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Heyyy, a blog about WWE! Probably the biggest Seth apologist🙈

[gorgenia77]

❦ MasterList ❦

(18+) Fics may contain over 18 content!!

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞! ꨄ

𖣔 - Angst ꨄ- Fluff ✃-Smut

✰ 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 ✰

- Wrong side of the bed (18+) X ✃

- Real man (Part 1) (fluff, kinda angst?) ꨄ

-Real man (Part 2) (18+) X ꨄ✃

- Maybe a little wrong (part 1) (18+) X implied ✃

- We Knew it was wrong (part 2) (18+) X ✃ 𖣔

✰𝐉𝐞𝐲 𝐔𝐬𝐨 ✰

✰ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 ✰

✰ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ✰

- Sleep Well (18+) X ✃

✰ 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐚 ✰

(These are the only people I have considered writing for so far, but this might change)

[kelseywrestling]

Seth Rollins + swinging titles

[lovelesslolax]

ALL THAT YOU ARE

Synopsis: You and Seth have been fuckbuddies drifting apart. Now that he's a Heyman guy, he comes back unto your life and wants you for real this time. You shouldn't want him; you don't trust Heyman but Seth won't take no for an answer this time

content warnings: dubcon, oral sex (f!recieving), creampies, seth being manipulative, choking

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You weren't exactly on speaking terms with Seth these days. 

Something had changed with him. It started at Elimination Chamber, and it went through to Wrestlemania. You weren’t surprised when he had became a Paul Heyman guy. You could have seen the writing on the wall months ago. Your relationship, if you wanted to call it that, had been tense. You weren’t exactly in a purely platonic relationship but you weren’t in a romantic relationship either. Truthfully, you didn’t really know how you felt about Seth and recently, you were even more confused.  

However, when you were getting ready for Raw in your locker room, you heard the door open. You didn’t invite him in but then again, people like Seth Rollins don’t wait for permission. Being a Paul Heyman guy meant that you didn’t need to wait for anyone now.  

You were on the bench, taping your wrists not really looking at him but you could feel his eyes. He wasn’t watching you with the eyes that he normally did and you could feel it on your back. Something had corrupted that charm and made it more calculated. Feral.  

He didn’t speak. He closed the door and watched you but you knew he was there. You always knew he was there without him saying a word because the air in the room changed each time.  

“You know you are wasting your time down here,” he said, finally, voice smooth and low, the way temptation always sounded before it turned into sin, “You should be at the top with me, like you deserve,” 

You didn’t look at him – you just spoke flatly, “I’m not interested in being one of Heyman’s puppets,” 

He laughed. Not his normal over the top, show boating laugh. It wasn’t cruel, it wasn’t kind. It was just knowing.  

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” You heard his steps alongside his words. You felt him, even before his fingers grazed your shoulders, “You wouldn’t belong to him. You would belong to me,” 

You hated that it made you shiver with want.  

“You don’t get it, do you?” He murmured as he moved to crouch in front of you. He was forcing you to look at him and there was something soft yet so calculating about the way he looked right now. He placed a hand on your knee, soft circles just under the hem of your gear, “I asked for you personally. Heyman didn’t even need convincing,” 

His eyes were full of fire and smoke with something you weren’t sure you could resist. 

“You can say no, Y/N. You know you can always say no and I’ll leave you alone…” his voice was soft, almost caring but you knew better when his hand was pressing up against your thigh, “But that’s not what you want, isn’t it? 

He tilted his head, mouth slightly parting. 

“You’ve always wanted this. You’ve always wanted me,” 

You opened your mouth. You wanted to argue with him, slap him or maybe kiss him but you were conflicted and it showed on your face and the way your face went pink when his hand was sliding higher on your thigh, urging your thighs to spread for him.  

“I barely recognise you, Seth…”  

His smile curled but his eyes looked soft. Sympathetic even. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, voice dark like honey as he leaned in closer, so close his breath fanned your cheek, making you ache even though you wanted to run, “Maybe this is who I’ve always been. Maybe you just haven’t been looking close enough,” 

His other hand came up, not rough but intentional as his fingers slid along your jaw to hold you still, so you didn’t have a choice but to meet his gaze. 

“I see you,” he whispered, “Even when no one else does. I see you even when you try and bury it underneath all that pride. I see you,” 

Your lips parted but no sounds came out. You were trembling but not out of fear. His words were hitting something that was raw and true. You hated how Seth seemed to know that he had some sort of power over you.  

