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✘ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — randy Orton ♥︎ ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄᴏᴅʏ ʀʜᴏᴅᴇs ♥︎ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ᴏʀᴛᴏɴ

✘ ʟɪɴᴋs — ᴏɴᴇ. ᴛᴡᴏ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

✘ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — ᴄᴏᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ.

✘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs — 𝟼.𝟹ᴋ

✘ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs — ɴsғᴡ. ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴍʟᴍ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴄᴜᴍ 𝟷𝟾+

✘ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ — ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

✘ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Why are you so nervous?” Cody asked, squeezing your hand.

Your eyes slid sideways and up to glare at him. “Are you really asking me that?”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Of course I trust you,” you sighed.

Cody suddenly tightened his grip on your hand again, this time hard enough to move the bones, and he yanked you back before you headed into the street. “Tell me what’s going on,” he said, reaching for your other hand. His cobalt eyes flashed like diamonds as a pair of headlights trained on them, and then the lights were gone, but Cody’s eyes remained still so bright. It had been his eyes that had attracted you in the first place, homing in on you from across the room over the rim of his whiskey glass. Love at first sight, really, for the both of you, and he certainly still loved you if he'd not only allowed you to sleep with Roman Reigns, but he’d watched and enjoyed it, so you couldn’t totally explain why you were so apprehensive to divulge the single concern you harbored now. “If you don’t wanna do this anymore—”

“No, it’s not that,” you interrupted, hoping you didn’t sound too enthusiastic. “I just …” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Can we get to the bus, please?”

“No, I want you to tell me what’s going on right now,” Cody replied, holding you in place by your hands. Various talent passed by you, wishing a good night and a good trip home, promising to see the both of you at the next show. You waved, Cody simply nodded, never taking his eyes off you.

You sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell you, but not out here so the entire roster can hear me.”

Your boyfriend chuckled, dropping a heavy arm over your shoulder before the two of you made your way to the parking lot where the other buses were parked. Cody’s security staff was always nearby, but never intrusive, and you only noticed them once the four of you had separated from the rest of the crowd. Cody unlocked the bus’s door, hand releasing yours, landing on your lower back, and the pressure was comforting, reassuring, as you climbed the steps ahead of him, his touch providing unneeded, though not unwanted, support. The two of you took a seat across from one another at the smaller, still richly designed, kitchen and its table located approximately in the middle of the bus between the living area and the bedroom.

“Spill it,” Cody said, leaning back, thick thighs spreading under the tabletop, his legs so long even bent at the knees, suit pants brushing gently against your bare legs.

You licked your lips, pulling them into your mouth, rubbing them together. You knew there was only one way to confess to what was really bothering you. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

Cody blinked, cerulean diamond eyes sparkling under the soft overhead lights. “You’re worried … he won’t like you?”

Squirming, you rolled your eyes. “Have you ever asked him? Not just the Cody feeling you get about people … Have you actually asked him?”

Your boyfriend’s thin, perfectly kissable, lips quirked. “You want me to sit down with him and ask him if he thinks my girlfriend is hot without telling him why I wanna know?”

“No!” you retorted. Although … “I mean … I don’t know what I mean. But what if we proposition him and he turns us down because he thinks I’m a troll and then tells the entire locker room? What then?” You didn’t notice when Cody picked up his phone or when he started texting—his motions were so fluid, just a familiar gesture people hardly paid attention to anymore. You huffed, folding your arms across your chest.

“You weren’t like this with Roman,” Cody pointed out, subtly setting his phone aside, face down.

“Because Roman had asked me out before, so he clearly saw something he liked,” you explained without thinking, because that’s what Cody did to a lot of people—a demeanor so disarming, eyes so sincere and trustworthy, that he easily pulled secrets from deep within the places you never talked about.

Cody’s gaze burned into you until you returned your attention to him. “He did?” he asked, brows launching into his bleached hairline.

Your own eyes rounded, falling to the floor, as you considered all the ways you could safely exit this conversation. Nothing wrong had ever happened, nothing between you and Roman that Cody didn’t know about. Except, of course, that he’d asked you to dinner. But it had been long before the first time with Roman and far enough into your relationship with Cody that you’d turned him down instantly. You never thought it had been worth mentioning.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you finally said, jumping from the table and escaping to the bedroom at the back of the bus, closing the door gently behind you. Cody never followed, and you tried not to read too far into it. Was he mad? Did he want more details? Did he consider it as unimportant as you did?

Eventually you stood under the spray of the shower, turning the knob until the water was this side of too hot. You scrubbed with your favorite body wash, the calming fragrances succeeding in dulling your nerves and the budding nausea in your stomach, and, at the last moment, decided to drag a razor along the necessary areas despite having done so earlier that morning. After rinsing, you climbed out of the shower, drying off with one of the plush towels from the shelf, and, not bothering with any type of clothing or underwear, donned your robe embroidered with the words Nightmare Family on the back. If Cody was upset about the newest Roman revelation, maybe you could distract him with the body he claimed to be obsessed with.

