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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 5 months

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Tribal Chief

❤️❤️Author's Note: For those of you who are unaware, I am a co-author for my sister over on Wattpad so with her permission this story has been requested to post on my Tumblr as well. Oh, and this was inspired by the recent backstage segment between Roman and Nick Aldis. My boy is not playin' with the Tribal Chief. xD Anyways, Enjoy!

I do not own the pictures used in this, credit to the owner(s).

Warnings: not really, other than some vulgar language lol

Since being promoted to the general manager position on Smackdown, you must say that you have made a great impact on the show. Ratings are booming; endorsements are rolling in, and you were not only showing your powerful role as the WWE Women's World Champion but also as a top manager for the business. Sure, it meant more responsibilities, but you were more than up for the challenge, and everyone loved you.

Well, everyone except the Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, who you've bumped heads with on several occasions since being drafted to Smackdown. The 6'3, tanned Samoan hated that you never acknowledged him and two, you were trying to tell him what to do....no one tells Roman Reigns what to do.

*Live Backstage Segment*

You've been summoned by the arrogant asshole Chief himself as told to you by Paul Heyman. Said that you and his Tribal Chief needed to talk business. You inwardly roll your eyes, knowing that this most likely had to do with tonight's booking. You smooth out your dress and had to admit to yourself you looked too damn good. Although you weren't a face, nor a heel either, the crowd cheered for you as the camera panned to you:

Not bothering to knock, you barge into the Bloodline's locker room, adjusting your championship title on your shoulder. The crowd began booing loudly as the camera switched to Roman sitting on the couch, while Solo stood behind him, Jey and Jimmy sitting across from him on another couch. All conversation stopped when you walked in. You strut over to Roman, standing off to the side as you fold your arms over your slightly exposed chest.

"Good evening gentlemen...I've been summoned." You say in a mocking tone. Roman takes his eyes off of his phone before eying you up and down; eyes roaming over your body a little longer than he'd admit.

You looked so beautiful. So sexy.

"......Leave us." He says in a smooth, yet deep tone.

All four men glance at their Tribal Chief before nodding. They exit quietly leaving you and Roman to yourselves. The tension in the room was apparent as you took your championship and placed it on the table beside you. You cross your beautiful brown leg over the other, noticing how Roman eyes them before subtly licking his lips. He can't help but be amused.

It's been a while since you two have talked being that for about three years, you've been over on Raw. Though Raw is no stranger to random Bloodline attacks on the Raw superstars, which you've witnessed firsthand. Long story short, you used to be in a three-person faction, you being the only woman of the three. Your two members challenged the Usos for their undisputed tag team titles and the Tribal Chief did not like that. He didn't like anyone disrespecting his family and when you did, you were dealt with. Unfortunately, the Usos ambushed your members after a match and put both men on the shelf. They haven't been active for over 6 months now. Hence why WWE decided to push a storyline between you and Roman to further your hate for one another.

"How do you know I wasn't talking to you?" He challenged.

"With all due respect, I wouldn't give a damn if you were." The crowd oh's loudly as Roman lets out a humorless laugh as you give him a coy smile. He straightens up his posture, reminding you of just how big he was compared to you.

"Ha, okay." He rests his elbows on his legs as he rubs his beard. A habit you've come to know of his. His brows furrowed and his face twisted slightly as he sat there thinking. "You booked my cousins, the Usos versus Sami & K.O.?" You sit up slightly as you nod.

"I did."

"And you booked Solo vs LA Knight?" He asks not looking at you. You eye his side profile as you again nod.

"I did." He shakes his head nodding.

"Hm........those are some pretty good ideas, but you know what would've been an even better idea? If you would've run that all by me first." You snort as you look away momentarily.

Just who the hell does he think he is? He thinks just because he and his family are the top superstars in the company, everyone has to bow down and kiss their damn feet?

"You see...I'm the Tribal Chief...the Head of the Table, everything goes through me. And I need you to understand that. Adam Pearce did." He states his voice smoother than silk and deeper than the ocean, but he still don't know who he's dealing with.

"Is that right?" He nods.

"Well Mr. Reigns, sorry to break it to you but, I'm not the Usos, Solo Sikoa nor am I the Wiseman Paul Heyman. Or anyone else in this locker room for that matter. I'm the general manager of Smackdown. Which means...I tell you what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Which also means, I'M the Head of the Table. And if I'm the Head of the Table....that means, I'm in control of who sits at the table and what you eat and when you eat. I feed you now." You say smartly as the crowd ooo's loudly.

Roman runs an annoyed hand down his face as his face twists in anger. Just who exactly did you think you were talking to? Sure stature-wise, you had nothing on him, but apparently, all that power has gone to your head.

You stand to your feet along with Roman as he is more than annoyed. The corner of his mouth twitched angrily. Oh, you got under his skin. You take your championship and place it back on your shoulder as you smirk at Roman. Damn, he looked sexy as fuck angry.

"Trust...you don't wanna be on my bad side Mr. Reigns." You say as you trace the outline of his belt that sat on his waist like the king he was.

You were both standing so close to each other, you were almost chest to chest. Damn, he smelled good. He lightly bites his lip as you do so, trying not to break character. He couldn't help but find you attractive. All of this confidence you oozed was going straight to his dick. He prayed no one could see the boner building in his pants. You keep this up, he was gonna tell them to cut the cameras, get the hell out, and fucked you silly on this damn couch.

"Wanna know why?" You ask batting your lashes up at the man.

"Why?" He says in almost a deep whisper. You smirk as you tap your manicured nail on his championship.

"Because...I'll make it hard for you." You say as the crowd goes crazy.

You definitely meant that in more ways than one and he seemed to have caught on. You back away slowly as you smile at him innocently.

