âȘ synopsis » after their win, rhea and yn share a kiss, the crowd went crazy. they went back into the locker rooms to change and shower. yn couldn't wait to give rhea her birthday present, so they took advantage of the empty locker room.
âȘ pairing » oldersub!rhearipley x youngerdom!reader
âȘ word count + warningsâŽ
wc:: 3k
warnings:: SMUT18+, strong language, pet names, swearing.
this is not my gif!! the original owner is @punksrhea I do not claim ownership!!
I made the reader the dom in this, I feel it was the right choice. anyways rhea looked so good at crown jewel. as a fellow Aussie i'm in love. more rhea was requested!! hehe here you go loves!!
âȘ pps:: sorry if you read it and its bad this was so rushed đ. oh!! I was at the Melbourne supershow and got to see mami in person and I cried like a baby. she means so much to me
The arena is alive, pulsating with an electric energy that crackles through the air as the crowd roars its approval. Rhea and Y/N stand victorious in the center of the ring, their bodies glistening with sweat, the Kabuki Warriors defeated and lying motionless at their feet. The air is thick with the scent of adrenaline and triumph, the cheers of thousands of fans echoing off the walls like a thunderous symphony. Itâs Rheaâs birthday, and the atmosphere is charged with celebration, the crowd chanting her name in unisonâRhea! Rhea! Rhea!âa deafening chorus that shakes the very foundations of the arena.
Y/N turns to Rhea, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. Thereâs a hunger in her gaze, a promise that lingers in the air between them, as if the victory theyâve just claimed is only the beginning. Rheaâs heart quickens as Y/N takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from Rheaâs face. The touch is gentle, tender, but it sends a jolt of electricity through Rheaâs body, her skin tingling with anticipation. The sweat on Rheaâs skin glistens under the arena lights, and Y/Nâs fingers trace the curve of her jawline, her touch deliberate, as if mapping every inch of Rheaâs face.
Without a word, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their lips crashing together in a fierce, triumphant kiss. Itâs not soft or hesitant; itâs a declaration, a claim, their tongues tangling hungrily as the crowd erupts in cheers. The kiss is raw and unapologetic, their bodies pressing tight against each other, the heat of their passion undeniable. Rheaâs hands find Y/Nâs waist, her fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath her skin, holding her close as if to say, Youâre mine, and Iâm yours. The taste of victory is on their lips, salty and sweet, mingling with the urgency of their desire.
The crowd roars louder, their cheers blending with the pounding of Rheaâs heart. She can feel Y/Nâs breath against her lips, hot and heavy, as their kiss deepens. Itâs a public display of affection, bold and unashamed, and Rhea knows in this moment that thereâs no one else sheâd rather share this with. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies, and the unspoken promise of whatâs to come. The press of their hips, the heat building between them, feels like a secret only they can understand.
Finally, they part, breathless and flushed, their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Y/Nâs eyes lock onto Rheaâs, her smirk mischievous as she whispers, âHappy birthday, babe. Letâs go celebrate properly.â Rheaâs cheeks flush, her pulse racing as she nods, her hand lacing with Y/Nâs. Together, they exit the ring, the crowd still chanting Rheaâs name, their voices a backdrop to the desire simmering between them. The air is electric, charged with the promise of what awaits them backstage.
Backstage, the dimly lit locker room is a stark contrast to the bright lights of the arena. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and victory, the walls lined with lockers and benches, the space quiet except for the distant echoes of the crowd. Rhea begins to strip off her gear, her movements deliberate as she peels away the layers of her wrestling attire. Her toned body is a map of strength and beauty, her muscles glistening with sweat, her skin flushed from the heat of battle and the kiss they shared. Every ripple of her abs, every curve of her thighs, tells a story of power and grace.