Finding the bedroom empty, you headed back into the kitchen where you’d left your boyfriend, locating him in the same place, still dressed in his suit, though he’d removed the jacket and folded it over the back of the couch behind him. The only curious thing about him was that he was laughing, and his phone was face down on the table. That’s about the time you noticed the extra leg under the table—dense calf, massive thigh, a pair of black shorts threatening to burst at the seams while trying to contain it. Oh, you knew those thighs—anyone who’d ever seen WWE’s product knew those thighs—pausing immediately somewhere near the refrigerator.

“There she is,” Cody announced, electric eyes switching to you, grinning with every one of his teeth.

You swallowed, seemingly watching in slow motion as the thigh flexed and moved, and then Randy Orton came into view. He occupied your seat from before, the one across from Cody at the table, and the smile on his handsome face told you everything you needed to know. Feeling your cheeks heating up, you focused all your attention on Cody, lopsided smile tugging at your lips, and you couldn’t believe he’d betrayed you like this. Because it was betrayal, wasn’t it? Doing basically everything you’d told him not to? And now you were about to be embarrassed live and in-person?

What the fuck, actually?

“Hey,” Randy greeted, trademark, kicked-up-gravel tone sending shivers throughout your entire body. Shivers that weren’t subtle, the Viper’s aquamarine eyes following each one along each body part, head tilting, and suddenly you were a mouse scurrying across a field in an effort to escape the venomous predator chasing you.

“Hey,” you replied, humiliated by the quiver in your voice. “I didn’t know we were expecting company.”

“Randy and I were texting, and he wasn’t doing anything, so I invited him over for a drink,” Cody explained.

“How nice of you,” you snarled.

“It was,” Randy agreed. “We had a …” He trailed off, glancing at Cody. “… an interesting conversation.”

Your eyes narrowed, hardening, as you glared at your boyfriend, and all Cody could do was smile the infamous, million-watt Rhodes smile, blinking his turquoise eyes slowly. “I bet you did,” you hissed.

“Come here, honey,” Randy beckoned, jerking his head.

You swallowed a mouthful of sand, feet not immediately obeying. Was he about to have you sit on his lap so he could assure you he found you very attractive, but this whole situation wasn’t his cup of tea? Was he about to laugh in your faces and then run and tell the entire locker room? On the other hand, there was the teeny, tiny possibility he might …

“It’s okay,” Cody spoke softly, the lisp somehow always providing you a modicum of comfort.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the men at the smallish—or was it just the two hulking men that made it seem so minuscule?—though richly designed dining table.

“Right here,” Randy instructed, slapping his thigh, the smack echoing throughout the bus.

You acted without thinking—something you’d been quite prone to do around sexy, magnetic men such as Cody Rhodes, such as Roman Reigns, such as Randy Orton—bare feet padding across the hardwood, stopping when you stood next to the thigh that had to be roughly the same size as the very chair he sat in. Glancing at Cody, his crystal irises dropped to Randy’s thigh, rose back to you, and the smile twitching at your lips was almost genuine. Slowly, you dipped onto Randy’s firm muscle, and his legs were long, and so it seemed as though you were seated on a third chair at the table between Cody and Randy.

“So what was your … interesting conversation about?” you asked, of the opinion that you’d rather rip the bandaid of bad news off quickly than suffer slowly.

Randy’s hand ignited the skin of your back even through the thick robe as it passed to your hip where it took up more real estate than Cody’s, maybe even Roman’s, squeezing, and your heart began to gallop. “Well, Codeman—” You caught Codeman rolling his eyes in your peripheral vision. “—told me you guys like to have fun.” His long, coarse fingers played with the lapels of your robe, and you were abruptly aware of your nakedness underneath. “And he said he wanted to invite me to play—” His finger lifted from your robe to touch your chin where he applied gentle pressure until you turned to look at him. “—but you weren’t sure …” He trailed off, hand returning to the robe, tugging at the soft material to reveal your bare shoulder, pulling it lower still, stopping just above your nipple, the top of your breast now on display as well. “... if I liked you.”

He was exactly right, but you detested the way he’d said it—like you were in elementary school and you’d asked your best friend to find out if a boy liked you.

You sighed, lips pursed. “Something like that,” you replied, an attempt in vain to save a little face.

“Well, you got nothin’ to worry about,” Randy said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, creating more shivers, and Randy chuckled against your slow-roasting skin. His lips found their way to your ear before he finished, “‘Cause you’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a long time.” You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, mindful of two sets of eyes on you, unknowingly now fidgeting in Randy’s lap, though his thigh was broad enough to protect you from accidentally falling. “So if you wanna let me play this little game with you … “ His hot, damp lips grazed your ear, “I’ll take real good care of you.”

Your jaw dropped, continuing to squirm, and you felt your pussy lips slide together, your juices already overflowing. In the back of your mind, you wondered how much the robe could handle before Randy began to feel the evidence of your excitement. He pulled the garment down further still, pebbled nipple popping out, and Randy snickered into your neck, tickling, your body automatically shying away from him. The tip of his finger circled the peak, brushing but barely touching, and you arched your back, searching, begging, for more.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, searing breath ghosting along your ear, neck, shoulder. Fuck, you might come before he even touched your pussy.