"Now! If you'll excuse me, I have a show to run. Maybe we can get to know each other a little better. Enjoy the rest of your night Mr. Reigns." The crowd cheers as you strut away.

Roman was going to learn one way or another, you were the authority...not him.

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harmshake · 2 months

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In Session, Part 1

Brianna may be a dance class instructor, but Carmelo could teach her some new moves...

Carmelo Hayes x Brianna (fem!black!oc) | 18+, NSFW, fluff, a hint of smut for now... | 4,321 words

a/n: This one is for my good sis, @theninthwonder. 😘

Happy reading! Read my other WWE one shots here. ✨

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"Sheesh. You either got a real bad starin' problem today or you must like what you see."

Brianna's tone was pointed but she couldn't help the playfulness that softened it. Besides, Carmelo was a big boy. He could handle her teasing—he had to if he kept on with his eyes pointed at her thick, glossy lips like he enjoyed her smart-ass mouth.

He chuckled lightly at her words, his annoyingly pretty, chocolate-brown eyes still on her lips before he licked his with his gaze flitting to meet hers as she watched him pointedly, too, with her hand on her hip.

"Yeah, I like it. You know I do. The question is...what're you gonna do about it?" Carmelo spoke with his low, almost sizzlingly slow, baritone voice, those pretty eyes falling to her lips again as they pulled into a reluctant smirk. Brianna didn't have an issue with the man but with the way he could flirt with her and make her smile when she preferred to not be bothered.

She'd been a dance instructor at this gym for almost two years and she liked to just come to work, move her body while getting her clients excited to do the same, and go home. Brianna's class was located in the huge fitness center down the hallway from the main gym with the heavy equipment. Yet her studio had a large, glass window so other gym members passing by could check out her class and be encouraged to sign up—or so her bosses said was the intention.

Instead, Brianna often dealt with men walking by and damn-fear tripping or freezing in their tracks when they spotted her in her black leotard with matching leggings and Nike Air Force Ones as she showed her class how to dutty wine while on their hands and knees. She ignored it as most would be respectful and keep it moving, save for the few fools who had the audacity to pop their heads in while class was in session and try to spit game to her that she would always shut down with the quickness.

Carmelo was one of the respectful ones, though. One day a month ago, she noticed beyond her window a fine, brown-skinned man sporting a fade and French braids in a ponytail with big, tatted arms exposed in his gray muscle tee shirt...and he noticed Brianna, too, with a sexy smile and wink before he carried on. It wasn't until she was coming back from break a few days later that she ran across him again, and he chatted her up with that same sexy grin that made her cheeks warm as she grinned bigger.

But when he asked for her number, she declined as she didn't feel comfortable seeing anyone who was a member at her place of work. That just meant if anything went wrong, they would still be in her face when she just wanted to do her job. Carmelo understood and respected it...but it didn't stop him from making her smile whenever they crossed paths.

"Whatchu mean 'what am I gonna do about it,' boy? Only solution I see is for you to start averting your eyes when you see me," Brianna said, trying to hide her grin when he sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

"If I could do that...I probably still wouldn't 'cause you know you lookin' extra good today, right?" Carmelo claimed in that smooth voice as his eyes smoothed over her slimthick curves in her leotard and leggings that were nearly the same shade of honey brown as her skin, her feet covered in leopard-print Jordan Retro 6s.

"You just saying that 'cause you probably think this is how I look naked," Brianna purred but then bit her bottom lip, suddenly ashamed of what flew out of her mouth. It was that damn smile of his that had her cheesing back, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Did the thought ever cross her mind of what Carmelo's big hands would feel like if they roamed her bare body the way his eyes did? Hell yes.

But she refused to catch feelings for a gym member...even if he made it his business to catch her at work by syncing his workout schedule with her classes. It was that kinda cute shit that made her thoughts, and now her words, run away from her.

"Naw, girl. You look extra good witcha clothes on. You just don't know how to take a compliment." Carmelo shook his head and breathed an adorable laugh. "You could just say, 'Thank you, Melo.'"

He then waited for what he wanted to hear and crossed his arms over his perfect pecs, leaning against the elliptical he was about to use before he spotted Brianna and called her over. Yeah, all of that cute shit, too, she thought as she blushed and twirled her finger around one of her reddish, crocheted twists.

She rolled her eyes, too, to play it off as she quietly said, "Thank you, Melo."

He nodded with a satisfied smirk before he added, "Now say, 'Yes, Melo...'"

"To what?" Brianna furrowed her arched eyebrows and folded her arms, as well.

"You gotta say yes first to find out..."

"Ughhh...yes, Melo."

"Cool. I'll pick you up at eight, beautiful."

Brianna's brown eyes widened with both surprise and thrill at him trying to finesse her into a date. "You think you slick, don't you?" she giggled, and he did, too, but she trembled a little at the thought of what a night out with him could entail...

"It ain't like you work tomorrow. I don't ever see you here on Saturdays," Melo said and it was true. He caught her gaze with low lids and added in that low, slow voice of his, "And you can't keep actin' like you don't like me..."

"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't put up with you," she confessed in a small voice and a smaller laugh. He raised his eyebrows like he didn't already know that and it made her playfully shove him in the arm.

"Then let me take you to dinner. Just once." He grabbed her hand that connected with his bicep to hold for just a moment. Even that brief, warm contact, that eye contact, made Brianna feel heated like she just finished a warm-up routine. "Unless you got plans or something, what's your excuse this time?"

Brianna was in her mid-30s, single, hard-working, and drained by the end of the week from said hard work, which meant she reserved her Friday evenings for staying in to recharge, catch up on her TV shows, read, and maybe go out for the occasional drink or two with her homegirls. But never a date. It had been years since her last one...and for good reason.

Once upon a time she bothered to use dating apps, but never got close to anything that actually resembled a date because the dudes gave her the ick merely from their introduction messages.

