcefully, his breaths coming in hot and heavy. His hips dipped down slightly, giving me a good feel of how erect I've made him in a matter of seconds. It was the hottest, sexiest feeling ever.
My nails trailing up his back and resting on his broad, muscular shoulders, a pathetic whimper left my mouth.
"I-I do."
"I'll go easy," He whispered, dipping his head to place one soft kiss on my swollen lips. His fingertips dragged with such softness down my arms, causing shivers to rack my body. "I'll go slow, mama. Anythin' you want, I'll give."
Words got caught in my throat, but that didn't stop me from nodding my head. My hands found the neckline of his tank, giving the slightest tug which gave Jey the hint right away. His hands drew away from under my shirt, coming up to his own and tugging his tank off his head, tossing it somewhere in my room. His eyes met mine, desire etched in his contact as he slowly pushed my shirt higher and higher up my body. I assisted, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it over by Jeyâs.
âSo damn prettyâŚâ he murmured, placing soft but powerful kisses from my pubic bone all the way to my lips. Every second that went by, I seemed to get more crazed. I needed him so badly.
Clothes were removed in no time. Jeyâs hands ran along my body like I was the most beautiful piece of art in the world. My hands dug into his back as he kissed me everywhere.
I was heavily under the influence. I was under the influence of a man named Jey Uso.
My complications of writing my novel were far out the window by the time Jey knelt himself down before me. He pulled my body towards the end of the bed, his hot breath cascading over my greedy little pussy. His hands gripped my hips softly, silently assuring me as he leaned down and kissed my clit.
My head immediately fell back onto the bed, a soft whimper escaping my mouth. Jeyâs hands started to rub circles against my hot skin as he used his tongue so skillfully. At that moment, I had to thank the girls heâs done this to before to experience how perfect he is at eating out a womanâs pussy.
âJeyâŚ. oh my god that feels so good.â I slurred, grinding my hips against Jeyâs face as his tongue danced around, lapping and slurping me up.
âYou âbouta cum?â He asked, his baritone voice vibrating against my swollen, sensitive skin. I mumbled a cry from beneath my closed lips, my legs slowly starting to thrash in his hold. The sensation was becoming too much, but a part of me wanted it to last forever.
I felt myself right at the very edge, threatening to crash over, right before Jeyâs touch dissipated. My eyes fluttered open, finding Jeyâs body positioning over mine, one hand finding the side of my face while the other one held his hard cock against my wet heat.
I pulled Jey down, kissing him as a silent way to tell him to just fuck me already.
I moaned loudly against his mouth as he pushed into me slowly, letting me adjust to every single inch of him. The feeling of him filling me up was so much to take in, also adding the fact that the man who Iâve had the biggest, fattest, giddiest crush on was taking my virginity.
âMore,â I whispered, my grip tightening. âI need more.â
Jeyâs hips settled at a faster but controlled rhythm, his hips snapping fast and retracting slowly. He kissed me hard, still keeping the mind-blowing rhythm without missing a beat. A tight, coiling sensation built in my stomach, my whole body turning to fire.
âJey⌠Jey!â I cried out holding himself close as my first ever orgasm crashed over me like a fucking tsunami. Jey whispered praises in my ear, his thrusts calming down as I rode out my own orgasm. I could tell he was on the brink of his by the way he started heavily panting and his cock twitching inside of me. I rubbed my hand against my face, catching his attention as I looked dead into his eyes.
âGive it to me. I know youâre close.â
I had no idea what came over me, but I was talking like I knew what the hell I was doing. Profanity bolted out of Jeyâs mouth, his hips snapping against mine rapidly for the most mind-blowing thirty seconds of my life before he pulled out.
He sat up on his knees, soft roars and pants leaving his mouth as he pumped his cock hard, which soon shot strings of his cum onto my lower stomach. I blushed extremely hard, not only because I just lost my v-card, but because I made this big, masculine man lose control and come like a mad man.
I was so hooked on that feeling. It made me feel like I won some great award for making his guy fall apart for me.
As Jey slowly calmed his breaths, his chin tilted down at me. I couldnât do anything else but smile, so overwhelmed by the events that occurred.
âThat wasââ
âFucking amazing.â I finished the sentence for him, my body splayed across the mattress of my bed like I just paralyzed myself from the neck down. The most sincere smile grew on Jeyâs puffy lips, his fingertips grazing gently over my sweaty skin.
âIâll go get some towels, and youââ he leaned forward, brushing my hair away from my forehead. ââyou are gonna use your pretty lilâ head and write the best damn fuck-scene in your life.â
I laughed, my heart beating out of my chest as Jey placed one soft, lingering kiss on my lips before standing up and heading into the walk-in bathroom and take care of me after the most amazing, eye-rolling sex we just shared.
Andâjust like Jey said,â I finished the whole scene before the end of the day, which consisted of retracing every moment Jey and I shared.
Turns out⌠Iâm not bad at writing smut at all.
SUMMARY: a downpour during a five hour roadtrip has you stuck in a car with the OTC, which ends up with both of you sharing a vulnerable moment.
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"You mind if I turn on some music?" Roman asked, pointing towards the hard unit on the dashboard. You popped your bottom lip out, shaking your head while tucking your knees up onto the car seat to position yourself more comfortably.
"Nah, I don't care." You replied, digging your phone out of your pocket. If he would've asked that question two years ago, you would've absolutely said no, but you've gotten used to his music taste. You actually started growing fond of it, which Roman took as a win-win.
You laid your head against the shoulder of the car seat, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. But you ended up having to put it down once you started seeing comments posted about you online. Sure, you had a nice fanbase that loved you and defended you against the haters, but it still didn't take away the brutal feeling of reading those impudent comments which compared you to others.
But the comments that really got you thinking were the ones people made about you not getting what you deserved. Sure, you've been in the company since 2016, but you never won a major achievement like the Money in the Bank, the Royal Rumble, or the Elimination Chamber. You never had a world championship reign that lasted over 50 days. You haven't been having televised matches as frequently as other women, and tonight after being pulled from the match card due to making room for another promo, you started agreeing with everyone.
It was pitch black outside, no street lights glowing over the dark backroads we were driving through. Rain fell down onto the windshield, creating noise in the otherwise silent car. You and Roman were making a roadtrip to the next show location, which was a good five hour drive.
You haven't talked nearly as much as you normally do. Usually you would be the first to grab the aux cable and blast your type of music. But tonight, everything was off, and Roman noticed right away.
The rain grew heavier by the passing minute; and not even two minutes later, it was pouring rain. You turned off your phone, eyes lifting up to look at Roman as he gradually reduced his speed. His knuckles were turning white, and his eyes were locked on the road that didn't even look visible anymore.
"Fuck..." He cursed, checking his rearview mirror to see if anyone was behind him before slowing the car down even more. We were going a solid twenty miles an hour, and the road was still impossible to see.
"Wanna pull over? I can't even see the road."
Roman didn't even turn to look at me. He didn't want to risk taking his eye off the road for a moment. A long sigh left his lips as the car slowly veered right, stopping to a halt. You stared at the windshield as the wipers were going a thousand miles a minute. The interior of the car was only lit up by the dashboard screen.
"Welp," Roman huffed out, relaxing his body and crossing his arms over his chest. Even with the amount of vision, you still stared at his insanely-built arms with the tattoos you couldn't make out.
"Sorry you gotta be stuck in a car with me, O-T-C," you joked, but your voice was empty. You could feel the stare of Roman against the side of your face.
"I wouldn't have even let you be my travel buddy if I didn't want to possibly get stuck in a car, plane, or anything with you."
You smiled, but didn't have the energy to laugh like you usually do. Instead, you just nodded and turned your head, looking out the window. Roman's car seat creaked underneath him as he shifted his body, facing your way. You chanced a glance his way, finding him sitting there like a real king on his throne, even though we were in some old, trashy rental car. He gave off final boss vibes to everyone, but you were able to see past his rough exterior.
Roman then spoke, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the pouring rain smacking against the windshield, "you've been off. You've been acting off all day. What's goin' on?"
You and Roman were close enough that if something was bugging either one of you, you wouldn't mind telling each other. But what was on your mind at the moment seemed like something you didn't want him knowing much it has been affecting you.
But when you saw those strong, sincere eyes looking at you, you couldn't stand your ground against the pressure. You didn't want to.
You sighed. "I'm... I'm struggling, Roman."
Roman sat up straighter, immediately turning down the volume to the 2000s R&B playing through the speakers. Most people fold under his attention, but you had no problem. It made you feel almost safe, like you had another added layer of protection. He didn't speak, giving you the option to tell him what had you under weather the past few weeksânot just today.
You ran your hand through your hair, eyes returning to the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. "Have you ever felt like you aren't enough?"
Roman's reaction was almost non-existent, but it was there. You noticed the way his shoulders tightened and the way he slightly dipped his chin. The sounds of the rain pouring down seemed to have faded away.
You continued under the weight of his silence. "Have you ever felt like you've been overlooked, or not taken seriously? I've been in this company for ten years, and I feel like I haven't been given anything for my hard work. I'm losing these amazing opportunities, I'm being compared to other women on the roster who haven't been wrestling for over half of the time I've been here. At this point, I'm questioning if I even belong."
You sniffed, blinking away the tears threatening to pool your eyes. "Am I just being selfish? Am I even making any senseâ"
Your lips shut instantly when you felt the warmness of Roman's palm rest on top of yours. The gesture wasn't meant to be intimate, rather it was meant to calm you. His hand rested there to let you know you weren't alone.
"I know... all too well what that feels like."
Your breaths shuddered from holding back a possible breakdown. "You do?"
Roman faced forward, but he never pulled his hand away. It's like he could sense how his comfort was helping. His eyes turned towards the windshield still being punched on by the rain, and his whole body relaxed as traced back his thoughts from years ago.
"There was a pretty good chunk in my career that I asked myself the same thing. Sure, I came up to the main roster with Seth and Mox, but after that, I feel like things went to shit. The fans didn't like me. Hellâthey hated me. I've just learned over time how to handle the fans. But it can hurt your feelings sometimes. There were so many times I questioned what the hell I was doing wrong. There were times I was fingertips away from walking out of the company and telling everyone to just forget about me."
You looked over at him, eyes soft on the man who had so much hidden away behind his masculine, unbreakable persona. You were so focused on him that you didn't even notice his fingers started tracing small circles on your skin.
"I tried everything. I accepted matches that had high-stake stipulations like hell in a cell matches and elimination chamber matches, but the crowd still rebelled against me. I kept constantly trying to prove myself. I kept trying to live up to everyone's expectations. But I learned that doing that doesn't do anything to help."
"What do you do?" You whispered, eyes fixated on his sharp features from his side profile. You found it impressive that someone could have such an attractive side profile. He inhaled deeply, his chest popping out as he shifted in his seat.
"I stopped caring about what people thought. I stopped trying to prove that I could be the best. Instead, I just started being myself. It took a while, but everything ended up fitting into place."
You didn't even realize that you placed your free hand on top of his until it became silent. You were so caught up in his words. You had absolutely no idea that this manâwho now is the face of WWE and can cut promos that will get millions of viewsâhad such a low moment in his career that went on for years.
The rain was still pouring, but it definitely slowed down a bit. You nodded your head once, biting the inside of your lip. Roman sighed loudly over the rain, turning his head back over to you.
"I never told anyone that." He confessed, looking straight into your eyes. Your heart started pounding hard, your mouth becoming bone-dry. He continued before you even had a chance to say anything. "But you're easy to talk to, and I wanted you to know that you are not alone. This... our jobs..." He circles his free hand in between us, "people don't know the kinda shit we go through. They don't know the stress that's put on our shoulders. So it's normal to just... feel like you're not doing shit right. But you are doing everything right, but just be yourself. Don't act like you are fit to be champ. Go out to that ring and say the shit you wanna say. If you don't want to throw the first punch, just don't."
You licked your lips, the softest smile breaking out on your lips.
"Okay," you replied, confidence increasing slowly but surely. "Thank you, I really needed that."
"No need to thank me. Just know you can always talk to me, sounds good?"
"Yeah."
You looked out the front window, realizing the downpour completely stopped. It was silent, and you watched as the remaining rain droplets raced down the windshield.
"Before we get going, can I ask one more thing?"
Roman pursed his lips, nodding his head. When you lifted your hand, he slowly pulled his own back and rested it on the steering wheel. "Yeah, go ahead."
You wanted nothing more than to be sitting next to Roman, helping him prepare for the biggest match of his career. He was going up against a legend; a viper.
But instead, you were tucked away in one of the locker rooms, hiding yourself from The Authority like a fucking pussy.
You hated feeling that way, but you had no idea what to do. You haven't given Seth an answer about joining The Authority, and you had to give him an answer by tonight. You had no idea when or how you were going to break the news, but the thought of it kept you hidden away.
You watched all of the matches from backstage, holding your breath every time you heard footsteps nearing towards the door. You blew out a long breath once you heard the footsteps descend.
But while you were sitting in the back, you had no idea that a certain someone was riding around backstage, needing you.
Roman told himself over and over that he was going to be fine, but his thoughts werenât nearly as effective as your words.
He checked around every corner, in the gorilla, in catering, but he couldnât find you. He felt his palms get clammy, perspiration dribbling on the back of his neck that didnât have to do anything with physical exertion.
âWhere is she?â Roman demanded, his voice so low that made Dean stand up straighter. His shoulders shrugged up as he shook his head once.
âI donât know, man. I havenât seen her all evening.â
Roman cursed under his breath, rubbing the back of his palm across his forehead. He felt the weight of your absence hit him harder than he expected. In that moment, he didn't care who he asked, or who heard him ask where you were.
It took a long while. It took Roman entering over a dozen of different rooms backstage before the door to the locker room you were hiding in bursted open. You jumped at the sudden noise, your breath halting as you took in Roman's massive frame. His chest was rising and falling heavily, the palms of his hands shiny from perspiration. You immediately stood up, keeping a good distance from the man who has made you think absurdly the past numerous weeks.
âRo-â
âWhere the hell have you been?â He cut you off smoothly, running a hand through his drenched, beautiful hair. You parted your lipsâkeen on giving him an answerâbut nothing left your mouth. You closed them when Romanâs voice dominated the room, echoing off the walls. âIâve been looking all over for you.â
âIâve been in here.â You answered, your voice soft and shaky as you looked up at the large man before you. You felt shivers rack up your whole spine by his dark eyes on you alone.
âWhy the hell have you been back here? In the locker room no one is using? You canâtâŚâ Roman started, pausing for a moment to choose his next words carefully. âYou canât just go off disappearing like that.â
âIâm not always going to be available, Roman. Iâm not going to magically poof next to your side when you are looking for me.â
Something was off, and you knew it. Itâs been like this for several weeks, really ever since Sethâs first interaction with you backstage. You were too caught up in your own shit and feelings that you didnât recognize that Roman recognized your shift in behavior.
âWhy are you looking for me?â You chanced the question, watching Romanâs body go tense for a slight moment. His eyes drifted away from yours for a second, and it seemed as if you could hear the gears turning in his head.
âI havenât seen you at all. You havenât been easy to find lately.â His eyes then reclaimed yours. âMy match is coming up. Donât know what kinda shit Seth and Randy have planned butâŚâ
You couldnât piece Roman together. You couldnât figure out why he was saying what he was saying. You couldnât figure out why he looked so wrecked just âlooking for you.â It got its own gears turning in your head.
But what you could partially piece together was the look in his eyes. He carried himself in a domineering way, but you could tell something was holding him back. Something was getting to him, and from your interactions with him the past few months, you couldâve taken an educated guess as to what it may have been.
You sucked in a breath, holding his eye contact. âDonât think about shit could happen in the match.â
You swore you saw his shoulders relax as soon as you started to talk.
âThink about one thing at a time, with your main goal being to beat Randy Orton. This is the biggest match of your career, Roman. Youâve been dealing with The Authority for months, and now itâs finally time for you to show them that one or two little RKOs ainât gonna do shit to you.â
Romanâs eyes closed softly, as if he was soaking in every damn word you were saying. The thought had your insides tingling with heat and something else you couldnât put your finger on.
âIâll be back here. Iâll be watching. You know Dean got your back if shit starts happening like it has every damn week. Even Iââ
âYouâre not coming out.â Roman sucked the words right out of you as he cut you off once again. He paused, took a deep breath, and repeated the same thing with much more gentleness that you werenât ready for. âI donât want you coming out. At the end of the day, I canât make that decision for you, but please think before you do anything.â
"O-okay," was the only response you could come up with. You weren't used to this side of Roman. It made you feel almost...nice. It made you feel seen. Protected.
With one firm nod, Roman left the room, closing the door gently behind him.
Your eyes were glued to the monitor the entire match. Roman looked so powerful. He had that glimmer in his eyes that wasn't there when he came barging into the locker room you were in.
You had to admit that your breath was swooned away every time that damn camera man got a shot of Roman. Especially when his jet black hair was sprayed across his forehead as he breathed heavily. It made you need to close your eyes for a moment and recollect yourself.
There were so many times during the match where you held your breath longer than necessary, such as when Roman received an RKO. But to everyone's surpriseâand a little of yours, tooâhe kicked out. Your lips perked up at the sheer perseverance Roman had in him.
By the end of the match, Roman delivered a vicious spear to Randy, pinning him to the mat to get the win. Every person in the audience shot to their feet, hands up in the air cheering for his victory. A raspy chuckle-slash-gasp left your mouth as you watched Roman pop back up to his feet, soaking in the electric crowd cheering for him.
He stood up on the top turnbuckle, hitting his pose that showed every inch of his jacked arms and tribal tattoos. At that moment, he looked like himself again. Himself pre-shield betrayal. Hell, himself back when he dominated FCW for a while.
As soon as Roman hopped down from the turnbuckle, he turned around and was met with an RKO that you weren't expecting. You swore you saw Randy walking up the ramp, but he must've decided to turn around and show how much of a poor sport he was because he lost to Roman.
But before you knew it, Seth and Triple H were out there as well. You placed your hands on your forehead, a million thoughts and questions swirling around in your head.
Should I go out there? Even when Roman doesn't want me to?
Dean was out there in no time, putting up a fight against the man he had a match with earlier that night. But the numbers gameâof courseâ made everything go downhill. Your hands pulled into fists, your nails digging into your skin.
Randy and Triple H grabbed Dean, tangling his arms up in the ropes and holding him back. He was trapped. He couldn't go anywhere.
While Roman was down, Seth was outside of the ring, grabbing a steel chair from the timekeepers area. A silent gasp rose up your throat as Seth tossed the chair into the ring, following it right after. Roman was across the ring from Dean, gripping onto the bottom rope to help give him leverage.
Roman told you before to think before you acted, but that flew out the window once Seth gripped that steel chair with vengeance. You shot out of the locker room, The closest way out the ring was from the locker room tunnel, so that's exactly where you went. You maneuvered through the tunnel and the crowd quickly, some noticing you and giving pats on your back.
You hopped over the barricade in stealth, taking no hesitation as you slid through the ring. You didn't know what was going to happen once you got into the squared circle. Was Seth going to stop? Was he going to demand an answer out of you?
Was he going to hit you?
The only thing you thought was that you were giving Seth your answer.
You jumped in between Seth and Roman, clinging yourself down against Roman's vest. Your hands clung to his sweaty shoulders. Your head hung down against his shoulder blades.
And not even a second later, scorching pain vibrating through your back, that was only covered by a thin black tank top. The crowd gasped.
You bit your teeth together, inhaling a painful breath through your nose as you melted slowly down to the mat. Your back was on fire. It was the worst damn chair shot you ever took in your life. No other diva has hit you with a steel chair as hard as Seth did, and the thought of that pained you. Not physically, though.