Your eyes slid to Cody. Both arms were resting on the cushioned back of the seat behind him, head cocked, normally luminous, crystalline eyes now dimmed to a lethal sapphire. His nod was hardly noticeable, but you picked up on it, imagining your boyfriend already straining against the expensive fabric of his slacks from watching the show you and his best friend were putting on. Smirking, you turned to the Viper, his eyes promptly descending to your mouth.

“That’s a yes,” you said, tongue snaking out of your mouth, tip flicking against Randy’s lips.

“Good,” Randy mumbled, standing without warning, and without effort, lifting you as he rose. Every one of his muscles seemed to flex and ripple along the side of your body, the intense heat he created enveloping you, threatening to set you ablaze. He sat you on the table, your eyes climbing the black tank top he wore, taking several detours to inspect the intricacy of his tattoos, the outline of his biceps, the veins branching out under the ink, before meeting his gaze. “Because I gotta tell ya—” He untied the belt at your waist almost without you realizing, and then his hands were inside, promising to melt your skin as he opened the robe. “I’ve jerked off enough to your ass … time to find out what I already know’s true.” He lifted a hand to cup your cheek where you stole the opportunity to turn your head and kiss the pad of his thumb, drag your tongue along the digit, eventually sucking it into your mouth. Randy smirked, pushing gently until you laid back on the table, the sides of the robe falling away from your body, arms still in the sleeves. Your boyfriend looked on, smiling to himself, precious gems that were his eyes raking up and down your nude body.

“That’s my good girl,” Cody whispered, winking, and your heart skipped a beat like it did every time Cody looked at you like that—like you were the only person in the room, in the world; like if he dared look away he may never see you again.

“Can’t believe you kept this a secret from me, Rhodes,” Randy said, predaceous eyes traveling down your body, pausing at your breasts, pausing at your pussy, and the fiendish smile that pulled at his lips nearly activated your fight or flight response. His huge, warm hands, thumb slick with your spit, slid down your warming body, over your ribs, along your sides, thumbs dipping into your hips, so close to the apex of your thighs that you whined.

“Had to keep it a secret until she was ready,” Cody replied, folding his arms on the tabletop beside you, head cocked, adoring eyes locked on you. For a moment, Randy Orton didn’t exist despite those enormous hands sliding under your thighs so he could lift and separate them, exposing the most private and sacred part of your body. Teeth digging into his bottom lip, Randy released one of your legs to graze the tip of his finger along your soaking slit, your lips parting, and the coarse skin finally came in contact with your slippery clit. You gasped, reaching out to grip Cody’s bicep as Randy’s finger swept along your aching nub. “She’s ready now,” Cody murmured, and you weren’t sure if he was talking to anyone in the room other than himself.

“Well, let’s find out,” Randy said, winking, your leaking hole pulsing as if to wink back, and he began to lower until he was eye-level with your cunt. “Fuck, you smell … fuck. Hold her leg for me, Rhodes.” It was easy to tell the difference between Randy’s touch and Cody’s touch—whether squeezing or spanking, Cody’s hand always overwhelmed you with total bliss and comforting familiarity. Randy’s thumbs pulled your lips apart, exposing more of your hidden treasures, and then his entire tongue covered the whole area of your pussy, closing his lips, sucking, tongue undulating.

”Oh, my god,” you moaned, spine bowing, eyes closing, hand sliding from Cody’s arm to his shoulder. Your hips rolled against Randy’s face, free hand now gripping the side of the table.

”No, no, baby, keep your eyes open,” Cody coaxed, placing a hand on the top of your head, thumb caressing your forehead, and once you obeyed his command, that hand slipped to the back of your skull, cradling, gently lifting. “Watch him,” Cody whispered. Your nails tickled his neck on the way to this tie, fingers clutching, tugging in time with every pleasurable jolt Randy’s mouth sent through your overheating body.

Your eyes switched to Cody with the intention of returning to the man feasting between your thighs, but you found him wholly focused on the scene at the edge of the table. Cody drug his own tongue along his lips, leaving them glistening and beautiful and … Another gasp, this one mixed with a miserable mewl at the surprisingly gentle intrusion of one of Randy’s fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Goddamn,” Randy groaned, holding the obscenity for as long as it took him to bury his finger to the hilt inside you, and only then did his thumb that had previously been in your mouth start work on your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined, Cody still holding your leg, opposite foot resting on Randy’s sinewy shoulder, experiencing each and every contraction, every contour.

“Touch her, Rhodes, what are you waiting for?” Randy asked, methodical mouth replacing his thumb.