Y/N watches her, hunger burning in her gaze. She leans against the lockers, her arms crossed over her chest, but her posture is anything but casual. Her eyes roam over Rheaâs body, taking in every curve, every line of muscle, as if memorizing her. Rhea feels her stare, her pulse quickening as she meets Y/Nâs eyes. Thereâs a challenge there, a silent invitation that Rhea is more than willing to accept. The tension between them is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Y/N pushes off the lockers, her steps purposeful as she closes the distance between them. Her hands reach out, tracing the contours of Rheaâs body, her touch both reverent and possessive. She runs her fingers along Rheaâs shoulders, down her arms, her touch sending shivers down Rheaâs spine. âYouâre fucking incredible,â Y/N murmurs, her voice low and rough with desire. Her words are like a spark, igniting the flame thatâs been simmering between them.
Rhea shivers at the words, her breath hitching as Y/Nâs hands continue their exploration. âYouâre not so bad yourself,â she replies, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her thighs. Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to cup Rheaâs ass, her grip firm as she pulls her closer. Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable, their lips meeting once again in a hungry kiss. Y/Nâs hands squeeze Rheaâs ass, lifting her slightly, and Rhea wraps her legs around Y/Nâs waist, their connection deepening with every touch.
Y/Nâs hands roam lower, lifting Rhea as if she weighs nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around Y/Nâs waist. Rhea moans into the kiss, her hands tangling in Y/Nâs hair, holding her close as their tongues duel fiercely. The kiss is desperate, frantic, their breaths mingling as Y/N presses Rhea against the lockers, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Rheaâs back arches, her body molded perfectly against Y/Nâs, their desire escalating with every passing second.
The locker room fades away, leaving only the two of them, their passion, and the promise of whatâs to come. Y/Nâs hands slide down Rheaâs thighs, her touch sending sparks of desire through her body. Rheaâs legs tighten around Y/Nâs waist, her body arching into her as their kisses grow more urgent. The scent of their sweat mingles, musky and intoxicating, fueling their hunger.
âShower,â Y/N murmurs against Rheaâs lips, her voice a command. Rhea nods, her heart pounding as Y/N carries her toward the showers, their kisses never breaking. The cool air raises goosebumps on Rheaâs skin, but the heat between them is undeniable, their bodies moving in sync as Y/N kicks open the shower door. The sound of rushing water fills the air, a backdrop to their escalating passion.
The water cascades over them, cool and refreshing, heightening every sensation. Y/N presses Rhea against the wall, the tiles cold against her back, but the warmth of Y/Nâs body against hers is all she feels. Their lips part, breathless and panting, as Y/Nâs hands slide down Rheaâs body, her touch deliberate and hungry. Rheaâs skin prickles under the water, every droplet magnifying the intensity of Y/Nâs touch.
Rheaâs head falls back against the wall, her eyes closing as Y/Nâs fingers trace the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Her breath hitches as Y/Nâs hand slips between her legs, her fingers brushing against her core, teasing her, slow and deliberate. Rheaâs body trembles, her muscles tense with anticipation, as Y/Nâs touch sends waves of pleasure through her. The water runs down her body, mixing with the slickness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â Y/N growls, her lips brushing against Rheaâs ear, her breath hot against her skin. Rhea moans, her hands gripping Y/Nâs shoulders as Y/Nâs fingers plunge deep into her, filling her completely. Her body arches, her head falling back as Y/N begins to move, her fingers fucking her with relentless precision. The sound of their passion echoes off the tiles, the water pounding down on them as Rheaâs cries fill the room. Y/Nâs rhythm is steady, her fingers thrusting in and out, stretching Rheaâs walls, driving her wild.
âFuck, Y/N,â Rhea gasps, her voice hoarse with need. âHarder. Please.â Y/N smirks, her fingers obeying, pounding into Rheaâs dripping cunt with a force that makes her see stars. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the shower, obscene and raw, as Rheaâs body tightens, her orgasm coiling low in her belly. Y/N leans in, her lips capturing Rheaâs moans, her tongue tangling with hers as Rheaâs orgasm builds. Her body shakes, her muscles tightening around Y/Nâs fingers as she whispers filthy promises into Rheaâs ear.
âCome for me, baby,â Y/N growls, her voice low and dangerous. âLet me feel you fall apart.â Rheaâs breath hitches, her body on the edge, as Y/Nâs fingers continue their relentless rhythm. Her cries are muffled by Y/Nâs mouth, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shuddering against the wall. Her juices coat Y/Nâs hand, hot and copious, as Rheaâs legs tremble, threatening to give out.