It pained you because that was what he was going to deliver to Roman.
Roman lifted his head slightly, confusion lingering in his facial features as he first looked left. When he turned his head to the right, he felt his whole world stop when he saw you on the mat, your head resting on the nearest bottom turnbuckle and clutching your back in agony. He pieced the whole situation together all too quickly, and he saw red.
He turned around, finding Seth holding the steel chair in his hand glaring right down at you. The thought of Seth hitting Roman flew right over Roman's head.
"What the hell did you do?" Roman questioned, his low, quiet voice held more animosity than any sort of yelling could hold. Seth stared blankly between you and Roman, sorting the pieces out himself. He turned back to Roman when he now yelled, "What the HELL did you do?!"
While Roman and Seth had a quick face-off moment, you rolled out of the ring, reaching your hand out to the barricade and leaning yourself up against it. You didn't even blink before Roman took Seth down the mat with a spear. He then delivered a right hand to Randy, which caused Triple H to release his hold on Dean. Dean was able to quickly untangle himself from the ropes, sending all members of The Authority that were in the ring right out of it.
You held one hand against your back; the other one clutched around your waist. Roman's eyes found you right away. You were already halfway up the ramp, you're lip trembling because the overwhelming emotions pent up inside of you. Roman's monstrous voice as he yelled at Seth was pinned in your head, replaying over and over.
You met Roman's eyes for a split moment, and that one little interaction held so much more than you knew at that moment.
The door to the trainers room bursted open, an agitated Roman appearing on the other side. The look he sent the trainer for a split second had him on his feet and out of the room. Roman shut the door behind him, eyes never leaving yours.
You breathed heavily, a bag of ice supported against your back with saran wrap that wrapped around your ribcage, right below your breasts. His eyes roamed over your body, like he was examining you from head to toe trying to find any sort of bruise, scratch... anything.
He deeply inhaled as if he was holding himself back from going off on you. Unease settled deep in your core when he stayed silent for a beat too long.
"Are you okay?" Was the first thing he asked. His voice had a hint of shakiness, something that wasn't common coming from him. You nodded right away.
"Yeah." You were barely able to get out. The intensity of his stare had you under some sort of unnerving spell.
"Good... now why the hell would you do that?
His voice grew louder at the question. He got the most important one out of the way, and now he needed to know why you went out there and risked your well-being to save Roman from a chair shot that he has taken numerous times in his career.
"I-I didn't want you getting hurt."
"You didn't want me getting hurt? I get hurt every fucking week, y/n! If it ain't physically, then it's emotionally. I'm willingly putting my body on the line to wrestle out there. You shouldn't be putting your body on the line for me."
"Roman." His name fell off your lips tremulously. He took long strides forward, your knees inches apart as he stood in front of you. Your hands gripped the edge of the trainer's table that you were sitting on, the leather material growing warm under the palms of your sweaty hands. You looked up at him, his hair now dried out with strands fizzed. His jaw was locked tight, veins popping out from his neck. You shuddered from below.
"Why would you do that?" He asked again, his voice so light and soft that it took a punch to your heart. "Why?"
You attempted to sit up taller, but Roman's presence made it hard to do anything other than touch him.
"Fine, Roman. You wanna know why? I took that chair shot because I couldn't stand the thought of you dragging yourself down again!"
You panted heavily, your breaths and the sound of the air conditioning the only thing that could be heard for that split moment. "I didn't want you taking that chair shot and going back to how you were. You didn't believe in yourself, Roman! You shut everyone out. You made yourself think you weren't worthy, when it's so far away from the truth. You are worthy. Tonight proves that! Andâ"
Your voice cracked over all of the feelings taking over. "âand I don't think I'll be able to handle you thinking about yourself that way again."
Roman was quiet for a long while, processing every word that left your mouth. He was absolutely stunned.
"B-but you can't do that." He replied lowly.
"Why? Why are you so mad? Why do you care so much?"
"Why do I care so much?" He repeated your question, running his fingers through his poofy hair; tangles getting caught in his fingers in the process. He went quiet, but his dark eyes told a whole damn story that you didn't know you were about to hear. "I care too much! That's the damn problem!"
Everything in your body seemed to have just stopped. Your breathing. Your mind. Your heart. The weight of his words caused a wreckage inside of you that didn't seem to destroy anythingâbut instead built something.
"I never wanted you to go out there because I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. This was never supposed to be your fight. But then it became yours, and I would be damned if you put your health on the line protecting me. And-and then you start saying shit to me before all my matches and promos, and it motivates me. It motivates me because you can fucking see me, y/n. You see me, you understand me. Yeah, it scared the shit out of me at first, but I realized that if you aren't there, I can't have your comfort with me. Yeah, maybe I'm being selfish, but in my family, when you care about someone, you protect them with every fiber in your being. That's what I'm doing."
It took you a long while to recognize that tears were flowing down your cheeks. His words hit you like a bullet to the heart. You had no idea he felt that way about you. You had no idea that you meant so much to him.
Roman stepped one more step closer, now standing in between your legs. He leaned down, his forehead resting on yours. The warmth from his touch sent flames throughout your veins. Your heart was beating faster than it ever has in your whole life.
"Don'tâ" Roman started, swallowing hard as he fought the words up his throat. "Don't ever do that again."
You pinched your lips together, nodding straight away. Your hands rose timidly, resting against his stubbled cheek. You craved his closeness. You craved him.
"Okay." You whispered right as he leaned even closer, his lips capturing yours like a claim. A whimper left your mouth at his touch, his hands gripping your hips to keep you close. He sat himself down on the bench, pulling you onto his lap while his lips moved skillfully against your tender own.
You hooked one arm around his neck, your other palm placed flat against his vest. He held you close, fingers digging into your sides as he parted your lips with his tongue. You happily invited him through, your hips starting to roll up against his thigh as you were desperate for any sort of friction.
Roman broke the kiss first, his hands leaving you momentarily as he fiddled with his vest. As soon as he unbuckled it, you shoved it off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere in the room.
You laughed against Romanâs lips as you heard something crash onto the concrete floor. The most genuine smile played on his face.
âOops.â You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek. Roman laughed once, but went straight back to claiming your lips. This time, it wasnât slow and vague. This time, his kiss was hot.
Dominating.
His hands were all over you: running down your arms, traveling along your back, grabbing fistfuls of your hair. The feeling was so overwhelmingly addictive, and you needed more.
He then found the seam of your plain tank top, gripping the fabric with his large hand. He lifted his chin up, his dark eyes piercing your own. You knew he was double checking if you really wanted this.
And, God, you wanted it more than ever.
You swept your fingers through his hair, applying light pressure on the back of his to guide him closer. He quickly pulled your tank top over your head, tossing it alongside his vest and whatever shattered on the ground earlier. He then gripped the saran wrap around your ribs, ripping it with ease and letting the ice fall to the ground.
His fingers crawled up your stomach, disappearing underneath your bra as he gently rubbed your hardened nipple between his fingers. He pulled down the flexible fabric of your bra with his free hand, letting your beast pop out from its support. He wasted no time lowering his mouth, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your nipple.
Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. Your hand gripped his gorgeous black hair even tighter, your other hand clawing at his massive biceps.
âRoman.â You breathed his name out, your nails started to dig into his skin. He worked so well, exchanging between kisses, licks, and slight nibbles on your sensitive skin.
âLetâs get this off, baby.â
Roman easily pulled the bra over your head, and you only assisted by lifting your arms up and sliding them out. His lipsâalso your nipplesâglistened under the luminous light that brightened the entire room. He pulled you back closer, recapturing your lips like two minutes was too long to go without your lips on his.
Your hands found their way to each of his pectorals, pressing against the hard muscle that no one knew how much work and dedication it took for him to appear this way. You felt every indent in his skin as your fingers fluttered over his abs. His breath was hot against your mouth as you reached between both of you, barely able to palm him through his cargo pants. You whimpered softly as you kept your hips moving.
You swiftly undid his belt, craving to get even more access to the part of him that you didnât really want to admit that you dreamt about one too many times. You pushed your weight up off Romanâs lap as he quickly worked his pants off, then lowered back down when he was comfortably seated.
âOh my godâŚâ you breathed, now being able to feel the hardness of Romanâs erection through his boxers. Romans breaths grew heavier as he guided your hips to keep grinding his leg.
âStroke it.â Roman growled lowly, and you had no problem complying. You stroked him softly through the fabric separating your bare skin from his bare cock. His fingers found their way under your spandex shorts, toying around with the hottest, neediest part of you through the own fabric of your panties. You gasped louder this time, rubbing his cock even harder.
âFuck, yes. Keep going, honey.â Roman continued, which honestly blew you away because there was no way to be able to form a coherent sentence with this amount of pleasure dominating you.
You snuck your way under the fabric that was holding you back. You wrapped your palm around Romanâs erect cock. Your fingertips couldnât even touch each other as you gripped him, slowly starting to pump. Your lips popped open even more when you found out first hand how big he was.
Roman kissed your cheek, your lips, your chin, your neck⌠everywhere while his fingers still toyed around your clit. You leaned your body against his hot own, pressing your lips against his hair as you rode his fingers. You gripped your hands against his head, your fingers tangling through his curly strands.
He guided you to your back, hovering over you as you stared up at the powerful man above you. His hands ran along your sides down your legs, in between them as well. He peeled your shorts off without breaking eye contact, which had you even more wet and desperate for him.
"Look at you," He whispered softly, eyes drinking in your frame below him. One hand was splayed on your hip while the other one toyed you through your soaking panties. "Already so wet for me."
You pinched your lips together, muffled moans trapped inside your mouth as he played with you even more. He peeled your panties off next; now laying bare for him.
"Roman," you moaned. Hearing his name come out of your mouth had his cock twitch inside of his boxers, desperate to fill you up.
"Spread your legs," He softly demanded, fingertips pressed on the insides of your kneecaps. You immediately obliged, pulling your knees apart and showing all of yourself to him. He groaned lowly, the sound making your stomach flutter and pussy pulse. He shifted himself back, grabbing both your thighs with his large hands. You felt his hot breath cascade off your cunt, causing whines to spill from your lips.
"So pretty. Can I taste this pretty little pussy, y/n?"
You impatiently shifted around, your fingers gripping the edge of the table once again. "Yes. Yes...please."
Roman couldn't hold back any longer, flicking his tongue out and licking a slow, languid stroke from the bottom to the top. He kissed your clit with such gentleness, igniting every nerve in your body. You moaned louder than you wanted, but the sensation was so overwhelmingly amazing. "Good girl, let me hear you."
The heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hands gripping your thighs, his deep voice praising youâit was too much to take. He built your orgasm for you, his mouth working relentlessly while smoothly sliding two fingers into your hole. You could hear how wet you were as he started pumping his fingers while his tongue flicked around your swollen bundle of nerves. Your moans continued, your body thrashing.
"Oh my god, Roman. Please... I need toâ"
"I know, honey." He spoke between his hot strokes. He pumped faster, his tongue joining his fingers as his nose brushed against your clit. You threw your head back, gripped his hair so hard your knuckles beamed white. "Give it to me. Go for it, baby."
Your orgasm crashed down on you like an avalanche, lips popping open as Roman pulled out his fingers and rubbing ruthlessly against your pussy. You felt your essence soak your inner thighs, which Roman licked up right away. You have never orgasmed like that in your life, and god...
You needed more.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your legs dangling off the sides of the table like every bone in your body disintegrated. Roman looked up at you from where he was still in between your legs, his lips and beard glistening with you.
"Roman," you whispered as he pushed himself back up over you. Your hands found each side of his head, your thumbs running lazy circles on his stubbled cheek. His eyes were dark as he looked down on you. He looked possessive, and you lived for the look.
"What do you want?" He asked, his voice so low it sent a visible shiver down your body. Your mouth watered as you glanced down, now fiddling with the elastic waistband of his boxers. You slowly pulled them down, eyes falling from his own down to his cock that sprung out from being held hostage. You moaned just at the sight, wrapping one of your hands around his girthy length.
"I wantâ" you started, your cheeks flaring just thinking about telling Roman you so badly wanted to suck his cock. It was right in front of your eyes, glistening with precum and looking like a full course meal.
You felt Roman's fingers under your chin, soon tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You folded under his gaze, pumping him ever harder.
"Talk to me. Tell me what you want."
You rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum around his head. You saw the way he locked his jawâholding himself back from verbally exclaiming something. But you didn't miss the quiet grunts that left his mouth as you continued giving him a handjob.
"I wanna taste." You whispered, sitting yourself up to your knees which forced Roman to stand up fully. It gave you the perfect view of all of him.
His lip twitched upward. "You want a taste, huh? You wanna suck my cock, sweet girl?"
You nodded, leaning forward and placing one kiss on his tattooed pectoral before traveling down. You kissed all the way down to his cock, your tongue darting out to lubricate the tool you'd need to bring Roman over the edge.
You kissed the head softly, hands still working him as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock. You felt him twitch in your hand as soon as your tongue got its first taste. He groaned, low and manly, and you craved hearing him. Hearing his sounds. His sounds of pleasure.
You took him into your mouthâjust the head. Your tongue swirled around the hot skin of him, breathing in his scent that was so uniquely him. He groaned instantly, creating an addictive tune with his raspy sounds.
"Fuck. So good... so good baby." His praise was immediate, forcing your thighs to clench together. You took more of him, opening your mouth wider and taking as much of his large cock as possible. You felt his girth sliding along the roof of your mouth and against your tongue, his tip so close to kissing the back of your throat. Your cheeks hollowed around him, sucking him harder and drawing him deeper.
You would've never guessed that Roman was the verbal type, but now you figured out first hand how wrong you were. If it wasn't a groan, it was a grunt, a pant, or a praise that had you trembling.
"Look at you, taking me so deep already." His words are thick, pleasurable. One hand grabbed his hip for stability while the other cupped his balls gently, rubbing them softly in your hands. Your back hollowed as he slid across the back of your throat, saliva coating almost every inch of him. He wasn't fully seated in your mouth and you didn't know if you could take any more.
You were so hungry. Not just for his lengthy, delicious dick, but for his sounds, his touch, the feeling of you giving him this pleasure. You sucked him harder, your tongue dancing around his skin as you took him as deep as you could go.
Roman's hands palmed the back of your head, stopped your head from jerking forward to taste all of him. Instead, he moved his hips on his ownâslow, gentle. You moaned around him, your hands planted against his rock hard thighs.
"So eager. You wanted my cock in your mouth so bad, didn't you?"
You moaned again, the vibration around his cock making his whole body shudder. You loved the feeling of him filling your mouth, the taste of him, the sensation of it all; you loved it.
You pulled back, inhaling in a deep breath of air that your nose wasn't able to fulfill while sucking his cock. Saliva pooled on your chin, dripping down onto your bare breasts. A smile spilled on your lips as you looked up, letting Roman know how enjoyable that was for not only him, but you too.
He led you down to your back impatiently, pushing your legs apart as he climbed himself up onto what little room was left for him on the trainers table. He leaned forward, capturing your moistened lips. He grabbed his cock with one hand, stroking himself so easily as your saliva acted as the best lubricant. He pulled away softly, dipping his head down as he pressed his tip against your soaking, needy pussy.
You grabbed his face, pulling him back up to meet your eyes as you pleaded. "Please. Please give me your cock. I want you to fill me up so bad."
"I'll give you anythingâanything you want, baby."
He then entered himself in, the mind-blowing, slightly painful stretch of him making you gasp. He paused, a little over half-way deep into you.
"You're so big. Too big.." you whimpered, your brows crunching together as you took in the sheer size of him.
Roman shook his head. "You can do it. You can take me, baby."
He lowered himself all the way in. You moaned at the fullness of him, hands scratching along his back to gain stability.
"Look at me," he started, light pants filling the otherwise silent space. You looked up at him, your pussy involuntarily clenching down onto his girth. His eyes were soft but dominant all at once. "You feel that? You're taking all of me now, honey. You were made for me."
He withdrew himself almost completely before sliding back into you with a deep, controlled thrust of his hips. The pace was soft and deliberate, forcing you to feel every single glorious inch of him. Each thrust dragged a moan from your lips. Roman watched you deeply, his expression intense but concentrated, focusing on your reaction.
"You're taking me so well, baby. So well." he murmured, heavy pants now falling from his lips. Sweat glistened on both of your foreheads, which had absolutely nothing to do with wrestling. "So precious. So tight. So perfect for me."
You caved your nails down onto his skin, rolling your hips up to meet his own. His skin clapped against yours, the sounds downright filthy. You whispered his name, craving more.
"There you go, fuck yourself on me, baby."
His words were filthy and praising, which coiled around the physical sensation amplifying it. He gathered you into his arms, your skin sticky against the leather as he lifted you up and placed you onto his lap, now straddling him. One hand wrapped around your waist while the other one reached down to rub your clit as he thrusted up into you. Your legs shook against his thighs, your stomach twisting at the exquisite sensation. You bit your lip, your eyes meeting his.
"I'm so close, Roman. Don't stop."
His thrusts became controlled but delightfully brutal. You whipped your head back with a long, drawn-out moan as he fucked you senseless. His lips found your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses that didn't meet the intensity of his cock driving into you.
"Come for me, y/n. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His words, along with the dual stimulation of his cock and fingers, sent you spiraling over the edge. You swore you saw starsâhell, shooting starsâas your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy tightened around Roman's cock, drawing out a delicious groan from his own lips. He held you close as you rode out your orgasm, your lips finding his own like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You could tell by his frayed, rapid movements that he was going to barrel over that same edge that changed sex for you forever. He kissed you deeply, driving into you with a final, desperate pace.
"Y/n..." He rasped as your lips drifted apart from his. You nodded your head, leaning your forehead against his own. The connection fit together like a puzzleâlike you two were made for each other.
"Give me it, Roman. I need you. I need all of you."
He cursed aloud, the sound molding together with your cry of pleasure as he released himself inside you, the sensation like a hot flood. You both collapsed against each other, his body shuddering against yours as he drained out every last bit of his orgasm. It went silent for a long moment. There was only the sound of your shared breaths and the smell of sweat and sex in the trainers room.
You leaned your head down against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent deeply. You felt the slight weight of Roman's chin on the top of your head, which warmed your whole body. His hand rubbed soft circles against your bare back while your fingers traced the intricate designs of the tattoos that ran along his right arm.
Placing a kiss to the crown of your head, Roman murmured, "you fucking wrecked me, baby."
You smiled, lifting your chin and meeting his eyes. "You liked it?"
He laughed a soft, exhausted chuckle, pulling you even closer which you thought wasn't possible. "I loved it."
"I loved it too." You admitted, your touch still feathering over his skin. You swallowed lightly before adding, "I loved watching you out in the ring tonight, too. I knew you could do it."
Roman cupped the back of your head, holding you like you were the most fragile, precious being in the world. You listened as his heart slowly slowed back down while waiting for his response.
"I knew I could do it, too. I just needed you telling me that so I could prove it."
You brushed your lips softly against his sweaty skin, the taste of saltiness and something intricately him lingering on your tongue.
"I'm proud of you. I know this hasn't been easy for you the past couple of months, but I'm proud that you kept going. Even after all of the attacks from behind and losses, you kept going. That's what true champions do. I have no doubt you will be holding that world heavyweight championship in the future."
Roman nodded, and for the first time, he looked like he actually believed you. He looked driven, and you were so happy to see that look back in his eyes again.
"I could say the same about you, babygirl."
DECEMBER 14, 2015 PHILADELPHIA, PA
It took about a year, but your words stood correct. You beamed at the monitor as your secretive boyfriend of a year speared Sheamusâthe man who only gave him a two minute title runâand pinned him for the world heavyweight championship.