Cody looked at you. “This is different,” he smiled, though it was quick, and those infallible lips crashed into yours, the both of you moving in sync, opening your mouths to accept the other’s tongue, and fucking Roman Reigns had been Number One and Number Two on your list of hottest sexual encounters (Cody not included) … until now. Having Cody’s tongue in your mouth while Randy Orton’s tongue was worshipping your cunt would never, ever be replaced at the top of that list.

“There you go,” Randy praised, two fingers fucking into you at this point, slow, scrupulous, bringing you closer and closer to the edge only to pull you back at the last moment. “Both of you so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your eyes popped open, finding Cody already staring back, and you thought you were looking into the eyes of the devil himself—bottomless black holes, a smirk coiling his lips much like a snake ready to strike—and that’s all you needed for confirmation. Randy’s tongue returned to your clit, rougher this time, harder, teeth scraping along the swollen, sensitive nerves, and your grip constricted Cody’s tie.

“I’m gonna come,” you whispered, gaze locked with Cody’s. Maybe you should have been watching a scene you might never have the pleasure to witness again, but your boyfriend was just so gorgeous, just stunning, and sometimes you couldn’t look away. “Please, I’m gonna come … Can I come?” You were lifting your own legs higher, spreading them wider, all the while without noticing.

”Ain’t gotta ask my permission, sweetheart,” Randy replied, words muffled as he spoke while still trying to lick you clean.

Cody smiled. “You know you never have to ask me,” he reminded you, finally, finally, touching you, releasing your thigh and landing softly on your belly before ascending to your breast, cupping, massaging, carefully tugging at your nipple. Your chest heaved, hand squeaking along the edge of the table, and the moment your boyfriend took your other nipple into his mouth, your orgasm tore through you like a bull in a China shop, activating every muscle, igniting every nerve capable of pleasure.

It took several moments for you to come down, for your body to cease shaking, and for a satisfied smile to languidly lift your lips.

”Nice and wet,” Randy rumbled fondly from between your legs. “Relaxed.” His giant hands glided up and down your thighs, leaving thick trails of your cum, tenderly massaging the vibrating muscles before gently allowing your legs to hang over the edge of the table. “Now let’s see if we can fit somethin’ a little bigger in that tight pussy.”

Blissed and stretching like a kitten, fully prepared for Randy Orton to fit whatever he wanted wherever he wanted, a yelp departed your mouth before you could stop it as the Viper suddenly snatched you up and tossed you much like a rag doll over his boulder of a shoulder.

“Cody!” you giggled. “I’m being kidnapped! Help!” Randy smacked your ass, your back bowing again, and another moan escaped your lips without permission. “Never mind,” you purred, raising your hand and slapping one of Randy’s cheeks—so toned, so solid.

“I’ll just stay here then!” Cody hollered after you.

You arched up as high as your muscles would allow, both hands now on Randy’s lower back. “You better bring that ass, Rhodes!”

“I’d listen to her,” Randy joined in, and you watched the hardwood floor give way to carpet as he carried you over the threshold of the bedroom. “You ain’t gonna wanna miss this.”

Dropped next onto the bed you shared with Cody, robe falling open, tits bouncing and holding the Apex Predator’s undivided attention, you giggled. Holding yourself up on one elbow, you traced a hand down your abdomen until your fingers slipped within your sopping pussy, head falling back as you teased your clit. When you looked back at the doorway, Randy had lowered his shorts enough to release his massive cock and an impressive set of balls, and now you knew what he‘d meant by see if we can fit somethin’ a little bigger. A little bigger, you mused, shaking your head, tongue wetting your lips as you watched his hand lazily stroke his rigid dick. Your boyfriend stood beside him, vest open, bulge below his belt alerting everyone in the room his cock could pop out at any moment, and his hands were working to remove the tie from around his neck. The two men were imposing, seemingly too large for the bus’s bedroom, for the bus itself, too large for you, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

”You want this dick?” Randy asked, gesturing with the very dick he was referring to. You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. “Then come here. And lose the robe.”

Sending the robe over the side of the bed, you rolled to your hands and knees and crawled to Randy, glancing up at Cody’s hooded eyes, down at the lump in his pants, and Randy’s hand slid down your face, under your chin, the other cradling the back of your skull, all of it happening as he pressed the leaking head of his cock to your lips. Your mouth opened, happily accepting him, though you were a bit shocked at the slowed pace with which he chose to fuck it. You’d always fantasized Randy Orton as rough and wild, folding you into positions you’d never known possible. You weren’t complaining, of course—in fact, maybe you liked this a little better than always being called a whore and gagging on cock—it was a welcomed change from Roman’s all-or-nothing domination. And, you suspected, this was a much more comfortable situation for Cody, who was the most important player in this game.

“Now that’s a mouth,” Randy moaned, still holding your head, but allowing you to control the pace, the depth, and with this new-found freedom, you proceeded to put on a show for both men full of licking and sucking and spitting and slurping. Your cum from before mixed with your juices from now dripped down your thighs, and your cunt throbbed upon hearing the jingle of Cody’s belt buckle.

