⛧ pair - the bloodline (roman reigns, jimmy uso, jey uso, solo sikoa) x reader
⛧ warnings - unprotected p in v. primal play, degrading, masturbation, lots of positions, exhibitionism, cre@mpies, oral (m! and f! receiving), crying (from pleasure), obviously minors should not be interacting ♡
⛧ this is also my very first smut so please be patient with me as i didn't have any proof-reading done :(
⛧ the bloodline has been chasing you all night backstage. scared to your wits, you thought you have found somewhere safe to hide, hoping to escape. only to be caught and surrounded by the four men, hungry of whatever they wanted from you.
⛧ word count: 3.7K
Run
Run
Run
The only word circling your head. You were backstage, running as fast as you could to get away from four hungry men, chasing you like fresh meat. The Bloodline has had their eyes on you for a while now. They took notice on how you wrestled against the different female superstars. They have watched your every move. And now, they are hunting you down. But why?
You were so exhausted, barely able to catch yourself and you heard the twins call out for you.
“Mamas, there’s no need to run away!”
“Come on out, darling. You can’t resist us and you know it.”
You ignored their taunts and hid behind several crates, taking your chance to catch yourself. Panting from how much you ran, adrenaline spiked to a level you have never felt before. Noticing a small crack of light through the crates, you slowly made your way to it, peeking out to see if any members of The Bloodline were nearby. Not to your surprise, you see Jey and Solo standing nearby, talking about where they last seen you.
“I could’ve sworn she went that way.” Jey whined. “Do you know where she could be?”
Solo shrugged.
Jey sighed “Keep looking. I’m going to find the Tribal Chief and see what he says.”
That’s when your heart stopped. Roman Reigns. The Tribal Chief. The Head of The Table. He was looking for you as well. He is usually patient when it came to getting what he wanted. He was an enigma when it came to that. It would feel scary to be in front him as he was your predator. If he were to find you, who knows what could’ve happened.
It was a game of chance, where you wouldn’t know what would happen if any of them found you. You quietly let a sigh of relief, after seeing the two figures walk away in separate directions, only to realize you were still hiding. You quickly held your breathe, trying to contain yourself from panicking, planning a way to escape and leave the arena. You slowly got up and left the crates, and started walking until you felt a pair of arms swoop you up.
“Found you, sweet thing.” It was Roman. He set you up on his shoulder and carrying you away from the crates. “Did you seriously think you could escape your Tribal Chief? How adorable.” He cooed.
You felt your heart beat fast. You were caught. You didn’t know what was going to happen to you. You were trembling on his shoulders, unaware as to why he wanted you in the first place. As Roman made his way to the other 3 men while carrying you, he was smiling, finally catching what’s been driving him wild.
“Damn Ro. Looks like you found her” Jimmy chuckled. The four men then went to take you to a car, opening one of the car doors and gently placing you in a seat. You couldn’t speak or do anything. You froze in fear, afraid of what they wanted.
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You were brought to a hotel room, placed down on a bed with a blindfold covering your eyes so you couldn’t see what the Bloodline were doing. Your breath hitched feeling four hands gently exploring your body, not knowing that the twins were testing your limits – admiring how your body reacted to their fingers.
“Enjoying yourself, mamas?” Jimmy playfully asked you, feeling his hands grope your breasts. You felt your panties get damp from all the sensations you were feeling in that moment – your legs pathetically trying to close.
“Do you know why we were looking for you all night?” Jey chimed in, slowly making his way to your pants “You drive all of us mad – ever since you came here, you’ve made quite a name for yourself. The way you compete, the way you talk, hell, everything about you makes us hungry.” Your cheeks were warm to this reveal – You were too afraid to even come close to any member of The Bloodline. The way they took down every single opponent that dared to cross them, especially the Tribal Chief. You were craving for at least one member of the faction to fuck you braindead, probably never expected for something like this to happen. You lost your train of thought feeling a pair of lips going up your neck, making their way up to your ear.
“Tell us, Y/N” Jimmy whispered. “Aren’t you hungry for us too?” You gasped feeling him nibble on your ear as Jey began to take off your pants. “You don’t have to be shy.”
You were about to say something before you felt your top and bra come off, shivering from the air hitting your nipples. Jimmy hummed in approval before he started to tug them roughly.
“I…” You started to respond, taking a breath, “I am” The four men chuckle to this reveal.
“In that case, sweet thing.” You hear Roman tease. “Let us have our way with you." After those words were spoken, Roman took a seat, admiring the show as Solo stood beside him, hungrily watches how your body twitches with each gentle touch. Finally, Jey removes your pants to reveal a soaked cunt covered by a pair of panties, eagerly waiting to be used. He kept eye contact with you as he took your underwear off just waiting to see what he’ll do next.
“I think we know how this will go now, darling” Jey finally responded. “Don’t you agree, uce?” looking at his twin brother. “Oh certainly.” Jimmy added “Here, mamas spread your legs and relax.”
You spread your legs wide, allowing Jey to get a better view of your glistening cunt as he begins to hold your legs apart. “You look so delicious; I wonder what you taste like.” Jey growled. As you opened your mouth, you felt his warm tongue slide up and down your clit, not breaking eye contact watching as you melt in front of all four men while blindfolded only seeing pitch black. Jimmy began playing with your hard, sensitive nipples as he started to leave steamy kisses all over your neck. You whined from the sensations you were feeling, the steamy kisses, rough hands groping you, a warm tongue playing with your clit, sliding up and down. Roman smirked seeing you moan and whine, begging for more, feeling his bulge throb through his pants, trying his best to not pounce and do whatever he pleased to you.
“F-fuck!” You sobbed, shaking from Jey’s tongue going in and out of your pussy, your breast being played with and kisses being left all over. You felt like you were going to explode, feeling your stomach tighten from the sensations. “Please…”
“You’re going to cum, baby?” Jey teased as he stopped licking your pussy, allowing his fingers to circle your clit. “Come on, make a mess all over yourself. We want to see it.” You couldn’t take it anymore, “I-I need to- “
Before you could finish, your face was turned and you felt Jimmy kissing you roughly, muffling your moans and cries as Jey removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep in your pussy again, Jimmy squeezing your tits hard and rough as he continues kissing you. As you finally hit your orgasm, you whined into Jimmy’s mouth, cumming all over Jey’s face, your legs trying to close. You could hear Roman chuckle as he watched you ride out your orgasm, Jimmy finally letting your mouth rest, a trail of spit following as well.
With a nod of approval from Roman, finally Jimmy took the blindfold off you – allowing you to see everything surrounding you as your clit throbbed for more attention.
“Ready for more, baby?” Jey asked you, taking his shorts off to reveal his hard cock. Your eyes widened, thinking to yourself how you’ll take it, or how it’ll fit in you. “Now now, mamas. Don’t forget about me either.” You turned your head to see Jimmy without his pants and boxers as well, your cheeks becoming warm. “Now turn over. Jey is going to fuck you while you suck me off.” You turn around to face Jimmy and position yourself on all fours. Making sure your pussy was exposed in front of Jey, you gasped feeling Jey position himself, slapping his tip onto your clit. “Easy doll.”
You cried out feeling Jey push himself into you, your clit throbbing from sensation. It was thick and a little painful, small tear forming in your eyes.
“Aww. Is Jey too much for you mamas? Here.” Jimmy teased, slapping his dick on your face before pushing it in your mouth. You began to adjust to Jey’s size, muffled moans escaping you while you began to bop your head up and down on Jimmy’s length. Jey starts to thrust slowly into you, making sure that you’re not in any pain. His thrusts began to slowly speed up, making your walls clench. Both twins groaning from how good you feel – Jimmy making you take every inch of him in your mouth, his hands grabbing your hair tight and pushing you down further, making you gag a bit. “Fuck, mamas.” Jimmy growled “Your mouth feels amazing.”
Jey chuckled giving you a hard slap across your ass, as his hips buck up with yours, “You like how I fuck your pretty cunt, baby? Do you want some more?” Your sounds were a mix of moaning and trying to grasp for air from how tightly Jimmy was using your hair as handle bars. God, you felt so full, finally getting what you craved for. Finally, being stuffed in a way you haven’t felt before. Both twins’ thrusts get harder and faster, making your stomach tighten again – slowly reaching your second orgasm of the night.
Your muffled moans were driving Roman crazy, waiting impatiently to fuck your brains out. Solo, who knows he’s next, has been watching how your body reacted to each thrust in your pussy and mouth – feeling his bulge get harder and harder with your soft cries and moans.