Of course, the road wasn't easy. The Authority was there, along with new enemies such as Sheamus, Rusev, Wade Barrett, and many others. The most challenging part was when Roman had to wrestle his best friend for the championship, which he did win. But Sheamus stole his glorious moment by cashing in the money in the bank and allying himself with The Authority.
That definitely took a bit of a toll on Roman, but he didn't give up, and you were so proud. So, so proud of him. Dean had his back, along with his cousins, Jimmy and Jey, who came to his help months ago. Those four worked together so well, and Roman having his cousins that he grew up with by his side eased a lot of the weight on his shoulders.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that Roman was given another opportunity, but it was stipulated by a major rule that had you holding your breath the entire match. If Roman lost his match, he was fired from WWE. You two obviously had a major conversation about the whole thing, but in the end, you let Roman decide what he truly wanted to do with his career, and he chose to defend it.
The match was anything but fair, but that didn't stop Roman. Everyone was there to help Sheamus, and no one went out there to help Roman. He didn't want the help. He wanted to fight the battle on his own, and you admired him so much for that.
Vince McMahon, Stephanie's father, sat ringside for the whole entire match. Every time you saw him smirking on the camera, it made your lip twitch. You could tell he had something planned, and he was ready to fire Roman and send him out of the building.
Roman fought so hard, cutting his head open in the process. That didn't seem to delay any sort of grit he had in him. Vince McMahon got involved one too many times, once pulling the ref out of the ring when Roman was about to get the win. You cursed loudly when it happened, smacking your fisted hand against the metal equipment crate you were leaning up against. Rusev came out and threw hands when the ref was too busy with Vince, and you couldn't help but slam your hand down again, this time greeting you with a searing pain that probably left a bruise.
But in the end, Roman superman punched not only Rusev, but also the chairman of WWE. He sent Sheamus down with a spear, and a new world heavyweight champion was crowned.
He looked so happy. He was so happy. He stood up on the top turnbuckle, raising his newly won championship as the crowd were on their feet cheering for him. He lowered the title down, taking a deep look at it like he was still unsure if everything really happened or not. But that shimmer in his dark brown irises told you that the realization sunk in, and he believed it.
The crowd's cheers accelerated, and when Roman looked down towards the ramp, the purest smile played on his lips. He jumped down, and before you knew it, you saw his twin cousins and Dean slide into the ring, jumping up and down like a bunch of giddy five year olds. You chuckled at the group, biting on your bottom lip to suppress your emotions.
With a happy sigh, you turned around, clinging onto your Divas Championship as you made your way towards the gorilla. You didn't worry about your surroundings anymore. Seth was out with an injury, but even if he weren't, you still wouldn't give a damn. He knew where you stood with him right when you took that chair shot for Roman at SummerSlam.
You entered out to the stage from the gorilla as Roman fell into Dean's arms for what seemed like the millionth hug since Dean and the twins made their presence. You stood still for a moment, soaking in the scene before the crowd noticed you.
Once they did, Roman immediately looked up towards your way. You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, fidgeting with your lips to hide the tremble when you saw the pure happiness in Roman's eyes.
You didn't even make it to the ring, because Roman decided to make his way to you. With his title dangling from his hand, he took long strides and met you in the middle. He crushed himself into you, his arms engulfing you and his head dipped down into the crook of your neck. Your title slipped off your shoulder and fell to the ground, but no part of you gave a single damn.
You sniffled lightly, holding him tight against you and soaking in the warmth of the moment.
"I'm so proud of you, Roman. I'm so happy," You admitted easily, pulling away slightly while keeping your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. His hands snaked around your waist, pinning your hips towards his.
"Happy about the win, or happy I ain't fired?" He asked, that smile you saw when the title was handed to him still displayed on his lips. You popped your hip out, humming as if you really were thinking deep about it. In reality, you took no time.
"Hm, both." You replied, grinning sneakily up at the man who was brought out the best of you the past year. Roman chuckled softly, fisting the loose strands of your hair in one hand as he guided your head towards him, crushing his lips onto yours. You immediately kissed him back, drunk on the feeling of him brushing up against you and the thousands of people witnessing both of you for the first time.
"Eugh, you two are disgustingly cute." Dean scoffed as he walked past the both of you, coughing dramatically. You laughed as you parted lips with Roman, looking back at the man who has become a very close friend since you involved yourself in the business of what was only supposed to be Dean, Roman, and The Authority's. He knew the two of you had something going on ever since Roman's sudden mood change before SummerSlam.
"Wasn't expecting that, uce." Jey exclaimed as he slapped Roman's shoulder. Jimmy agreed, patting him on the chest where his championship belt was pressed up against.
"Didn't know you two were this serious?!" Jimmy questioned, which brought a genuine smile to your face.
"Oh, it's serious, uce. It's me who he's seeing when you can't find him backstage."
The twins choked as Roman just laughed. He was so used to your humor, and he wasnât embarrassed by it at all. He loved it.
He loved you.
A year ago from that day, you two would've never thought you'd be holding the top card championships for your respected divisions. You'd would've said that was a load of bullshit.
But turns out, you were awfully, awfully wrong.
THE END
a/n: holyyyyyyyy that's the end. I wanted to write a story of Roman in his 2014/15 era, and this was the first thing that came to mind. thanks for reading if you made it this far, i tried to make the story appealingđ
The arena was buzzing with anticipation. You could feel it as soon as you entered through the back doors. Even with no fans in the building yet, the anticipation hung heavy on your shoulders. The men's money in the bank match was the first one of the night, and you could notice the tension in both Dean and Roman.
Dean was way better at hiding it than Roman.
He was unable to stay still the whole time before his ladder match. If he wasn't warming up and stretching, he was fiddling with his vest, or he was bouncing his knees up and down as his eyes were locked on the monitor in front of him.
His uneasiness only grew dramatically once he saw Dean get taken out by Kane in the middle of his match. He was fingertips away from becoming Mr. Money in the Bank, but of course, a member of The Authority wouldn't let him get away easily, and Seth was able to grab the briefcase while Dean was down.
His loss even tugged on your strings a little bit as well. You were confident that Dean was going to be able to grab the briefcase and cash it in whenever he wanted to. But watching The Authority tear him down from his possible moment of glory only created a dull lump in your chest.
Roman walked off after seeing Dean get humiliated out in the ring. You didn't even try to stop him or ask him where he was going off to. You could tell by the way his shoulders slumped than he didn't need anyone bugging him.
You let him go for the next two hours, giving him much needed space and time. You knew it was best that he spent some time alone, but you were worried that he was getting in his head too much again. You didn't want him thinking he had no chance of winning his ladder match because of what The Authority did to Dean earlier in his match.
Because of that, you were on your feet and towards his locker room twenty minutes before his ladder match. You moved quickly, hoping to catch him before he made his way up to the concourse for his entrance.
You approached the room, halting in front of the door. Before you could even knock, the door swung open. You jolted back slightly, surprised by the sudden movement. Your gaze traveled up, taking in the tall, broad, Samoan man in front of you. His hair was freshly drenched, droplets of water dripping from his jet black ends. Your breath halted momentarily as you took in the large hunk of a man in front of you.
Oh good lord.
"You need something?" Roman asked, his chin dipped slightly so his eyes could stare straight into yours. You swallowed down the lump in your throat.
"Just wanted to catch you before you head out. Tell you to kick ass or sum."
His lips didn't even twitch at your attempt of using humor to lighten the dreary mood. Your brows tilted down as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Seriously, good luck out there. Go and win."
"Easy for you to say." He grumbled, moving past you swiftly. You turned on your feet, watching him begin to take off with an attitude and mindset that would never have him winning a title.
That needed to change.
"Roman." You stated his name boldly, making no room for arguing. You gripped his large wrist with your hand and stopped him in his tracks. You tugged slightly, forcing him to turn his body around and face you. Surprisingly, he turned around without causing a fuss. He just looked at you, a scowl perched on his lips. "Just stop it. Stop pushing away everyone who tries to compliment you or wish you luck. Stop doubting yourself. I know what happened to Dean tonight wasn't exactly how we planned it to go, but we can't go back and fix it. But right now, you have a chance to go and win your match. I believe in you, Dean believes in you. Hell, so many other people backstage believe in you and you don't even know it."
He just stared at you as you continued.
"Sure, you might not win tonight. But if you don't, that doesn't mean you're not capable of winning. It just means someone stole the opportunity before you had the chance to take it. Just... stop doubting yourself. Stop talking so negatively about yourself... please..."
You let go of his wrist lightly, shyness crawling up the nape of your spine. You could feel the blush creep up on your cheeks as your eyes fell closed, needing to escape the extreme sight of his dark eyes piercing yours.
A loud sigh blew out from Roman's lips, dragging your gaze back up to him. His hands rested on his hips, his chin tilted up and he looked up at the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ, woman." He blew out, eyes returning back to yours. "You're full of surprises."
His comment caught you off guard, but either way, the corners of your lips perked up. You nodded with a smile, smacking his shoulder once before turning around and walking away before you acted impulsively on the man who didn't need any more complicated shit on his shoulders.
You hung around backstage by a monitor, hands clutched together in front of your mouth as you were locked in on the match that was in the middle of its wake. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you told yourself it was all because of the suspenseânot the looks of one specific man.
Whispered 'yes' chants left your mouth every time Roman got access to the ladder. But it turned into a long, disappointed exhale once someone got up to him or pushed the ladder down.
But in the end, Roman fought his hardest, and John Cena came out with the win. You knew the chances of Roman not winning were there, but it broke your heart either way seeing the way he looked up at John as he held up the world heavyweight championship.
"Such a shame, am I right?"
You froze, already deciphering the cocky voice that rounded the corner and shot a comment at you. You turned around, watching Seth approach you with his recently-won briefcase hanging from his fingers like it was the most prized possession on the planet. A scowl formed on your lips just by his unwanted presence.
"He was so close. So close, but just not enough. Seems to always be that way, huh?"
Your usual outgoing manner just flew out the door, 'cause your lips were sealed closed and you didn't have a clue in the world what to say to that.
"I don't know what your plan with Roman is, but either way it isn't going to work. You can never trust him. All you're going to do is drag him down, along with Dean. I mean, that's not what you're aiming for, right? Just leave them. You're not helping them in either way."
Your lip twitched at his comment, and words got lodged in your throat. You stayed quiet as his words sunk deep into you. He kept that same, devilish smirk on his lips as he continued.
"I do have a proposal for you, though. You may not be any help to those two, but you definitely have a valuable spot in the Authority. You want all the power, don't you? You won't be losing your matches against Nikki Bella or anyone, because when you join the Authority, everyone has each other's backs. You're no good for Roman and Dean, but you can be so good for us."
"Youâ" you started, but an overwhelming lump of pressure got stuck in your throat. You swallowed hard, inhaling through your nose and closing your eyes for a moment. "âwant me to join The Authority?"
"That's the question, isn't it?"
You wanted nothing more than to tell him to fuck off. But you knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to prove a point to Roman and Dean. He was trying to prove that he can have success when they never will, and he was using you as the grand prize. Your guts twisted at the thought.
"Just think about itâ" Seth continued, and you wanted so badly to roll your eyes. "Think about all of the power you will hold. You will be holding that Divas Championship in no time. You will be at the top, and you are ninety-nine-percent sure of keeping that title. Don't you want that glory, y/n? You deserve it."
Your eyes melted off to the side, your arms crossed in front of your chest. Seth's piercing stare made you shift uncomfortably.
"I don't need an answer right now, but I would like one soon. At least by SummerSlam. I want an answer then."
His hand slapped on your shoulder, giving a squeeze that made your body shudder before he turned around and walked off with his head up like he was the most glorious person to ever walk these hallways. You bit the inside of your cheek as you replayed his words in your mind.
Even though he was pretty good at bribing, there was no way. No way you could do that to Roman and Dean when you came off as an ally.
There was no way you could do that to Roman.
But now all eyes were solely on you, and you didn't know what to do with that.
You tried your best to be there for Roman and Dean the next few weeks, but it seemed almost impossible when you knew a certain someone could be lurking around at any moment. You knew if Seth caught you with Roman and Dean, your answer would be right out in the open, and he would then plan some shit that you knew you weren't going to be prepared for.
You tried to act as less discrete as possible, but Roman caught on all too quickly. He noticed the way you seemed to always have an eye on your back. He noticed the way you separated yourself when Seth was around.
But what he noticed the most was that you weren't there before he had a match. He was starting to get used to your little pep talks you'd give, and even though he acted as if he didn't care, he cared too much.
That's why he noticed the sudden change all too well, and it made his blood boil.
He didn't want you to be dragged into his mess in the first place, and now you're getting dragged even deeper, and that thought flipped a switch inside him that he wasn't familiar with at all.
Even when Roman was out in the ring, supposed to be cutting the most grueling promo of his career against his SummerSlam opponent, Randy Orton, his mind was still strung on you. Still strung on the fact that Seth wasn't done, and he was going to come up with a plan that could fuck everything up in ways he wasn't prepared for.
But while Roman was out in the ring, you had your eyes on him from backstage on the monitor. You sat alone in a little alcove, seated on top of an equipment crate with your knees tucked to your chest. It was the only place that you could find that would separate you from all of the chaos that was happening backstage. But mostly, you wanted to get away from Seth.
You had no idea what was going to transpire at SummerSlam. You didn't know what Seth's reaction was going to be when you told him how you truly felt. Ever since the betrayal no one saw coming, it's been extremely difficult to suspect anything from Seth.
You tapped your foot against the metal as you watched Roman on the small monitor set up in front of you. He looked strong, but not as confident as you've seen him be these last few times he's walked out to that ring. His chin wasn't held as high, his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. You wondered what was exactly going through his mind at that very moment.
"Yo, sunshine."
You rolled your eyes at that familiar nickname, forcing your eyes off the monitor as you looked to your left to see Dean approaching you. He was in his normal attireâa tank top and jeans. His hair was dried and fluffy, copper strands flying around his forehead.
âYeah?â You replied quickly, fixing your posture and poising your chin up. Dean paused for a moment, eyeing you as if he was trying to find something that may be valuable. You scrunched your nose, trying hard to hold your best poker face. âWhat?â
âWhy are you hiding back here? You seem to be doing that a lot lately.â
You werenât expecting that from him, but in reality, you didnât know what to expect from Dean. You never do.
You shook your head once. âIâm not hiding.â
âYouâre not good at lying.â He replied smoothly, leaning against the cinder brick and pulling a random roll of tape out of his pocket. He picked the edge of the tape off the roll, beginning to wrap up his wrists. âIs it something to do with The Authority?â
You shrugged one shoulder, your mouth tilting down in a slight frown. âIsnât there always something to do with them?â
âBut you donât hide away from them. Yet, here you are.â
Although Dean seemed to be the kind of person who acted impulsively and was an absolute lunatic in the ring, you had to admit that he was a pretty smart dude.
Right now, he was too smart for your liking.
âIf I tell you, you canât tell Roman.â
âWhy?â He asked right away, ripping the tape with his teeth and starting his next hand. You exhaled through thin lips, rubbing your forehead and slicking back the flyaways on your hairline.
You ripped the band-aid off so you wouldnât chicken out. âSeth asked me if I wanted to join The Authority. He wants me to join The Authority. He kept saying I would get the Divas championship in no time, and Iâm supposed to give him an answer by SummerSlam.â
Dean paused, head lifting up to look you in the eye. âYou wanna join them, donât you?â
You were shocked that Dean even thought that was an option for you. You immediately shook your head, swinging your feet over the edge of the crate. âNo, absolutely not.â
Now it was Dean who blew out a sigh, continuing to tape his hand. âGood, because I donât think Roman would be able to take that.â
âWhat?â You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Something cracked inside of you at Deanâs comment. What did he mean that Roman wouldn't be able to take me leaving? Does he know something that I don't? "What do you mean?"
"Roman obviously cares about you." Dean started, staring at you as if you were dumb not knowing that. "He didn't want you in this mess to begin with, and since you've been involved in everything, he's been twice as hard on himself keeping you safe."
You couldn't believe the words coming out of Dean's mouth. "Why are you telling me this and not him?"
"Because he's too caught up in his own shit to realize it. But he's improving. He's improving because of you, and he's slowly breaking it down now. Don't treat him any differently because you have this information now. Be there for him, because he'll sure as shit be there for you."
You stayed silent, watching Dean turn around and exit the hallway while punching the air in front of himâwhich was his signature way of warming up. Your mind was everywhere. That information seemed like too much to process at the time, especially because SummerSlam was only mere nights away, and Roman had one of the biggest matches in his career coming up.
You closed your eyes, breathed in slowly, and figured out what the hell to do for the rest of night that didn't involve the man you haven't been able to get your mind off of since he checked on you in the hallway.
It was late. The clock ticked at eleven o'clock in the small hotel gym as two men filled up the smaller room. Roman and Dean decided to hit the gym the night before SummerSlam, not to wear out their muscles, but to retain their strength for their matches tomorrow. Dean had a match against Seth, and Roman had a match against Randy. They knew the odds weren't in their favor, but any sort of upper hand they could get would be so helpful.
Roman and Dean worked out in silence, already knowing what was going through both of their minds. None of them wanted to say a word, as it would feel like they were breaking a barrier of concentration.
But Dean couldn't stop thinking about that interaction he had with you in the hallway. He knew that he may have overshared, but he needed you to know where Roman stood, and he just wanted to protect his brother. He couldn't stand to see him get hurt again. Dean could obviously tell something was bugging Roman this whole past week, but he couldn't break it down to one single reason.
Which is why he decided to break the silence, "What's bothering you, big guy? You've been off for a few weeks now."
Roman slung his white, sweat-drenched towel over his shoulder, placing his hands on his hips as he turned to meet Dean's gaze. With anyone else, Roman would've hesitated and probably refused to answer promptly. But it was different with Dean, who has stuck by his side ever since shit spiraled.
"A lot of fucking stuff," Roman replied, sitting himself down on the yoga mat beneath him and started to conclude his workout with a mini stretch routine. He spread his legs apart in a straddle, reaching towards one foot. "But mostly just The Authority, man. You get it."
"I do," Dean replied, sitting himself down across from him. "But something else seems to be getting to ya. I know that look in your eyes, man. You know you can tell me anything."
Roman stayed quiet for a moment, nodding his head right away at Dean's comment. He knew he could trust Dean, and he wanted to tell him what was going on. But the truth was, Roman didn't exactly know what was going on himself. All he could muster up was that it had something to do with a certain diva who couldn't seem to get out of his mind.
"Fuck, Dean..." Roman started, blowing out a breath full of exhaustion as he rubbed his temple. "She's killing me, man. She waltzed her way into this mess with no hesitation, and I should be mad. But no, she makes me the opposite of mad. She can see me, Dean. She actually sees me. She talks in a way that has me going out the ring with confidence I haven't been able to gather in myself since Seth did what he did."
Dean didn't verbally reply, but he just nodded his head. He wasn't surprised at all at Roman's words. He knew that you had some sort of affect on him.
"She's been acting differently these past few weeks. She looks like she's somewhere she isn't supposed to be. She always has her eyes on her back, and I have a feeling that it has something to do with Seth."
Dean leaned against the navy painted wall, taking a swig of his plastic water bottle that he downed in a second. He crunched the bottle in his hand before tossing it into the recycling bin right behind him.
"You want my honest opinion, brother?"
Roman didn't reply, but the way that his eyes took a quick glance up at his closest friend gave Dean the answer.
"I think you just need to talk to her. Just tell her how she's making you feel, man. You don't need to go and tell her you're madly in love with her or anything like that, but just be honest with her about how you like her motivational speeches or whatever shit she does before your matches."