“You don’t have to trust Heyman. You don’t even have to trust me,” he said as his thumb brushed over your lip, slow and a touch manipulative, “But you will come with me whether you think it’s right or wrong,” 

“Why? You asked, voice tight and aching as your breath caught up. His fingers felt your jaw and trailed down your neck, right over your pulse point, “So you can say you own me? Is that it, Seth?  

His chuckle this time was lower, and more honest. 

“I already do,” 

He leaned in, lips just ghosting your own. You felt him everywhere trying to cage you in and the worst part was he didn’t even need to try,  

“Don’t lie to yourself. You have never belonged to anyone but me…”  

You wanted to shove him away. To scream, to laugh in his face, to tell him he was wrong. 

But your body betrayed you.  

You didn’t move. You didn’t flinch. You stayed still, breath catching in your throat as his lips brushed over yours, not quite a kiss, not yet, but claiming all the same. Seth’s fingers moved lower, down your collarbone, dragging with the slow reverence of someone memorising the shape of you. His other hand still cradled your jaw, not tight, but with just enough pressure to say you’re not going anywhere.  

“Say it,” he whispered.  

Your eyes snapped to his. “Say what?”  

“That you feel it,” he said, lips brushing the edge of your mouth again. “This pull between us. You always have.”  

“You’re wrong,” you said, but it sounded weak. Unconvincing. Because his touch was burning through every inch of resolve you thought you had.  

Seth tilted his head, smiling faintly, and it looked almost sad. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me? You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me before I was his?”  

His thumb brushed the hollow of your throat.  

“I was yours long before I became Paul’s.”  

You shook your head, voice cracking 

“You don’t get to twist this...you don’t-” 

But his lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence. It was a kiss that silenced you. A kiss that dominated without pushing too hard. 

It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t forceful. It was worse, it was intimate. Designed to unravel you. Meant to make you need it, crave it, beg for more even when you hated yourself for doing so. 

You gasped against him, but your legs were parting instinctively when his hand slid up your inner thigh again, this time with purpose. 

Seth broke the kiss with a soft bite to your lower lip, watching your flushed, dazed face with something darkly triumphant. 

“You can keep pretending you don’t want this,” he whispered. “But sooner or later, you’re going to come with me.” 

And then his mouth was on yours again, but this time it wasn’t a tease—it was consumption. His hands were on your thighs, spreading them effortless. Fingers yanking at your gear, pushing the waistband down, exposing you like it was his right. 

“You think I can’t smell it...” he murmered, dragging your soaked panties down your thighs, “You were dripping and I barely touched you,” 

“Seth...what the fuck.” 

His hands grabbed your knees and spread you open, eyes flickering with lust and triumph. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” 

And then he dropped to his knees. Before you could even stop him, his hands were pressed against his thighs pushing them far apart before his head dipped down. When his mouth met your heat, tongue immediately flattening and dragging up your soaked folds with zero hesitation. He groaned like it fed something deep in him, something starving. You grabbed at his hair, not to guide, but to survive. 

“Seth...jesus,” 

He didn’t stop. His tongue circled your clit, teasing it, then pressing hard, just to feel the way your thighs jumped. He sucked, licked, and devoured like a man obsessed. 

And maybe he was. 

“You taste like you belong to me,” he growled into you, breath hot, voice wrecked. 

You cried out, loud, grinding against his face before you could stop yourself. Your hips moved on instinct now, chasing him, chasing the friction that burned so good you couldn’t breathe through it. 

He held you down when you started to shake,palms firm on your thighs as he sucked your clit harder, tongue flicking and teasing until tears brimmed in your eyes. 

It was too much. 

Too deep. Too raw. 

And still, he kept going. 

Your first orgasm tore through you like a scream, but Seth didn’t stop. He just kept going. He licked you through it, kept licking, mouth relentless as your hips jerked and your body spasmed. By the time the second orgasm hit, you were almost in tears, legs shaking uncontrollably, hands fisting his hair so tightly he was moaning against your clip. 

He loved it. He fed on you wanting him as much as you wanted him. You broke on his tongue, crying now, voice hoarse as your body collapsed backward on the table, wrung out and soaked and shaking. 

Only then did Seth rise. 

He leaned over you, lips glistening, licking them slow as he stared down at your red face. He did not wait, after what he just pulled from your body. His fingers stroked along the folds of your sensitive pussy before scooping up your slick. 

“There she is,” he whispered, brushing a tear off your cheek with the same thumb that held your lip earlier. “There’s my girl.” 