Randy’s cock was drenched with your saliva when you pulled away, releasing him with a vulgar pop, and you turned to find Cody’s rocklike dick mere inches from your face. Did the two men have a plan? A plan they’d hatched in the kitchen while you’d been showering? A plan that involved—

“Spit on it,” Randy’s voice rumbled like thunder in the distance, one hand releasing its already loosened grip on your chin. Used to obeying, you leaned a bit and spit on the base of Cody’s cock, pulling a bridge of drool along its length, licking and clearing the head of oozing precum. “That’s a good girl,” Randy lauded, giant hand at the back of your head squeezing delicately.

You waited for more instruction—to put Cody in your mouth and go back and forth between the two, to continue sucking Randy and jerk Cody off, something—but none came. Instead, you were gifted with the sight of Randy’s hand, enormous as it was, rough, callused, and experienced, reaching over to take hold of Cody’s length. You blinked slowly, jaw dropped, and you felt a literal gush of juice rush from your aching pussy, focused as you were when Randy began stroking Cody. So slowly, squeezing harder than you would have, his thumb circling along the head, and your hand moved of its own volition until your fingers dove within your slick folds once more, your middle finger sliding even further into your cunt.

“Mm, you like that, don’t you?” Randy growled, free hand lifting your chin until your eyes reluctantly abandoned the sight that was Randy Orton jerking off Cody Rhodes so they could focus on the Viper’s wicked gaze.

“God, yes,” you replied, eyes widening. Cody sighed from above, an almost visible weight lifting off his shoulders. “But how long—?”

“A long time ago,” Cody replied, knowing the direction you were headed, eyes fluttering as his best friend continued stroking him. “Did this to unwind while we were on the road.”

Randy subtly took your hand in his and placed it back on his own dick, your fingers curling around his girth, stroking, still poised upward and locked in a silent staring contest with the Apex Predator himself.

“What else have you done?” you murmured, brow arched, lips curling into something Luciferian.

Randy’s smirk was just as diabolical. Your sweet Cody said nothing, near inaudible groans rumbling in his chest as his friend pleasured him. He’d since removed his necktie, crisp button-up and white undershirt, which were probably crumpled on the floor beside his expensive shoes, displaying his tanned skin, his sculpted abs, the Dream tattoo over his chest.

“Sounds like she’s into it, Codeman,” Randy said.

“Stop calling me that,” Cody whispered.

“I’m so into it,” you purred, climbing to your knees, maintaining the slow jerking of Randy’s cock. “Tell me everything.”

“Well, there was this—” Randy started, waggling Cody’s cock, and Cody’s response was a strangled chuckle, his hand clutching at Randy’s substantial, tattooed shoulder, shoving his forehead into his own fingers. You licked your lips, pulling the bottom one into your mouth, chewing hard enough on it to break the skin, and you tasted copper. “There was a little bit of this—” He bumped his shoulder, Cody gently bouncing off, and Randy conceded the staring contest with you so he could lock eyes with Cody. And then their lips came together, and it seemed so tender, maybe even a friendly kiss between friends.

Until it wasn’t.

Until the two of them were one hundred percent convinced that you were okay with their situation, that you, in fact, loved watching them kiss—clearly familiar with one another’s wants, likes, and needs. The sounds they made—the moans from deep in their brawny chests to the lewd sucking sounds of their lips—flipped a feral switch inside you. You lifted Randy’s tank top just enough to kiss his pecs, pass your wet tongue along his nipple, trace a glistening trail down his etched abdomen, and then you eventually slurped his massive cock back into your burning mouth.

“Fuck,” Randy cried out, halting the kiss. “Got you a good one, Codeman.”

“Stop calling me that,” Cody groused.

“Or you’ll what?” Randy taunted, and your eyes lifted as Randy straightened to his full height of only a few inches taller than Cody, but to men, it may well have been a few miles. His hand halted the ministrations on Cody’s unyielding length.

“Boys, boys,” you murmured, regretfully letting Randy’s straining cock fall from your mouth, a bridge of drool maintaining your intimate connection. “Can we not ruin the night over a stupid nickname?” You cupped Randy’s face and crushed your lips to his, thrusting your tongue into his accepting mouth, leaving the flavor of himself all over his tastebuds. Pulling away, you winked, then turned to Cody, holding his face the same way you’d held his best friend’s, kissing him in much the same way, hoping there was still enough of the Viper left on your lips for Cody to taste. “Now,” you began, backing up on your knees toward the center of the bed, “I remember you saying you wanted to see if you could fit something a little bigger inside my tight pussy?”

The world champions’ undivided attention was focused on you, two sets of dazzling eyes drinking in different parts of your body as you laid back, head resting on the luxurious pillows you and Cody had recently purchased. Randy released Cody’s cock, Cody hurriedly grabbing it up, dropping his head so he could spit on his hand, eagerly spreading it around.