That sounded like horror to Roman, but he knew Dean was right. If he wanted you to get out of whatever funk you were in at the moment, he needed to come up to you himself. He couldn't have you keeping your distance any longer. He needed your reassurance. He needed to look into your eyes as you told him everything was going to be okay. He needed you to look at when he was getting into his head to much. Just your presence was breathtaking to him, and it had him twisted up in a whole bunch of different, unfamiliar feelings.
He needed you.
"Holy hell," Dean muttered humorously, a smirk creeping up on his chapped lips. He pushed himself up the wall, bending down smacking Roman in his lower region that was making an exaggerating entrance. "You are gone, brother."
Roman closed his eyes, running his large hands down his face to hide the redness on his cheeks as Dean popped his headphones on and headed towards one of the five treadmills to conclude his mini workout session. Roman brought his legs back together after his stretching, silently thanking God that it was just him and Dean in the gym.
His face would've turned much redder if anyone else saw what exactly you did to himâŚ
Dean and Roman couldnât stand still as they waited for their music to hit. They were infuriated, and they needed answers as to why Seth did what he did.
You stayed in the shadows, afraid to get in the way of Roman and whatever he may be planning. He was intimidating. Too intimidating. You knew he was a respectful and kind man, but the betrayal brought out emotions youâve never seen before.
There were multiple times youâve seen members of The Authority, including Seth, roaming the hallways. You hated the sly grins on their faces. It made your stomach twist with uncertainty.
You had a gut feeling that this promo with Roman and Dean was going to turn into a brawl once The Authority had heard enough, which was why you decided to approach the two men in the gorilla.
âHey,â
Both the men turned around, no reactions on their faces when they realized it was you. Although, you did seem to catch a slight twitch in the corner of the powerhouseâs lip, which didnât look as bad as it sounded.
You inhaled sharply, adjusting the strap of your cropped tank top. âIf things go downhill, Iâll come out. Iâll probably not be able to do much, but I donât want you guys to feel like you donât have backup.â
Dean and Roman exchanged glances, then both turned back to you. Both of their expressions looked like complete opposites.
"Appreciate the backup, sunshine." The sarcastic comment of Dean had you tweak your head toward him. The nickname caught you off guard. "Butâ"
"No."
Roman's bold voice cut off Dean, and when you looked over at the hunk of a man, he was already staring right at you. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his cargo pants, and his soaked hair was starting to fall in front of his face, strands blocking a sliver of his vision.
"You're staying in the back."
You pinched your eyebrows at his command, your head starting to shake with disagreement. "Roman, I'm not going to let them possibly jump you guys and not try to do something about it. That's ridiculousâ"
"This isn't your fight, y/n." Roman spoke, his voice a pitch louder to make his point crystal clear for you. He did not want you out there.
And you couldn't find out exactly why.
"She got herself into this, man." Dean spoke, bumping Roman's arm with his taped fist. "This is technically everyone's fight now."
Roman didn't respond, but you didn't miss the way his jaw locked, or the way he looked over at you with eyes that said so much, yet you couldn't read a single thing. You couldn't understand if he was still thoroughly upset with you, or if he was just attempting to be respectful.
But why was he so protective? You thought.
A moment later, Roman's music started blasting through the arena, and you could hear the thrilling cheers of the fans from where you were backstage. Dean turned around that instant, fisting his hands and punching them against his own palms.
But Roman, he lingered. Not for long, but just long enough for tension to thicken. His eyes inspected you from head-to-toe, then coming right back up to meet your own eyes. You barely caught the subtle shake of his headâas if he was reminding you one last time to stay backâbefore he turned around, disappearing behind the curtain that lead out to the sold-out crowd.
But you didn't leave your spot. You stayed the entire time, watching the pent up frustration pour from Roman and Dean as they addressed Seth and his actions. Your lip twitched when you saw Seth, Randy, Kane, and Triple H attack the two from behind, along with Stephanie who stayed on the outside of the ring watching the whole scene unfold with an evil glimmer in her eyes.
You knew you should have stayed back. It was Roman's words, and you didn't want to disappoint him even more. But when you saw the look of pain on his face as he ducked, trying to shield the punches coming from 2 men, a switch flipped inside of you.
You couldnât stand to see the way Roman seemed to have just given up, collapsing slowly against the turnbuckles as he was getting beat up. He looked helplessâlike he was accepting his fateâand never once have you seen Roman look that way.
Not until Sethâs betrayal.
You couldn't hear anything when you made your way out to the ring. You moved with a quick precision, sliding straight into the ring and catching the attention of Randy and Triple H, who were attacking Roman. You approached Seth from behind, yanking him away from Dean, who was trapped in the corner. That grabbed Kane's attention as well, who was on the outside of the ring pinning Dean to the turnbuckle with his arms.
From the look on Seth's face when he noticed you, you knew he was thrown off guard for a moment. You stood your ground, knowing deep down that the four men would never lay a hand on a diva.
Well... maybe Randy. You've seen it before.
That's why you kept as far away from him as possible.
"Get the hell outta here, asshole." You fired at mainly Seth, but could go for the other three men as well. Seth's lip curled in anger, but when he tried to take a step toward you, he was stopped by Triple H.
"Nah, she isn't worth our time. Let's go." He spoke lowly, exchanging looks with an infuriated Seth and yourself, who felt like was about to crumble under the pressure of all of their eyes on you. You could hear your heart pounding over the thundering roars of the fans, which you preferred to have the other way around.
You watched the four walk up the ramp, giving you occasional glances of irritancy before finally disappearing behind the entrance. You closed your eyes, relief flooding over your body. You didn't know what to expect when you first went out to the ring, so you were glad that you were left standing instead of on the mat rolling around in pain.
You opened your eyes when you heard rustling from behind you, your mind finally remembering who the hell you came out here for in the first place. You looked behind you, seeing Roman and Dean both standing next to each other, literally holding each other up. They both were staring at you, but each gaze told a different story.
Dean looked impressed that you had the balls to actually come out and help like you said you would.
Roman had that dark look in his eyes, but a glimmer of something else you couldn't place your finger on.
"I said you needed to stay in the back." Roman started, standing up taller and removing the arm that Dean had around his shoulder. He still kept his around Dean's, though.
You stood your ground. "And I said I was coming out here if things went downhill."
Silence greeted both of you as you looked straight into each other's eyes. But this time, Roman really looked. He began to slowly admire the grit you had to confront The Authority. He still wasn't too pleased, but you didn't know that his unpleasant orders were given because he didn't want you to get hurt.
That was the man in him saying that.
Roman's head tilted back, the fluorescent light shimmering off the beads of sweat that collected on his forehead. He inhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face in deep thought.
When his gaze returned to yours, he mumbled lowly through his panted breaths, "Just⌠be careful.â
"I will." You promised.
You haven't talked to either of the men since you made your appearance the day before. You needed time to sit alone in your thoughts. You needed to come up with a plan in case any sort of shit started to go downhill.
You twisted the cap to your water bottle tightly, grabbing your phone and hotel key card from the bathroom counter. You left your room, heading down to the first level to spend some time in the weight room associated with the hotel.
It was a nice weight room compared to the others you've been to. It had a row of treadmills and two stair master machines. It had 3 benches with a row of dumbbells stacked neatly in order. In the far corner of the room, there were two squat racks; one of them occupied.
You had to take a second look once you saw intricate tattoos sleeving the right arm. You could tell it was him right away.
Even from quite a distance away, you could see the physical exertion. He was drenched in sweat, his dark gray tank top covered with sweat stains all down his back. His legs shook lightly as he squatted down, then pushed himself back up. Low grunts left his mouth on every rep.
You saw the reflection of his face in the mirror in front of him. His bottom lip was tucked under his top row of teeth, and his brows were pinched together as he pushed himself farther than you knew was okay.
He blew a large exhale through his lips, racking the bar and releasing the excruciating amount of weight off his shoulders. He rolled his shoulders back, probably trying to ease his shoulders after pushing himself that hard.
"I can see you. You know that, right?"
You blinked, lifting your chin up to realize that he caught your presence in the mirror, and he was now turned around to face you himself. His hands rested on his hips; his chest glistening with perspiration.
"How long have you been in here?" You asked, slowly making your way to the back of the room where he was located. You set your water bottle on the floor, taking a seat on the bench that was adjacent to the squat rack he was using.
Roman looked down at his watch, his shoulders shrugging. "About two hours now."
You gaped at him. "Two hours? Roman, it's six in the morning. Why were you down here at four in the morning lifting over two hundred pounds?"
"Because I need it," he replied lowly, leaning himself against the metal rack and crossing his arms in front of his brawny pectorals. "If I want to actually win a fight in the ring, I need to be stronger. You get it."
"What are you talking about?" You questioned in a shallow voice, your eyebrows tilted up with softness.
"You saw what happened yesterday. I gave up. I wasn't strong enough to take on Triple H and Randy. I need to be stronger than them, so I can finally give them a taste of their own medicine."
You shook your head. "Roman, this... this isn't it. You don't need to get stronger. You're already strong."
"Not strong enough," he replied with such ease that it made your heart hurt. You hated how down he was feeling about himself.
"You are strong enough, you're just too overwhelmed with feelings and emotions to recognize it fully right now. I...I understand where you are coming from, but you're thinking about it the wrong way. You don't need to win against Seth by physically beating him down."
"That's what wrestling is, isn't it?"
"It isn't all of it." You stood up, walking over and grabbing a set of twenty five-pound dumbbells and returning to your bench, sitting down with each leg on either side and the weights perched on your lap. "How about you win against Seth by proving you can accomplish something that he can't?"
Roman's brows furrowed as he looked down at you. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is... I'on know... go win the world heavyweight championship."
Roman barked out a laugh as if I just said the most ridiculous shit he's ever heard. "Go win the championship? What the hell does that have to do with Seth?"
"That's what I'm saying, Roman. It doesn't have to involve Seth. But you can do something that will mentally screw him up. It will make him irate knowing that you accomplished something so much bigger before he has."
Roman paused, and I could tell he was really thinking about what I had to say. I leaned down to my back, propping the weights out in front of me and began my set of ten dumbbell presses.
"How the hell do I do that? And what about Dean? I'm not just gonna leave my brother like that."
You finished your set before you replied, and you could see Roman's eyes on you through your peripherals. You fought the little flurries that ruptured in your stomach as you sat up, placing the weights on the ground.
"Well, you could get yourself into that Battle Royal match to determine the 8th competitor in the world heavyweight championship ladder match at Money In the Bank next Saturday. As for Dean, he can make a last minute decision and enter that final money in the bank qualifier match next week on Raw. He can have a shot at winning the briefcase, and you can have a shot at winning the world heavyweight championship."
Silence sliced through the air as Roman turned, his eyes glaring at himself through the wall-length mirror in front of him. He fidgeted with his lip, running his calloused hand over the short stubble on his chin.
"You're actually serious, are you?"
"Of course I'm being serious. Why wouldn't I be? I just want what's best for you, Roman, and I do think that going for the biggest prize in the game right now could be your way to go."
He turned towards you, eyes dark and presence heavy. His jaw was locked tight, but not with irritation. Instead, it felt like determination. You kept your balance, chest up and eyes meeting his own.
He then subtly nodded his head, sealing the decision.
âWhat about you, though?â
âWhat about me?â You questioned, starting your next set. The weights magically seemed lighter when Romanâs eyes were on you.
âWhat are you going to plan on doing? How about you go for the divas championship or something? You gotta make value of yourself as well; show everyone what you got.â
You bit your cheek to keep from smiling too hard. You loved how considerate he was being with you.
âIâm not focused on that right now.â
âDonâtâŚâ he started, taking a step towards you and taking the weights straight out of your hands like they weighed nothing. Your brows furrowed as you sat up, lifting your chin to look at him eye to eye. âDonât stop going for your achievements because of us. Because of Seth. Of course keep an eye on your back, but still go for it all. You know I have your back.â
You jutted your head at his words, your mind blown. You couldnât help but mumble, âyou do?â
Roman stilled momentarily, as if he finally processed what he just said. You were afraid he might take it back or just ignore his comment altogether. You didnât want Roman to make those comments and not have any sort of meaning behind them.
You didnât know how you would take that.
But little did you know that it made Romanâs insides churn that you even had the thought that he wasnât going to have your back.
His posture then softened, his stiffness disintegrating. The corner of his lip curved up the smallest bit, and when he nodded his head, you couldnât help but smile as well.
âYeah, I do.â He replied with softness that you werenât used to from him.
A small part of you worried if Roman was actually going to commit to the choice you offered, or if he was gonna back out and just focus on targeting Seth.
But as you sat backstage the next Monday watching the monitor as Roman threw the last component over the top rope to win his qualifying spot, you couldn't help but smile. During that whole match, he looked like himself again. That big, broad powerhouse who won't let anyone get in his way and ruin his opportunities.
And your heart fluttered knowing that your advice helped him. Your advice led him in the right direction. Now you needed him to keep leading his own path, winning that world heavyweight championship like you knew he could.
SUMMARY: One comment was all it took. All it took for you to get dragged into the mess that was never supposed to be your business. And now, you have no choice but to fight this battle with himâand be the shield Roman never knew he needed.
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
JUNE 9, 2014 MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA
You noticed the change right away. The way his jaw was locked in a frown as he walked through the hallways. The way his fists always seemed to be clenched by his sides, like he was waiting to swing at someone who said one wrong thing. He looked different, he acted different. This wasn't the Roman you have known since you arrived on the main roster.
No one saw the betrayal coming. No one understood why Seth did what he did; why he decided to drive a steel chair into the spine of his two 'brothers.' The question has been swirling around the whole WWE universe and buzzing online since last week. Why did Seth betray the shield?
It was a question that you were dying to know the answer to.
You could see the frustration clearly on Roman's face. He was upset, hurt, and angry. He saw Seth technically as a brother. They were tag team champions together. They won multiple main events together.
And Seth threw that all away like it was nothing. Nothing.
You wanted badly to talk to Roman; to try to get that frown to turn into anything else. You two have not talked a lot, but mutual respect was there for both of you. You admired his work, and he respected your work ethic. Other than that, you two haven't gotten another opportunity to talk.
You were sitting on an equipment crate, lacing up your shoes and adjusting your gear for your match coming up. The air throughout the whole locker room and backstage seemed too thick. The tension was there, and it felt like it was suffocating you although you planned to have no part in it. You wanted to know why, but you knew you shouldn't be a part of whatever was going on between Roman, Dean, and Seth.
You hopped off the crate, rolling your shoulders back and stretching your neck, warming up your muscles. Mid-stretching, your eyes caught the boss's daughter, Stephanie McMahon, walking towards you, but not directly toward you. In any other situation, you would've either kept your head down as she walked by, or you would offer a small smile. But now, knowing that she was a part of Triple H's plan to have Seth do what he did, you wanted to say something so bad.
And before you knew it, you spoke before you thought.
âStephanie.â You called out, your voice laced with distaste. The bossâs daughter stopped in her tracks, turning towards you. She had that look in her eye that screamed âevil,â and she didnât look like she gave a damn.
âYes?â She replied, crossing her arm in front of her chest. You hated the way she carried herself around like she was a part of the greatest thing in the whole world. It just pissed you off even more.
âWhat the hell did you talk Seth into?â You threw the question out, ripping the bandage off. She gaped slightly at the question, cocking her head to the side with a look that made it seem like she was almost impressed you had the audacity to ask her that. Lips curling upward, she laughed once.
âWhy would you like to know? Seth made the choice himself, we didnât do anything.â
âBullshit,â You started again, stepping into a dangerous position before you could think about the possible consequences. âSeth would never do that to Roman and Dean. Your husband and the whole Authority group obviously said some shit to him or blackmailed him. Thatâs not oka-â
âWho are you to tell me what is and isnât okay? Iâm the bossâs daughter, and Iâm technically your boss. Donât you dare start assuming my husband did something wrong. Stay out of my way, and mind your own damn business.â
With that, she walked away. Your stomach churned, a bad feeling crawling up the nape of your spine. Regret started settling in. It may have been better if you just kept your mouth shut, you knowingly said to yourself.
What you didnât know was that Stephanie told Seth exactly what you told her.
And he wasnât gonna let it slide that easily.
Your chest was heaving, the exhaustion of trying to pin Nikki Bella's shoulders to the mat getting the best of you. 'This is awesome' chants flooded the arena, motivating you in the critical moment of the match. Nikki was the first to get to her feet, dragging you up with her. You both took turns exchanging blows; you soon got the upper hand.
Hope sparked in your chest as you pinned Nikki to the ground, locking her up in your submission maneuver. She squirmed around, but you pulled even harder. She raised her shaky arm, two taps on the ground calling her name.
You tasted victory on the tip of your tongue.
"Awhh, y/n, y/n, y/n..."
The fans' cheers turned into excessive boos, everyone standing up and pointing their thumbs down towards the ramp. You released your hold on Nikki, turning your head to see the newest member of The Authority standing at the top of the ramp. Confusion lingered inside you, but then reality set in.
Stephanie actually told him.
"You think you can talk all that crap about me and get away with it? Gosh, I thought you knew better than that." Seth grimaced, rubbing his hand against the stubbles on his chin. He wore an evil grin, and it just made you angrier seeing how easily he wore it. You walked up against the ropes, gripping the top one until your knuckles turned while.
Why the hell is he interrupting my match? You thought.
"When it comes to The Authority, you are either with us, or you're against us. And... from what I heard you say to Stephanieâ" He sucked an exaggerated breath between his teeth. "âyou're against us."
You fidgeted with your lip, fighting the words crawling up your throat. Seth kept that smirk on his lips, obviously liking the fact that his missionâdistracting youâwas working. You scoffed lowly, turning around only to be met with a vicious elbow from Nikki.
The match then ended moments later after Nikki hit you with the Rack Attack, pinning you to the mat for 3 seconds. You knew Seth was distracting you, and yet you still fell for his trap anyway. Nikki grabbed her Divas Title, standing over you making an L shape with her fingers. Seth was still watching from afar, cackling at the outcome of the match.
You sat up, holding your throbbing shoulder as Nikki made her way back up the ramp. There was a split moment where she stopped next to Seth, eyeing him in an unsettling way of saying 'thank you.' His grin grew wider, his eyes finding yours one last time before he turned around and exited the stage.
Unease settled deep in your stomach. You didn't think your small conversation with Stephanie would end up with Seth coming to attack you himself. You had absolutely no idea what was going to happen, or how far Seth was willing to let things go.
You hung your head in defeat as you maneuvered through the backstage hallways of the arena. You were too ashamed to look at the many glances that superstars and employees gave. But you didn't miss the look Triple H gave you when you walked past him as nonchalantly as possible.
You finally found an empty hallway. The lights flickered above your head and the paint on the wall was chipped pretty well, but none of that mattered to you. You just needed to find a place where you could sit alone and dwell in your thoughts for a moment.
Regrets and what-ifs clogged your mind for the next several minutes as you undid your boots and released your hair that was held in a tight ponytail. You slid your shoes off your feet, staring at the ground while you were stuck in your own head.
You didn't even hear the soft but bold footsteps enter the hallway.
"You good?"
That deep voice pulled you straight out of your thoughts, causing your body to jolt slightly. You looked to your right, not expecting to see Roman standing at the edge of the hallway, leaning up against the door frame. He wore his black cargo pants and vest, his damp hair falling just below his shoulders. His presence was intimidating, but somewhere, there was a hint of softness as well.
You turned your head back around, feeling like an idiot as you thought about what he was thinking about you. He probably thought you were the most impulsive woman in the locker room, unable to mind her own business.
That was what you thought of yourself.
In a soft voice, you replied to him. "Yeah, fine."