His fingers pressed against your lip, forcing them inside so you could taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips parted automatically, tongue curling around the fingers he pushed in, coated in your slick, warm, salty. He watched the way you sucked on them, expression burning with pride and hunger, like he’d just claimed a prize he’d been chasing for years. 

“My perfect little mess,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet for me.” 

His hand cupped your jaw, thumb sliding across your wet bottom lip before he pulled his fingers free and stood fully between your spread thighs again. 

You whimpered from overstimulation, but you were far from done. 

Not even close. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you towards the edge of the table until your ass nearly slid off. He pulled down his wrestling gear enough to pull his cock out, thick, flushed, twitching with anticipation as he dragged the tip through your soaked folds.  

“I should make you beg,” he said, his tone a low, dangerous purr. “But you don’t need to. Not anymore.” 

You choked out a breath, too far gone to argue, thighs trembling as he lined himself up, pressing in, slow but deliberate. He wanted you to feel every inch, every second of the stretch. 

And you did. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, clawing at his arms as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottomed out. 

He was so deep it hurt and felt too good to stop.  

Seth grunted through his teeth, jaw clenched as he held still for a moment inside you, like he was savouring it. 

“Made for me,” he growled, one hand gripping your thigh while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head forwards and lowering so his lips were just hovering over his lips, “Say it. Say you were made for me,” 

He slammed into you, hard and sudden, driving a moan out of your throat. 

“Say it,” 

You were crying now, but not from fear. From how full you were. From the way it felt to finally let go. From the way his cock split you open like you were made for this, made for him. His hand slid from your hair to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just there. Just enough pressure to ground you in the chaos of everything. 

And God, you wanted it.  

You moaned, loud, arching under, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips, thighs trembling.  

“Say it,” he growled again, fingers digging in slightly deeper, brutal thrust that made the breath punch for your lungs, “Tell me your mine,” 

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice cracking as your fingers dug into his back, “Seth... I’m yours. Fuck, please don’t stop-” 

That’s all he needed. 

He fucked into you hard, deep, filthy, each thrust driving the table under you just a little farther back on the floor. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, along with your broken moans and the low, possessive growls from his chest. 

“You feel that?” he rasped, fucking you harder. “That’s me inside you. Claiming you.” 

You could feel everything, the stretch, the drag, the way your body clenched down on him so tight it almost hurt. Your pussy was so soaked it sounded obscene, each thrust messier than the last, slick and wet and perfect. 

“You love it,” he snarled. “You love how I take you. You love being ruined.” 

You nodded frantically, eyes wet, lips parted. 

“Yes...yes, I fucking love it, don’t stop, please, don’t stop—” 

His thumb found your clit again, circling it with rough, fast pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your moans rose in pitch, high, wild and helpless. 

“Gonna come again for me?” he whispered, mouth close, tongue flicking over your earlobe. 

You whimpered, head dropping back as the pressure spiralled, white-hot and uncontrollable. 

“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna...!” 

And you shattered before you finished your sentence. You came hard, screaming his name as your body convulsed, your cunt squeezing his cock in tight fluttering waves that had his eyes rolling back. 

“Shit!” he gritted out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, spilling inside of you with a broken guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep as he came, filling you with hot thick spurts until it leaked around the base. You clung to him, trembling, completely spent. His chest was heaving against yours, his forehead resting against the side of your neck, his voice a raspy whisper: 

“You’re mine now. And I don’t share.” 

His lips kissed the skin just beneath your jaw. Soft, almost sweet, a stark contrast to everything that came before. 

“I know,” you breathed, heart pounding, fingers threading into his damp hair. 

And this time, you don’t think you will leave him. Not now, not ever. 

[moxleyrollins]

RAW AFTER WRESTLEMANIA | 04.21.25

[jonmoxleys]

[rollinssection]

IM SO HAPPY FOR SETH

[gorgenia77]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

SETH ROLLINS THE MAN YOU ARW OMG

[gorgenia77]

NEED SETH TO WIN TONIGHT! I AINT PLAYINGGGG😫😫😫

[shadesoftheshield]

Seth Rollins on WWE RAW

June 2, 2014 | April 14, 2025

[gorgenia77]

Oh, this is wrong. Pt.3

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hey guys!! This is low-key kinda just drabble . I haven’t written in a while so I just wanted to write something small that could maybe move this story along. I’m still not 100% sure whether this will make an interesting series, but I digress😭

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Summary: You maybe got a little too involved with your married mentor.