“Are you ready, baby? I’m going to cum soon – I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my cum.” Jey groaned, feeling his cock throb inside of you. “Me too, mamas? Are you ready for me to fill your mouth while you cum too?” Jimmy chuckled. You looked up to the eldest twin, nodding quickly with blurry eyes, feeling your stomach tighten. “Good girl”
With Jey picking up his pace, thrusting disgustingly faster, you whined feeling your stomach tighten even more, like a jack in the box.
“Get ready, doll”
You finally reached your orgasm, your muffled screams tighten your pussy as Jey thrusted one more time, - making his seed explode deep in you. Jimmy pushes your face down, his cum going to the back of your throat, growling as all three of you ride out an orgasm. Jimmy slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, allowing your lungs air while Jey slowly pulls out of you, your pussy leaking with his cum and throbbing from the roughness. Your entire body shaking from how hard you came this time. Jimmy gently lifts your face up with his finger, giving you hot kisses all over your lips “That was amazing, mamas. You did so so well. Now it’s Solo’s turn – Be good okay?” You nodded as he gotten up, pulling his pants back up and giving you another kiss.
Jey gives you a gentle slap on the ass again, as he also gets up and puts his pants back on. “I’m so proud of you, doll.” He turns your face to meet his and gives you a sweet little kiss before he leaves with his twin out of the room.
Your breaths were hoarse, your abused throat made it hard for you to get more air. You looked and see Solo and Roman look at you with full amusement. Roman gives a gesture to Solo, allowing him to have his turn playing with you.
As Solo gotten closer to you, he gets his pants off, his dick poking through his boxers. Your brain still foggy from your previous orgasm, you look into his eyes with pure lust – You can’t wait for what he wanted to do to you.
“Ready for more, princess?” he asked, his hand reaching down to your clit, sliding his finger up and down. You whine from how sensitive your cunt was – you could already feel how wet you were getting again. “Answer me.”
“Ye…Yes.” You replied, wanting Solo to abuse your holes. He smiled and puts his tongue into yours, having a hot and steamy kiss session – Feeling his fingers play with your clit a little faster. He was amused with the way you whine and cry for his fingers to go inside your walls - still throbbing from Jey. “Good. Now lay on your back.” He chuckled removing his fingers from your sensitive hole. You were getting impatient, laying on your back against the soft pillows, spreading your legs. Solo’s eyes were full of hunger and lust for you as he removed his shorts. Your clit throbbed from the sight of his hard, thick cock – just ready for him to make you cum again. Solo positioned himself, slapping himself on your cunt, trying his best not to push himself all the way in you.
Without warning, he slowly pushes himself into you, growling from how wet you were, your whines making your walls tighten – He was incredibly thick. You felt like his cock would poke through your stomach. He gently grabs your throat, squeezing a bit as he thrusts into you, your choked cries making him go harder. “Fuck, princess. You’re taking me so well.” His praises make you look into his eyes begging for him to go faster.
“Y-You’re so big! I’ll cum too fast” You moaned, loving how rough he was thrusting into you – forgetting that Roman was next, you felt your stomach tighten scared of what he’ll do to you. As Solo pushed in and out of you, he burrowed his face onto one of your tits, roughly sucking your nipple as his grip gotten a little tighter on your neck.
“You’re gonna cum again, Princess? I know you want to.” Solo groaned, knowing he was getting close from being rough with you, lifting his face away from your tits and seeing your eyes roll back. You were trying to make sentences but your stomach kept getting tighter. This was exactly what you wanted. “I’m trying not to cum too fast. You’re so tight and needy. You’re doing so good.” He released his grip on your neck and intertwined his fingers with yours, your other hand touching his face.
“I.. I need to cum!” You sobbed, small tears forming from how rough Solo’s thrusts were – his fat cock continuously hitting your sensitive spots. “Yeah? You wanna cum? Cum with me, princess. I got you.” He teased as his thrusts get sloppy – knowing he was holding back from releasing his cum in you.
You let out a high-pitched scream, as you came all over Solo’s cock, one last thrust before his seed burst in you, your vision only seeing white. You knew exactly what was about to happen next. After riding out your orgasm, Solo pulled out of you and leaned in to kiss you deeply, his fingers playing with your hair. “Fuck, princess…You drained me. Let me fix you up.” He gently lifted you up, making sure you weren’t hurt or anything before he kissed you again. Your eyes turned to see a sexually frustrated Roman, sitting in his chair, looking directly at you. You knew he was going to be the roughest with you. Solo then got up, putting his pants, and fixing himself back up.
After he left, you slowly turned to Roman. The Samoan man cocked his head to the side, admiring how your breath hitched from how many rounds of sex. Your pussy still throbbing and leaking cum. He enjoyed seeing how your face looked, hungry for whatever he wanted to do to you. Your stomach dropped when Roman finally got up from his chair making his way toward you.
“Come here.” He motioned for you to get closer on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, you crawled up to him, your eyes looking into his. He smiled, admiring how exhausted you looked, your hair all messy. “Look at you, still horny after two rounds. You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” his words with a sexual undertone. Your cheeks were warm to his degrading. His rough hands exploring your body as you shivered from his touch. You wondered what he might do to you. Noticing his large bulge on his pants, you slowly reached for it. He took noticed and chuckled. “Go ahead, babygirl.”
With his approval, you slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Your mouth watered from the sight in front of you. You stuck your tongue out and gave soft kitty licks to his tip, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head further down his shaft. You gagged from how big he was, your pussy throbbing for some attention. While sucking him off, your fingers made its way to your clit, making small circles around your pearl – a wave of goosebumps hitting your back. Your muffled moans and grasps for air turned him on. He was amused to how tiny you looked under him.
“That’s right, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” Roman muttered, admiring the way you kept your eyes on him while your lips were around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter to his words, your throat being abused over and over. His praises made you throb with impatience, just begging for him to be inside of you.
His grip tightening around your hair and pushing your head down even more, making you gag from his thick length.
You felt so unclean – rubbing circles on your clit, desperate to slip a finger in your walls, sucking every inch of him and not breaking eye contact. You wanted to please him. Your cheeks were warm as he thrusted in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your gags made him want to force his seed down your throat. But he had another idea. What seemed like an eternity, he ripped his cock out of your mouth.
You choked, pouting that he didn’t fill your mouth with his seed. Roman placed his grip on your throat – he loved seeing you beg for his attention, beg for him to use you the way he wanted. “Impatient, are we?” He mocked how you wanted more with a flirtatious tone. You wouldn’t dare to speak.
He chuckled and in that second, he swiftly picking you up, taking a seat on the bed, and set you down on his lap, aligning his cock to your pussy – You gasped feeling his tip slowly stuffing you, adjusting yourself before he pushed his whole length into you. “Oh fuck..” You cried, wrapping your arms around him as he stretched you out, “I know, babygirl.” His words made you clench – making you fight the urge to cum right there on the spot.
His hand placed on your hip, the other grabbing your ass cheek as he began to thrust in you, deep, slow strokes to let you adjust to his size. You tightened your arms around him, holding him tightly as waves of pleasure hit your body. His gaze on your face – he loved how your faces looked while he stuffed you of him, your mouth open with your tongue out. Your breasts jiggling from each bounce on his cock. He loved how you melted for him – how you craved for him.
“You’re so cute like this, baby. The way you melt from how I fuck you. Is that what you’ve wanted for sometime now? Come on. Tell me how bad you wanted this.” His words muffled from your chest. Your breath was shaky, moaning from how he hit your spot everytime he thrusted into you.
“So bad…” You whined. Wanting him to go faster, You could feel your orgasm coming soon.
“Good girl. For now on, you’re going to be my little toy. Only I can touch you and fuck you like this. Understood?” He ordered, tightening his grip around you and thrusting faster.
“Ye-Yes Ro-“
“Yes what, baby. Say it correctly.”
“Yes…D-Daddy..”
“Good girl.”
You throw your head back, not realizing that you signed yourself with him, to be his to use, to make others aware that you belong to him. But you didn’t care. You craved for him to use you like this, for him to hunt you down like this, to be his prey. Your stomach started to tighten as he lifted his head up and kissed your roughly – the sensations you were feeling in this moment made you not want it to stop. You wanted him to keep fucking you like this, you wanted him to make it known to everyone that you’re only his.
“You feel so good, babygirl. You’re taking me so well.”
His praises made you whimper, getting desperate to cum all over his cock. Swiftly, He laid back making his cock stuff you further.