"You got a fat ass, ma."

"Where you stay? Let me smoke you out tonight."

"You got some sexy lips...what that mouth do?"

Yet Brianna noticed Carmelo remained respectful, even if he flirted heavily with her. It never failed to impress her—shit, turn her on, too—as he was about five years younger than her and carried himself with the poise and savvy of a gentleman older than her.

Not to mention...he was sculpted like a demigod. His physique was beyond impressive and she struggled to keep her gaze on his as he stood before her half-naked with his abs popping with light sweat from his previous workout, and his slight happy trail that led into his black sweatpants sitting low on his hips, revealing the black and white waistband of his boxer briefs...although she tried not to strain her eyes to see what else they revealed. Carmelo wasn't much taller than her but she knew he was strong from the weights she'd seen him lift...and no doubt he'd lift her with her ease and wear her out until she was begging to the gods for mercy.

However, Brianna would probably be worse for wear, anyway, as it'd been a hot minute since she'd gotten some ass. She was never one to hook up with randoms, the last time being when she was in college over a decade ago. She would only fuck her boyfriends on the regular, but she hadn't been tied down in over three years—and three years without made her feel beyond rusty in the bedroom, no matter how limber she was in her dance classes.

What if she embarrassed herself? What if his respectful guy was a shtick and he ran his mouth around the gym about what they got up to outside of it? Brianna didn't want to take the chance.

She took a small breath to compose herself from her thoughts before she finally replied to him, "No plans. I just don't plan to shit where I eat. I've told you this before, sir."

"Yeah, I know...but you like me, yeah? And I like you," Carmelo said with those eyes that seemed to read her thoughts and make her coyly grin again. "One date ain't gonna hurt you..."

Mmm, but what if I want you to? Brianna thought begrudgingly, feeling herself blush again as she couldn't stop those thoughts from clouding her judgment once more. She heard herself gush the words, "Alright, then. Eight it is," before she could rethink them and Carmelo's sexy smile was bigger than she'd ever seen it before.

She still heard that twinge of "Girl, what are you doing?!" whispering in her thoughts to agree to a date with this adonis, but at this point, her brain gave the reins to her body. It twinged with heat when Carmelo held her hand again to slide his cell phone in her palm, instructing her to save her number in it, before he slid his fingers around her wrist and brought her knuckles to his lips for a quick, delicate kiss. The heat between her legs immediately whispered for him to kiss her, too...

"I'll see you tonight," he said softly as he let her hand gracefully fall to her side and Brianna mumbled what she hoped was a coherent, "Okay, see you later," as she not so gracefully sauntered off, her tongue tied and her knees weak.

If Carmelo had this effect on her with his mere aura and a simple kiss, Brianna knew she had a lot more to get ready for today than her next dance class...

When he arrived at her house later that evening, Brianna felt like she was floating on air even in her white, strappy heels as she approached him leaning against the passenger's door of his silver mist-painted GranTurismo, those big arms on display in his black, short-sleeved button-up and crossed on his chest where a gold Cuban link rested as he watched her come closer with that sexy grin on his lips.

"You clean up nice," she teased as a way to conceal how he stole the air from her lungs with his warm, yummy, snug scent when he hugged her.

"Yeah? Just tryna keep up with you 'cause sheesh," Carmelo said before he let out a long whistle and slowly spun her 360 degrees to take in the details of her silky, red mini-dress that covered her arms but dipped with a v-cut to show off her cleavage and another upside v-cut to unveil more of her left thigh.

The way Brianna's body heat soared to near-feverish levels from his touch and admiration made her want to feel ashamed, but all she could do was hide it, suck her teeth, and smile as she told him, "Boy, stop butterin' me up..."

"I tell you all the time how beautiful you are...and I mean it every time," Carmelo stated as he opened the door for her, his voice dropping an octave along with his eyes that met hers as she sat down on the red leather.

"Yeah, whatever," Brianna toyed under her breath as he closed the door, certain he didn't hear her.

But when he slipped behind the wheel and started the car, the speakers softly singing the chorus of "Moonlight" by Arin Ray, she felt her heart pound when his gaze lingered on her as he replied in that deep yet smooth tone, "'Member what I taught you earlier 'bout takin' a compliment? And you say...?"

"...Thank you, Melo," Brianna murmured with a tiny grin as he cupped his ear with his hand as if to listen carefully before he grinned back and pulled his Maserati away from her curb and to their destination.

Maybe it was her nerves from being on a date for the first time in years. Maybe it was the way stars above and lights that lined the downtown street twinkled around them in the lavish, outdoor dining room at Prime + Proper. Or maybe it was the way Carmelo couldn't seem to avert his eyes from her like she'd dared him to earlier, his gaze more fascinated with her than the beautiful lush garden bordering the restaurant was surrounded or the lovely plates of gourmet alfredo over penne and roasted chicken set in front of them by their kind waiter.

Instead, he looked at Brianna like she was something delectable, something special, and all of it, all of him, had her heart still pounding in her chest as she tried to play it cool.

Yet when he spoke her name with his hand reaching across the table to tap his fingers along hers that wrapped around her fork, she felt herself stiffen from his soft touch. Brianna hoped he wouldn't notice but when she met his eyes, that sexy smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Lemme get a bite of that. Looks delicious."

She let him take her hand, something he seemed fond of doing and made her feel a way each time, as he leaned forward and guided her fork to his mouth. He let out a satisfied grunt as he chewed on her chicken and she giggled before she said, "You must really like it to make a noise like that. Greedy ass."

"Greedy? Naw, I just have good taste. I like what I got and I like yours, too," Carmelo replied with a lick of his lips before he took a sip of his iced water. His eyes stayed on her the entire time his thick, pink lips stuck to the glass, and she found herself imagining them stuck to her in the same manner...