You sat silent for a moment, waiting for Romanâs departure. But he never left. Instead, he entered further into the hallway, stopping about six feet away from you. You didnât look at him, because the last thing you wanted was his sympathy.
You could feel the hardness of his stare piercing through your skin. Your heart raced with anticipation, the weight of his presence too much for you to bear.
"What did you do?" He then asked, his voice low and raspy. You chanced a look at him, embarrassment and humility drowning you in your sorrows. You fiddled with your fingers, biting the inside of your cheek.
"Iâ" You paused, blowing a large breath out through your parted lips. "I just asked Stephanie what she did. What her and her husband did for Seth to do... what he did."
You kept your voice soft and low, unsure of what Roman's thoughts were about you wanting to know what was happening. Did he think you were totally butting into his business?
You didn't know what to think.
"You shouldn't have done that." He replied, his voice smooth and monotonous. "Because now you got yourself involved in shit that wasn't ever supposed to include you."
You swallowed at his harsh words, chills running over your entire body. You shook your head, words unable to form on your tongue. You sat in silence, fighting your way through the painful moment of Roman's eyes on you. He then sighed, and you swore you heard a curse under his breath.
"You have no idea what the fuck you got yourself into." He finished, no emotion in his voice as he turned around and left you in the hallway all alone once again. You stared at the exit, watching him disappear behind the corner.
You then closed your eyes, wishing you could go back in time and just keep your mouth quiet.
JUNE 16, 2014 CLEVELAND, OHIO
The cool spring air disappeared behind the heavy door and you entered into the Quicken Loans Arena the following week after the altercations that occurred. Fans talked, and the media chirped and made assumptions as to what you have said about Seth.
You didn't say anything about him. You questioned what Stephanie and the Authority said to Seth to make him decide to stab his best friends in the back. It pained you to see Roman and Dean fight so hard to hold their heads high when they were so hurt on the inside.
The whole week between the shows, you took the time to think about what to do and what should be said. You knew you wanted to apologize to Roman and Dean. You wanted to apologize for butting into their business that wasn't yours in any way, shape, or form.
So that's how you found yourself walking up to the two remaining brothers, who were talking alone at the end of a hallway. You quickened your steps the slightest bit, forcing yourself to not back out.
The two men caught your attention before you could even say anything. You pinched your lips together, tucking your hands into the navy blue sweatshirt you were wearing. Both men wore the same expression; hiding the feeling of betrayal behind their small frowns.
"Hey..." You started, your voice timid and quiet as if anyone could be lurking around at any moment. Roman's brows pinched the smallest bit, crossing his insanely jacked arms in front of his vested chest. Dean turned towards you, no reaction to your presence there. "You two have a moment?"
"Go ahead," Dean replied, leaning his back against the cinderblock wall. "I'd like to know what the hell happened last week."
You felt a lump in your throat. Your eyes glanced up at Dean, moving over to Roman's for a split moment. Those dark eyes caused you to shift in place. His presence felt too powerful, and you couldn't come up with the words as to why it was.
"I just wanted to apologize about last week. I shouldn't have said anything to Stephanie; it wasn't my place to do so. I should've just minded my own business."
Both men were silent for a moment, their eyes catching each other's for a split second before returning back to you. Dean nodded at your apology.
"I agree, you shouldn't have done that. But now you did, and Seth is obviously planning on doing something with you."
Shivers ran up your spine at Dean's words.
Roman then cut in. "You gotta know what this means, now. This ain't some shit that'll just dissipate by ignoring it."
"I know..." you mumbled, rubbing your temple that was beginning to throb. "And I will deal with it. I was the one who instigated this whole thing, and I will be the one to take the brunt of whatever may happen. I don't want to add any more problems on your plate."
"Don't worry 'bout us." Dean responded, shaking his head. "We'll take care of what we gotta take care of. Meanwhile, you just keep your eye out."
You looked at Roman, waiting for his words of wisdom he had to offer. Instead, he stayed silent. He nodded his head subtly, his jaw tightened as he looked down at your smaller frame. That overwhelming feeling of being in his sight got your heart racing even more than it was.
"You need to know that Seth doesn't do anything without a reason. Everything he does has an in-depth plan backing it up. If he got his eye on not only us, but you now, he'll use you as leverageâ" Roman started, getting a glance from Dean by his side. He pushed himself up off the wall, his large framing towering over you. You swallowed hard, water from the ends of his hair dripping onto your sweatshirt. "âand you don't get to decide whether you're alone on this."
Before you could even reply, Roman walked away, his underarm barely brushing your shoulder as he passed by. You watched him walk away, his movements not fast but not slow and comfortable either.
You sucked in a breath, turning back to Dean who was still in front of you. His eyes that were just looking up at Roman fell down to you. He raised his brows.
"That means a lot coming from him. Remember that."
You never did forget. It was impossible to forget when his deep, masculine voice said those words over and over in your head.
You don't get to decide whether you're alone on this.
SUMMARY: Two of the biggest stars, yourself and Roman Reigns, had a relationship that no one but yourselves knew about. But when Roman decided to show up to your concert with his cousins, you knew it was time to let everyone know he was yours.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
Concerts like this got my heart racing with amounts of adrenaline that I didn't know I had in me. The roaring fans, the flashing lights, the bass of the music, it was all magical. I took my time to really inspect the Atlanta crowd, see the way they all impressively jumped in sync with large smiles on their faces. It was a sight that everyone should be able to experience once in their lifetime.
When my eyes were scanning through the crowd, the last thing I expected to see was the tall, broad Samoan standing in the front row, leaning his elbows on the barricade and lacing his hands together. The recognition that he was here tonight had me stumbling a word or two. The look he wore on his faced screamed 'proud,' which had my hands shaking and lip trembling.
His cousins were there, also. Though I have never seen them before, I have heard plenty about them. Jey stood to his right, while Jimmy and Naomi stood to his left.
I knew he was aware that I saw him. Every time I took a quick, reoccurring glance over at him, he grew a secretive smile that I couldn't wait to see him wear next to me out in public. We've done great at keeping our status down low, as the world would flip out once they saw that two of the biggest stars in their respected areas of entertainment were in love. We weren't ready for the chaotic fallout at first.
Although Roman wanted to do anything but rush me to make a choice, I felt rushed. I wanted to give him an answer right away, but the thinking process just needed time.
But when I saw him standing there in the front rowâa big smile on his face, I knew I was ready. I was so ready.
"How are y'all doin', Atlanta?"
The crowd screamed in reaction to my simple question. A smile that not a single person would be able to control spread across my lips.
"Great, great. Now, y'all know I like to go out with a bang, right? We are goin' to change it up a bit tonight, though. Don't worry, we still gon' be going out with a bang."
The crowd cheered in anticipation, phones lit up and raised high in the air. I took a quick glance down at Roman, as he was the only one in the first row not shining a phone into my face. Instead, he just kept wearing that same proud smile. He had absolutely no idea the surprise I was ready to give himâand the world.
âThis song is different from what I usually like to end with. I wanna end with a song I wrote during a time where my life was shifting in ways I wasnât ready for the world to know. I was falling in love, and the best way to explain my thoughts was to put it in a song.â
The crowd stilled at the confession, phones slowly creeping their way back out and flashing on me. I saw Naomi leaned towards her husband, talking fast with a look of curiosity plastered on her face. Roman remained poised, but I caught the shimmer in his eyes immediately.
I closed my eyes for a short moment, breathing in the warm air of the stadium. âI call this song, âIf I Ainât Got You.â This for you, baby.â
The angelic notes of the piano played for the stadium, hushing the crowd and casting an intimate spell among the area. Every note that played sped up the beating of my heart. When I raised the microphone to my lips, I closed my eyes again, picturing himâand him only.
âSome people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fameâŚ
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the gameâ
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I sang every note with reverence, solidifying the true meaning of my words. The high notes werenât just to show my talent, but it was to show to strength of my voice connecting to the feelings deep in my heart.
Despite being the last song of the night, my voice seemed to have grown stronger every time my eyes landed on Roman. He strengthened me, he motivated me, he was there for me.
And thatâs why I loved him so much.
âSome people want it all
But I donât want nothing at all,
If it ainât you, baby
If I ainât got you, baby
The last refrain approached, and my heart sang aloud as I took the smallest of steps towards the edge of the stage. I didnât look right at him, although. Instead, I took one last look at the crowd, soaking in the lights, cheers, and smiles on each and everyoneâs faces.
âBut everything means nothingââ
I paused, drawing my voice out to end as soft as possible. Then, I looked down at Roman. His beautiful smile brightened his entire face, his eyes shimmering under the warmth of the lights. I knelt down slowly, letting the tension linger as I slowly reached my hand out down in front of me. Roman never broke eye contact, his hand finding mine like it was a natural instinct. Even with the crowdâs noise, I could hear the faint gasp of Romanâs cousin, likely Naomi.
I squeezed his hand for a second, permeating every meaning of every word just for him.
âIf I ainât got youâŚâ
Every person in the audience saw our interaction, whether it was head on or on the screen at the back of the stage. The crowd quieted for a long beat after the last note faded, watching our moment like it was the rarest thing on earth.
Roman lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles ever so softly. His lips were warm, and his touch was gentle. The simple act had my heart hammering outside of my chest.
It was right when the crowd went crazy was when my hand found Romanâs face, and I leaned in to brush my lips against his. My whole body shookâmy kiss tentative. But Roman kissed me right back, turning the tentativeness into boldness. Whoops and cheers surrounded around us, pulling me back into the insane reality of my life.
âYou came,â I managed to whisper over my heavy breathing of feelings. Romanâs forehead rested softly against mine, his hand stroking a gentle touch down the side of my face to my neck. His deep, brown eyes looked into mine.
âI told you Iâd make it one day, sweetheart.â
My lips curved softly, my lips placing one last soft kiss on his forehead before I brought myself back up to my feet. The crowd was still making noise, drunk on the fact I found my person, and I showed the entire world I was his.
I thanked the crowd one last time for making the best night of my life even more special. I couldnât even hear my own thoughts over the sound of the countless number of fans. The lights dimmed, ending the show on the best note of my life.
Even with the lights dimmed, I could still see Roman looking at me, that smile not faltering for one moment.
Thatâs when I knewâŚ
I made the right choice.
âUce⌠WHAT was that?!â Jimmy screeched as the natural lights turned back on and the rest of the crowd started exiting, still talking about the amazing show my girl put on. I scratched my beard, not even trying to answer as I saw Naomi pop up on my other side.
âSo youâve been dating my favorite singer and didnât give a damn to TELL me? Roman!â
âAlright, alright, Iâm sorry.â I murmured, tucking my hands into the pockets of my jeans. âWe just didnât wanna rush anything. We couldnât risk anything at the time.â
âStill, uce. Youâre just casually datinâ one of the biggest stars and you ainât even wanna tell us? Uce, she wrote a whole damn song about you, so this shit serious!â Jey chirped from behind me, whacking me on the back of my head. I nudged my elbow against his ribs, which definitely solved to problem with his chatty mouth.
âSo, when am I gonna formally meet her? I mean, you gotta bring her to a show or something!â Naomi spoke.
Her husband spoke right after her. âYeah, uce. Bring her to the next cookout or some shit, âcause she technically family now, man.â
Family may have been a little over the line, but it sounded right. It sounded so right. I could picture her at our thanksgiving cookouts, our monthly barbecues, our holiday parties. I could picture her breathtaking smile as she talked with Naomiâor anyone.
But altogether, I could picture us. Her and I.
I smiled, because I couldnât and wouldnât want to picture anything else.
âYep, heâs a goner.â Jey whispered to his twin.
SUMMARY: You just ended your relationship with your long-term boyfriend, Jey Uso, and you seek comfort in his brother, Jimmy. But seeking comfort can mean⌠many different things. Things that could become the damndest of betrayals between twin brothers.
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âSo thatâs it? Weâre done, just like that?â
His tone was subtle, plain. Emotion was etched on his face, but not enough to tell me that this wasnât punching him in the heart like it was for me. I threw my hands up in the air, exhausted at this point.
âI donât know what you want me to do, Jey! Iâve tried and tried to make things right, but it always ends in the most worthless fights! You werenât the same Jey you were when we started dating! You changed, and youâre doing nothing to fix it!â
Jey was silent, but deep down, he knew I was right. He just didnât want to admit it, which pissed me off. He knew that he could talk to me whenever, but he didnât. He didnât approach me with his worries and feelings, which made me feel like I wasnât his first choice. His first instinct. His first priority.
Just his first.
It has been exhausting constantly trying to keep up with him and stay on his good side. To consistently make him proud and prove my worth. And it pains me to admit that this relationship wasnât going anywhere, and it would be better if it just stopped.
âIâm leaving.â I started after giving him the chance to reply and fight for me. But he didnât. He just stayed silent, which really made me fucking angry. âYou obviously donât care about me as much as I care about you, and I canât take it anymore. Iâm obviously not enough for you, Jey.â
âY/N, stop making up stuffââ
âIâm not making up shit, Jey!â I almost screamed, pulling the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder. âIâve never made up shit when it comes to you! Iâve always told you the truth! And Iâm done being treated like a downer. Good luck, Jey. I have a feeling youâre gonna need it.â
And just like that, I was out the door. I wanted to slap myself as one single tear rolled down my cheek. I didnât want Jey to have such gut-retching control over me.
But now, I had nowhere to go. Jey and I have been traveling together for years, and now I donât have a hotel room, I donât have a car buddie, I felt like I didnât have anything.
I dug my phone out of the pocket of my sweats, quickly unlocking it and swiping to my contacts. I scrolled through multiple of some WWE group chats. Most of the women in the group I would head to if I needed support like I did now, but I didnât feel like answering all of their questions or just talking about him.
There was one person at that moment that came to my mind. One of my closest friends in the entire universe. Someone who I referred to as my future brother-in-law. And it wasnât even two minutes later that I was in front of his door at midnight, bag in hand, knocking on his door.
There was no response at first, which I obviously expected, since he was probably already fast asleep. I raised my fist again, contemplating on either knocking again or just sleeping on the uncomfortable couches in the hotel lobby. But before I could come to the decision, the door opened.
Face to face I was with Jimmy, who stood there in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts âof courseâ and his hair up in a high messy man bun. His eyelids werenât dropping, so I was relieved to know that I didnât wake him up. I noticed the way a small line formed between his brows as he looked at me, full of thought.
âUhh, hey. What are youââ
He paused mid-sentence when he noticed the redness around my eyes, and my heavily-packed bag drooped over my shoulder. I repositioned myself, standing up taller and wiping my hand under my nose. But Jimmy being the closest and best friend he is, noticed I was off straight away.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, not even hesitating to open the door wider to invite me in. I bit my lower lip, blocking my emotions from breaking the dam Iâve tried so hard to build these past couple minutes. I slowly dropped my bag onto the floor, crossing my arms in front of my stomach. I reluctantly lifted my eyes to meet his own.
âI-I needed somewhere to go.â I responded, my voice nothing but a whisper. Jimmy furrowed his brows again, taking one step forward but keeping a respectable distance. Even from where heâs standing, I can smell him and feel his body heat radiating off of him.
âUh, why arenât you with Jey?â He asked, rubbing the back of his neck with his deliciously large hand. I sighed through my nose, my lower lip trembling, though not fully out of sadness, but anger as well.
âWe-we arenât doing this anymore.â I responded, flailing my hands in the air trying to make my statement more understandable. âWe broke up.â
âW-what? Why? Are you okay?â He asked, immediately sitting on the bed and grasping my wrist with so much gentleness, ushering me to sit down. I let my body just sink into the bed, but I couldn't fully relax when Jimmy was brushing right up against my arm.
I bit my lip as I nodded my head. âY-yeah, Iâll be alright. I just had nowhere to go, and you were the only person I thought of who wouldnât bombard me with questions and just⌠be there.â
Jimmy went quiet, but his gaze didnât. I could feel the soft heat of his glare on me, which made my body shiver. Shiver. That never happened with Jey.
What was going on?
âYou know you can come to me.â Jimmy started, gathering up my attention. Tentatively, I looked back over at him, meeting his dark eyes in the darkened room, only lit by the frail orange lamp on the desk in the front of the room. âYou know that Iâm here for whatever you need.â
âYouâre not⌠mad?â
âWhy would I be mad?â He asked, turning his body to fully face me, one foot tucked in and the other one hanging off the edge of the bed. I kept my head low as my answer. âJust because you not datinâ my brother anymore doesn't mean it tears us apart. Unless you did some unforgivable shit to him.â
âI didnât do anything.â I cried out, my voice cracking with every word spoken. âWe have been ending almost all our conversations in fights for months now. Iâm getting so tired of fighting, and Iâm trying to explain to him that he needs to talk to me and let me in, but he isnât doing shit! Iâve tried Jimmy⌠Iâve tried to fix things, but I just canât.â
I fought the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes again as Jimmy took in a deep breath. In one smooth motion, he wrapped one of his large, tatted arms around me, pulling me closer to his body. Comfort settled over me. To be honest, many things other than comfort settled over me. Protectiveness, safety, calmness.
None of us spoke for a few minutes. Jimmy could sense that I just needed silence and his comfort, so he gave me exactly that. No hesitation. He rubbed small circles on my shoulder, resting his chin lightly on the top of my head.
He then broke the ice. âI know imma âbout to say some shit you might hear a million times, but you need to hear it from me first.â
I blinked softly, nodding my head and tucking my knees to my chest.
âJey messed up, and that fucking sucks because yâall had something good goinâ on. The fact Jey has been struggling and hasnât been talking to anyone âeven meâ about it wasnât right on his part. He chose to hide it and not seek help. So what Iâm going to say are words you hear every day. âHe doesnât deserve you.â You are worth so much more than he gave you credit for. You always bring smiles to peopleâs facesâespecially mineâand you are just so damn awesome. You mean so much to me, Y/N, and I fucking hate to see that Jey made you second guess yourself.â
I swallowed hard, my heart beating rapidly in my aching chest. Jimmyâs words hit right where they needed to go, making my insides light up after recently being shut down.
âIf you were mine, I wouldnât hesitate to tell you anything, because I knew that you would try to help me and support me in the best way possible. If you were mine, I would shout it loud and proud to the world, because I would want everyone to know that you were mine. This extraordinary fucking woman was mine.â
My low breaths came to a halt, hearing those words âif you were mineâ slip from his mouth. That got me in deep thought.
If Jimmy was mine, he wouldnât let chaos unfold like this. He wouldnât make me second guess my worth. He would always be on my side, always be my ride or die.
And it fucking sucks that Iâm now coming to this realization. The realization that Iâve had the wrong fucking twin this entire time.
âYou would?â I asked, my voice soft but filled with emotion. I tilted my head up higher, really taking a good look at the man holding me in his arms. His attractiveness just skyrocketed after those words, and by the look on his face, he might be regretting them.
âShit.â He mumbled, running a hand down his face, the other slightly loosening its grip on my shoulder. âForget I said that. That was fucking stupid of me to sayââ
âNo.â I cut him off, sitting up tall and bracing myself on my knuckles. The pounding of my heart increased by every tension-filled second passing. âNo, it was not.â
Jimmyâs eyes hesitantly dropped down to me.
âThat was the nicest thing Iâve heard in a long time, Jim.â I ran my hands up his bare chest, feeling the quickness of his heartbeat against my fingers before intertwining them behind his neck. âI really needed to hear that. I love you.â
Now, Jimmy and I have exchanged our âlove youâsâ plenty of times in the past, but it felt much different when I said it now. Unspoken tension blossomed in the air between us, and I knew he felt it too. His hands moved slowly and reluctantly, settling on my hips. He was dangerously close to me at this point, and as much as I knew this was fucked up that Iâm feeling this way and being this close to my exâs twin brother not even fifteen minutes of being broken up, but it was uncontrollable.