Warnings: Infidelity, power imbalance, the other woman, implied and eventually smut

Pairing: Seth Rollins (mentor) x f/reader

Previous part -> 💘Part 2💘

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You shifted softly, the silk sheet smoothing your bare body as your eyes flickered open. A sense of serenity and peace overcame you as your mind started to process where you were and what exactly had eased you into such a deep sleep last night. That was until the you shifted, turning your body around with a smile, awaiting to lay your eyes on the beautiful man you’d spend the night with. But he wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t.

That small ache in your chest returned as you sat up, naked and alone in the grandiose suit.

Picking up your phone, you found a message from Seth sat on your home screen

“Hey Baby, sorry I had to dash. Order whatever you want from room service.”

Room service? Really? You didn’t want fucking room service, you wanted to wake up next to him. To have him hold you, skin to skin whilst he drew patterns of your waist and reminded you of last night. But of course that couldn’t happen. Not when he’d probably gotten up and gone home to his wife that morning.

Shaking off the ache in your chest, you decided to make the most out of it, picking up the suite phone and ordering some breakfast, which may or may not have been ridiculous expensive. Throwing on the rich robe kindly gifted by the hotel, you answered the door as room services came prepared with an array of delicious breakfast foods and coffee under gold domes.

“Thank you!” You smiled, finally tearing your eyes away from the selection of luxurious foods and to the worker, your smile faltering ever so slightly as she looked back at you timidly. It was the same lady from the front desk, the one who had looked as though she was holding in some sort of declaration. The same face staring back at you now, as though she actively keeping her mouth shut.

After a moment of awkward acknowledgement, she spoke “I’m assuming Mr Rollins will be paying for this?”

Her voice seemed mechanical and timid yet her words reeked of judgment.

“Yes. Yes he is.”

With that she simply nodded with pursed lips and left the tray, exiting the room and trailing down the hallway. Maybe you should have expected it, he was a married man after all, but it’s none of her business. It was nobodies business what you did. Yes, maybe you were technically Seth’s girl on the side, but to you it was more than that. Or at-least that’s what you told yourself.

You tried the morning enjoying the suite, maybe enjoying it a little too idly before you decided it was time to leave. If he was allowed to up and leave, you most definitely could take advantage of the room.

Eventually you cleaned up, grabbed your bag, giving the stunning room one last look of acknowledgement, the image of you and Seth intertwined still very present on your mind.

His scent still lingering on your neck and the imprint of his fingers to your skin still plaguing your mind.

After examining the room with what felt like hope, you knew you had to leave. With what felt like a feeling of dread, maybe slight guilt, you turned from the room and walked down the hall. As you stride through the hotel, you eagerly checked your phone to see if Seth had said anything since his last message, which he had not. That had became a nasty habit lately, waiting for his reply. Waiting like a small puppy for a nod of validation and love.

Sighing and shoving you phone into your bag, your heart nearly stopped as your brain took in the scene before you. You’d been so busy checking for a message from Seth that your eyes had failed to show you the woman stood in the hotel lobby. The sight of her auburn hair had your heart racing and a sickness well up in your throat. What the hell was she doing here? Did she know? Was this whole fantasy about to be over?

Despite your brain feeling like it was moving in slow motion, your legs had instantly spun around to a nearby corner, hiding from the wife of the man who had you pinned against satin sheets whilst moaning your name.

Your back stayed sharp against the corner of the wall, mentally cursing yourself for letting your attraction to this man put you in this position.

After what felt like hours, you peaked your head around the corner timidly, careful to stay hidden. There she was, smiling with the lady at the desk who had handed her a set of keys. She didn’t look pissed or mad. She looked, normal, natural. Eventually Becky had disappeared into the elevator, which allowed you to finally exhale and attempt to gain a sense of rationality.

The second the large lobby was clear, you walked to the grand entrance door like a runway model high on speed.

After getting what felt like a safe distance away from the hotel, you pulled out the your phone placing it to your ear as you waited for the man on the other end to pick up, legs still carrying you through the city anxiously.

“What the actual fuck Seth?!?”

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Thank you for reading (as pur🤭) Any feedback, thoughts or ideas are both welcomed and appreciated. Mwahhh 💋💋

I also didn’t proof read this, sorry 🤓

ALSO ITS MANIAWEEK?! What? 😫

[jonmoxleys]

[bullsforvettel]

[gorgenia77]

just remembered I have a series to be writing🫣

AND CAN WE PLEASEEE TALK ABOUT HOW FINE SETH LOOKED ON RAW IM GOING CRAZYYYY

[cosmoseinfeld]

is this the man y'all hate

[gorgenia77]

AHHHH I NEED HIM!!!