“You can jerk it all you want,” Randy said, lifting the tank top over his head, dropping to the floor. You lost your breath as your eyes passed over every bulky, chiseled muscle, the intricate skull tattoos from his shoulders to his wrists, the big fucking cock he’d gone back to sluggishly stroking, and his thighs … You really had no words to describe his thighs other than meaty. “But if you come—” He pointed at Cody. “—she doesn’t get to come. You should keep that in mind, Codeman.” Randy dropped his shorts then and crawled onto the bed toward you, his back muscles bunching with the extension of each arm, crawled between your spread thighs, hovering over you with fists supporting his weight on either side of your head.

This bus was probably one of the safest places on the planet right now, but you couldn’t ignore the twinge of fear compressing your heart as the Viper leered at you, tilting his head this way and that, shimmering eyes examining you as if to decide where to mark you, where to destroy you, where to ruin you.

“So what do you want me to do?” Cody asked, and you could hear the frustration, which caused your already-sensitive pussy to tingle.

“Right here,” Randy ordered, slapping the mattress beside you, his concentration never leaving you. He carefully dropped some of his weight onto you, your thighs squeezing his hips, and your hands glided up his chest to his shoulders. Cody settled next to you, still in his slacks and shoes, stiff dick resting heavily on his lower abdomen, seeping precum, and your mouth filled with saliva as it always did when any kind of cum was within reach. You felt Randy’s cock poke your clit as it slipped along your slit, leisurely, in no hurry, though it was driving you fucking insane. Coating his cock in your juices, his pupils detonated watching your hands creep along your breasts, groping, gently twisting and tugging at the peeked, sensitive nipples. “And don’t touch yourself,” he finished, directing his order at the American Nightmare. “Just enjoy the show.”

At long last, Randy directed his dick into your dripping cunt, forcing himself inside in one quick thrust, and your back arched, hands reaching back to grip the headboard.

“Fucking fuck,” Randy hollered, hammering into you. He tossed one of your legs onto his shoulder before he dropped to his elbows, trapping your leg between you, never ceasing fucking you. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned breathlessly, “this fucking pussy needs to be shared.” His thrusts came faster, his mouth grazed your ear, hot breath ghosting along your neck, launching shivers up and down your spine. “Pass you around the fuckin’ locker room like a blunt.” The thought made your eyes roll—Punk, Rollins, the Usos, Priest—all of them using you before handing you off to the next in line. “So fucking sexy.” You felt his cock in your stomach, in your fucking throat, and your nails scraped along his back as you fought your orgasm—you didn’t want this to end so soon.

Turning your head, you looked up at Cody as he sat against the headboard as instructed, his reddening cock now leaking puddles onto his golden abs, and fuck, you’d give anything to lick it up. To lick him. His eyes were glowing, a glorious turquoise you’d never seen before, but they weren’t glowing because he was happy or excited—they were tainted by immeasurable jealousy, and maybe they weren’t so much blue anymore as they were green.

“I love—fuck,” you whined, the huge head of Randy’s cock slamming into your cervix. “I love you, baby,” you whispered, arms around Randy’s neck, nails still firmly planted in his skin, but you never broke eye contact with your boyfriend. The envy—you would never admit to it—turned you on more than it should have.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” Cody rasped. One hand rested on his chest, the other over his ribs, and you could see his fingers digging into his own skin. “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” you mewled. Your hand reached back until Cody took hold of it with his, squeezing, holding it against his warm chest. “He’s so fucking deep. God, he’s so deep.”

“You look so fucking pretty,” Cody breathed after a moment, furious dick twitching, begging for any amount of relief. “Pussy split open. Taking that fat cock like I told him you could.”

Randy sat back, yanking your hips off the bed and onto his thighs, your legs falling open, and continued fucking into you, bringing himself even deeper inside you. Though the new position ratcheted your pleasure up to a level you didn’t think possible, you knew it was for Cody’s benefit as well—a better view of Randy’s slick cock moving back and forth, each time coming out with a little more of your cream.

“You been a good boy, Rhodes,” Randy praised, glancing at Cody, then back at you. “And you’re the best girl.” Whether he meant it or not, frankly, you couldn’t have cared less, and so didn’t mind the cheshire grin that crept across your lips. “Why don’t you get some of that juice,” he went on, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside you, “and you can jerk off your sweet boy.”

You reached instantly for Randy’s dripping cock, wrapping your hand around it, stroking, collecting as much of your essence as possible before reaching over to Cody’s tightening dick. Gently, obviously aware of the acute sensitivity, you spread the wetness with your palm, adding each finger individually until you gripped Cody’s heavy length. The moan he let loose could have been heard the next county over, and you grinned as you jerked him, but your jaw quickly dropped, brows knitting together as Randy continued his pounding of your swollen pussy.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, head digging into the pillow, hand working your boyfriend, the other clutching Randy’s shoulder. That ache began to blossom, the one deep inside warning you of impending unmatched pleasure. “I’m gonna come …”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Randy said, sucking at your sweaty neck, huge hand kneading your breast.

“But I …” You were cut off by your own moans in perfect rhythm with Randy’s fucking.

“What do you need, baby?” Cody’s smooth voice infiltrated your ears, your hand tightening on his cock until you felt every vein, ridge, and curve.