"I'll give you that. This is a nice restaurant. The food is good," Brianna admitted as she glanced around again in awe and savored another bite of her food.

"Glad you let me take you out somewhere nice. You deserve it," he responded smoothly. "I know about your rule, but I figured that was for the lames. And I know I ain't one of them...not when I make you smile like that."

Carmelo grinned as he watched how her face broke into a grin, too, that she tried to mask with her glass of lemonade before drinking a bit. But he was onto her, she could feel it, and he pressed her softly.

"So why you was dodgin' me for so long, Bri?" he spoke. She thought briefly to come up with another excuse yet she knew he would see through it at this point.

Brianna sighed and expressed in a timid tone, "Because...you...ugh, you make me feel nervous."

"Nervous? Really? We be coolin' it when we talk."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...it's more like I'm nervous about what you'd do. I haven't been out like this in a while but I know how niggas do. Not saying that's you, too, but I don't know..."

Carmelo placed his fork down and propped his elbows up on the table to rest his chin on his knuckles as he gazed at her with a sudden seriousness in his brown eyes that matched his voice as he spoke, "I hear you on that. I do. But I didn't ask you out for any other reason than to get to know you better. I meant it when I said I like you, Bri. I like you a lot."

The bite of chicken she was about to take halted in the air as she could tell he did mean it. Just when she thought her nerves were settling, her heart did a flip as she said back to him, "I like you a lot, too, Melo..."

The drive back to her house was filled with that same flirting and tittering which helped ease Brianna's fluttering heartbeat in his delightful presence. But that fluttering intensified as he held her in his strong arms while they stood on her porch after he walked her to her door. She expected him to let go after a few seconds but he didn't—and she realized she didn't want him to as she rested her head on his shoulder with his chin resting on her twists that spilled down her back.

"Guess this is 'good night,'" Brianna piped up with her arms still draped on his waist as she looked up at him. Carmelo looked down at her and he didn't have to say a word for her to see the same glimmer of disappointment in his eyes that also twinkled in hers for ending the night so soon. However, she didn't know how else the night was supposed to end after leaving all of her dating skills and etiquette in years long gone.

That's when the thought that often crossed her mind about him wiggled its way to the forefront as she could feel his warm, hard muscles pressed to her and see his pretty, moist lips that looked just as warm yet soft...

"Guess so. Hope it's not the last time, though," Carmelo uttered wistfully.

"It won't be. Um, drive safe and let me know when you get home," Brianna said under her breath as he finally dropped his arms. She turned to her door to then fish through her Saint Laurent white leather clutch for her house keys, but something made her turn back around to face him and grab his chin before planting a quick smooch on his cheek. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered on his skin. Not the kiss she craved, but close enough.

"Of course...thank you for lettin' me spend a lil time with you. I'll text you when I'm home. Have a good rest of your night, beautiful," Carmelo whispered back and briefly bit his bottom lip that her thumb almost grazed. He stepped back as she unlocked her door and with a parting, handsome smile made his way back down her driveway to his car.

As Brianna opened her door to step inside, she felt that same something urge her to look over her shoulder at him as he rounded the hood to hop in his Maserati. Those thoughts came flooding back, every single one of them, the one that told her not to mess with a man she knew from work; the one that told her that man was too young and likely too hung for her to handle; and the one that told her she needed him in the worse way, each way, and each position until each of her vocal cords gave out...and Brianna let the flood finally consume her as she abruptly called out his name.

He perked up from bending down to slide into his car, watching her wave for him to come back. When he graced her porch once again, he asked, "Forgot something in my car? I'll grab it for you."

"No...I forgot this." Brianna leaned into him with shaky fingers from her nerves as they cupped his chin again to claim that something as boldness as she brought his lips to hers. Those warm, soft, juicy lips. It was a short kiss, not even a few seconds, but it left her shaking even more in her soul, wanting even more, as she tried to fix her eyes on his that looked pleasantly surprised. "Do you wanna...c-come inside?"

"Mm...you sure 'bout that, beautiful?" Carmelo asked quietly, curiously. He took her wrist into his hands and scattered two light but long kisses along the inside of it as if to test that curiosity, test her boldness, and discover if it led to more...but then he said just as quietly, "I hope you ain't just askin' me that because you think that's what I want."

"I want that...if you do," Brianna professed in a near whisper. He met her gaze with a knowing smile, the same smile that made her swoon since the first day she saw him...

"Oh, you know I want it."

There was a distinct buzz surging through Brianna's body, controlling her every limb as she led Carmelo into her home. It was like she was under a microscope, that microscope being his intense yet soft eyes as he studied her moving around the foyer to hang her purse on her coat rack, then to the living room to flick on a light, and lastly, the kitchen where she opened her refrigerator to offer him a drink.

She approached him sitting him on her couch, legs spread and reclined with his arms across the top, making himself all comfortable like he knew her place well, those stunning brown eyes still following her every step. She realized then the buzz wasn't just nerves but anticipation. Brianna could tell by now that Carmelo's respectful guy shtick was the real deal and there would be nothing going down if she didn't make it clear that's what she wanted it, too...badly.

Yet she was tongue-tied again, her dirty thoughts only stuck in her mouth even as she caught him looking at her lips. Damn, he made her nervous. Anxious, really, that buzz underneath her skin giving it away. When he accepted the bottled water from her, their fingers brushed together and she wondered if he felt that buzz tingle up his arm, too. When she sat down next to him, their thighs gently nudged together, she pondered if he felt it shoot a thrill up his hip, too. But when he slowly tilted up to put down his water on her coffee table after a few sips, he let his arm slip around her shoulders and she knew she was the only one who shook from his embrace.