As Rheaâs cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her own desire raging. She positions herself between Rheaâs legs, her body pressing against her, their skin slick with water and desire. Y/N grinds against Rheaâs thigh, her clit throbbing, her breath ragged as she seeks her own release. Her hips move in desperate circles, friction building as she uses Rheaâs leg to ease her own aching need.
âYour turn,â Rhea whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless. Y/N smirks, her hand guiding Rheaâs fingers to her own wet core. Rheaâs touch is hesitant at first, but Y/N moans, her head falling back as Rheaâs fingers slip inside her, mirroring the rhythm Y/N had set for her. Rheaâs fingers are deft, exploring Y/Nâs heat, her thumb brushing against Y/Nâs clit as she fucks her with growing confidence.
Their bodies move in sync, the water pounding down on them as they chase their release together. Y/Nâs breath quickens, her cries mixing with Rheaâs whispered encouragement. Her body trembles, her muscles tensing as her orgasm crashes over her, her cries echoing off the tiles. âFuck, Rhea, fuck me harder,â Y/N pants, her hips bucking into Rheaâs hand as she loses control. Her walls clench around Rheaâs fingers, milking them as she rides out her orgasm, her juices spilling over Rheaâs hand.
Collapsed against the wall, breathless and sated, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Their lips meet softly, the kiss tender and filled with unspoken emotions. âBest birthday ever,â Rhea murmurs, her eyes locked on Y/Nâs, her voice filled with wonder. Y/Nâs smile is soft, her hand cupping Rheaâs cheek as she leans in for another kiss.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rheaâs body, her touch gentle but promising. âWeâre not done yet,â she replies, her voice low and dangerous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rheaâs pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/Nâs lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. âThis is just the beginning.â
Y/N steps back, her eyes raking over Rheaâs body with a hunger that hasnât subsided. âGet dressed,â she says, her tone commanding. âIâve got something else planned for us.â Rheaâs curiosity spikes, her heart racing as she watches Y/N grab a towel, her movements purposeful. The air between them crackles with unspoken desire, the promise of more hanging heavy as they leave the shower, their bodies still damp, their breaths still uneven.
The locker room feels different now, charged with the knowledge of whatâs to come. Rhea dries off quickly, her mind racing with possibilities. Y/N watches her, a sly smile playing on her lips, as she tosses Rhea a fresh set of clothes. âHurry up, birthday girl,â she teases, her voice laced with anticipation. Rhea dresses, her hands shaking slightly, her body still humming from their earlier encounter.
As they exit the locker room, Y/N takes Rheaâs hand, leading her through the backstage maze. The arena is quieter now, the crowdâs cheers distant, but the energy between them is electric. Y/N stops at a door marked Private, her smirk widening as she unlocks it. Inside, the room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. A wrestling mat lies in the center, surrounded by ropes and chains, and Rheaâs breath catches in her throat.
âTonight,â Y/N says, her voice low and dangerous, âIâm going to show you just how much I worship you.â She steps closer, her hands gripping Rheaâs hips, pulling her in for a kiss thatâs both tender and fierce. Rheaâs heart pounds, her body thrumming with anticipation as Y/N pushes her gently onto the mat. The leather creaks beneath her, cool against her skin, as Y/N looms over her, her eyes dark with intent.
âOn your knees,â Y/N commands, her voice brooking no argument. Rhea obeys, her pulse quickening as she kneels on the mat, her eyes never leaving Y/Nâs. Y/N steps closer, her boots clicking against the floor, her presence dominating the space. She unbuckles her belt slowly, her movements deliberate, as Rhea watches, her mouth watering with anticipation.
âYouâve been a very good girl tonight,â Y/N purrs, her belt sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. âBut I think you need a little discipline.â Rheaâs breath hitches as Y/N raises the belt, the leather gleaming under the dim light. She knows whatâs coming, and her body trembles with a mix of fear and arousal.
Y/N runs the belt over Rheaâs shoulders, her touch light but firm, before letting it fall across her back with a sharp crack. Rhea gasps, the sting sharp and immediate, her skin flushing where the belt landed. âFuck,â she murmurs, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N smirks, her grip tightening on the belt as she raises it again, the leather whistling through the air before it lands with another crack.