[cosmoseinfeld]

took these incredible screenshots from this 2017 match.

[gorgenia77]

We knew it was wrong. Pt.2

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Hey guys!! I just wanted to give a quick apology for how long this took to come out :/ life was pretty busy. But thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy 💝

Summary: You might have found yourself sneaking around with your mentor. Oops.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of smut, adultery, angst, age gap, maybe more (18+)

Pairing: Seth Rollins x f/reader/wrestler

🏹Part 1🔗

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And so it began. That day in the training room, his hips had pressed so hard against your own that it was highly possible there was an imprint of you body left against the wall. He’d shown his thirst all over your exposed skin, grunting and mumbling as he did so, your soft moans prompting him to try and consume all of you.

His head had been pressed between you thighs, sucking, licking, biting the hot soft skin, driving you crazy.

“You want me to eat this pussy baby?”

Nodding desperately as his hands stayed firmly against your thighs, that wicked smile of his presented on his face. Between kisses on your sensitive skin he spoke “that’s a shame. You should have thought about that before being such a fucking tease for weeks”

His denial of his beautiful tongue made you whine and pout, making him stand up again and grab a hold of your face. “You wanna make it up to me? Get on your knees” he said in such a dominant yet soft way, making you sink to your knees before him, no second thoughts about it.

And well, that’s how your messy affair started. Secret phone calls, empty car park car sex, bundles of flowers randomly showing up at your door anonymous. And of course, the fancy hotels where you could be his shamelessly all night. Was you proud of your actions? Maybe not entirely. But did the feeling of his breath on your neck as his fingers slid down your torso and between your thighs make you quick to forget your wrong doings? Absolutely. How he’d grabbed your hips and mumbled into your ear about how you consumed his mind daily. Describing in detail how he’d picture you, your face, as his hand wrapped around himself tightly, trying to conceal his grunts as the sound of the water hitting the floor became louder, his wife just a room away from the bathroom.

It was a Tuesday morning. Which used to be your favourite part of the week. The part where you could leer and bat your eyelashes at him. Now it felt more like torture. You had to be more cautious. You had to make sure no one had any sort of idea that Seth would be inches deep in you later that day.

As you sat on the mat, catching your breath from the intensity of your training, he carefully made his way to you, sitting down next to you with what seemed like any old innocent conversation. His voice was hush as his eyes scanned the room but his lips moved.

“I’ve booked us a place for tonight. A hotel. Somewhere nice. I think you deserve better than my office or your small apartment.”

Sat beside him, you couldn’t help but admire his stunning side profile as he spoke. Scanning his profile, your eyes darted all around his face, almost as if begging his eyes to meet your. Upon realising you probably looked madly in love with him from an outside perspective, you also turned your gaze to the sight of others training. Nodding in your reply “How nice?”

His face moved ever so slightly closer to yours, his voice a whisper “really fucking nice. Wear that nice lace set I got you.”

You nodded, understanding that wasn’t a suggestion or a request. You couldn’t resist but turn you head to face him, even with the room of other wrestlers, his deep brown eyes acted like a magnet.

Licking his bottom lip, he managed to pull his grasp from your face and stand up, to carry the class on as normal. Meanwhile you tried to stop your mind drifting from what this evening had awaiting for you.

That night you couldn’t contain your excitement, spending a ridiculously amount of time making sure you looked and felt like you’d come from heaven. The lacy lingerie sat on your body, just as Seth had told you to.

Paying for your Uber, you stepped out into the night air and bit back a smirk as you stood before the luxurious hotel before you. As you walked through the lobby that was lined with interior and reeked of wealth, you approach the nice lady at the desk.

“Reservation for Rollins?” You smiled as the lady looked up from the desk. She looked slightly puzzled, hesitating before checking the computer screen again.

“Oh, of course. For Mr Seth Rollins.”She smiled awkwardly, as if she was embarrassed about something. Like she had slipped up.

Taking the keys with a polite thank you, you made your way to the elevator, wondering what that interaction had been about. Did Seth come here often? Why did she look so caught of guard by your presence?

Shaking it from your mind, you approach the hotel suite, grinning with excitement as you approach the door. Yet when you stepped inside, there was nothing but a beautiful room. No Seth, just you.