You sobbed into the crook of his neck as his thrusts get faster and sloppier, knowing he was going to cum soon. He felt so good inside of you, you were begging for him to cum in you. You whined when you felt him deliver a harsh slap on your ass and gripping it tightly. You dug your nails into him from how rough he was with you.
“Daddy’s got you, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good.” He growled, knowing he was getting close too. You felt yourself getting closer.
“I-I need to cum! Please, daddy. I need to- “You moaned, your legs beginning to shake. “I know, babygirl.” He growled, admiring the way you were holding back.
You screamed as you came undone on him, your eyes rolling back from the sensation, Roman following behind as he held you tightly as he came, emptying his seed inside of you. His dark chocolate eyes staring into your face – his lips quick to meet with yours and leaving hot kisses all over your face.
“Holy shit…” He groaned, keeping his cock in you as you rode out your orgasm. You and Roman were breathing heavily from the intense round of sex. Your eyes never leaving his before he kissed you again.
He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.
You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.
"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."
Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.
"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."
He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.
"Soundin' so beautiful,"
He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.
"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."
The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.
"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."
"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.
"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."
You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.
"Please what?"
The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.
"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."
"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.
"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."
He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.
"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.
"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.
"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."
As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.
"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."
"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.
"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"
He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.
"Look up and look at me,"
He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.
You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.
His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.
"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"
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I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..
synopsis: you begged to go hunting with Shawn, but you're cold, bored, tired, and moving entirely too much in his lap. now, he has a problem focusing on the kill and you're gonna fix it. he told you it wasn't his belt
word count: 2997
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, old man!shawn, hunting!shawn, unprotected p in v, fingering, public-ish sex (hunting blind), use of firearm (fully guided/safe), overstimulation, implied age gap, animal death, is this free use? not really... right?
“I want to hear you, I do,” Shawn reassures you, “but scare off my game and watch what happens to you.”
It was too early, too cold, and too damn quiet. How did Shawn enjoy this?
This was “the hunt” that he loved? Rising before the sun in the dead of winter so cold that you need multiple layers to stop freezing? All the while, you’re trapped in a cold tree blind as you stare out of the little windows at a bleak, gray skies?
You shift in Shawn’s lap again, where you’ve been stuck for the last two hours, trying to fit your two bodies in the cramped space and see what he was seeing.
Shawn had sacrificed a few shots at the white-tailed deer to explain the ins and outs of hunting. Shawn presses his chest against your back, the scruff of his jaw tickling the shell of your ear as his breath hits it. His voice is soft and just above a whisper, a low rumble.
You had appropriately dressed for the occasion, knowing that Shawn would have had your hide if you hadn’t; however, the only heat you were getting was the heat of his breath when he whispered.
He hadn’t whispered anything in a long while… You wiggle against him again with a defeated “hmph,” getting extremely bored and tired of the bone-chilling cold.
Shawn’s arms go rigid around you. “Stop moving,” he mutters lowly into your ear. “And stop moaning and groaning; you’re gonna scare off everything out here.”
You roll your eyes, whispering to him, “there’s nothing to scare off, Shawn. We’ve been out here for, what, two hours? Nothing in the last hour.”
You feel his jaw tick behind your ear. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his exhale. Sharp and tired of your whining. You had asked to come out on a hunt with him. In your defense, you didn’t know how absolutely lame it was.
Everything was overwhelming your senses: the scratchiness of your jacket, the shape of the hot packs in your boots, and the way your legs were going numb in his lap.
“How long do we sit here before you admit that there’s nothing out here,” you mutter, digging your hands into the pockets of your jacket. He doesn’t respond as you shift your feet and shake your legs, boots scuffing against the plywood floor of the blind.
“I think the deer got the memo that you were hunting today and stayed home,” you whisper, trying to lighten the mood, knowing you were slightly pissing him off.
Shawn still doesn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed on the trail, one arm around your waist, the other resting on your knee. You sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around yourself, leaning back against him and resting your head on his, moving slightly to find a position that is comfortable.
“Stop.”
You exhale sharply through your nose and close your eyes briefly. “I’m not trying to be annoying, Shawn, I swear… but this sucks. It’s cold and cramped in here. My ass hurts, my legs are asleep, your belt buckle is trying to brand me through my clothes, and nothing is even happening,” you ramble.
“That ain’t my belt. Now, be quiet.”
You blink at his response.
“...What?”
Nothing.
You wiggle your hips against his legs, trying to open them so you can slide down between his thighs. He groans, clearly in annoyance, before opening his legs and pushing you down to sit between them like you wanted.
“I’m sorry, your belt was just pressing into my tailbone, and it was annoying–”
“That wasn’t my belt. Now stop moving and be quiet. I can’t focus with you here,” Shawn mumbles the last part. Your face drops, and your eyes narrow before you start to turn around to look down at his lap.
“Then what is it,” you say with an attitude. Shawn catches you mid-turn and faces you forward without a word.
“Fine, whatever, I’ll shut up, but get rid of whatever is bugging me.” Nothing. His clenched fists relaxed against the tops of your thighs, his pointer finger tapping repeatedly on your knee. He was clearly restraining himself from doing or saying something he shouldn’t.
Still trying to be the sweet and patient version of Shawn, he starts running his hands up and down your thighs. You knew what he was trying to say without his words: “I’m sorry for being so snappy. Just listen, please.”
Shawn takes a deep breath, his body expanding and pushing up against you; whatever was against your back was also pushed up against you. You two were at your wits' end with each other this morning, but that was your last straw.
“Shawn, you clearly know what’s pissing me off if it’s not your belt buckle. Can you please move it or something–”
Suddenly, he’s up and leaning over from behind you, forcing you up and bent over with him. Shawn snaps the blind curtain shut. Moving one of his hands from your waist and to the small of your back, Shawn stands up straight, and you hear the sound of his belt coming undone. You sigh in relief and begin to thank him for finally taking that obnoxious thing off before you’re cut off by him.
“I can’t do this anymore. I told you it wasn’t the damn belt,” he mutters, suddenly reaching around you to unbutton your pants and pull them down. Yanking down your thermal leggings, he speaks again.
“It would’ve gone away if you had just listened,” he mumbles to himself with a huff.
Shawn’s lips are on your neck as he slowly unzips his denim jeans, stalling to give you time to say no. When you stay silent and elect to brace the palms of your hands on the ledge of the blind window, he grunts and shoves his jeans the rest of the way down with one hand.
The other hand that's splayed across your lower belly slides down to between your legs to play with your clit, knowing damn well you weren't wet enough. You typically responded quickly to the hardened body of this former wrestler turned retired hunter, but not that damn quick.
You can hear him groan as two of his rough and calloused fingers meet your clit, immediately spreading you open and stroking your skin like it was velvet.
Shawn's hips rock in the air as he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck with an agonizing sigh just from rubbing those two fingers against you.
His fingers slide back towards your entrance, but there’s hardly any slick, just skin. It was too cold, the early morning winter numbing you to a point where your body couldn’t catch up with your mind. Shawn’s voice is steady and low by your ear, reassuring and focused on getting what he needs to function normally for the rest of the hunt.
“Too cold. I know,” he mutters, his warm breath causing a full-body shiver. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as his hand slides up your body, away from your entrance, and you almost pull it back down, begging for it.
Just as you open your mouth, you hear the unmistakable noise of him spitting into his hand. A spit start.
Shawn’s other hand holds your hand steady as his spit-coated fingers push into you, just the tip of one finger. Your shocked gasp causes him to press a kiss to the back of your neck before he adds a second finger. His fingers are pumping in and out of you more easily, but your body is still rigid, and Shawn can read it like a book.
“It’ll get easier once you warm up. Trust me, you’ll be warm in a minute,” Shawn speaks in a hushed whisper that sounds like it’s more to himself than to you.
“I’m sorry,” he grumbles, his forehead pressed to the space between your shoulder blades.
You begin to ask why, but his fingers slide out of you and are replaced with tip of his cock nudging your entrance. Shawn’s cock is slipping past those rings of muscles in your pussy like they're nothing, like he wasn’t as thick as he most certainly was. It steals your breath entirely, and you drop your head between your shoulders.
You're not ready, but it doesn’t matter to either of you. The blunt heat of him presses insistently inside of you, and you clamp down around him at the stretch.
Shawn doesn’t say anything; he just breathes as his forehead rests against the back of your head like he’s anchoring himself. His hips roll forward anyways, and you gasp in disbelief at how he could make you feel.