"I need you to be straight up with me, Bri. We both grown." His other hand used his thick fingers to find her jaw and steer her face to his, eyes low yet prayerfully seeing the deepest need in her that she knew was trapped in her glittering, brown eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you, beautiful?"

Carmelo's low voice couldn't have sounded more gentle, more sweet, in her ears but the bluntness of his words forced another shake through her body that settled between her legs where Brianna felt a trickle of arousal betray her self-control. Like she had any of that left, anyway.

She kissed the man, twice. She invited the man inside her home. She let the man hold her face as his lips hovered so close that she felt his warm breath touch her lips when she needed it to be his mouth.

His question was simple but sliced through the layers of this game of "keep away" they'd been playing for weeks now—a game she initiated because god forbid she humiliate herself fucking with a dude when she hadn't been fucked, and fucked good, in years.

Yet Brianna was out of moves, he had flipped the game board and challenged her with new moves, like his gaze touching her soul and his hand gripping her with an ease, a tenderness she wasn't familiar with. It unlocked that boldness yet again living deep inside her that she kept hidden from men...but Carmelo was no ordinary man.

"...Yeah, I do."

The kisses he left on her hand felt even better on her lips. Curiously bold yet delicate like he wanted to feel every corner of her mouth, taste every inch of her tongue, and make up for lost time, all those times they could have been kissed like this. Carmelo's hand falling from her jaw to beneath her throat, delicate still with his grip, making a needy whimper slip from Brianna, his other hand tugging her closer to him by the small of her back until she crawled up on his lap, her arms slithering around his neck with her legs snaking his waist, her body shaking anew just from the whisper of contact against her clit behind her thong from his bulge that felt goddamn thick.

Brianna's hands twitched with curiosity to touch it, skimming down his chain, hard chest, and abs until her fingertips grazed it, mindlessly fiddling with the button on his black slacks to unfasten it. Her head was suddenly fuzzy with only one thought, pantsoffpantsoffpantsoff, her nerves not particularly soothed but drowned with a flow of dopamine from his intoxicating cologne caressing her nostrils, his lips caressing her neck, and his hands caressing everywhere else, like her breasts that he lightly massaged until they tried to spill from her bra and her round ass that fit perfectly in his big palms, making her breath stutter into his mouth.

"You want it right here? On the couch?" He panted his question as his breath hitched, too. Brianna nodded once as she successfully unbuttoned his pants, but his hands briskly scooped hers away. He pulled them to his mouth to sprinkle those light kisses along her knuckles again, forcing her to focus on him through that fuzz as he added, "I was thinkin' of layin' you down. So I can take my time with you..."

His voice was so smooth, so tender...how could she say no? Yet her newfound boldness made her mumble the intrusive thought before she could bite it back, "What if I wanna take my time sucking this dick right now?"

Carmelo's eyes briefly widened at her bold words but then he licked his lips before he licked and sucked her tongue in a heady kiss that made her whine, eager to slurp on him the same way.

"If that's what you want, go 'head. I wouldn't mind feelin' these pretty lips around me," he purred into her mouth with another kiss as her pussy purred at the seats of his pants and her panties to feel him throb from the idea. "But after that, baby...you better let me take my time eatin' that pussy."

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sydsaint · 27 days

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Things are a-changing in everyone's favorite polycule!!!

Summary: The WWE draft rolls around and GM!Reader invites Ava to observe. But that's not the only thing on her agenda for the first night of the draft.

It's late Thursday night as you finish up packing your bags for your flight to Cincinnati. Smackdown is hosting the first night of the draft in the city tomorrow, and it's bound to be an interesting show.

Off to the side of the room, the door creaks open. You glance at the door as Knight leans against the door frame. "You almost ready to go, gorgeous?" He asks you.

"Yeah." You nod and turn back to your bag. "Is everything in the apartment off? And did you set the feeder on the fish tank for the weekend?" You ask him.

Knight pushes off the door and walks over to you. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. "Everything is taken care of, darlin'. Like always." He assures you. "Your boy toys are already on their flight. We're just waiting on you now, boss lady." He teases you.

"God, reliability is so sexy on you." You zip up your suitcase before turning around in Knight's arm. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean up for a kiss. "Can you take my bags down? I need to make a quick phone call before we get to the airport."

"Of course, darlin." Knight nods and lets you go from his arms. "Anything for you, sweetheart." He winks at you before grabbing your bags and hauling them off out to the car.

You fish your phone from your back pocket and begin switching off lights as you move through the apartment. You dial the number you need and the line rings a few times before someone finally picks up.

"Yeah? This is, Ava." A sweet female voice answers the call.

"Ava!" You smile to yourself and switch the last light in the apartment off. "Hey, it's YN. The GM for Smackdown?" You introduce yourself.

You hear rustling on the other side of the phone before Ava finally answers you. "Yeah! Of course! Hi." She answers with enthusiasm. "What can I do for you?" She asks you.

"I actually had a sort of business proposition for you." You explain. "I'm going to assume you know that Smackdown is hosting the first night of the draft, right?" You ask Ava.

"Yeah." Ava replies.

You linger at the front door of the apartment and check the security system one last time before locking the door and stepping outside. "Well, I'd like to formally invite you to Smackdown to be a guest on the show." You inform Ava. "If, of course, you're willing to fly out to Cincinnati by tomorrow night."

"Really?" Ava sounds surprised by your proposal. "Umm, yeah! That sounds great! I think that I can make it in time for Smackdown tomorrow." She adds, and you can hear more rustling on the other end of the line.

"Sounds great!" You smile to yourself. "Listen, I have to head out and catch my flight. But you have my number, so text me when you get your travel plans figured out. We can talk more later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Ava agrees and hangs up the call.

You put your phone back into your pocket and make your way out to the car. Knight has just finished packing up your bags by the time you get out there and greets you.

