Take Me One More Time
You were her physical therapist. Now, you're also her partner. You watched and guided her through a career-changing injury, and after she wins her title back, you want to reward her for all the hard work.
A/N: Smut and stuff... because Mami needs it. And how could you not, with this absolute GODDESS of a woman?
Word Count: 3.3K
She Keeps Me Alive, Shes The Beast In My Bones
In the quiet calm before the storm, the air was filled with anticipation. The arena lights dimmed, a single spotlight cutting through the darkness to illuminate the ring. The crowd's murmur grew into a deafening roar as the first notes of Rhea Ripley's theme song filled the vast space. As her girlfriend, you sat anxiously in the front row, your heart pounding in rhythm with the bass. As Rhea's physical therapist, you knew the pain she had endured to get here, the endless hours of rehabilitation, the sweat and tears shed in the shadows of the gym. And now, her moment had arrived.
Running your tongue along the back of your teeth, you were still getting used to having a tongue piercing. A gleaming silver tongue piercing with a vibrating stud—a secret reward for Rhea's dedication- rests heavily on the muscle. Your heart fluttered at the thought of the surprise, the intimate gesture of love and support that you hoped would ease some of Rhea's tension. It had been months since you had been remotely intimate, not only because of the injury, but because of how invalidated Rhea felt.
Rhea had been pushing herself to the limit, her usual fiery spirit replaced by a taut, focused intensity that had left little room for joy or lightness. This small token was your attempt to remind Rhea of the passion that you shared outside the ropes, the spark that had brought you two together in the first place. She had gone so far as to not stay at the townhome you both shared, but rather a hotel suite by the PC to focus on her training for the last two months.
The match was brutal, a testament to the competitive spirit of both wrestlers. You watched with a mix of professional scrutiny and personal anxiety, your eyes never leaving Rhea's every move. You knew Rhea's body like the back of your hand, and you could see the subtle signs of pain she tried to hide. When Rhea emerged victorious, the crowd erupted. As your eyes scanned the ring, finding Rhea's exhausted gaze and holding it, you willed her to read the silent message of love and admiration.
After the match, as the lights dimmed and the crowd dispersed, you made your way backstage, your adrenaline starting to pump in anticipation. You knew the routine—Rhea would be icing down her shoulder, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. You had to wait, giving Rhea the space she needed to come down from her high. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the secret of the vibrating tongue stud a pulsing thrill against your palate.
When Rhea finally emerged from the locker room, she looked like a warrior goddess in the aftermath of battle. Sweat-drenched hair stuck to her forehead, her eyes alight with triumph, but there was a softness in her gaze that told you she was ready to truly come home. Rhea marched towards you, opening her arms as you ran towards her. You embraced the warmth of Rhea's skin, a stark contrast to the chilly metal of her championship belt. You could feel the tightness in Rhea's muscles ease a bit, the tension draining from her as she leaned into the comfort of their embrace.
"I'm so proud of you, baby," you began, running your arms up behind her head, playing with the long black tresses. Rhea leaned into your touch, a sigh escaping her as you gently kissed her forehead, then her nose, before finally landing on her lips. You felt the stud against your teeth and smirked.
She pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against yours. "Are you ready to come home, baby?" you whispered, shattering the silence around you.
Rhea nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "More than ever," she replied, her voice hoarse from the exertion of the match. She leaned down, pecking your lips once more, and then pulled away. "But first, I need to get this thing checked out," she said, gingerly touching her shoulder.
You nodded understandingly, your hand lingering on her shoulder before dropping away. "I'll grab your bag," you offered, heading to the locker room. Inside, you gathered her things, feeling the weight of the moment. As you turned to leave, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. This was it, the moment you had been planning for weeks, a chance to reconnect and rekindle the flame that had been dimmed by pain and pressure.
When you returned, Rhea was sitting on the bench, the belt now resting next to her. She was still in her wrestling gear, but the exhaustion was slowly giving way to a tired peace. "Oi, come here," she said, patting her lap as the medic worked around both of you. You sat down, taking her hand in yours, watching the doctor with a professional eye, nodding at his instructions.
As the medic wrapped her shoulder with care, Rhea's eyes never left yours. The vibrating stud in your mouth was a constant reminder of the surprise waiting for her. "Thanks," she murmured to the medic, her voice low and filled with relief. The doctor nodded and packed up his things, leaving the two of you alone.
"How does it feel?" you ask, nodding towards the shoulder she has been rehabbing for months.
"Better," Rhea replied with a grimace. "But it's going to need some work. I think I went too hard with the strength training."
You nodded sympathetically, feeling the weight of her words. "We'll get through this, I promise. You know I'm here for you, every step of the way. We can rehab it some more."
Rhea's expression softened, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a hint of a smile. "I know, babe. And I couldn't do it without you."
With the medic's departure, you felt a sudden rush of nervous excitement. Now was the time. You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle kiss that grew in intensity. Rhea's eyes widened slightly, feeling the new addition to your tongue against her own. She pulled back, a question in her eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh, a little nervously.