A spark shoots up your back as he buries himself in you, to the base of his cock. Your back arches and your hips rock back into his, your fingers scratching against the window ledge as you go rigid. Shawn feels it. He always does.
His hand smoothes over your back and hip once a whimper sounds from you. “Hush, okay? I got you.” His voice comes out thick as he pulls back a little before pushing right back in.
You can’t help that your knees give out a little as another wave of heat shoots up your spinal cord. It happens every time he fills you up to the brim.
The groan he lets out as he has you bent over in his tree blind is barely audible, following his own instructions. Hush.
He’s impatient, needy, and desperate for a fix for the issue that you caused. Shawn takes a moment to feel you and appreciate your soft warmth.
You're finally adjusting, walls coated with barely enough of your slickness to be comfortable. But you still weren’t fully ready, and Shawn was already far too gone to even think about taking his time with you.
Shawn shifts his weight behind you, adjusting his hold on you to stand you upright. His breathing is hot and harsh, beating down against your skin as he does everything in his power to keep quiet. It’s a reminder of just how close he is as his hips push forward into you over and over.
“Easy,” he says in a hushed voice as your nails make an audible scraping sound against the window ledge and your hips writhe. He readjusts his grip again, a silent reminder to stay still.
With each thrust he gives you, slow, deep, and too soft for your liking, you push back against him in a desperate search for more.
“Easy,” Shawn repeats himself, the words more of a command as he presses further against your back.
He can see how your fingers pressed into the interior of the hunting blind, see how your head dropped down. You’re trying so hard to not make a sound, but it's too damn good.
Shawn’s fingers press into your skin as he holds you against him. His hips pull back antagonizingly slow, and he waits a moment before quickly pushing his way back inside of your walls.
“God, I don't want to be anywhere else,” his voice full of desire while his free hand snakes its way into your hair, pulling your head up from between your shoulders.
His facial hair tickles your skin as he presses his mouth into your neck, the pace not nearly enough to satisfy you… You had a feeling that wasn’t what he was trying to do at all; that he simply needed to get off after having you in his lap all morning. He was using your body to do it.
Shawn groans again, the sound muffled against the back of your head, his lips now pressed into your hair. You gasp out a moan as he stretches you again, the feeling overwhelming as you arch your back against him, a silent and involuntary plea from your body for him to go deeper, to go harder.
Shawn knows all of your tells, what buttons to press to drive you wild when he wants to; just a little squeeze here, a little rougher there, a firmer pressure on your lower back, or a harsher command of “be still” and you were putty in his skilled hands.
“Shh,” Shawn whispers, his forearm now wrapping around your belly so he can thrust into you with more force, the pace becoming deliciously predictable.
His other hand moves from your hair to wrap around the top of your throat but not squeezing. Instead, he tilts your head back just enough that it slightly restricts your airways. You can’t make a sound like this, and he knows it as the crown of your head rests against his lips.
As he holds you in place with his arm, the wrist bone of it firmly presses against your belly, deliberately pushing into you, into the fundus of your bladder.
If he hadn’t restricted your airflow, the sound that would’ve come out of your mouth would’ve been apologetically uncontrollable. However, all you can do is curl your toes in your boots and arch your back, the backs of your shoulders pressing into his chest.
Shawn tries to hold back a little groan of his own, harshly blowing air from his nose. His own body is tight and rigid against yours as he tilts your head back some more.
“I want to hear you, I do,” Shawn reassures you, the vibrations of his voice against your scalp causing you to shiver, “but scare off my game and watch what happens to you.”
You can’t think straight, can’t get out more than a choked gasp when his hand tightens around your neck just a little. “God damn,” he whispers with another sharp thrust, burying himself inside of you to the hilt again.
He keeps you uncomfortably still as he speeds up the pace that he rails into you with from behind, still applying pressure to the top of your bladder. “You’re so good. You take my cock so well…” Shawn breathes out.
As his hips jerk forward, the wet sound of him burying his cock deep inside of you becomes louder. The sound fills the blind and it's embarrassingly filthy.
Shawn makes sure you can only take what he chooses to give you. The roughness and the periodic pressure against your bladder and airways make your walls clench around him in retaliation. He sucks in a harsh breath.
“You keep doing that,” Shawn directs. “Keep it up so I can cum, sweetheart.”
His hips grind forward as his thrusts become sloppier each time. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, and your walls flutter around him without permission. It was a sick, cyclic dance: he throbs, you flutter, he throbs from that, you flutter right back.
Shawn lets out a frustrated sigh, his hand blindly moving to your clit with precision. He circles it hard and fast, no buildup, no ease into it.
The pressure building up inside of you is damn near unbearable, like a tightly-wound, searing, white-hot cord in the pit of your gut. You lose what little breath you have, eyes squeezed shut until that cord snaps, the walls of your pussy spasming uncontrollably.
Shawn suddenly stops squeezing your neck and lets you go, air rushing into your lungs as you fall forward and brace against the wall of the blind.
Dropping your forehead, you silently moan into the crook of your arm as he circles your clit through the orgasm, remembering his words. Scare off his game and watch what happens to you…
“Fuck… fuck– that’s it,” Shawn says lowly.
Shawn thrusts once with a broken whimper and then slams in the second time, staying there as he spills out inside of you, hot, thick, and coating your walls.
He slowly pulls out halfway before slowly pressing back in as you both pulse against each other. You’re still catching your breath... you’re not cold anymore.
“God,” Shawn whispers as he slowly slips out of you, the stretch of him gone and leaving you feeling empty as he tucks himself back into his jeans. You listen to the quietness of his ranch. The towel he finds by his thermos is worn and scratchy, but it serves its purpose.
You bite down on the corner of your lip as he drops to a knee behind you to clean you up. He’s done this a thousand times before, but still, the sheer intimacy of the moment makes your skin burn more than any orgasm he’s given you.
He holds the small hand towel between your legs a moment longer as he continues to catch his breath.
And that’s when you hear it: twigs breaking and leaves rustling outside of the blind.
Shawn slowly stands up behind you, tugging up your thermal leggings and pants with him. Leaning over your back, he lets the window blinds up and peers out.
He huffs out a breath before grabbing his rifle, suddenly positioning you with it. In a fucked out daze, you mindlessly let him position you, pliable under his hands as your skin buzzes.
Shawn loads a round into the rifle, arms around you and cornering you into him. “You remember what I taught you,” he whispers to you as he positions you with the rifle poking out of the window towards the buck. You nod absentmindedly.
“Good,” he whispers. “Shoot behind the shoulder, baby,” he reminds you the most humane way to shoot before pulling ear protection over your head and mimicking your stance on you, his chest warm against your back.
He pulls the stock back into your shoulder as you line your eye up in the scope, aiming with a pulse still between your legs.
With a swallow, you squeeze the trigger hard, the rifle kicking your shoulder back into Shawn.
The buck drops and you release a slow breath. Shawn wastes no time pulling the ear protection off to ruffle your hair, giving you a kiss on your temple. “That’s my girl,” he smiles.
I’m standing in front of the mirror, lip gloss hovering just above my lips, trying to decide what kind of night I’m about to have.
Sweet… or trouble. I go with both.
Low-rise jeans hugging just right, fitted top, heels clicking against the floor every time I shift my weight.
My hair falls in soft curls over my shoulders, and I tilt my head, giving myself one last look.
Yeah… this is a night.
The club hits me the second I walk in bass heavy, lights flashing, bodies everywhere.
It’s loud, messy, alive. Exactly what I need.
I find my girls, grab a drink, and let myself settle into the rhythm of it all. Music. Heat. Movement.
Then I feel it.
That look.
I turn my head, slow, casual and I catch him already watching me.
He’s got this easy confidence, broad shoulders filling out his shirt, a grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Our eyes lock, and he doesn’t look away.
Instead, he walks toward me.
“Hey,” he says when he reaches me, voice cutting through the noise. “Dance with me?”
I raise an eyebrow, but my body’s already saying yes.
I take his hand, and we hit the floor.
I laugh, and that’s it.
That’s all it takes. Next thing I know, we’re moving together.
His hands find my waist like they’ve been there before, and I don’t stop him.
The music is loud, bodies pressed close, and I can feel him moving behind me, matching my rhythm like it’s nothing.
“You always dance like that?” he leans in, voice brushing my ear.
“Depends who I’m dancing with,” I shoot back, not missing a beat.
He chuckles, low. “Yeah? I might have to step my game up then.”
“Oh?” I glance back at him. “You think you can handle that?”