"You have a productive phone call?" Knight asks you.

"It was, yes." You nod and walk around to the passenger side of the car.

Knight comes around with you and gets the door. "Glad to hear it, sweetie. You ready to go?" He asks you.

You nod and the two of you head out to the airport.

The next afternoon you pull into the arena in Cincinnati alone, Knight, Waller, and Theory haven already arrived and been engrossed in some meet-and-greets for a few hours now. You head through the security gate and make your way down to your office. When you step into the hallway leading to said office, Waller and Theory are mingling outside the door.

"Gray? Austin?" You catch their attention as you make your way toward them. "What are you two doing back here? Don't you have a meet-and-greet before the show?" You glance down at your watch, briefly.

"Event ended a little bit ago." Austin explains and pushes off the wall he's been leaning against.

Grayson does the same and springs up to help you with the bag slung over your shoulder. "Thank you, sweetie." You thank Grayson and make it to your office door.

You head inside the office with Grayson and Austin following behind you. Grayson sets your bag down onto the desk in the room and you walk around it to sit down in the provided chair.

"How'd the event go? Lots of screaming girls thirsting over the two of you?" You muse and begin unloading your bag.

"Well, we are WWE's sexiest tag team." Austin chuckles and leans against the front of your desk.

Grayson laughs with him and they high-five before Grayson turns back to you. "Not that you ever have to worry about any of those simps, YN." He assures you.

"Good to know." You giggle and boot up your laptop. "Did either of you see Knight at the event center?" You ask them, attention on your laptop.

"We went by his booth on the way out of the center." Austin answers you. "He looked like he was wrapping things up."

You nod and enter your password on your laptop to boot things up. "Good, I have something for him to do for me tonight." You glance up at Austin and Grayson. "As for you two. No match tonight, sorry. But! I do have you two scheduled against Tez and Dawkins next week." You inform them.

"Not a problem." Grayson replies confidently. "That mean you're kicking us out for the night?" He jokes with you.

"Fraid so, pretty boy." You nod with a playful smile. "After one of you gets me a coffee from catering." You add.

Austin and Grayson both chuckle and Austin nods at you. "I got you, babe."

Gray and Austin head out and you try and get some work done before everyone from the Smackdown and Raw draft teams begin to show up. Knight eventually shows up to check in on you after he's done with his meet-and-greet.

"Working hard in here, sweetheart?" Knight saunters into the room with his usual confident swagger.

"Extremely." You laugh. "Thanks for stopping in, sweetie. I've got a job for you to handle real quick, then you're off for the night with the boys." You explain.

Knight nods and leans on your desk. He waits patiently and watches you answer a text on your phone before you turn your attention back to him.

"I've got a special guest joining me on Smackdown tonight." You set your phone down and glance up at him. "Ava Raine from NXT. She should be arriving soon. So, can you meet her and bring her down her for me, please?" You ask him.

"Sure." Knight nods. "No problem. Ava Raine, huh? She's that bright-eyed girl you were talking with last week at the PC, right?" He asks you.

You nod and get another text on your phone. You read it briefly and rise out of your chair. "Thank you, sweetie. You can just bring her back here. But I've got to go meet with Pearce and Hunter really fast before the show." You explain.

Knight nods and gets the door for you. The two of you part ways for the time being, and Knight heads on down to the loading docks to wait for Ava to show up.

It isn't long before Ava's uber pulls into the loading bay. She thanks the driver with a grateful smile and checks her phone one last time. There's a text waiting for her when she unlocks it.

Sent one of my boys down to meet you. See you in my office! :)

Ava reads the text before locking her phone again and stepping out of the back of her Uber. She scans the loading bay for signs of anyone waiting for her and it doesn't take her long to notice lingering around.

"Umm...hi." Ava walks over to Knight, unsure if he's who she should be lookingg for. "LA Knight, right?" She asks nervously.

"You know it, sweetheart." Knight flashes a grin at Ava and nods. "Boss sent me down to pick you up." He explains. "Come on. She wants you in her office before Smackdown starts."

Ava nods and follows behinnd Knight as he takes off further into the building. She rushes to Knight's side and falls into step with him.

"It's nice to meet you, by the way." Ava offers Knight a friendly smile. "Officialy I mean. I obviously know who are and all." She adds with a laugh.

"Pleasures all mine, sweetheart." Knight replies smoothly.

The rest of the journey back to your office is mostly silent. The pair reach the door and Knight knocks twice before pulling open the door.

"I went ahead and picked up that special package for you, darlin." Knight announces as he comes through the door with Ava.

"Perfect! Thank you, Shaun, sweetie. That's all I need for tonight." You look up from your phone, sitting beind your desk and looking all professional. "Ava!" You stand up and greet her with a wide smile. "It's good to see you again. I am so glad that you could make it."

You come around the desk and pull Ava into a hug. Knight gives you a nod and heads off back to the locker rooms for the night.

"I'm super honored that you offered to have me on the show!" Ava replies as you release her from your embrace.

"Of course!" You nod and gesture for Ava to take a seat while the two of you still have time to chat. "I like you, Ava. Honestly? You remind me alot of myself 20 years ago." You admit.

Ava nods and you can read the surprise on her face at your claim. "Really? Wow." She gushes. "I don't really know what to say." Ava rubs the back of her neck.

"Don't sweat it, Ava." You laugh casually. "You've got all the making of a future powerhouse in this business, kid. You're smart, talented, and passsioniate. Not to mention who your father is." You add. "All you need is a little guidance. And I'm here to provide that for you."

"You are?" Ava replies. "But why me?" She asks you.

You smile to yourself and glance down at your watch. Hunter and Pearce will be by to grab you any minute now.

"Like I said earlier. I like you, Ava." You answer her. "And, we need more women in posistions of power in this business, don't you think?" You add.