“I wanna see you kiss again,” you whispered, eyes closed, not wanting to see either of their faces if they turned you down, even if they had just done it moments ago. “Please? God, it was so fucking hot. Please?”

“Have you ever heard anything so goddamn pretty?” Randy asked. He cradled your cheek, thumb slipping into your mouth, and you smirked, sucking instantly, tongue slithering.

“Never,” Cody replied, letting out a breath as you continued sliding your hand along his length, pinching and massaging the head.

“We should give her what she wants.”

“I usually do.”

And so as you sucked on Randy Orton’s thumb, you watched with rounded eyes as Cody Rhodes leaned forward, and Randy reached out, and their lips were connected again. Randy’s thrusts became erratic, but much more ferocious—the same being said for your hand as it sped up on Cody’s cock, flicking your wrist, even dipping your nail into the slit. You peeped their tongues dancing together and you lost all control. Spine arching, you felt your orgasm begin its launch sequence, and, wanting the most out of this as possible, wanting to make it enjoyable for all parties involved, you grabbed the backs of both the men’s heads and pulled them to you. Everyone understood the assignment, and there were three tongues exploring one another, tasting, vying for domination, and when you came, it was the hardest you ever had in your life. Randy followed shortly after, pulsing inside you, filling you until you actually felt physically full. And instead of fucking you immediately after you’d been used, Cody erupted in your hand, warm, thick, a ton, some of it landing on his chest. When you went to lick it up, you had company—Randy’s tongue joined yours, tracing Cody’s muscles, clearing him of the sticky mess. He had, after all, been a very, very good boy.

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#this was so good 😭#this should be put in the fanfic hall of fame #fic recs

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Diligence

Seth Rollins x Fem Reader | 1.8k words | 18+ SMUT and fluff

A/N: This gif set...this gif set, y'all. That's it, that's the post. 🥵

A little gesture never goes unnoticed with him. Even if it's not towards him, he's studying you because he likes the way you go about things. That little pout you do when you look in a mirror to check your lip gloss. How your fingers flex and make a small fist on your lap when you're not quite sure what to do with it if your other hand is preoccupied with your phone. The tiny sniffle you let out before you sneeze and you always sneeze twice. How that dimple in your left cheek was more pronounced than the dimple in your right, especially when he made you laugh harder than you thought you would, your smile wider than you thought it could go.

If Seth wasn't diligent like this, how could he call himself superior in anything, like being world champion, let alone being your boyfriend? And it wasn't a competition, there was no other man you would look at when he was at your side, his thick fingers lacing with yours when you walked about a place. No, your eyes would glance up at him just as his gazed down at you. Studying his woman and the things that made her feel good about being on his arm. Because it wasn't the reserved banquet dining rooms for just the two of you or the hotel suites overlooking the crystal blue oceans or even the gold and diamond necklace that rested delicately on your collarbone, although those were all nice. It was more than that. Seth was diligent in the art of knowing less is more.

It was something you saw him prove time and time again. A few championship reigns on his career resume because he understood patience and grace. Two traits that seemed so simple to master but you often found yourself impatient about many things, traffic or long lines; or you found yourself fumbling about things a bit ungracefully, the fidgeting fingers when you held your phone. Things that Seth actually admired about you, you were so cute in your ways. Yet he couldn't allow himself to be anything but perfect in his patience and grace because that's how he wins that gold time and time again. That’s how he wins you time and time again.

A diligent man is a man who knows the devil is in the details.

And as sweet as he could be — those brown eyes gleaming all soft just to look at you sitting on the sofa as you turned a page in the book on your lap — when you heard him padding down the short hallway, you just knew he was up to no good. Because as much as he studied you, you studied him back. Because a woman knows her man. Some odd three years reveal so many adorable things about your handsome devil.

It was the way he approached you slowly, bare feet treading as lightly as he could on the wooden floor so as to not disturb your reading. That slight brush and tickle of his damp hair falling along your shoulders as he leaned over the sofa before his warm, heavy palms rested on you. His breath doing that little huff on your skin as he tucked his nose to your neck to breathe you in, your perfume a juicy pear fragrance and his lips pressing in like he wanted a sip. How you could feel the heat of him even as he stood this far yet this close before he circled the sofa to settle in at your side with an arm slipping behind you and around your waist.

You went ahead and closed your book and placed it on the cushion next to you as you looked over at him with a little smile that grew bigger when all he did was raise his thick eyebrows at you. And when your dimples showed, he leaned in and kissed the left one. “What?” he asked playfully as he pulled back, knowing damn well what. You ran a few fingertips along his chest as you smirked, feeling the hair still a bit wet there as he just got out of the shower, the plush, white towel that belonged to the hotel still snug at his waist.