âYou meant it.â I whispered, rubbing soft circles against his rigid back as if I was telling him what he felt was exactly how I felt as well. âTell me you did.â
Moments of silence passed before Jimmy lowered his head, resting his forehead against my own. Our mouths were so close that we were breathing the exact same air. My stomach erupted with butterflies at his subtle touch, which was a feeling I havenât felt in months.
âY/nâŚâ he started, trailing his hands further up my body until he was cupping my cheeks. Our eyes met, and it was like an invisible force just locked us together for eternity. âI meant every damn word.â
Goosebumps ran along my spine at the way his voice betrayed him at those last few words. His vulnerable side was showing, and he had no problem letting me in.
Sighing, I rose up on my knees, meeting his mouth with my own at the top. He kissed back almost immediately, but his body went rigid and still. I knew this was crazy. I knew this would break Jey if he ever found out, but if he did, oh fucking well. He was the one who lost me, and Iâm just out here finding back my happiness in my best friend.
I pulled back mere seconds after, my heart thundering out of my chest. Jimmyâs eyelids opened as if a weight was weighing him down, his eyelids opening slowly. He didnât say anything, just stared.
But before I could even begin to regret my decision, he clasped his hands around the back of my head, pulling me in and crashing his lips onto my own. I whimpered against his mouth, meeting him for every drag of his tongue and clash of his lips. My hands grabbed his biceps, fingertips turning white from how tight I was clinging myself to him.
The low groans he made against my mouth made my stomach flutter and thighs dampen. It was the sexiest sound I have ever heard. Way lower than Jeyâs. Much more manly.
I pulled back a second time, grabbing Jimmyâs hands that were now clasped around my neck and leading them down to the seam of my sweatshirt. He paused, eyes searching mine for immediate permission.
And I nodded my head. Right away.
I could barely make out the audible âfuckâ he growled before helping me discard my sweatshirt. As soon as it was off, the cool air from the hotel room hit my bare breasts like a freight train, sending chills through my body.
Jimmy froze, his eyes drinking in the sight of my bare upper body and the fact that I wasnât wearing anything under my sweatshirt. Not even a bra. His eyes flew to mine, and as soon as he saw the slight tug on my lips, forming into a sly smirk, he bounced into action.
His arms wrapped around my waist, his mouth finding its way to my right breast. He kissed the skin around my hardened nipple, soon flicking his tongue over the hard bud in the center. My eyes fluttered closed, my hands combing its way through his dark hair as I undid his bun and threw the hair tie somewhere in the room.
His kisses were fast but painfully soft as he danced his lips around my skin. He went from my left nipple to my chest, then my cheek, over to my lips, then all the way down my torso and to the waistline of my shorts.
He then picked me up, turning us around and laying me flat on the mattress. A soft smile formed on my lips, my hands massaging through Jimmyâs hair. His lips left my skin, and he looked up at me through those long, beautiful lashes.
âYou sure âbout this, baby?â
God, I could come right now just by him calling me that.
I nodded my head, a soft âmhmâ falling from my lips.
And in that instant, he gripped the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling them off in one smooth motion. Then his mouth was right on me. He pressed his lips against my pussy, finding out firsthand how wet he made me in a matter of minutes. He groaned lowly into my skin, his tongue flicking out and licking me up like leftovers on a dinner plate. My head fell back, a soft moan leaving my lips as pleasure ripped through my veins.
His tongue and lips worked with a fiery passion, his eyes closed as he focused on licking every single inch of my skin and drawing me closer and closer to oblivion. Andâfucking hellâI could already feel the tingling in my lower stomach, signaling my first orgasm.
I bit down on my lip to muffle my moan, my hands clawing at the bedsheets beneath me. Jimmyâs mouth moved so extravagantly, licking his way through my pussy like he memorized every fold.
My thighs clenched around Jimmyâs head, my legs starting to shake as uncontrolled whimpers left my mouth.
âJim.. mmmâplease donât stop. Oh my god, Iâm gonna come.â
And just like that, he slid a finger easily inside my pussy, and that was the end of it. He barely pumped his fingers five times into me to make me a shaking mess, drenching his fingers with my arousal as I came violently. Iâve never come that hard in my life, and my head was spinning like fucking crazy.
âCome here.â I heard Jimmy growl, pulling my whole body down towards him. His lips crashed into mine, and my hands instantly flew down to the waist tie of his shorts, undoing the knot and attempting to shove his shorts and boxers down while continuing to thrash my tongue with his.
I separated our lips, my chest heaving as I looked down to watch as I removed his pants. The movement was slow, intimate. I could feel Jimmy's gaze on me as I slowly let them fall to his ankles, then gripped the waistband of his boxers. His dick was strained inside, the print on his boxers looking almost painful.
"Y/n..." Jimmy whispered, his voice low and raspy. I lifted my chin and looked up at him. "You don't gotta do this if you don't want to."
I couldn't help but grin, knowing the fact that Jimmy needed to make sure I was one hundred percent sure about where this is going to lead us to. And although this is somewhat fucked up despite Jimmy being related to Jey the way he is, it seemed almost too right.
"We're doing this." I replied in that same low whisper before smoothly removing his boxers. My breath caught in my lungs at the sheer size of him, already hard and ready for me. I groaned at the sight, wrapping one of my hands around the shaft of his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. I glanced up, watching his lips part and eyelids fall ever so slightly. I smiled just knowing I was already pleasing him.
I leaned in, kissing the head of his cock before slowly taking him into my mouth. Jimmy groaned louder this time, his head leaning back as I adjusted myself on my knees, my strokes becoming more confident by the ongoing minute. My head bobbed up and down, my hair falling down the sides of my face and covering my eyes.
Jimmy, seeing the struggle with my hair, gathered all of it in one of his large hands and held it behind my head, his eyes glued on my mouth and how his whole cock disappeared between my lips. I gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat, my back slouching before pulling back, spit drooling from my mouth.
I took him back in my mouth, technically choking on his dick as I sucked him like a damn lollipop. My hands were braced on his large, hard thighs, keeping myself steady as I took him whole in my mouth.
"Fuuuck, baby, your mouth is amazing." Jimmy moaned, his hand behind my head to help guide his dick into my mouth at the pace he needed. I closed my eyes, tears gathering in them as he consistently hit the back of my throat with every little thrust of his hips.
In one quick, sudden movement, I was lifted up and flipped onto my stomach, my ass up in the air.
"Get on your hands and knees." Jimmy ordered lowly behind me. I immediately obliged, my heart racing with anticipation. One hand landed on my hip while the other one held his cock up against the part of my body that was so ready for him. I turned my head, watching as he was laser focused on his cock slowly disappearing inside of me. My eyes shut as a moan fell from my lips.
"W-wai- you're so big." I whimpered, my hands fisting the white sheets beneath me. A smirk formed on Jimmy's lips as his eyes met mine. "I ain't even all the way in, baby." He then teased.
But then he was. With one thrust, he was all the way in. I dropped my head low, my arms crumpling down to my elbows as he grasped both of hips, meeting my hips with every thrust.
"Oh my god, Jimmy. Oh my god--"
"Mhm." He replied, his thrusts moving faster and steadier. I gripped the sheets for dear life, feeling his cock hit parts of my body no one has ever hit before. "That's it babygirl, you takin' all of my dick now."
"So big. So big." I moaned at every drive of his cock, my voice going from loud moans to little, staccato-breathed whispers. His skin slapped against mine, the wetness of my pussy filling the otherwise silent room. Pleasure rippled through my body, and I was immediately craving more of him.
"Faster." I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Faster, Jimmy. Please."
This man did not need to be told twice. He drove his cock three times faster, raspy pants leaving his mouth as he fucked me to oblivion. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head, my whole body shaking as I let my head and stomach sag into the mattress, my ass still up in the air. My second orgasm was already at its peak, and I could tell by the way Jimmy's cock seemed to twitch erratically inside of me told me that he was close too.
"Fuck baby. Fuck baby." He groaned, pounding into me with absolute ruthlessness. I cried out, my orgasm shattering my body, rattling every nerve in my bones. Then Jimmy came down right after, pulling out of my soaked pussy with ease, flipping me around so he could spill his seed on my stomach. There was something so damn hot about him on his knees, pumping his erected cock that was spurting semen onto my stomach as he groaned in absolute bliss. It made my body start thinking about a third orgasm.
Jimmy collapsed on the bed beside me, taking his hand and rubbing the liquid on my stomach into my skin. No one has ever done that, and I couldn't believe how hot it was.
"Mmm, that was hot." I spoke exactly what was on my mind. He chuckled, his hand trailing from my stomach up to my cheek, cupping my face and pulling me down for a quick kiss. "You're pretty hot, though."
I laughed softly, combing my hand through his disheveled hair that was damp with his own perspiration. "You're silly."
"I can't believe that just happened." Jimmy whispered, changing the subject. He pulled me in closer, and I immediately snuggled up next to his warm, naked, luxurious body. "I've been wanting to do that for ages, baby. And I felt like an asshole knowing that I was thinking that way of my twin brother's girl."
"But I'm not his anymore." I replied. Jimmy looked down at me, smiling ever so slightly. "But, let's not jump into things too quickly. Just because I'm straight out of a relationship. Let's just keep this to ourselves for now."
"I understand. We can do that. As long as it means that I get to have you now."
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his body. "Sure. I would love that."
It's been a whole week since that night with Jimmy. Jey and I haven't spoken since, just me sending one text confirming that I would no longer be traveling with him. Of course, he sent the 'who you traveling with' question, but I decided to leave our conversation at that. I didn't need him to know that I was now traveling with his twin brother.
It was Friday Night Smackdown, and I was backstage sitting on one of the equipment crates looking over my lines for tonight. I wasn't in a busy part of the hallway, so the quiet and peacefulness helped me focus much more.
I've avoided Jey all night. The only time I saw him was when we were in the parking lot. Jimmy went into the building earlier than I did, so I didn't have to worry about Jey catching us. Even if he did, it wouldn't be too outlandish for him because he knows how close of a friendship Jimmy and I have. But it was better to be safe than sorry.
"What'chu doin' all over here alone?"
A smile formed on my lips as I immediately recognized whose sexy voice that was. I looked up, seeing Jimmy with a big 'ol smirk on his face walking towards me. I smiled brighter and set the paper down on my lap. "Just rehearsing my lines. Where have you been?"
"Talking to Aldis. Gettin' ready for my match with Carmelo tonight."
"Good luck! I hope you win." I cheesed, acting like a damn middle schooler with a big fat crush. But I couldn't help it. Jimmy was...well...Jimmy.
Jimmy cackled, moving his body right in front of me and bracing both of his hands on the crate, trapping me. I sighed softly, folding the paper neatly and setting it down next to me.
"I can't stop thinking 'bout you." Jimmy admitted, his voice barely a whisper. Tingles ran down my spine, my heart bubbling to life at his confession. And if I was honest, I couldn't stop thinking about this man too. "Every minute of every day, I can't get my mind off you, baby. I probably gon' be thinkin' bout you in the middle of my match tonight."
"Well, I don't want to be the reason you have a mishap." I whispered, placing my hands on top of his. He shook his head at my response. "Nah, it's gon' be impossible for me to mess up when you're the one on my mind. If anything, I might even compete better tonight."
A soft smile tugged on my lips as my hands ran up his tatted arms and rested at the top of his shoulders. Our eyes were locked, thick tension brewing between us.
Without another word, Jimmy scooped me up off the crate and carried me down to a dark hallway, completely empty and silent. He set me down on my feet, trapping me against the wall with his hot, hard body. His eyes were dark, hungry. He looked determined, eager, and that was a fucking sexy sight to see.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, a tint of suspicion in my tone as I grinned up at him. His left hand was pressed against the wall while the other was cupping my cheek with his whole palm. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing over my own.
"You know exactly what I'm thinking." He replied just before his lips disappeared the sliver of space between us. His mouth crushed against mine, his lips soft and warm. My hands fell to his waist, pulling him flush against me to engulf all of his heat.
I seemed to have entered a completely different world when Jimmy was kissing me like this. A world where no one else existed but the two of us. A world where we can just be us, and there would be no one to give a flying shit about us. It was almost relaxing, tension-relieving.
Too bad that world never truly existed, because footsteps entered the hallway, and the bang that sounded like a plastic water bottle hitting the floor jerked Jimmy and I away. A figure stood at the end of the hallway in my peripherals, and when I looked over to see who it was...
I knew, then and there, we were both fucked.
Jey stood at the end of the hallway, his expression growing with rage, his fists clenching down by his sides. I looked over at Jimmy, then back at Jey, my heart thundering out of my chest.
Jimmy immediately tried to intervene. "Uce, l-let me just talk--"
"What the actual FUCK man!" Jey roared, stomping two steps towards us, shoving Jimmy back. He stumbled, but didn't fall. I gasped. "Why you screwin' round with her?! We just fucking broke up, and now you takin' advantage of that?"
"Uce, I'm not takin' advantage of anything. Just let me talk--"
Before I could even blink, Jey raised his fist, landing a clean punch right along the face of his own twin brother. That caused him to whip his head back, stumbling down to a knee. Another shuddering gasp left my mouth, and I rushed down to Jimmy without a second thought. I inspected his face, my hands gently caressing his cheeks. A bruise was already starting to form, the skin below his eye starting to swell.
"What the fuck, Jey!" I cried out, looking back at him. He looked absolutely pissed, but I was not going to let this slide. "He didn't do anything! I was the one that went to him the night we broke up. He was the one who comforted me and respected my boundaries until I gave him permission to break them! Don't go punching others before you know the whole fucking story!" I yelled, my voice bold but shaky. I kept my gaze on Jey, trying so damn hard not to crumble under his glare and be the bigger and better person.Â
âYâknow what?â Jey started, a selfish smile forming on his lips. âIâon care. Iâon care what you do anymore, Y/N. Fine, go fuck my god damn twin if that makes you feel better. I didnât wanna be with no slut anyway.â
My lips parted with shock at the words that came out of Jeyâs mouth. He raised his bruised hand and flipped us off before grabbing his water bottle from the ground and walking away. I didnât waste one second looking at the corner he disappeared behind, instead turning my attention right back to Jimmy.Â
âAre you okay? Do you need ice?â I asked, running my fingertips gently over the forming bruise on his face. He grunted lightly, shaking his head. âNah, Iâm good. AndâŚshitâŚIâm so sorry âbout that, Y/N. If I wouldâve been more aware and just left you aloneââ
âNo.â I interrupted, shaking my head. âHe was going to find out sooner rather than later. His reaction had nothing to do with you. That was all on him. Donât blame yourself for his actions. Okay?â
Jimmyâs eyes held onto mine, his irises shimmering under the fluorescent light. He remained silent, finally relaxing and resting his head on my slim shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, resting my chin on the top of his head.Â
âYou still âgon be able to wrestle tonight?â I asked, combing my fingers gently through his hair. He licked his lips, kissing my shoulder before laying his head back down. âAs long as I get to see yoâ pretty little face after.â
I laughed, kissing the top of his head. âThatâs fine, because I wanna see your sweaty, charming face after too.âÂ
SUMMARY: youâve gone the whole night keeping your hands off each other. But thereâs a moment where you reach your breaking point, and you need him inside of you. Youâre willing to do anything, even if that means getting it on the tour bus
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
I havenât been able to sit still the whole night. Not just because Jey had a ruthless tag team match with his twin, but something much deeper. Something much more⌠intimate.
Jey was my best friendâhas been for years now. The twins and I met in developmental, where I also met Jimmyâs wife, Naomi.
The four of us have always been close, but everyone knew that Jey and I were the closest. We always hung out together backstage and in catering, traveled to the different cities together, and hung out in each otherâs hotel rooms.
But everyone, including myself at the time, thought that our relationship was strictly platonic. No real feelings, nothing.
But it has been four months since Jey and I took this leap together. We both felt that connection that strung us together, and we both couldnât deny it. We liked each other. We loved each other.
And as of right now at that four month mark, we were still able to keep the fact away from the public. No one knew of the romantic relationship we have been forming, except our parents. Trinity doesnât even know. Hell, Jeyâs own twin doesnât have a clue in the world.
I walked backstage, my head down in my phone in attempts to distract myself from my greedy needs. But nothing seemed to distract myself from the rising heat in my body.
If it were up to me, I would call it a night and head to the hotel. But thatâs the thing⌠we didnât have a hotel booked. Trinity and I planned to rent a travel bus for a whole month for our Road to WrestleMania tour, and that was way before Jey and I became closer.
If we had a hotel, I would text Jey to meet me there as soon as possible, and weâd have all of the privacy in the world to do anything. But I wasnât blessed with that. I wouldnât be blessed with that for a whole ânother month.
A sudden grip on my arm startled me, so much that my phone almost flew out of my hand. I gasped at the sudden movement, all of a sudden face to face with a certain Samoan in front of me. His long, wet hair fell down the sides of his face, framing his chiseled features perfectly.
âJ-Jeyââ I stuttered, chuckling from the unexpected encounter. His eyes were dark, his tongue moisturizing his lips as he stared down at me. My heart was racing, and my legs felt a twinge weaker, and not because of my match.
âBabygirlââ he started, his voice low and deep that had me in a major chokehold. His large hands ran down my body and along every curve. And just like that, I was so close to melting under his touch. ââI need you.â
Jey had never been known as the greedy one, or the one who always wanted his way whenever he wanted it. But this Jeyâthe one that was pinning me against the wall with plea written all over his faceâ told me how desperate he was.
A whisper of a shudder left my mouth, and that was enough to tell Jey that I needed him too. I needed him so fucking bad.
He grabbed my hand, not forcefully, and lead me right out of the exit doors at the end of the dark hallway he dragged me into. The sky was dark, but not pitch black. The wind was nonexistent, making the fifty-degree air feel wonderful.
It was a minute later that I realized where Jey was leading me. He lead me to where all of the buses were parked, and I immediately knew what he was thinking. And me? I thought this was damn crazy.
âJeyââ I giggled as he pulled me onto the bus, shutting the door before pushing me against the wall. His lips danced around my skin, kissing along my jawline and down to my collarbone. I sighed, running my hands through his long hair. âThis is insane.â
âI know.â He replied nonchalantly, glancing up at me with those needy eyes. âBut tell me you ainât been wanting this all night.â
I couldnât tell him that. I couldnât because it wasnât true. I have been thinking about him all night. Even in the middle of my match, I was thinking about Jey and his hands all over me instead of my opponent.
âIf we get caughtââ I started, helping Jey shrug off his jacket. He grinned down at me, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He shook his head. âAinât no one out here yet. We got time, baby girl.â
It wasnât even a full minute later that most of our cloths were discarded and thrown onto the floor. I sat on Jeyâs lap, kissing him like I havenât been kissed in a decade, when in reality, itâs been two hours.
He kept me flush against his body, his lips dominating my own. His fingers crawled in between our bodies, finding their way down to my sensitive clit. I shut my eyes as he rubbed his fingers along my folds, dropping my head onto his shoulder.
âNuh- uh.â Jey started, using his other hand to lift my head up to look into his eyes. âLook at me when Iâm pleasinâ you, babygirl.â
My eyelids were betraying me, growing heavier by the moment as Jeyâs movements moved faster. I was squirming under his touch, but he didnât let me go anymore. I was stuck in this mind blowing, overwhelming pleasure, and it felt so damn good.
My breaths grew heavy as I rested my forehead against Jeyâs. At this point, his fingers were dug into me, and he was pumping in and out of me at a mind-blowing, toe-curling pace. My legs shook under my body, signaling my first in what I hope multiple orgasms tonight.