He leans closer, lips just near my ear. “I don’t just handle things… I finish ‘em. Clean. No missed spots.”
I blink, then laugh, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”
We keep going like that, grinding and teasing, his body heat seeping through my clothes.
Shots come next, burning down easy, and we steal kisses in the shadows, his mouth firm and demanding but pulling back with a wink every time I want more.
Then I look at him. “So… what do you do, Jeff?”
He hesitates just long enough to make me notice. Then he smirks. “I wrestle.”
I blink. “Like… Andre the Giant type wrestler?”
He laughs, head tipping back a little. “Yeah… like that. You watch?”
“I used to,” I admit, shrugging. “Not really anymore.”
“Well,” he says later, stepping a little closer off the floor, “maybe I’ll give you a reason to start again.”
I smile, folding my arms. “Maybe.”
“Where you from?” I ask.
“North Carolina,” he says. “I’m just in town for a show.”
“Mmm,” I hum. “That explains it.”
“What about you?” he asks.
“Here,” I say. “Born and raised.”
He nods, then tilts his head. “So… where you staying at tonight?”
I give him a look, half amused. “Why?”
He steps in closer, voice dropping just a little. “Why don’t I just show you?”
I laugh immediately, shaking my head. “I am not going anywhere with a random man.”
“I’m not random,” he shoots back, pointing at himself. “I’m on TV.”
I laugh harder. “Oh, are you now?”
Yeah,” he grins. “Recognize me later, you gonna feel real different about this moment.”
I bite my lip, pretending to think. “Alright… TV man.”
He raises a brow. “Yeah?”
I shrug, smiling. “We can go.”
The way he looks at me after that—like I just said exactly what he wanted to hear—it sends a little spark through me.
Before I can say anything else, his hand slides to my waist again, pulling me closer.
My breath catches just slightly, and then we’re kissing—right there on the sidewalk, like the night isn’t still moving around us.
It’s not slow. Not shy. It’s heat and curiosity and just enough recklessness.
He pulls back just long enough to lift his hand and wave down a cab like it’s second nature.
New York.
A taxi stops almost instantly.
We slide into the backseat, and before the door even fully shuts, his hand is back on me, my fingers curling into his shirt as we fall right back into each other.
The city lights flash through the windows, quick and bright, but I’m barely paying attention.
All I know is the way he looks at me… like he
already decided something.
The cab stops. We stumble out, laughing under our breath, and head into his hotel.
The lobby lights are too bright, but neither of us slows down.
By the time we reach his room door, there’s this pause.
Just for a second.
Then he looks at me, hand on the handle, that same smirk playing on his lips.
the second the door clicks shut, he’s on me pinning me gently to the wall, his lips crashing into mine.
Deep, hungry, his tongue sliding in to tangle with mine.
His big hands roam, squeezing my ass, tracing up my sides, and I’m melting into it, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you across the room,” he growls against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Prove it,” I challenge, breathless.
He pulls back just enough to grin, that playful spark in his eyes.
“Bed. Now, gorgeous.” His voice is firm but fun, like he’s leading a game we’re both winning.
I kick off my heels and follow, heart pounding as he tugs me onto the mattress.
He’s a soft dom, I can tell commanding without the edge, all wrapped in this easy confidence that makes me want to obey.
“Strip for me,” he says, leaning against the headboard, watching with hunger.
I peel off my top, shimmy out of my jeans, left in just my lace panties.
His gaze rakes over me, making my skin flush.
He sheds his shirt next, revealing those ripped abs and inked arms, then stands to drop his pants.
His cock’s already hard, thick and straining, but he doesn’t rush.
“Lie back,” he instructs, voice low and teasing. “I want to make you feel good first.”
I do, spreading my legs as he kneels between them.
He hooks his fingers in my panties, dragging them down slow, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air.
“Shit, look at you, soaked already,” he murmurs, eyes locked on me.
His breath hits my folds first, warm and teasing, then his tongue follows flat and broad, licking up my slit in one long stroke.
I gasp, arching off the bed as he circles my clit, sucking it softly between his lips.
“Wait…” I moan, my hands fisting the sheets.
He hums, the vibration buzzing through me, and dives deeper, tongue thrusting into my entrance before flicking back to my clit.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he eats me out like he’s starving lapping, sucking, alternating rhythms that have me shaking.
“Tell me what you like,” he says between licks, glancing up with that mischievous grin. “Faster? Harder?”
“Both,” I pant, and he obliges, slipping a finger inside me, then two, curling them to stroke that spot deep.
His mouth seals over my clit, sucking while his fingers pump, and the pleasure coils tight in my belly.
I buck against his face, chasing it, until it snaps orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I cry out.
He keeps going soft through the tremors, kissing my thighs until I slump, boneless.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, climbing up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
Then he’s positioning his cock at my entrance, rubbing the head along my slick folds. “Ready?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him.
He pushes in slow, stretching me with his thickness, groaning as he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He holds still a second, letting me adjust, then starts moving long, deep thrusts that fill me completely.
It’s fun, the way he keeps it light, leaning down to bite my neck playfully.
whispering, “Squeeze that pussy around me, yeah, just like that.”
His hands pin my wrists above my head, gentle but firm, controlling the pace as he speeds up, hips slamming into mine.
I meet every thrust, nails raking his back, the bed shaking under us.
He shifts, grinding against my g-spot, and cups my breasts, pinching my nipples until I’m moaning nonstop.
“Cum on my dick, babygirl” he commands softly, voice rough with need.
The build is fast, intense, and I shatter again, walls fluttering around him as ecstasy floods me.
Jeff thrusts deep one last time, before pulling out and cumming on my stomach, his body shuddering against mine.
We collapse, his weight comforting, and he chuckles into my neck.
A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈
btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)
your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.
what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.
you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.
you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.
as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.
leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.
you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.
“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.
you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.
aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.
running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.
he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"
without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.
bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.
she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.
the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.
with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.
your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.
wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.
you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.
without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.
when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.
“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.
"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.
a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.
you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.
in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.
with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.
backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.
tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.
pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.
"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.
"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.
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Summary: After having some trouble falling asleep, you decided to burn some of your late night energy in the hotel gym, when you find you're not alone.
You’re a brand-new face on the main roster, only a couple months removed from NXT. The whole San Francisco trip was supposed to be exciting, but instead you’ve spent the last two hours rolling back and forth in bed, the nerves for tomorrow’s Raw gnawing at you.
Your phone glows on the nightstand, 2:04 AM.
“Great,” you mutter under your breath, shoving the covers off. Laying here isn’t helping. Neither is the shower you took earlier, the rain sounds you tried with your AirPods in, or that guided meditation video you found on YouTube.
Your stomach twists with nerves for tomorrow, another live Monday Night Raw, another chance to prove you belong here. But right now, the only thing you’re proving is that you’re terrible at sleeping under pressure.
With a groan, you swing your legs out of bed and dig through your bag for your sneakers. If you’re not going to rest, you might as well move. A late-night workout couldn’t hurt.
The hotel is quiet when you slip into the hallway, the buzzing of the lights above and the faint sound of someone snoring the only sound you can make out. The elevator ride feels endless in the silence, the only sound the faint hum of machinery. When the doors slide open to the lobby, you head straight for the door tucked in the corner that reads GYM. You knew no one was going to be up this late working out, so you just threw on a pair of gym shorts and an oversized camo tee, not trying to impress anyone.
But when you push open the door, you’re hit with the rhythmic hum of a treadmill.
You freeze.
Because there he is, CM Punk.
Sleeves shoved up, hoodie slightly damp with sweat, air pods in his ears as he runs. Your reflection catches him in the mirror, and he slows to a jog before stepping off, grabbing a towel.
“You kinda startled me,” he says, taking his air pods out of his ears and shoving them into the pocket of his gym shorts.
“Startled you? I didn’t think anyone would be working out this late,” you say, shrugging, trying to act casual despite the flutter in your chest.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he tosses the towel over a nearby bench press. “Yeah, neither did I… insomnia makes for weird hours. Guess we’re both in the same boat.”
You glance at the treadmill he’d been using, then back at him. “Just… trying to burn off some nerves.”
He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Nerves? Rookie jitters?” His grin is playful, but there’s a hint of understanding in his voice.
“Rookie?” you ask, chuckling, trying to keep your voice light.
He smirks, checking his smart watch, “Yeah, rookie. Fresh on the main roster. Can’t sleep, wandering the hotel at 2 AM… that about sums it up.”