Ava nods and your smile widens. "Atta girl, Ava. Now come on!" You rise out of your chair and pick up a few papers off your desk. "Smackdown is airing in about ten minutes so we should be heading down to the conference rooms." You gesture for her to follow you.

Ava nods again and pops quickly to her feet. The two of you mingle all the way down to the conference rooms. Hunter and Pearce are both waiting when you arrive.

"YN." Hunter greets you with a friendly smile and handshake before noticing Ava standing behind you. "And, Ava?" He glances at her.

"Ava's here on my request, Hunter." You explain. "I felt like since some of her NXT stars are eligable to be called up tonight that she should be involved, right?"

Hunter nods in agreement and you take it as a good sign. Hunter and Ava step away to chat for a minute and you turn toward Pearce idling nearbye.

"Got a new pupil, YN?" Pearce teases you casually. "I gotta say. I never pegged you for the sympathetic type." He adds.

"Ava's an investment into the future of this company, Adam." You reply. "And you'd be smart to become friendly with her. Or I might end up aquiring all of NXT's best stars." You grin at him.

Pearce snorts and the two of you shake hands. Hunter lets Ava go and she returns to your side. Smackdown kicks off live on the air so Hunter heads off to appear on camera. You and Pearce step up to your respective conference rooms and head inside them. Ava follows silently behind you as you step inside the room.

"Good evening everyone." You adress the room. "I'm sure some of you regonize Ava Raine, the GM of NXT. Ava is here as a guest of mine, here to observe and learn." You explain. "Now! Let's all get to work in making sure that Smackdown stays the A-show, shall we? Starting with making sure that we draft Carmelo Hayes before Raw has a chance to take him."

You make your way across the room and sit down at the head of the table. You nod to the empty seat to your right and Ave sits doww silently.

Now it's time to get to work.

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solefae · 2 months

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THE NEW DIVA. jimmy uso

SUMMARY ── jimmy can’t keep his eyes off the new diva

It was 2014 and Monday Night RAW was electric as always in the Allstate Arena near Chicago. Backstage, Zahra was buzzing with nerves in her debut match against AJ Lee later on. As the newest signee to WWE's roster of Divas, she was determined to show all the haters doubting the biracial beauty.

Of course, having the entire locker room behind her certainly helped calm the jitters. Well, almost the entire room - as Zahra stretched in the corner warming up, she couldn't help notice a certain blue chipper Samoan's lingering gaze from across the way.

Jimmy Uso had been in the company for a couple years now tearing it up alongside his brother Jey, and Zahra had admired him from afar since her FCW days. But this was the first time they were really interacting beyond friendly hellos in passing.

Her heart fluttered when he finally sauntered over, checking out her toned physique on display in her tiny wrestling gear unabashedly. "Aye girl you look ready to kill it out there. Mind if I spot ya?" Jimmy offered in that addictive baritone, already leading her over to the weights.

"Appreciate it, could always use an extra set of eyes. Especially from a pro like you," Zahra replied coyly, laying back on the bench to start pumping out reps under his watchful gaze. His large hands guided the bar smoothly, lingering a few extra beats each time she brought it down to brush her ample chest teasingly.

"Damn you strong too, know you gon hold that gold belt one day for sure ma. And definitely got them looks to match, bet all the fellas tryna holla," Jimmy flirted smoothly in return, leaning down to murmur the compliment lowly in her ear. Zahra shivered despite the sweltering heat coursing through her veins, equal parts nerves and want now.

"Maybe. But only got eyes for one man out here if he's interested too," she shot back playfully once he helped sit her up, unable to resist brushing her fingers along his bulging arm tantalizingly. The look Jimmy gave her in return had Zahra practically melting like putty in his strong hands already.

"Guess we'll have to continue this conversation after your match shawty. Break a leg out there - I'll be watchin extra close," he promised darkly, punctuating the offer with a lingering kiss to the back of her hand that had her head spinning the rest of prep. This match was about to be way more fun than anticipated now.

Sure enough, Zahra felt Jimmy's intense gaze burning into her the entire time in the ring against AJ. She flew around that canvas like the veteran she was training to be, putting on a clinic and thrillng the packed stadium. When she locked AJ into thesubmission for the clean pin, the roar was deafening as confetti rained down celebrating the new princess of WWE officially.

After a crushing hug from all her girls backstage in congratulations, Zahra began searching the crowded hallway eagerly for Jimmy, needing that follow up chat more than ever buzzing off her high. Spotting his towering frame leaned casually outside the showers, she sauntered over confidently, heart bursting.

"So you liked what you saw out there big boy?" Zahra purred brazenly, fisting her tiny hands in his open shirt to drag him into the empty locker room teasingly. Jimmy couldn't resist cupping her supple cheeks, eyes already lidded and dark like a starving man shown an endless buffet.

"Goddamn ma you know you take my breath away. Can't stop thinkin bout gettin my hands all over that sexy lil body," he groaned hungrily, backing her into the locker to hike her leg high around his muscular hips. Zahra whimpered helplessly feeling his thick manhood straining against her throbbing core through their thin barriers, lips locking desperately.

"Then take me already daddy, been wanting you forever," she urged breathlessly, tugging his jersey over his head eagerly. Their clothing disappeared in a flurry, lips and tongues mapping out every new inch of glistening skin fervently. Jimmy lifted her with ease, sinking home between her folds in one smooth glide that had them both crying out at the sensation.

"You feel so damn good n tight on this dick, fuck!" he grunted already, setting a blissful punishing pace in and out of her quivering heat. Zahra could only sob and beg shamelessly for more, hands clawing down his sculpted back as her first orgasm approached fast and mercilessly under his skilled ministrations.