The sensation is overwhelming, pain blending with pleasure as Rheaâs body arches, her breath coming in short gasps. Y/N continues, each strike calculated, each crack of the belt sending shivers through Rheaâs body. Her skin burns, her muscles tense, but the pleasure building between her thighs is undeniable.
âPlease,â Rhea whimpers, her voice breaking. âY/N, please.â Y/N pauses, her eyes locking onto Rheaâs, her expression unreadable. She drops the belt, stepping closer to run her fingers over the marks sheâs left on Rheaâs skin. âYouâre so beautiful when youâre like this,â she murmurs, her voice soft but commanding.
Rhea shivers at her touch, her body still buzzing from the impact. Y/N kneels in front of her, her hands cupping Rheaâs face as she pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues clash, their breaths mingling, as Y/Nâs hands move down to grip Rheaâs thighs, spreading her legs wide.
âTime for round two,â Y/N growls, her voice thick with desire. She pushes Rhea back onto the mat, her hands roaming over her body, her touch both gentle and demanding. Rhea moans, her body arching into Y/Nâs touch, her skin still warm from the beltâs strikes.
Y/Nâs lips trail down Rheaâs neck, her kisses leaving wet marks on her skin, before moving lower, her tongue tracing the curve of her breasts. Rheaâs breath hitches, her hands tangling in Y/Nâs hair as Y/N takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and teasing until Rhea is squirming beneath her.
âFuck, Y/N,â Rhea gasps, her body on fire. âMore.â Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to Rheaâs core, her fingers slipping between her folds with ease. Rhea is dripping, her juices coating Y/Nâs fingers as she begins to pump in and out, her rhythm steady and relentless.
Rheaâs hips buck, her body desperate for friction, as Y/N leans down, her lips brushing against Rheaâs ear. âYou want my mouth on your pussy, donât you?â she whispers, her voice a sultry promise. Rhea nods, her breath ragged, as Y/N positions herself between Rheaâs thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste her.
The first touch of Y/Nâs tongue sends Rhea over the edge, her body arching, her cries filling the room. Y/N laps at her greedily, her tongue delving deep into Rheaâs wetness, her fingers thrusting in time. Rheaâs hands grip the mat, her body trembling as Y/N eats her out with a hunger thatâs both savage and worshipful.
âY/N, Iâmââ Rheaâs words are cut off by a wave of pleasure, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her juices spill over Y/Nâs tongue, hot and copious, as Y/N drinks her in, her moans muffled against Rheaâs throbbing clit.
As Rheaâs cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her lips glistening with Rheaâs essence. She crawls up Rheaâs body, her eyes dark with desire, and positions herself above her. âYour turn to worship,â she says, her voice low and commanding. Rheaâs heart races as she sits up, her hands reaching for Y/Nâs shirt, eager to return the favor.
She peels Y/Nâs clothes off slowly, her eyes devouring every inch of her body. Y/Nâs skin is flushed, her muscles taut, and Rheaâs mouth waters at the sight. She pushes Y/N back onto the mat, her lips trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, before settling between her thighs.
Y/Nâs breath hitches as Rheaâs tongue makes contact, her fingers gripping the mat as Rhea laps at her with abandon. Rheaâs tongue is relentless, her mouth devouring Y/Nâs pussy, her fingers thrusting in time with her movements. Y/Nâs cries fill the room, her body arching, her hips bucking into Rheaâs face as she chases her release.
âRhea, fuckââ Y/Nâs voice breaks as her orgasm hits, her body shaking, her juices flooding Rheaâs mouth. Rhea drinks her in, her tongue swirling, her fingers pumping, until Y/N is a quivering mess beneath her.
Breathless and sated, they collapse onto the mat, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Rheaâs fingers trace the contours of Y/Nâs body, her touch gentle and reverent. âBest birthday ever,â Rhea murmurs, her voice filled with awe.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rheaâs side, her touch promising more. âWeâre not done yet,â she replies, her voice low and dangerous. Rheaâs pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/Nâs lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. âThis is just the beginning.â
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