You roll your eyes, though you can’t hide the grin. “I suppose that’s fair. But you’re up late too, so maybe we’re both rookies in the insomnia club.”
He laughs, a short, genuine sound that makes the air feel a little warmer despite the hum of the gym equipment. “I like the sound of that. Guess we’re lucky the gym’s open 24/7.”
You glance around at the empty room, the quiet buzzing of machines filling the space. “I didn’t think I’d run into anyone tonight. Definitely not… you.”
He shrugs casually, but there’s a playful glint in his eye. “Yeah, well… surprises keep life interesting, don’t they?”
“Yeah… they do. Are you just finishing up, or…” you trail off, glancing at the weights and treadmill.
“Nah, I just started a bit ago,” he says, walking over to the bench press. He glances at you with that teasing grin. “Spot me?”
You raise an eyebrow, half amused, half caught off guard. “Spot you?”
“Yeah, just in case,” he replies, shrugging casually, though there’s a playful challenge in his tone.
You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Alright, sure. But don’t expect me to go easy just because it’s… late-night gym hour.”
He chuckles, loading the weights. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You step closer to the bench press, positioning yourself behind the bench. “Alright, just tell me if it’s too heavy,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady even as your pulse quickens slightly.
He smirks over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve lifted heavier before.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Famous last words?”
He chuckles, sliding under the bar and gripping it. “Maybe. You ready?”
“Always,” you tease, fingers brushing the bar lightly as you help guide it. He starts pressing upward, and you instinctively mirror the motion, keeping your hands close in case he needs support.
You couldn’t help but stare as his muscles flexed underneath his hoodie with each lift, his jaw tight, lips pressed together in concentration. Your chest felt a little warmer, your heartbeat quickening as he let out a low grunt with the effort.
“Careful there,” he murmurs between reps, catching the subtle way your eyes lingered. “Don’t get distracted on me now.”
You bite your lip, a small laugh escaping you, trying to shake the sudden flutter in your stomach. “Distracted? Me? Never.”
He smirks, lowering the bar and letting you steady it. “Uh-huh. Sure you weren’t.”
You roll your eyes, though the corner of your mouth quirks up into a grin. “Okay, maybe I was a little… distracted. But can you blame me?”
He laughs, low and easy, the kind of laugh that makes your chest warm. “Blame you? Nah… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice.”
You feel your cheeks heat up, quickly looking down at the barbell instead of meeting his gaze. “Good to know I’m… not the only one noticing,” you murmur, voice barely above the hum of the machines.
Phil does one more rep and then carefully places the barbell back on the rack, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his towel. He leans back slightly, breathing a little heavier now, and gives you a small, teasing smirk.
“You know,” he says, eyebrows quirking, “for a newbie, you’ve got good timing. Right when I’m lifting the heavy stuff… you just happen to be standing there.”
You laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying I’m distracting?”
“Maybe,” he replies with a grin. “Or maybe I’m saying you’ve got… good taste in late-night workouts. Shows dedication. And bravery. I like that.”
You shake your head and laugh, “You’re not very subtle when you flirt, Punk.
He chuckles, shrugging with mock innocence. “Subtle is overrated. Besides, if I’m being honest… I like seeing that little smirk on your face when I tease you.”
You bite your lip, trying not to grin too wide. “Oh really? Is that what you call teasing?”
“Absolutely,” he says, stepping a little closer, the towel now draped over his shoulder. “Flirt, tease, mess with you just enough to keep things interesting. And judging by that smirk, I’d say it’s working.”
He walks closer, close enough that you can almost feel his breath on your head. Your heart skips a beat, and you instinctively take a small step back, though your eyes don’t leave his.
Then his hands rest gently on your hips, and your chest tightens, your face warming as your heart races.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low but careful.
You nod, barely able to speak, your throat suddenly dry.
He leans in just slightly, enough that the world around you, the hum of the machines and the TV in the distance, the quiet of the empty gym, fades away. His eyes flick to yours, searching, teasing, confident all at once.
“Careful,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. “I might get used to this.”
You can’t help the small laugh that escapes, soft and nervous. “Get used to what? The fact that you can make me blush standing still?”
He smirks, thumb brushing lightly over your hip. “That, and the fact that you’re… surprisingly easy to fluster.”
Your cheeks burn hotter, but you find yourself leaning just a little closer, caught between curiosity and the thrill of this unexpected closeness.
“I—uh…” you start, words failing you as his gaze holds yours.
He grins, leaning just a hair closer, so your foreheads nearly touch. “Relax. I’m not going to bite… unless you want me to,” he teases, letting his voice dip playfully.
Your heart hammers in your chest, and you can’t stop the shy laugh that slips out. “You’re really confident, huh?”
“Maybe,” he replies with a wink, “but I think you like it.”
Before you can process what is going on, he leans in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back if you want, but you don’t. Your eyes flutter closed just as his lips meet yours in a soft, deliberate kiss.
Your chest tightens, and your hands instinctively brush against his shoulders, holding on for balance as your heart races. The kiss is gentle at first, teasing, as if he’s testing the waters, but there’s a warmth and certainty behind it that makes your knees feel a little weak.
Then he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, pulling you closer. The world around you, the hum of the machines, the quiet of the late-night gym, fades completely. Your breath hitches, and you instinctively lean into him, your hands sliding to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
When he finally pulls back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, his eyes dark with a mixture of mischief and something softer, he murmurs, “Had to make sure you felt that… fully.”
You can’t stop the soft laugh that escapes you, cheeks still flushed. “Yeah… I felt that.”
He smiles, lips brushing yours again in a fleeting kiss, testing the moment. His fingers tighten just slightly at your waist, pulling you closer until you're pressed flush against him. The heat between you is undeniable now, the space between your bodies nearly nonexistent.
You tilt your head back slightly, meeting his gaze with eyes that show more curiosity than hesitation. He sees it, the way your breath catches, the way your fingers curl slightly into the fabric of his hoodie like you don't want to let go.
"That's what I wanted to see," he murmurs, voice rough but quiet. "That little spark right there."
His hand slides up your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his other hand resting at the small of your back. The kiss deepens, hungry and intense. After a moment, he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours again, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His eyes meet yours, dark and intense, with a spark of amusement flickering in them.
"That," he says, voice husky, "was a really good distraction." He grins, still holding you close, his hands slowly caressing your back as if he's savoring the moment.
“Well,” You start, now confident, “I can show you a better way to warm up.”
His grin widens, a slow, hungry curve as he listens to your words. His fingers tighten against your back, pulling you even closer. The space between you vanishes entirely, and now you can feel every hard plane of his body against yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. His eyes flick down to your lips, and when they meet yours again, they're dark with promise.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, and his mouth finds yours before you can respond.
This kiss is different, still soft in places, but more demanding. His hand slides up your neck, to tangling in your hair again, the other pressing firmly against your hip which surely would leave a bruise. Your hands travel up his chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath the fabric of his hoodie.
As the kiss deepens, suddenly you're aware of how little space separates you from Phil, how his body feels pressed flush against yours. His hands tighten around you, pulling you even closer, and you don't resist. You let him guide you backward until your back hits the wall beside the free weights rack, the hard, cold surface a stark contrast to the heat between you.
His lips leave yours just long enough for him to trail down to your neck, teeth grazing lightly along your pulse point. You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues his exploration, his breathing ragged in your ear.
"Should we... get somewhere more private?" he murmurs against your skin, the words hot and rough.
You glance around the corners of the gym, checking for cameras, but don’t spot any. At this hour, you figure no one’s around, just a few hotel staff at the front desk, too tired to think about checking the gym.
“Why not here? We’re alone,” you whisper, biting your lip as your eyes meet his.
Phil hums deep in his throat, lips curling into a wicked smile as he presses you more firmly against the wall. His hands slide down to grip your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make his claim without hurting you. "Good answer," he growls, before his mouth crashes into yours again. The kiss is hungry this time, all restraint gone. His tongue slides against yours, demanding and possessive, while his body presses into yours.
You gasp into his mouth as one of his hands slides around to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel exactly how much he wants you now. his erection pressing against your stomach, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
He pulls back just slightly, breathing heavily, his green eyes dark with lust as he looks at you. His hands stay where they are, one gripping your hip and the other firmly on your ass, holding you against the wall.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, voice thick with need. His lips find yours again, kissing you deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with urgent hunger. You whimper against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the emotions that have been building between you both. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You slide your hand up under his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his bare chest beneath your fingers, tracing over the ridges of his chiseled muscles.