Jimmy was determined to test her stamina after that electrifying showing, pounding into her greedy pussy relentlessly against the metallic lockers. Zahra came again and again, gushing around his thick member each time with increasing intensity until Jimmy finally spilled deep inside her with an animalistic growl of completion.

Collapsing in a sweaty euphoric tangle afterwards, neither could find it in themselves to regret giving into temptation so thoroughly. "Damn ma was worth the wait," Jimmy eventually mumbled against her hair softly, pressing sweet kisses along her heaving collarbones adoringly.

Zahra only smiled dreamily, tracing the lines of his handsome face tenderly as her heart swelled bursting with joy and belonging. "This is just the beginning for us. Who knows what we'll accomplish together," she whispered back confidently, knowing in her soul their story had only just begun unfolding...

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pseudowho · 11 days

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happy late mothers day, beautiful intelligent human being with a most charming brilliant spirit, i genuinely hope that mr. haitch and the rest of your family is gonna be okay. please take every bit of time you need to be with your family and recuperate! sending you all my love and goodwill from afar!

also, i wanted to thank you for your presence on tumblr. you've quite literally helped me realize an important missing piece from the kind of love and intimacy i want, with your nanami and higuruma fics.

your characterization and finely tuned execution of fluffy gut wrenching build up paired with a payoff of a starved, nigh-predatory(in the sexy/mutually enthusiastic consenting way) beast unleashed are delectable each and every single time!! the way you write and frame stories is just so. perfectly articulate and juicy.

Hello, thank you so much! He's a tough guy and he's recovering well. The boys are devastated that he's not capable of throwing them around WWE style right now, but they'll cope. Mr.Haitch will get better, and catch them when they least expect it.

Oh god what a compliment 😭 it's too good, I can't accept it. It's too good. I'm so thrilled that my stories mean so much to you. They mean so much to me, too.

Just going to sit here and *blublublub*

-- Haitch xxx

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hotdogdiscotheque · 6 months

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you guys don’t

UNDERSTAND

he is so babygirl I want to put him in a terrarium!!!

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omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts · 7 months

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Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

You weren't expecting to get caught in the rain like this, but you weren't about to complain either. Especially not when you had the quite pleasurable view of your lovers in front of you, wet tee-shirts and jeans hugging their muscular frames as the three of you stood under some dense tree cover just off the path you'd taken.

It was early October, and WWE had a house show along with a Smackdown taping in Detroit that you and your boys were booked for. The three of you had chosen to stay at a hotel for four days, giving you plenty of time to explore a bit more instead of opting to stay closer to the Downtown area for a shorter amount of time.

"The perk of working and traveling with your partners."

You'd once joked, Eddie not bothering to stop the chuckle that bubbled up from his chest.

Rey's hand had been intertwined with yours, Eddie staying close to your side as the three of you walked through the park you'd found. Neither man really minded the cooler weather, while you were fully in your element.

"It looks like it'll rain soon, mi amor. We should head back to the hotel soon."

Eddie turned to face you for a moment, eyes glancing up toward the sky before meeting yours again.

"If it rains, so be it."

A warm smile formed on your lips as both men laughed at you, the three of you continuing to make your way through the trails. They'd gotten into a conversation about something you couldn't quite focus on, your attention drawn to the different plants and wildlife you'd managed to catch glimpses of.

You hadn't felt the first droplets of rain hit your skin, not noticing the tiny dark spots that appeared on Eddie and Rey's shirts. The taller of the two men turned to look to you, seemingly not noticing the rain either.

"See something you like, sweetheart?"

Your smile grew slightly, laughter bubbling past your lips as he flexed his biceps for a moment.

"I always see something I like when my amazing, sexy Latin lovers are around."

Rey turned toward you and Eddie, chuckling at the two of you.

"You can't resist the Latino heat, mi amor."

You shook your head, walking up to them and giving each man a kiss on the cheek. Eddie wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"I couldn't resist you even if I wanted to. You're like air, and loving you is just like breathing. It just feels so natural."

The three of you continued down the path, the rain quickly picking up its pace and You weren't expecting to get caught in the rain like this, but you weren't about to complain either. Especially not when you had the quite pleasurable view of your lovers in front of you, wet tee-shirts and jeans hugging their muscular frames as the three of you stood under some dense tree cover just off the path you'd taken.

You couldn't help but take another picture as they assessed the 'damage'. Rey was the first to look up, brow raised slightly.

"Souvenir for later."

He chuckled, walking over and wrapping an arm around your waist as Eddie sat down on a small bench he'd found. Slipping the camera from your hands, he gave it to the taller of the two men who gladly accepted it before you could utter a single protest. His free hand came up, thumb rubbing gingerly over your cheek before he brought you in for a slow, mesmerizing kiss that made your breath catch in your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut, hand coming up to rest on his bicep.

Kisses like these, whether with Rey or Eddie, never failed to get the same reaction out of you. Heart pounding in your chest as your breath hitched, holding on to some part of them like they'd disappear if you didn't hold them close to you, head seeming to spin as they deepened the kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two of you broke the kiss, quietly struggling to catch your breath. Once you'd managed to calm slightly, Rey brought you to the bench. Eddie handed him the camera, carefully pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist. His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt and traced over your skin as he trailed kisses along your neck and jaw.

Once more, your eyes fluttered shut as his kisses trailed upwards. He finally kissed you after a few moments of teasing you, his movements just as slow and loving as Rey's had been. His hand came to rest on the small of your back, yours resting over his heart as your fingers clutched his shirt.

A short time later the rain died down a bit, the three of you running to your car and heading back to your hotel. You'd showered together, the three of you curling up together in bed to warm up as you watched whatever happened to be on TV.

You'd find out much later that each of the men had photographed these moments with you, neither one noticing as you lost yourselves in one another.

You weren't expecting to get caught in the rain like this, but oh, you were so happy that you did.

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