"I got you something," you murmured, before trapping her lips in another passionate kiss. This time, you let the stud do the talking. Rhea's eyes grew wide, and she broke away, staring at you in shock.
"When…why?" She fumbled out, her eyes darkening as she tried to speak. You could see the curiosity in her gaze as she studied your mouth, her eyes flicking back and forth between your lips.
"I wanted you to experience a little bit more of what you make me feel, literally." You said with a cheeky smile, showing off your new piercing. Rhea's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "I figured, with all the stress of the title run, you could use something…extra."
She groaned as you ran your tongue along your teeth, copying her signature smirk as best you could. "You're something else, you know that?" Rhea said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and affection. "But, really, when did you get this done?"
"A week after you went to the hotel," you admitted, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. "I wanted it to be perfect, so I had it done when I knew you wouldn't see me much; otherwise, I have a feeling it wouldn't have healed so quickly."
Rhea's gaze was intense, a mix of desire and curiosity. "Why is it so large?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," you rasped into the shell of her ear, before standing and grabbing her bag. "Let's get you home, and then I'll show you exactly what this thing can do, champ." You emphasized the champ, swaying your hips as you walked away.
Her laugh followed you out of the locker room, the sound sending shivers down your spine. This was a Rhea you hadn't seen in months, the one who didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders. The one who knew how to let go and have fun.
In the car, the tension was palpable. Every shift of your tongue against the stud sent a pulse of excitement through you, and you could see Rhea's eyes dart to your mouth, curiosity getting the better of her. You both knew what was coming, the anticipation building with every passing mile.
You finally pulled the truck into the driveway of your townhome, sitting for a moment as you both ruminated in the tension. The silence was broken by the sound of Rhea's fingers drumming against the leather seat. She turned to you, her eyes smoldering with a newfound hunger. "Take me inside, babe," she demanded, her voice a low growl that sent a thrill through your body.
With trembling hands, you unlocked the door and led her into the house. The moment the door closed behind you, Rhea spun you around, pinning you against the wall. Her mouth crashed down on yours, her tongue probing and teasing the piercing. Rhea's hands roamed over you, her strong grip a stark reminder of her power in the ring, now transferred to this intimate setting.
You both moaned into the kiss, the vibration from her voice sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your own hands found their way under her damp shirt, tracing the contours of her abs, feeling the muscles twitch and respond to your touch. The taste of victory was still on her tongue, mingling with the sweetness of your mouth.
"Bed," you broke the kiss, pulling her head back by the black hair that was starting to cling to her face. "Now." Your voice was firm, and Rhea's eyes lit up with excitement as she picked you up by the backs of your legs and carried you through the hallway, not breaking eye contact as you both laughed.
In the bedroom, you gently lowered onto the king-sized bed, the softness enveloping you both. Rhea's eyes never left yours, softening as she looked over you like she was afraid to miss a detail. "God, I missed you. I missed this, us." The words slipped out of her mouth, raw and unfiltered, and you felt a knot in your chest loosen.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. You reached up, tracing the line of her jaw with your thumb, feeling the roughness of her stubble. "I missed you, too," you whispered, leaning in for a gentle kiss that grew more insistent with every second.
Rhea's hands slid under your shirt, her calloused fingers leaving a trail of heat across your skin. You shivered as she brushed over your nipples, now realizing you didn't have a bra on. The surprise reflected in her eyes was priceless. She leaned back, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of you.
"Naughty girl," her eyes ran up and down your body, taking in your flushed state. "No bra, new piercing, what else is Mami going to find?" she hummed as she slowly pushed your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. You gasped, the cold air hitting your sensitive skin. She leaned down and began peppering kisses between your breasts, making her way up to your neck. "So, what's this about wanting to show me something?" Rhea whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Her hands began to explore further, unbuckling your belt with surprising deftness given her still-wrapped shoulder. You pushed her back up, slowly starting to unbuckle some of her ring gear. You felt the weight of the stud against your tongue, and the anticipation was making it hard to focus on anything but the promise of what was to come.
As you removed her top, the piercing rubbed against Rhea's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She gasped, looking at you with a mix of excitement and surprise. "Fuck, babe," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "This is going to be…interesting."
You both laughed, the tension of the day dissolving into the warmth of your shared passion. Rhea's hands moved to the button of your jeans, her own excitement growing as she felt the stud against her skin. She kissed you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours. She broke away, pushing the denim down your toned legs as she knelt to take them off of you. You stepped out of the pool of fabric, feeling the coolness of the floor against your bare feet.
The air in the room was thick with desire as Rhea looked up at you, her eyes smoldering. You could see the hunger in her gaze, and your heart skipped a beat. You reached down to help her up, and she took the opportunity to kiss your stomach, her breath hot against your skin. You tugged at her own shorts, eager to feel her bare flesh against yours. It had been far too long since you felt her skin, her body weight on top of you, her love for you in the most primal way possible.