Phil lets out a low groan against the crook of your neck as your hand travels across his chest. His fingers curl around the hem of your gym shorts, before slowly tugging them down your thighs.
Your shorts pool around your ankles, and Phil's hand immediately finds its way between your thighs. His fingers brush over the damp fabric of your panties, and you gasp as they press against your swollen flesh. "Fuck," he growls, nipping at your lower lip. "You're so wet for me already."
His fingers tease along the edge of your panties, tracing the outline of your pussy before finally pushing the fabric aside. A thick finger slides between your folds, circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you whimper. "Look at you," he murmurs, watching your face as he teases you. "So responsive." you bite your lip to stifle a moan, reaching between you to palm him through his gym shorts.
He groans deeply, pressing his hips forward into your touch. His finger slides down further, teasing your entrance before slowly pushing inside you. You clench around him, arching your back as he curls his finger, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. "That's it," he growls, nipping at your neck as he adds a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Your hand moves up and down his length, feeling it pulse and swell beneath the fabric of his shorts.
"You're so tight," he groans, fingers moving faster as he watches your face. "I can't wait to be inside you."
"I need you so badly, now," you manage to spit out, letting out a soft moan before tugging on the hem of his gym shorts.
"So needy, aren’t you?" Phil murmurs, releasing his fingers from inside you before putting them in his mouth and sucking off your juices.
His tongue swipes across his lips afterward, dark eyes locking onto yours as he pushes his shorts down his legs with swift precision. The second they drop to the floor, his cock springs free, long, thick, and already glistening at the tip. You swallow hard, gripping him in your hand, feeling the heat and the weight of him. Phil exhales sharply as your fingers wrap around him, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Fuck," he mutters, hands sliding under your ass to lift you effortlessly. Your back presses against the cool wall as he positions himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against you.
His gaze locks onto yours, dark with lust, his breathing ragged as he waits for your approval. You nod, immediately, and he pushes inside in one smooth, slow thrust. A sharp gasp tears from your throat as he fills you completely, stretching you perfectly. Phil groans deeply, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder as he stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust. "You feel incredible," he growls, voice rough with need as he lifts his head to look at you again. His hands grip your ass tighter, fingers digging in as he starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with more force.
“Oh god, P-Punk,” you manage to whimper, your voice trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the sudden pleasure.
Phil lets out a satisfied groan at the sound of his name from your lips, picking up his pace as he thrusts into you. His cock feels huge inside you, stretching you to the point of delicious discomfort, his thick length dragging over your most sensitive spots in just the right way with every movement. "Look at you," he murmurs, watching where you're joined, his grip on your ass tightening as he adjusts his angle. "Taking me so fucking well." His words send a tremor through your body, his deep voice rough with desire.
The gym feels like it's spinning around you, the cold wall against your back doing nothing to soothe the fire consuming you. Phil's thrusts grow deeper, harder, each one pushing you up the wall slightly before gravity pulls you back down onto his cock. His breathing is ragged against your ear, his hips snapping forward with controlled precision, his powerful body holding you effortlessly as he claims you. "Fuck, you're so tight around me," he growls, teeth grazing your neck. "I knew you'd feel perfect."
You arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your nails dig into his shoulders.
The gym echoes with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, your moans and Phil's labored breathing. His hands move to grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he starts to pound into you with more force, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he groans, his hips snapping forward, his thick cock stretching you as it drags over your sensitive spots.
"c-cum in me, I-I’m on the pill," you manage to whimper out, eyes dark with lust as he watches your face. Phil groans deeply at your words, his thrusts growing even more urgent as he picks up the pace. His grip on your hips tightens as he slams into you harder and deeper.
"You feel so good," he growls, voice strained with need. "Gonna fill you up just like you want." Your body tenses as pleasure coils tighter inside you, his thick cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again.
"Oh god," you whimper, eyes rolling back as his thick length is filling you to the brim with every powerful thrust. Your walls clench around him, muscles tensing as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. Phil groans at the tightness, his grip on your hips turning almost painful as he fucks you harder, faster.
"That's it," he growls, lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me." His words tip you over the edge, your body tensing before you shatter around him, your walls clamping down on his cock as pleasure surges through you.
"Fuck!" Phil roars, his movements faltering as your walls pulse around him. He drives into you a few more times before burying himself to the hilt, coming hard with a guttural groan. He stays inside you, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, forehead resting against yours. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer as you both pant, chests heaving. After a moment, he pulls out slowly, the absence of him leaving you feeling suddenly empty. He sets you back on your feet, steadying you as you wobble slightly, legs weak from the intensity of your orgasm.
Phil wraps his arms around you, holding you close as both of you catch your breath. The quiet of the gym makes every small sound, the racing of your hearts, the soft exhale of relief, feel amplified.
You lean into him, forehead against his, feeling the warmth and steady presence of him next to you. His hands rest gently on your waist, thumb brushing soothing circles as he murmurs softly, “You okay?”
You nod, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah… just, wow.”
He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Yeah… me too.”
After a few more moments wrapped in each other’s arms, you finally step back, smiling softly as you catch your breath. Phil gives you a playful, satisfied grin, one hand still lingering on your waist.
The tension of the night, the nerves, the restlessness, it all melts away. For the first time in what feels like forever, you know you’ll finally sleep well.
You glance at him, a soft laugh escaping you. “Yeah… I think tonight was worth being up this late.”
He smirks, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Definitely worth it.”
summary ⇢ mellie's hanging on by a thread. how much longer can she hang on when one question coils deep in her? is roman... cheating on her?
word count ⇢ 1.4k
tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. implied cheating
| two ; denial
“What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you”
i don’t wanna lose my pride, but imma fuck me up a bitch.
“Melody, you’re going to drive yourself insane,” My friend Alyssa sighs. “Don’t you trust him?”
That’s a great question. However, I’m past the point of giving a damn. I’m literally driving myself to insanity with all of this and I’m not sure how to bring it up. How do you confront the love of your life about something like this without him immediately going on the defense?
“I don’t trust him, that’s the problem, and I don’t know how to get back to that point anymore.”
Alyssa is my moral compass, she tries to keep me levelheaded when I feel myself slipping. She’s my best friend, but she’s a big fan of Roman and I’s relationship — Alyssa refuses to believe that he’s this person, that he can be a cheater when he’s been so caring. She sees the best in him.
“Mellie, what has he done to make you feel this way?”
My eyes meet hers, “Don’t make me feel crazy, Aly, I’m already losin’ it here.”
“I’m not sayin’ that, I promise, I’m just tryna understand how you go to this point.” Alyssa sits up. “Just help me understand and I promise we can fuck his shit up tonight.” She offers a smile.
While she’s the more levelheaded one of us, the thing I love the most about her is her willingness to support any and every decision I make — even if it’s the craziest shit she’s ever heard.
That’ll be helpful later.
Somethin’ don’t feel right because it ain’t right.. Comin’ up after midnight
The house is the coldest it’s ever been in a long time. I’m pretty sure the only source of heat is coming from the anger seeping out of my pores when I hear his keys in the lock as I sit on the couch. A book sits in my lap untouched as he comes in through the door.
“Hey, Mellie,” Roman throws my way lazily. He comes over to kiss my cheek and I can’t help but smell the perfume that radiates off his body. Chanel. At least the bitch has taste. “You up late.”
My brain wants to cuss him out, but thankfully restraint still exists when I finally reply. “I’d say the same for you, baby, where you been at?”
Roman glances in my direction while heading to the kitchen, “I went to the PC then had dinner with the twins.”
“Oh, the twins are in town?” My eyes train on his back.
There’s no way they can be in town. During a call with Trinity earlier in the day, she told me that her husband and his brother were doing house shows during the week, so, it’s impossible for them to be at dinner. Yet, he seems to think I’m the biggest idiot on planet earth.
“Yeah, we went to that steakhouse on 85th.” Roman shuts the fridge and turns to look at me. “Then we got drinks at Tini’s and watched the game.”
Of course, he has an answer for everything. A tinge of rage strikes me in my chest while watching how calm he is.
“What game did you watch?”
That stops him for a moment.
But I continue, “I watched a couple on split screen.”
Roman runs his hand over his beard then takes a long swig of beer.
“Cowboys versus the Texans was good.” I bait with a small smile.
“Yeah, that’s the one, we ain’t seen the results though.”
Well, of course, he didn’t, maybe because those two teams didn’t have a game tonight.
To not lose my cool, I let the conversation go. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eyes as I pretend to read my book. There’s nothing else I can say. I’ve caught him in more lies than I can count — and there’s a feeling in my gut that tells me he knows.