Well, at least the room was gorgeous. You sent him a quick text, asking where he was, but instead decided to jump on and test the bed. Your back sunk into the large mattress, helping you conclude it would definitely be a satisfying night, and not exactly for your sleep schedule.

After that, with still no text back, you checked out the room a little bit more, feeling the water pressure of the shower, looking in the mini fridge, feeling the soft material of the bath robes. And even after all that, he wasn’t here.

Feeling slightly pissed off, your excitement slowly decreasing, prompting you to pull out your phone and leave him a voice note “Hey, I’ve been for like almost an hour now, where are you? Text or call me back, please.”

Sighing and throwing your phone onto the bed you decided to take off your heals and coat and see what was on TV. Instead of a night of passionate intimate attention, you were curled up on the hotel bed watching some crap reality TV, wondering where he could possibly be.

Another hour had passed and you were practically asleep. Your eyes drifted back to consciousness when you heard the sound of the door open, and Seth’s tall figure approached closer.

“Hey, sorry I’m late I-“ he mumbled, biting his lip as you sat up, still a little sleepy.

Using your elbows to support you, you yawned “Where have you been Seth? I’ve been waiting for hours. I text you. Didn’t you get them?” You asked, trying your best not to sound too upset.

He approached closer, standing before you as his hand gently ran up and down your bare leg “I know, I know. Sorry. Something came up and-“

You interrupted him your brows furrowed , “something came up?”

Sensing the annoyance in your tone, he nodded. Purposefully being brief with his answers “yeah.”

You looked into his eyes for a second, wondering if he’d care to explain what exactly had made him push you aside. But he didn’t answer.

A small put in your stomach made you frown “was it. Was it because of, her?”

Sitting down on the bed, he nodded, letting out a sigh “yes but-“

“I knew it.” You interjected, folding your arms into your lap and moving your gaze from his face to the window, the illuminating city lights staring back at you.

Upon noticing your obviously upset reaction, he groaned “baby, don’t do this. Hey, come on. Look at me.” He spoke sternly, his fingers already pulling your chin before you could even try ignore him.

“You knew I was married when we started this. We both knew this was wrong, but here we are.” He tried to reason with you, his voice soft yet firm.

You didn’t say anything. You knew he was right. This started out as nothing but a scandalous sexy hookup situation. But you couldn’t help but start to fall for him. Yes of course he was incredibly hot, and the sex was great. A selfish cruel indulge action for the both you. But it didn’t feel like just sex anymore.

Pulling your fixation from the city lights, his words found you “You’re still my favourite part of the day. I know I was late and I’m an asshole, but I’m grateful to be sat with you right now.” His finger gently stroked your chin, as his eyes searched yours for forgiveness. “Thank you for waiting.”

His lips softly met the back of your hand, his eyes burning into you, enticing you in.

You used to think you were pretty good at holding grudges. Then you were met with Seth Rollins’ soft eyes and sweet talk and quickly was proved wrong.

Finally meeting his gaze, turning your head from the window, he placed a soft kiss to your cheek “you look beautiful.” He muttered, lips inches from yours.

His lips began to find themselves scattered along your face, neck, collar bones, and just under your ear. The soft sensation making you quickly forget that he the feeling of dread that had lined your stomach moments ago.

“You always look so pretty for me. My own little angel.”

A smirk played on his lips as you expressed your forgiveness through a soft moan, inching closer to his lip. His large hands gripped your waist, pulling you flat onto his lap as his lips finally met yours in a sweet, yet hungry kiss. His fingers gently slip off your dress, tossing it behind him as his lips retreated and his eyes examined your body. A wicked smile curled on his lips as he saw the lacy set modelled on your body, the exactly one he had told you to wear. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me baby.”

As his head ducked down to stomach, you arched into his touch, your chest heaving as his fingers lingered on the small of your back, holding you up protectively.

The next thing you knew, his hand had lifted you up, now on his knees with your legs secured around his waist, he gently laid you down on the big white silk pillows. Whimpering as he sucked, licked, occasionally bit the soft skin on your chest and stomach, his fingers removed your bra, your exposed chest his next victim.

Continuing with his praises and sweet talk, his tongue reached the lace waistband of your underwear, not daring to break eye contact as his tongue glided across the material.

“I’m gonna show you how bad I need you. How much I want you.”

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I’m debating on whether I want to make this a series or leave at this, let me know your thoughts😭🙏

Also, my page is still pretty small so I’m not sure there is a need for one, but is a tag list something you guys might want? Let me know 💞😙

[gorgenia77]

might actually rip my hair out. John Cena you are forever my champion 😕💝