âFuuuck, babyââ Jey groaned, feeling the way my walls caved in around his fingers. His fingers worked faster, and I didnât miss the way his biceps flexed with every thrust of his fingers.
Sexy-o-meter? Through the fucking roof.
âCome on, baby. Come on, baby, give it to me.â Jey grunted, the filthy sounds of my dripping wet pussy filling the decently sized space of the empty bus. My mouth fell open, my moans filling the area as I came undone in his arms. My legs shook, and my heart raced.
But Jey wasnât done. Not one bit.
He picked me up in his arms with ease, setting me down on the semi-soft couch in the gathering area. He spread my thighs apart, looking down at my glazing, sensitive pussy. He growled lowly, already undoing his pants as he planted kisses all over my skin. I pinched my lips together, fighting to urge to yell at him to hurry up.
I was so impatient when it came to him.
My eyes traveled down, watching his boxers being discarded and thrown off to the side. My mouth became instantly watery as his long, hard erection sprung out, almost mocking me as its tip was pointed right at me. I reached my hand out to wrap around him, but he pushed my arm back and leaned over me. He braced both of his hands on either side of me, a sliver of space separating our lips.
With flawlessness, he eased himself inside of me, stretching me out like it was the first time. I gasped, my hands clawing at his bare back. A low growl dominated his throat, his eyes darkened as he filled me up.
âShittttâyouâre so tight.â Jey moaned, his forehead resting against mine. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip, rolling my hips against him to match his rhythm. Bliss exploded through my body, and every nerve inside my body worrying about us possibly getting caught on this bus left me. I was solely focused on Jey and the way his cock drove into me with such force.
His speed dialed up, sweat forming across his hairline. Soft moans left my mouth at every thrust, his skin slapping against mine. The sounds echoed off the walls, filling my ears and going straight down to my aching core.
âYou have no ideaââ Jey started, his damp hand that was minutes ago filled with my essence running down my cheek. I raised my eyes to look at him. At those dark beautiful irises. ââyou have no idea how bad I needed you. How bad I needed you wrapped around my cock, moaning my name.â
Whispers of his name left my lips as the heat in my body violently rose. My nails created crescent dents in his perfect olive skin. âJey, oh my godââ I breathed out, already on my way to having my second orgasm of the night.
âIt took everything in me, babygirl, to not run out to the ring and drag you back so I could drive myself into you.â
I moaned, my arms tightening around him as he continued thrusting his hips downwards, digging his cock deep into me. My skin grew hotter, and my legs slowly started shaking, signaling my second orgasm of the night. I whimpered against his mouth, my walls clenching and letting loose of his cock. He groaned.
âShit, do that again.â His begged, his voice husky and deep. God, I loved when he begged for more. My walls clamped down onto him again, earning a long groan against my mouth.
We were both caught up in the bliss exerting between us that we didnât realize any of our surroundings.
Which was not goodâ
âAlright, where is this dudeâs damn gearââ
âat all
The sudden voice and the gasp that came out of it had Jey and I shooting away from each other. I shot around, covering up my chest as I saw two of our bus buddies, Big E, standing there next to Kofi. Their eyes looked like they were bulging out of their heads, and their jaws seemed to be dropped to the floor.
âAw⌠HELL NAH!â Kofi groaned, turning around and leaving the bus that instant. E covered his eyes, dipping his chin to his chest. âAlright, what the HELL did I just walk in on? Jey? Y/N?â
âUce, leave bro! Give us some privacy!â Jey scoldedâgrabbing his discarded pants from the ground and attempting to hold it in front of his hard-onâand pushed E back towards the exit. My face grew hot with embarrassment, and I immediately collected up my cloths scattered all across the floor, putting them back on.
âWhy didnât you lock the door!â I whined with annoyance and humility, approaching Jey fully-clothed and wacking his arm. He turned around, quickly putting on his joggers, not even bothering to put on his briefs. âI thought I did! FuckâIâm sorry babe.â
âT-theyâre gonna go tell everyone.â I stuttered, the fact finally settling down in my brain. I slid my slides on and scrambled out of the bus in a panic, chasing E and Kofi who were also racing inside probably on their way to tell everyone what they just witnessed.
Fuck!
âE! Kofi!â I called out, a good distance away from them as they were about to enter back into the building. They turned around, evil shit-eating grins on their faces. âWait! Donât say anythingââ
âOh, hell nah. We telling everyone!â Kofi chuckled as the pair disappeared behind the doors. I cursed under my breath, not even waiting for Jey who was still in the bus doing god knows what.
I raced inside the building, but by the time I finally got caught up to E and Kofi, it was too damn late. E, being the one he is, said his findings loud and proud for everyone in catering to hear, which was everyone on our bus for the tour.
âYo, yo! Yâall ainât gonna ever believe what Kofi and I saw on the bus!â
âHuh? What was on the bus?â Naomi asked, her attention landing on the two as she set her phone down. Everyone else in catering had their attention on them as well.
âE! Stop! Donât you dare!â I yelled, running into the room and heading straight for him, attempting to cover his mouth. But my tiny frame did nothing to his massive one.
âNah, nah! You canât be talkinâ! I just walked in on Jey fucking yoâ brains out! Why you doinâ that where we all sit?!â
Jimmy shot straight up from his seat, removing a stunned Naomi off his lap. âWait, holâ up. You guys were WHAT?â
I opened my mouth to attempt to speak, but Kofi interrupted me. âYeah bro, we walked in on them going all at it. Hot and heavy, uce! We couldnât find your gear, bro. Iâm sorry!â
All eyes shot toward me. And by all eyes, I mean: Jimmy, Naomi, Big E, Kofi, Xavier, Carmella, Becky, Rusev, and Lana. I felt as if I was sinking into the floor, melting with pure humiliation.
Just as I was about to attempt speak for the second time, hurried footsteps entering the room stopped me. I turned around, Jey making his grand entrance as he jogged in the room, shirtless and doing nothing to hide the tightness in his joggers. Beads of sweat still clung to his skin, one pebble making its way down the side of his face.
âHoly⌠shitâŚ.â Carmella squealed under her breath. Jey shot glances between me and everyone else in the room, reality finally setting in.
âUhââ he started, gazing back at me. âHe told everyone, did he?â
I placed my hand on my forehead, desperately trying to chase away the ongoing headache growing. I couldnât believe what was all going down. The word was now out, and the backlash had already begun.
âH-how long has this been going on? Did it just start?â Naomi asked, a stunned look still etched on her face. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip, looking over at Jey with an expression that said âhelp me, please.â
âNahââ Jey started, taking a few long strides forward until he stopped himself right next to me. ââthis didnât just start. Itâs been happening for months, sis.â
My cheeks burned even more than before as I shot Jey a glance. But he didnât look at me. He kept his head up high to remind everyone this isnât just a shit-eating prank he likes to make.
âAwww, cute. But hey, that doesnât give you the pass to go fuck on the bus!â Kofi exclaimed, getting a shoulder slap from Xavier. He looked over at him, shrugging his shoulders.
âOh trust me, weâd be long gone already if we had a hotel.â I admitted confidently, only because Jey was right by my side and the word was out. Jimmy laughed, and the look in his eyes told me he was actually happy for his brother. Happy that he found himself a woman.
JUST THE COWORKER I HATE ⢠JEY USO ⢠PART FIVE
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WORD COUNT: 2.4k
The fans were already screaming, and the event hadn't even started yet. It was Saturday, and my match wasn't until later on tonight. However, Jey was kicking off the show with his match against Gunther, and he had a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.
If Jey won tonight, he would be capturing his first ever singles world championship. He's always been known as a twin and part of a tag team his whole career, and tonight he has the chance to prove to everyone that he can be a singles star as well.
Ever since last night when Jey helped me out with my full-blown panic attack--and my sexual frustrations--I just couldn't seem to get enough of him. I woke up snug right up next to him, and it was the best feeling in the world. And the first thing we did after we woke up was having another round of mind-blowing, eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-your-head sex.
We went to the arena separately, though. What we had going on was relatively new to us, and having so many people bombard us while we are supposed to be focusing on the biggest matches of our career would not have been the right way to go.
I was able to catch Jey before he went up to the concourse for his entrance. His head was dipped down, spraying water into his hair until the ends of his hair were dripping with pebbles of water. His head stayed down, but his eyes shifted over to the left where I was just approaching him. There was barely anyone around, other than backstage crew members hustling around making sure everything was in check.
âI was wonderinâ where you was at, sweetheart.â Jey spoke, standing up straight and ruffling his fingers through his hair to separate the curls. I smiled softly, taking my hand and stroking it through his hair myself. âSorry, I was caught up talking to Liv. But I did want to catch up to you before you went out.â
âOh, yeah?â He asked, a knowing grin forming on his lips. I nodded, running my hands down his black, blue, and gold gear. âYeah, wanted to wish you luck. I hope you win.â
Jey looked around the area, then his eyes dipped back down to me. He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss on my head.
âThank you, ma. Iâll be sure to catch you before your match.â
âOkay.â I replied softly, wrapping my arms around his muscular waist. His hands copied mine, rubbing circles on my lower back. He pulled me closer, until there wasnât a whisper of space between us. I never, never thought Iâd be hugging Jey Uso, ever. Let alone sleep with him.
But after these past few months of being forced to be around him 24/7, something has definitely shifted. Iâve been craving his presence. Iâve been craving his touch. And especially after he gave me the best orgasms of my life last night, Iâve been craving everything about him much more.
It was also the fact that he didnât hesitate to end his night early to come back to the hotel room to help me with my panic attack. There was no frustration behind it. He wasnât angry. He was there for me when I needed him most.
And thatâthat flipped a switch inside of me.
I left the hallway, rubbing my right ass cheek Jey slapped as I left, thinking it was funny. But I would be lying if I said I wasnât grinning like a damn fool all the way back to the locker rooms.
I was laser focused on Jeyâs match. The crowd was behind him this whole feud, hyping him up during his entrances and making the whole arena shake with thunderous cheers. There were so many near falls that had me at the edge of my seat, especially when Jey was the one to kick out at the final millisecond.
I was alone in the locker room. Many of the girls liked hanging out in catering or other areas backstage, so I had the room to myself. That gave me the fortunate opportunity to react in any way I could. I could stare at the devastatingly handsome man on the monitor and not get caught doing so.
Jey suddenly trapped Gunther in the sleeper hold, obviously holding tight enough for Gunther to fall to the mat. He fought to get out of Jeyâs hold, but then, the unbelievable happened.
Gunther tapped.
Jey was the new world heavyweight champion.
A gasp left my mouth as I slapped my palm against my lips. The whole place went feral, screaming and cheering as Jey was announced the new champion. Jey looked like he almost didnât believe the moment himself. But when he held that belt in his arms and took a good look at it, you could tell the realization sunk in.
I was so proud. Unbelievably proud. Jey, this man who was always known as âthe other twinâ or âa tag team starâ has won his first singles world championship. And he did it all by himself. He beat one of the best in the business.
Just as I watched as Jey started heading up the stairs through the crowd with his twin Jimmy, a knock on the locker room door sounded through the empty room. I turned around, watching as a backstage employee pointed at me. âYouâre up in half an hour. Get ready.â She said before closing the door.
I closed my eyes, starting Jeyâs breathing exercises he taught me last night, knowing that if I didnât, Iâd break down on the spot. My match was coming up. My WrestleMania moment was here. It was now or never.
Jey wasnât able to see me before I went out. Although a part of me was upset, I completely understood. He just became world heavyweight champion. He probably had a bunch of media stuff and interviews bombarding him after his match.
I stood in the gorilla, looking at myself in the mirror in deep thought. Liv was behind me, her title wrapped around her waist and her gear fitting her body perfectly.
âAlright, letâs go kill it, girl.â Liv spoke, massaging my shoulders once. I nodded, turning towards her way and sending a small smile. I swear, I thought I was about to projectile vomit all over the room. I felt like I was on the verge of that horrible panic attack I suffered yesterday.
But then my music started blasting through the arena.
The crowd rose to their feet, phones out, lights flashing, and cheers deafening the arena. I plastered a smile on my face, forcing myself through the curtain and out onto the stage.
There were so many people. So many people. They were all on their feet, cheering for me. The adrenaline that spiked through my body cleared my anxiety, and it felt just the slightest bit easier to breathe.
Liv came out after me, Dominik by her side as always. I jumped up and down in place, warming up my body even though the air in Las Vegas was already warm itself. I tried focusing only on Liv and the title, but my mind and eyes kept wandering off to every single fan in the large arena.
From the start, the match had everyone hooked. There wasn't a single moment where the crowd made zero noise. There was always some cheering and some booing. The boos did get excessively loud when Dominik interfered in the match one too many times.
At the fifteen minute mark of our match, Liv and I were both drained. We were giving it our all, and everyone could see how exhausted we were. When we both rose to our feet after hitting a series on each other, Dom got up on the apron and distracted the ref. I stomped up to Dom myself, pointing my finger in his face.
"Get out of here! What are you doing!?" I yelled, loud enough for the cameras to pick up. Dom grinned, his eyes glancing behind me to where I could hear Liv approaching me. I quickly stepped to the side, and Liv hit Dom with a running forearm, knocking him off the apron. The crowd cheered and laughed as Liv gasped, and I took that pause as an advantage.
When Liv turned around, I performed her own finisher, the Oblivion, and sent her face down to the mat. My heart was racing, my body was sweating, and adrenaline pumped through my veins as I climbed to the top rope, hitting Liv with a frog splash that I was taught from the best. I scrambled on top of Liv, hooking one of her legs with my arm and pinned her shoulders to the mat.
Three slams sounded from the mat, and my music echoed throughout the large stadium. My body was drained, all my energy completely gone as I stared up at the baby blue sky and the sun over-shining the ring.
"Here is your winner, and the NEW WWE women's world champion, Y/N!"
The ref kneeled down next to my side as I sat myself up straight. My lip trembled as all of these surreal emotions came pouring down onto me. I choked up a sob, reality setting in when the prestigious title was placed in my sweaty, sore arms. I dipped my forehead down, resting it on the cool material of the gold belt. I couldn't believe it. I was the champion. I was at the top of the mountain.
I did it.
I rose to my feet, letting the ref take my hand as we faced towards the hard cam. I raised my title up with the ref, my eyes wandering over every single cheering fan on their feet for me. I hugged the title to my chest, shutting my eyes and soaking in the almost unreal moment.
"You are amazing, Y/N. And tomorrow, you are going to remind everyone who donât know who you fuckinâ are." Jey's words flurried in my mind. Just thinking of him, and how supportive he's been throughout this whole road made me fight back my unshed tears.
The cameras were off, but I still had a good ten minutes to celebrate before I made my way backstage. I slid out from under the ring, jumping onto the Spanish announce table. The fans all out in front of me, and behind me as well, cheered once again for my victory.
When I closed my eyes once more, I saw Jey. I just pictured him standing in the gorilla, waiting for me backstage with the biggest smile on his face. I pictured me falling into his arms, embracing his warmth and thanking him over and over for giving me the support and motivation I needed to go out and compete on the grandest stage of them all.
I pictured him dipping his head on my shoulder, whispering his praises into my ear. Telling me how proud he was of me. Telling me that he knew I could do it.
I couldn't have done this without Jey. I couldn't have done anything without him.
"Let's go! I knew you could do it!" I heard a faint voice exclaim over the deafening crowd that seemed to have gotten ten times louder. I opened my eyes, furrowing my brows when I saw everyone in front of me doing Jey's 'yeet' movement with their arms. My breath got caught in my lungs, and I turned around to finally see what all of the chaos was about.
There he was. Jey stood in the ring, wearing a simple set of black joggers and a black t-shirt, his title wrapped around his waist that he won earlier tonight. My face immediately crumpled, those unshed tears forming in my eyes once more. Jey stayed where he was in the middle of the ring, that bright smile that I've been daydreaming of planted on his lips.
I jumped off the announce table, heading straight inside the ring. Not caring who was watching in the audience or who was watching backstage, I headed straight towards where I needed to be.
In his arms.
I didn't hear the crowd's wild cheers, I didn't see the phones flashing their lights at us, I didn't hear the clicks of the cameras from the photographers, I just sank. I sank into his arms, hugging him so tight, afraid that he'd disappear if I let go. His head rested on top of mine, his large frame towering over my smaller one.
"You did it, sweetheart." He whispered, his breath cascading over the shell of my ear. I pinched my lips in an attempt to contain my emotions, but it didn't work all too well. I lifted my head off his chest, my glossy eyes staring into his. His expression was one I've never seen before. He looked so happy. He looked so proud. He was proud of me.
Even though there were more than ten thousand phones recording us at that moment, I didn't hesitate for one moment when I gently caressed his freshly washed face, pulling him down so my lips could reach his. It could've been the heat of the moment. It could've been the adrenaline. But one thing I know for certain is that I'm kissing a man who I love. A man who cares for me. A man who supports me and lifts me off the ground when I've been hit. A man whom I'm so proud to claim as mine.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my flush against his body, not even bothering the fact that I was drenched with sweat. He didn't kiss me forcefully. He didn't kiss me with domination. But he kissed me with devotion. Long, slow strokes that told me that it wasn't for show.
This was Jey kissing me for who I am, not for who I was acting to be.
Jey separated himself, knowing all too well that once he starts, it gets harder to stop. He picked my title up from the mat, twirling his finger in a circle motioning for me to turn around. I smiled, my lips feeling swollen and plump as I turned around, letting Jey do the honor of wrapping the title around my waist.
"I'm so proud of you." Jey whispered in my ear, his arms rubbing softly up and down my arms. I turned my head around, looking up into those deep brown eyes that have been torturing me in the best way possible these past few weeks. I let my eyes fall closed as Jey planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
His finger gently brushed under my chin, and I opened my eyes once again. I smiled up at Jey, letting the fans continue their swooning.
"Everyone knows who you fuckin' are now, sweetheart."
JUST THE COWORKER I HATE ⢠JEY USO ⢠PART FOUR
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WORD COUNT: 4.65k
It was the final Monday before WrestleMania, and all of the fans have been eager to see how Liv and Iâs match will play out, especially when Jey was slightly involved in the storyline.
We had one promo to cut, and thatâs it. My character is obviously showing a bit of interest in Jey, but not enough to act up on it.
That sounded all too familiar.
At this point, I think that the crowd thinks this whole storyline with Jey was only a fun thing to add to keep them entertained.
Creative changes have been working their asses off making this story as interesting but reasonable as possible. That means that Jey and Iâs next encounter will be the Raw after WrestleMania, not at WrestleMania itself. Then⌠I guess that will be it.
I headed to the arena by myself tonight, leaving earlier while Jey was out hanging with some buddies on Raw. I took that to my advantage to leave unnoticed.
Avoiding Jey seemed to be the only reasonable solution to my extreme thoughts and feelings arising. I couldnât think this way about Jey, right? I couldnât get caught up in all of this chaos, because I had a match to focus on.
I had a good feeling that Jey has caught on to the fact Iâm separating myself from him. Iâve seen his confused looks from the corner of my eyes. Every time heâs talked to me, a simple one word response usually left my mouth. And I didnât miss the way his brows dipped.
Hearing footsteps approach around the corner, I perked my head up, seeing Jey for the first time today. He was wearing a black jacket and sweats, every button undone to expose the outlines of his pectoral tattoos. His âyeetâ glasses were rested over his eyes, which came to my relief, because I didnât know if I was able to look right into his eyes yet.
âAlright, weâre live in one!â A cameraman called out, giving us our one minute warning. I breathed out a lengthy breath, flattening the wrinkles in my navy leather jacket. Jey took a few steps closer, close enough to feel his heat ricocheting off my body.