Her leather shorts hit the floor, revealing her muscular thighs and the damp fabric of her underwear. You stepped towards her, kissing just below her collarbone, where a bruise was starting to develop. Rhea's hand slid down to cup your mound, her thumb ghosting over your clit. You moaned into her ear, your breath hitching as she began to massage you in slow, deliberate circles.
"Babe," you moaned, your head falling back as she took the opportunity to lave your neck and chest with kisses. Your fingers found the hem of her sports bra, desperate to feel the warmth of her bare breasts. With a deft flick, the fabric was gone, and you palmed her, feeling her nipples pebble under your touch. She suddenly pulled away, walking towards the closet and disappearing inside. You took this opportunity to twist the stud in your mouth, turning it on to vibrate. The sudden buzz made you bite your lip, a silent moan escaping your mouth.
Rhea returned, her own eyes wide with excitement. "I have a surprise for you too," she announced, holding up a velvet bag. She approached the bed, her movements predatory, and set the bag down before you. You sat up, your curiosity piqued. "But you go first," she said, gesturing towards your mouth. "Show me what you've been hiding."
With a smirk, you leaned in and gave Rhea a deep, lingering kiss. The vibration from the stud hit her tongue, and she jolted with surprise before melting into the kiss. The sensation was intense, a thrumming symphony of pleasure that echoed through your entire body. Rhea's hands slid down your back, cupping your ass as she pulled you closer. You could feel her desire, her body responding to the new sensation.
Breaking the kiss, Rhea leaned back on the bed, panting slightly. "Fuck, that's…that's something else," she murmured, her eyes hooded with lust. You chuckled, feeling a sense of triumph. It was working, the tension was dissipating, and the passion between you was reigniting.
You reached for the velvet bag, your heart racing with excitement. Rhea had always loved surprising you, and you had no idea what she could have picked up. You pulled out a sleek, black leather collar with a silver tag engraved with "Brutality" on it. You looked up at her with a grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I guess I'm the one getting pampered now," you said, fastening the collar around your neck.
Rhea's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in the sight of you in the collar. "You're more than just my partner, you're my everything," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Now, let's see if that stud of yours work for its keep."
With that, she grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you down for another kiss, deeper and more demanding than the last. The vibrations from the stud danced against her tongue, setting her nerves alight. You moaned into the kiss, before pushing her back and taking control. You straddled her, grinding your pelvis against hers as you felt her wetness growing. The stud was doing its job, adding a whole new level of sensation to every kiss and touch.
Rhea's hands found your hips, gripping tightly as she pulled you closer. Her hips began to buck upward, seeking relief from the growing ache between her legs. You broke the kiss, sliding down her body, your mouth leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles down her neck, over her collarbone, and across her chest. You took one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, the stud sending waves of pleasure through her. Rhea's back arched off the bed, a keening sound escaping her throat.
"Fuck, babe," Rhea panted, her grip on the bedsheets tightening as you worked your magic on her sensitive nipples. The vibrations from your stud were driving her wild, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm coiling in her belly. Her eyes were screwed shut, the sensation of the piercing against her skin unlike anything she had ever felt before.
You slithered down her body, the stud grazing against her stomach as you went. Rhea's muscles quivered beneath you, and you took a moment to appreciate the powerful body that lay before you. It was a stark contrast to the vulnerability in her eyes when you had first met her, a young wrestler with a fiery spirit and a broken shoulder. You had helped her through that, and now you were going to help her through this.
Reaching the apex of her thighs, you kissed along where the waistband of her underwear sat, feeling the heat radiating from her. Rhea's breath grew shallow as she anticipated what was to come. You hooked your arms around her thick thighs, moaning at the glistening wetness waiting for you. "You're so beautiful," you whispered, the vibration of your voice making her squirm.
With a grin, you slowly kissed around the slick folds of her pussy. She was already so wet, and the sight of her arousal made your own need pulse. You kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, making her whine before finally pressing the stud against her clit. The vibration was intense, and her body jerked in response. Rhea's eyes shot open, looking at you with a mix of shock and pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed out, her legs spreading wider as you began to explore her with the new addition to your mouth. You licked and nibbled, the vibrations from the stud creating an intoxicating symphony of sensations. The taste of her desire was like a drug, making you want more. You slid the stud down, tracing the line of her slit and watching her face contort with pleasure. Her hands found their way into your hair, pulling you closer as you licked and kissed her with renewed enthusiasm.
Her hips bucked, and you knew she was close. You focused your efforts on her clit, the stud's vibrations increasing in intensity as she grew wetter. "I'm going to come," she warned, her voice tight with need. You didn't stop, the vibration of her voice sending waves of pleasure through your own body.
Rhea's orgasm hit her like a truck, her back arching off the bed as you held onto her thighs for dear life. The piercing sent shockwaves of pleasure through you both, a symphony of sensation that had you seeing stars. Her nails dug into your scalp as she rode the wave of ecstasy, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
As she came down, her breathing heavy and erratic, she looked at you with a mix of awe and love. "Fuck, babe," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "That was…that was something else."
You chuckled, your own arousal building. "Glad you liked it," you whispered, sliding back up her body. "Now, it's your turn to make me scream."