“Someone is feeling themselves after their match tonight…” you cooed, your fingers still skimming down his skin, swirling at the grooves of his abs that flexed from your touch as you followed his happy trail. You let your fingers rest on the hem of his towel before your eyes flickered back up to his, a long gaze exchanged through your lashes as you felt him take your wrist into his hand. He brought it into your view with kisses pressed to the inside of it, making a slow path up your arm as he held your hand. You almost felt pathetic that simply his soft beard and softer mouth on you made you push out a hushed sigh, especially when his arm around you carefully tugged you onto his lap. His kisses kept going until he was back to nudging his nose along your neck, lips parted on your skin as he moved your arms to drape over his strong shoulders. All of him was strong, really. And strongly convincing as he gently squeezed you with big hands slipping down to the small of your back as his tongue grazed over your pulse. “...Baby.”

“Yes, honey?” he matched your tone, something soft and a little pathetic because you knew this was a part of the diligent man's skill. You weren't his prey in the ring that he’d executed patience on so gracefully, but you felt yourself getting tangled up in his web regardless as he let one hand smooth up to your chest to massage you through your (his) t-shirt. You weren't wearing a bra or undies because you never do after you've showered and got on your pajamas that were technically his because they were comfier. That wasn't his fault but you could blame him for how he rolled a thumb over your nipple until he could see the little bud through the cotton fabric, his hands working then to lift the shirt off you altogether so he could feel the weight of your bare breasts in his palms.

His lips puckered sweetly to suckle on you and you let out a tiny hum. And another one as his tongue gave a long lick over your nipple before he suckled again and you moaned. “Seth…mmh…I was reading.” Your hands on his shoulders went to his hair, then, fingers entwining and guiding his mouth to move to your other breast.

“I didn't tell you to stop.” He didn't even skip a beat at your cute, little accusation, merely nodding his head before his hands found your waist to guide you for a moment, a gentle pull to rock you on his lap so you could feel him growing through his towel. Firm and then warm skin between your thighs when you'd begun rocking with on your own, the towel moving out of your way. He peered down to watch you wind yourself against his length, watching it fit between your soft, pretty folds. Watching himself grow slick with your arousal coating him before a husky sigh escaped him, his fingers gripping at your skin. “What were you reading? Something raunchy, huh? You're so goddamn wet…”

And you sighed with him, that pathetic sort of sigh that was more like a whine on his lips as you rocked on him, letting the thick tip of him pass over your tender clit growing more tender with each quiver of your hips. You kissed him, then, feeling the heat of his mouth and tongue as he made it a hungry kiss, a deep kiss. One that felt like your lips staying meshed with his was more important than your next breath. And when you felt his hand fall from your waist to take hold himself as he held you still for a moment with his other hand, your breath hitched as he sank that thick tip inside of you. A hot, stretching, pulsing kind of pleasure that words couldn't define better than your wordless groans in his mouth…another airy whine as he began to rock you again carefully, helping you fit him inch after inch.

You didn't remember what you last read in that book of yours, but it wasn't anything like this. Your nose rubbed to his as you kissed him, his hands clamped to your ass as he moved you, your moans mingling together and flowing softer, deeper, or higher when he was all the way in. Your trembling fingers pulled at his hair just because you needed to grab something and Seth let you have your way, his own fingers slipping down to your thighs as he let you find your rhythm. Because you knew how to grind on it to make yourself feel good, it was that angle as you leaned into him and whimpered when you felt it, that good feeling. The hot, pulsing, clenching feeling. He liked how it felt, too, as he listened to you cry for him. “Fuck…mmmh.”

“Yeah? Right there, baby?” Seth’s voice caressed you just like his palms did on your thighs, a velvety tone that you felt graze your cheek and somewhere deeper within you. Your eyes were already closed as you nodded and let yourself get lost in it, not able to see how his eyelids were low, too, a heated haze in them as he watched you get yourself there.

He had nothing but patience for you. Nothing but love for you as he loved seeing you look like this, crumpled against him as you worked your hips on his lap; and he loved feeling you like this, fluttering and dripping warm on him until it, unfortunately, left a small spot on the sofa cushion. But that wasn't anything he couldn't handle with a bit of extra cash at checkout…and it was nothing he cared to focus on when this moment with you was priceless. His lips peppered kisses on the side of your face as he wrapped his fingers around your thighs, a graceful motion to only encourage you already falling apart, his whisper sweet next to your ear. “That's it…take what you need. Use me, honey.”

And your hips kept rocking until you were tired, your thighs shaking in Seth's grasp, your sobs muffled on his dewy skin when you didn't want a noise complaint added to the bill tomorrow morning. You surprised yourself that you could think of anything at all when your head felt so fuzzy, when you felt so full of him as he resumed rocking for you, tilting his hips up in tight circles until you were sure you'd unravel again. Your eyes met his in a lingering look of mercy, such a handsome devil to hold you down on it and study how it made your moans slip into pitched, little whines.

Yet he was oh, so diligent because he knew you could take it, that precious waver in your voice told him so. His hushed kisses on your lips groaned praises you for letting him take care of you. Because tonight wasn't really about him, he mumbled, but about you.

#seth 🤤🤤#fic recs

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