âYo,â he started, his voice low and raspy. I fixed my posture, standing up taller and keeping my eyes fixed on the ground until it was absolutely necessary to look him in the eye. I hummed a quiet âhm?â, fluffing up my bun on the top of my head.
âWhy you keeping yoâ space, sweetheart?â
I sighed once again, rubbing my temple and being extra cautious of not smearing my eye makeup. I shook my head just barely. âJey, not now.â I whispered. He didnât respond, but his eyes were still stuck on me. The power that he held in his gaze was almost unbearable, but I was able to keep my eyes away from his until the cameraman exclaimed, âaction!â Jey stepped back off-frame, and I started looking around and pretending to be laser focused on my match.
ON CAMERA
âY/N,â Cathy Kelly started as she stepped into frame. I fixed a smile on my face, turning my body towards her. âThis Saturday, you are going to have the biggest match of your life when you face Liv Morgan for the Womenâs World Championship. How are you preparing ahead of time, and what are your thoughts about the match?â
I breathed in deeply, blinking slowly. âIâve been⌠working hard, obviously. Iâve been taking my training very seriously, because I need to prove to Liv that I can make a name for myself without her help. She was my best friend, and it genuinely guts me that she is now this greedy, narcissistic woman who thinks sheâs on top of the world. I plan on putting an end on that this Saturday and becoming the new womenâs world championââ
âWoah, woah, woah, hold up there fella.â An Irish voice cut through the air. I looked over to my left, frowning when I see Finn, one of Livâs Judgement Day friends, walk into frame. I heard the faint boos of the Tampa crowd.
âY-you really think that you can beat Liv? Are you kidding? Do you even know who youâre dealing with? This isnât the same Liv that accepted you when you came up to the main roster, and the same Liv you won tag titles with. This is different Liv; a more dangerous Liv Morgan. And when you mess with Liv, you mess with the whole Judgement Dayââ
âYou think I donât know that? Iâve been buttinâ heads with all you cowards for months now. I know how you guys work; how you think. And Iâm prepared for anything that might happen.â
âOh, and what are you planning on doing? Begging Jey to be ringside for your match? Jey isnât going to do anything, even when he says he will. And you know how I know that?â
I stayed quiet but kept the scowl on my face. âBecause weâll get to Jey first, and he wonât even be making it to WrestleManiaââ
âDo we got a problem, uce?â
His deep voice sent vibratos of butterflies in my stomach. He approached next to me, his large body intimidating as he stared down Finn. The crowd sent usâwell, Jeyâan electrifying cheer that sent tingles down my spine. I let my frown fall slightly, but there was nothing near a smile on my face.
âNope, no problem here, uce.â Finn responded with a laugh, shooting his hands up in the air. âJust having a little chat with Y/N, isnât that right?â
The corner of my lip twitched with arrogance. âLeave, Finn. And tell Liv to watch her back.â
He just laughed, sending Jey a cocky look before walking away, which now led me to the most excruciating part of the promo. I sighed quietly, turning to face Jey hands on. I looked into his eyes for the first time in a few days, and my body didnât take too kindly to that.
âYou good? He do anything?â Jey asked, exchanging looks between Finn off-camera and me. I scoffed with a laugh, shaking my head. âNo, heâs just talking nonsense. Nothing worth your while.â
âSweetheartââ he started, getting the crowd cooing as his eyes stared daggers into my soul. I swallowed hard. ââthe judgement day messing with you is worth my while. Thatâs the reason why Iâve been all about the Judgement Day even when you and Liv started this whole thing, uce.â
I paused momentarily, fidgeting with my lip and showing a sliver of a smile that could be seen if looked at hard enough. I closed my eyes for a moment, then looked back up at Jey.
âI need to get ready for my match this weekend. Just watch your back.â
âYeah⌠sure.â Jey finished, watching me walk away and off camera.
OFF CAMERA
The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the lit buildings shining into the wall-length window behind me. It was the night before WrestleMania, and I was turning into a fucking mess.
I sat on the ground on the other end of the room, tucking my knees to my pounding chest and wrapping my arms around my shaky legs. My heart was rapidly beating, and I swore it was gonna explode any minute. My body was physically shaking, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My throat felt tight. Way too tight. It felt like there was only a sliver of space in my airways for air to pass through, and I was dreading for that sliver to open wider, but it didnât.
I wasnât stupid. I knew that what was happening to me couldâve possibly been a panic attack. But⌠why now? Iâve never had a panic attack in my life. Iâve never felt this weak and broken down. Iâve never struggled with keeping myself calm and collected.
âOk, just calm down⌠calm down..â I whispered, trying to do anything to stop this turbulent disaster pummeling through my body. I rocked back and forth on my bottom, shutting my eyes closed to try to ease the tension, but nothing worked.
Nothing goddamn worked.
Glancing down next to my foot, I stared at my phone that had been lying there untouched. I swallowed hard, feeling like I clogged my throat even more as I immediately grabbed my phone. I felt like I wasnât controlling any of my actions as I quickly scattered through my phone, pulling up my contacts.
But even though I felt as if I was being controlled, I still knew what I was doing.
I instantly clicked on Jeyâs contact, pressing the speaker button and placing my phone back on the carpeted floor. The phone rang once⌠then twice⌠then three times.
Answer the damn phone, Jey. I whined in my head, unable to keep myself still as I waited for him to pick up.
âYoââ I suddenly heard the voice that Iâve been needing to hear for the past twenty minutes. I sighed obnoxiously loud in relief, a soft whimper leaving my lips as well. I leaned my head back against the cold glass, my lip quivering.
âJeyââ I spoke, fighting the pain and tenderness in my voice. Jey went silent, and I immediately knew that he sensed something was wrong. âY/N? You good?â
âJ-Jey⌠I-I canât br-breathe.â I stuttered, unable to hide the physical shake that was torturing my body.
âY/N, where are you?â He asked instantly, his voice low and demanding. One soft cry left my lips, but I fought with my damn life to keep myself relatively sane on the call. âI-In the h-hotel. J-Jeyââ
âDonât move. Iâm coming.â He spoke with that same demanding tone before ending the call. Knowing that Jey was coming back to the hotel definitely made me feel better, but not enough to stop the panic coursing through my veins.
It seemed like ages before I heard the key card being scanned at the door. Seconds later, it was flung open, and Jey quickly entered the room. I lifted my head up from my arms, my lip trembling as well as my whole damn body. As soon as Jey spotted me in the back of the room, he immediately rushed over to me, squatting down in front of me.
"Hey, hey, what's goin' on? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice as soft as an angel. He gripped both of my hands with his, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"I-I-" I attempted to speak, but my staggered breathing made it extremely difficult to get any word out. Jey just looked at me, and god, probably with judgement. But he can't go. I didn't want him to go. How do I tell Jey that just being here is enough for right now?
Jey sat himself down on the floor right in front of me, pulling me right onto his lap and in his arms. He engulfed me like I was something fragile, his touch ever so soft. I let my head rest on his hard chest, hearing the beat of his heart underneath my ear.
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He knew that all I needed was his presence; his comfort. One of his hands rubbed in small circles against my clothed back while the other one was supportively wrapped around my waist.
"Breathe, sweetheart." He whispered softly against my ear, still gifting me with his warmth and comfort. It took a while, but my breathing finally slowed down to its equilibrium, and my body stopped shaking erratically like it was minutes before. Although, my heart was still racing, and I'm not totally convinced it was just because of the panic attack.
"Breathe with me, sweetheart. In for four, out for eight."
My hands snaked into the neckline of Jey's sweater, fisting the fabric in my palms. I breathed with Jey probably a dozen times until my breathing was back to its normality. Jey continued whispering soft, touching words, kissing my temple at one point as well. I closed my eyes, soaking in the warm, affectionate moment.
"What's goin' on, baby?" He asked, his voice low and quiet. I opened my eyes slowly, my head still rested on his chest like a pillow. I swallowed hard, fidgeting with the fabric of Jey's sweatshirt between my fingers.
"I-I don't know." I lied, curling myself up into a tighter ball. I felt Jey shake his head. "Yes you do, sweetheart. You know you can talk to me."
"I know." I whispered, barely audible. "So then talk to me, Y/N. Why were you sitting over here shaking? What's going on, baby?"
Pinching my lips into a tight line, I dipped my chin and fidgeted with my fingers.
"My match." I finally answered, still looking away from his beautiful face. He then dipped his chin, his eyes scanning as much of my face that was visible. "Your match?"
"I'm freaking out about my match tomorrow, Jey. W-what if I mess everything up? What if I botch my moves? What if the crowd isn't entertained?"
Jey opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could let out a single word. "What if I can't even make it to the ring? I've never competed in front of that many people before. If I mess up, everyone will be watching--"
"Y/N, stop."
His baritone voice rang out in the now silent room. My lips clamped shut, and my eyes slowly rose to meet his gaze. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up into his arms with such ease and placing me on one of the soft, plush beds. He knelt on the ground before me, his hands on either of my knees and his eyes gazed up and locked on mine. The warmth of his touch sent flames spiraling through my body.
Jey shook his head slightly. "You are not going to mess up, Y/N. Stop thinking about all 'dat. Stop thinking about the worst that could happen. Start thinking about you. Start thinking about why Hunter put you in the place you are right now. If you don't know, my ass is'bout to remind you."
My heart was thumping wildly, my eyes locked on the samoan kneeling in front of me.
"You are a woman who fought her way into this business. You didn't train at wealthy wrestling schools or all of the hall of famer's wrestling academys. You trained in a warehouse where you fought hard to prove your worth, and Hunter saw that grit and admiration you had. He saw the willingness you had to get better and better each day. That's why he got you signed in WWE. That's why you are a two time NXT women's champion."
My breath shuddered, my body turning into jelly under his touch.
"You are on Monday Night Raw for a damn reason, Y/N. You've made a statement to every single wrestling fan out there. They know who you are. They know what you are capable of. Hell, even every superstar backstage, including me, can see it. Now you need to find it yourself. You are capable of so much, sweetheart. That's why you are going to have your first WrestleMania match tomorrow, and you are going to tear the fucking house down. I believe in you. My opinion might not matter, but I believe in you. One hundred percent. You understand, baby?"
Sniffling lightly, I rubbed my nose with one of my hands before placing both of them on top of Jeyâs. I looked into his eyes with my glossy own, lubricating my lower lip with my tongue.
âYour opinion matters.â I barely whispered, letting tears freely fall down my face, although I donât really know why. I wiped away the bead of moisture with one of my hands, then returning it to its spot on top of Jeyâs. âIt matters.â
I could see the shift in is face, like it fell into a calm, intimate state. His hands started rubbing soft circles on my skin, trailing ever so slightly up my leg. His eyes were locked on mine, and mine were locked on his. Itâs like an invisible force was pulling us together, and neither of us could back away.
Hell, I didnât want to back away.
Sighing deeply, I soaked in the wave of peace that has flowed through my body for the first time in hours. My heart was fluttering with such delicacy, my body thrumming with anticipation.
âEverything about you matters.â I spoke, my impulsivity taking over. But it was true. Jey did matter. Everything he said to me mattered. And finally⌠finally Iâve taken it into my own hands. Iâve spoken it out loud. Iâve admitted it.
Jey slowly rose up from his knees, his towering frame hovering over mine slowly with loads of intimidation. My back lowered with his body until I was lying on my back, my body sinking into the soft mattress. Jey placed his hands on either side of my head, trapping me.
âJeyââI spoke, almost like a moan. His hips were gently pressed against my own. And god damnâhis erection that I caused was rubbing against my aching pelvis.
âHow can I help?â He asked, running one of his hands down the side of my face and gently caressing my cheek. âHow can I make you feel better?â
A breathy moan escaped my lips just by seeing the imprint in his sweats. A sliver of a smile grew on Jeyâs lips. Yep, he definitely knew the impact he had on me.
âKiss me.â I begged, my arms wrapping around his large back. I lifted my hips up, technically grinding myself against his now raging hard on. âKiss me, Jey.â
And he did. His mouth crushed mine with such intensity that I was blown away instantly. His lips moved with a feverish passion, his calloused hands trailing up the sides of my body and along all my curves.
His mouth felt amazing. I couldnât believe how good and how right it felt.
His hands gripped the end of my grey shirt, technically ripping it over my head. Our lips separated for a split second as Jey threw my shirt across the room, then he was back on me. He kissed me hard. He kissed me like he hadnât been kissed for ages.
His hands snuck around my back to unclasp my bra, his lips working down my neck while doing so. I dipped my head back in mind-blowing pleasure, my hands massaging through his curly black hair. He tossed my bra next to my discarded shirt, then went straight to town massaging my breasts and taking one of my strained nipples into his mouth.
I was panting like a damn animal, my hips unable to stay still as he awoken something inside me that I never knew existed. His tongue flicked across my skin, moving over to my other breast and giving the same amount of affection. My body was squirming, drunk on pleasure.
âJeyââ I whined, my hands running down his shirt and as far down to the waistband of his pants as possible. My fingertips just reached the tip of his erected cock, and godâŚ
I needed more.
He hummed, continuing his mind blowing work with his lips. âI-I need to touch you.â
I could almost feel the smile on Jeyâs lips against my sternum. He glanced up at me through those beautiful long lashes, pinning that sight in my mind forever.
âPatience, sweetheart. Tonight is about you.â He replied, his voice deep and husky. I grabbed the neckline of his black shirt, tugging it in hopes of getting him to remove it. To my luck, he did.
My hands immediately landed on his hard, bare chest, rubbing over his tattooed pectorals. His lips drew deeper and deeper down my body, reaching the waistband of my shorts. His fingers rode into the fabric, his eyes locked on mine with silent permission.
Silent. Permission.
This man knew how to respect a fucking woman.
I nodded my head frantically, my hands running up his neck and back into his hair. He pulled both my shorts and panties down with quick delicacy, exposing the part of my body that has been throbbing like a rabid animal the past several minutes.
âMmm, such a pretty pussyââ Jey groaned quietly, running his fingers gently over the lips of my cunt. A shudder left my mouth. âCanât believe youâve been hidinâ this from me, sweetheart.â
And with that, his head dipped between my thighs, his tongue dragging a long stroke between my soaked folds. A mix of a groan and a moan fell from my mouth, sinking my head into the pillow and shutting my eyes closed. My fingers danced through his hair, and his low groans against my pussy told me he was loving it.
His mouth worked with a vengeance, his tongue circling around my clit while his fingers sashayed around my entrance. My body felt hotter and hotter as Jey continued his movements, eventually sinking two fingers inside of me.
Part of me couldnât believe what was going on at that moment. I couldnât believe I was lying here naked, my legs spread apart and a man who Iâve hated for so long in between my thighs eating me out like an experienced, starved man.
âJeyâoh my god.â
âMhm.â He just mumbled, the vibration of his low voice rumbling against my sensitive skin causing shivers to roll up my spine. My lower tummy churned with unfamiliarity, but I knew that I was going to come soon. Hell, at any minute I was going to tear apart.
Jey Uso was about to make me come.
Holy shit.
âJey, oh my god, Jey Iâm âbout toââ
Jey didnât stop. He didnât slow in his tracks or anything. His tongue continued its worship on my throbbing pussy that was leaking with come as I toppled over the edge. My chest was pounding endlessly, due to the events that just occurred.
Jey licked up every last spot on his dinner plate, looking up at me through those dark lashes. Just by his gaze alone, I could give him a second orgasm.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, meeting Jey halfway as our lips collided together once again. Jeyâs arms slithered their way around my back, holding me upright in his arms while my hands slithered into his sweats. I palmed his whole base with my hand, getting a fruity groan from his mouth.
That, from now on, would be my favorite sound in the world.
Gripping the soft waistband of his pants, I assisted him in discarding them, leaving him only in his boxers, and of course, that large dick imprint that looked almost painful. My mouth watered, and I could just imagine the sight of his dick popping out of his boxers, hard and ready.
âSweetheart,â Jey panted, resting one hand under my chin and tipping my head up to meet his gaze. Although the room was now dark, the moon casted a dim glow, sharpening his chiseled features. âIf you donât want this, we donâ need toââ
âStop.â I cut him off, my hands slowly stroking his clothed cock. âI want to. I need you, Jey. I need all of youââ
Grinning like he just won a damn award, he kissed the hell out of me, this time with more power and dominance. I finally was able to remove his black boxers, and I pulled back to look down at the sight.
My mouth became a damn waterfall.
His cock sprung free, hard, hot, and his tip was already moist with beads of precum. I moaned just at the sight, gripping his length with both of my hands. A low growl rumbled from Jeyâs throat as I slowly pumped him, my eyes locked on his drooping eyelids.
Gazing back down to his deliciousness before me, I only had so much time to admire the sight before I was pushed back down on the bed. A gasp left my mouth as Jey towered over my body, his tip barely brushing against my lower tummy.
âAre you on the pill?â He asked softly, his warm breath dancing along the shell of my ear. Placing each of my sweaty hands on either side of his face, I turned his gaze to meet mine. I nodded my head. âYeah.â
Jey let out a long breath, dipping his forehead down onto mine, my cheeks burning with lust. He reached down for his aching cock, pressing the tip against my damp core.
My eyes shut as his lips pressed against mine, his cock pushing slowly inside of me. I gasped against his lips, already feeling full even though he wasnât all the way in. I curled my fingers into his curly mullet, panting as he rolled his hips up, then rolled them back down, filling me all the way to the hilt.
Jey dropped his head next to mine on the mattress, his movements becoming steadier and more confident by each thrust of his hips. My body was damn-near exploding, my insides igniting a wild fire.
âOh my god, Jey.â I panted, a squeak of a breath leaving my mouth at every thrust of his cock. Jeyâs lips pressed briefly on my forehead, kissing it sweetly and knowingly. âShitâso good. So, so goodââ he mumbled his praises, making my belly even warmer than it already was.
He then grabbed one of my legs, gripping my ankle before throwing it over his shoulder. He wrapped both of his arms around my knee, his cock hitting a different area that made me see so many fucking stars.
I wouldâve been embarrassed by the unladylike scream that fell from my lips, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I was all in on Jey and his long, hard cock doing amazing and wonderful things to me.
My pussy fluttered tightly around his erected member, signaling my second orgasm of the night. Jey groaned, not only because he knew that I was close, but because I just hugged his cock so tightly that he needed to hold on for dear life not to bust on the spot.
âCome for me again, baby. Give me that good shiâââ Jey moaned, his voice turning me on more and more even though I was seconds from convulsing.
I then came again. Hard. Violent. And completely unreal. My head was thrown back, my throat swelling from all of the estranged noises I made during that hot, amazing sex. He came down straight after me, milking his hard, bare cock into me until he was dry.
Then the room went silent. Our panting were the only sounds we heard as we collapsed on the bed, the beads of sweat on our bodies sticking us together. Jey rolled slowly off to the side, letting off some weight from on top of me. My eyes followed him as he laid on his side, his eyes slowly beaming up to meet mine.
His eyes still shone, even though I could tell he was completely drained. His hand rubbed smooth circles on my hip, as if he was trying to settle me down from that immaculate high.
âThat was amazing.â I spoke first, breaking the silence between us. Jey didnât rip his eyes away, he just kept admiring me through those dark irises. âYouâre amazing.â
âAnd so are you.â He muttered deeply, pushing a strand of hair away with his fingertips, tucking it behind my ear. âYou are amazing, Y/N. And tomorrow, you are going to remind everyone who donât know who you fuckinâ are, you hear me?âŚâ
My eyelids drooping down with pure exhaustion, I smiled ever so slightly, finally believing the words that everyone has been telling me.