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
Most people would judge me and I don’t blame them. Even with my suspicion, I can’t deny the love and affection I have. So, here I am under him. I can’t help it.
“Look at me, baby,” Roman’s rough voice sharpens my attention. “you look so beautiful.” He runs his hand down my cheek.
His eyes on me, for the first in a while, feels like how it used to be. It makes me forget all the pain that I’ve felt for so long. This is what I want back.
My hand grips his wrist, pulling him down onto the bed, maneuvering so I’m on top.
The gems on my acrylic nails catch some of the light from the moon. My hands are pressed against his chest, holding me steady, keeping the rhythm of our skin slapping together. I throw my head back with a moan, feeling the way he raises his hips to reach deeper into me.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I breathe out, leaning down to kiss his neck. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
It was the truest thing I’ve ever said. It is the truest thing I’ll ever say.
How did it come down to this? scrolling through your call list
His phone is empty. She’s not on here, but I know she exists. How can I keep living in the paranoia where I know the ghost exists but there’s no proof of it? I toss his phone back onto his side of the bed with a huff just as he walks out of the bathroom.
“what’s wrong?” He takes a look at my exasperated expression.
“You know how much I love you, right?” My voice is harsher than I wanted, but it catches his attention. “And we made our vows to be loyal to one another, i’m keeping my end.”
Roman knits his eyebrows together, “I love you, too, Mellie.” He sits at the edge of the bed. “I’ll always be here.”
The reassurance I was hoping to feel never comes. Instead, I’m slowly feeling rage. But, I don’t respond but nod. I can’t look jealous or crazy, that’ll only drive him away or make him sneakier. If anything, I need him to slip up. That’s the only way I can make sense of this — Lord, give me a sign.
What’s worse? Lookin’ jealous or crazy?... I’d rather be crazy.
Sleep was the last thing on my mind. Instead, my eyes fixated on the TV screen that flickered in the darkness. Roman was sound asleep beside me and my nerves had finally calmed enough for me to wonder if I was going insane.
I’ve found no tangible proof. Maybe, just maybe, I’m convincing myself of something that isn’t true –possibly self-sabotaging and self-destructing. If I don’t stop now, all my hair will fall out from the stress. Three months of thinking these thoughts are slowly killing me. Not that he’s noticed, but I’ve lost 25 pounds in my mission to find out the nonexistent truth.
My eyes are slowly closing when his screen catches my attention. It’s three in the morning, who could possibly be texting him? I’ve just come to an agreement with myself and now I’m plunged back into the uncertainty. I should just turn over and fall asleep, but I just need to look at the message and I’ll be over it.
J: are you really not coming over tonight, baby? i miss you. mellie sees you more than enough. just come over and be back before she wakes up.
My eyes scan the message over and over again. I’m not sure what else I’m looking for, but I’m hoping that at some point the message would read something different — something that doesn’t confirm all my suspicions. I cover my mouth when the tears start to fall, not wanting to wake him up and find me in this position. My chest feels heavy and my feet are a ton of bricks when I make it out of bed.
Out in the hallway, I slide down the wall with my hands still firmly covering my mouth to swallow the sobs. This isn’t what I wanted nor was it what I needed. My brain feels scrambled with incoherent thoughts. What do I do now? Should I leave? Should I take a baseball bat to his head? Yet, the only thing I’m sure of right now is that I might throw up.
It’s difficult for me to get back up to my feet. My body shakes uncontrollably in the darkness and my breathing is shallow until I’m taking deep breaths. I turn to glance into the room, feeling my skin heat up. This feeling isn’t sadness, it isn’t hurt, or disappointment. I’m past denial – what I’m feeling is scorn and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
“But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?”
please excuse the errors, classes are kicking my ass. hope you’ve enjoyed it 🫶🏽 very excited to post “don’t hurt yourself” x
Summary: I say cover her eyes, and she has to guess which one is fucking her. Get it right, sweet reward....get it wrong a punishment. Ooo, like edging her until she is crying or something. Idk
@plentyoffandoms shot out this idea, and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Finn?" She asked the moment she heard the bedroom door creak open. Y/N found herself quite in a predicament the moment she came home. It seems her boyfriend and his demon side wanted to play a game. It was a game that involved her being tied to the bed while naked and blindfolded.
"Are you ready for our game of Guess Who, darling?" He asked. The breath in her throat hitched.
"I don't ever remember being tied up and blindfolded to play this game," she pointed out.
"Just a fun new variation of the game, love. There is nothing to fret about. Guess the correct form of myself, and you win a prize," he informed her.
The bed dipped around her legs. His knees placed between her inner thighs. A cold metal touched against her outer leg. She tried to move, yet her mobility was limited. Finn slid the tray away far enough to not touch her leg.
"And if I get it wrong?" She asked. Both forms were fans of punishment. They came up with all sorts of things to torment her.
"You won't want what happens when you get it wrong," he answered darkly. The room was tense after that. She wasn't sure if this was exactly a fun game to play on a rainy Friday evening. Maybe Scrabble was more their thing.
"Finn, I don't know -," she started and shook her head. He gripped her chin to still her.
"Just relax and pay attention to how your body feels," he assured her. "You have been with both of us now. You know the differences,"
A pair of lips connected to hers. She melted into the kiss. The heat and passion behind it were enough to light a fire in her belly. He bit her bottom lip and pulled roughly. Her lips parted, taking his tongue inside her mouth. Both forms did this, making it impossible for her to figure out who was playing with her.
Finn parted from her lips. She tried to catch her breath until she felt an ice cube on the side of her neck. Her body tensed at the sudden cold. Very carefully, he slid the ice down to different parts of her body. He drew different designs with the ice. The trail of cold water made her gasp. Neither of them had ever done this before.
Her boyfriend rubbed the ice back to her chest. He then focused on her nipple and swirled the cold ice around it. Her nipple puckered from the cold. She felt his hot breath against her skin. His tongue flicked the pebble. He was rewarded by a gasp followed by a soft moan.
"We didn't know if you would like ice play," he teased. Finn licked the water from her nipple again before moving on to sucking it. Y/N moaned and tried to move against the restraints.
He massaged both breasts while licking and sucking on her nipples. Thoughts of trying to figure out who was doing this to her didn't seem so important now. Her heightened senses made this almost impossible. Especially with whoever doing this to her pulling tricks that were never in their playback.
"Have a clue?" Finn asked.
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, yet she shook her head. This little game of theirs was going to be impossible. His lips moved south. Soft kisses and licks went down her belly and her hips.
"This isn't a fair game if you do different things than normal or if you perform the same moves on me as your counterpart," she protested.
"A demon not playing fair? My, oh, my, do tell," he chuckled. He spread her lips with his thumbs. The tip of his thumb rubbed against her sensitive nerves. His hot breath teased her more. Finn flicked his tongue on her clit. She whimpered in frustration as he went terribly slow.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you? Something tells me that even if I make the correct call, I'll be wrong," she accused. Y/N could feel him smirk against her skin.
"You made the deal with a demon, Y/N. Care to guess who it is?" He asked.
She lost herself in thought as he waited between her legs. A couple of times, she felt him nip and suck her. Y/N struggled against the binds. Her brain couldn't possibly concentrate with all these distractions.
"It's... It's the Demon," she insisted. Finn would never torture her like this. He wasn't vanilla by any means, but he wouldn't be so unfair.
"Wrong choice," he tsked. "I guess we will have to go with your punishment. I was so hoping...."
Y/N knew what he was going to say. He wanted her to be wrong. More than anything, Finn wanted to punish her. The Demon loved to see her squirm. The sound of a vibrator at full power filled the room.
"Let's get started with your punishment,"
Y/N was a mess as the night wore on. Her mask was wet from tears of frustration. Binds that held her for him no longer met any resistance. Her chest heaved up and down. Skin covered in sweat and blushing. The Demon had truly won.
"Please, Finn, I can't take anymore. I need you," she begged. Finn couldn't hide his laugh. Her silly little pleas did nothing for him when he was like this. Y/N was his prey to do with as he pleased.
"Is this you waving the white flag?" he smiled and rubbed his finger through her slick. She whined in protest. The bed shifted. His hands now held him above her head.
"You won. I need you," she begged. Her pride flew out the window. A trail of kisses placed down her body.
"We are still only getting started," he laughed. His tendrils slowly brushed against her skin. "Besides, I'm not the only one that wants to celebrate the victory,"
