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jxtina-86 · 11 months

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Temporary Escape - Part 4

A/N: I've added the previous parts to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

To say I am nervous about posting this, is an understatement. I have written some crazy shit in the past but nothing quite compares to this and is one of the reasons I've sat on this for far too long.

I would really appreciate some love to ease my nerves on this - thank you in advance!

This entire part is a flashback - I've only put the first part in italics for reasons that will become clear...

This entire flashback is 10k words so I've split in two - look out for the next part soon...

So... let's find out what happened shall we?

Warning: Smut. To use the old-school term, this is stuffed with so many lemons, you could make a million gallons of lemonade

Rating: MA

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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Fingers lightly dance over my hips as Seth kisses me, his mouth firm, wanting. I breathe into him, my body fluid as I lean into him. His hand slides up the back of my neck, into my hair, twisting big handfuls into his grasp as he holds me close. And yet I can still feel a hand on each hip. Then Seth’s other hand cups my face and I realise with a jolt that there’s another, someone behind me, someone else’s breath on my neck.

The hands on my hips squeeze gently as lips caress my shoulder. Seth is pulling away from my mouth, trailing hot, feverish kisses down my throat and I’m able to look behind me. Roman stares back at me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he kisses me. I groan into his mouth, responding not only to his kiss but Seth’s fingers tugging down the cups of my bra, his tongue flicking across one nipple before he takes it fully into his mouth. My brain is on the verge of shutting down already, when I feel another tongue, another mouth on my other breast. I break away from Roman’s mouth to see Dean slipping a hand around my back to unclasp my bra and drag the straps down my arms before he chucks the garment over his shoulder.

Seth sinks lower, his mouth on my stomach, his fingers on my panties and I can feel my knees starting to buckle. Roman’s mouth is hot on my neck and jawline, my hair wrapped roughly around his fist and out of his way. Dean’s tongue is sinful, his big hands cupping my breasts, making me hiss with firm, yet teasing pinches to my already sensitive nipples. My body arches as Seth…

I feel the bed beneath me, the warmth of the sheets, the softness of the pillow, a faint glow beyond my closed eyes and a dull murmur that brings me out of my slumber.

“Hey,” I hear Seth whisper, his hand ghosting over my back. “You okay?”

“Huh?” My voice is thick with sleep, my eyes squinting at the glare of the TV.

“You were mumbling in your sleep.”

“I was?” I roll over to find him and smile, my eyes closing as he pulls me close.

“Yeah,” he breathes across my cheek. “Bad dream?”

I shake my head, but don’t say anything because I’m not sure what to say. I can barely compute it, the details are hazy but the more conscious I become the more aware I am that my skin feels hot as if those three pairs of hands are still caressing me.

Seth’s finger slips under my chin, tilting my head back so I look up at him. “Tell me.”

I mean, do you tell your sort-of-casual-fuck-slash-kinda-boyfriend about sex dreams that involve other people? Especially when those other people are specifically his friends and co-workers?

“Tell me,” he repeats, his arms settling around me, his beard fuzzy against my forehead.

“You were there,” I start and I look up in time to see the cockiness spread across the lit side of his face; the rest cast in shadow and unreadable. “Fine, it was a sex dream.”

“Uh-huh…” he grins. “You’re almost as vocal in your dreams as you are in real life.”

I feel my cheeks redden and for a moment wonder if he can see, before I realise that perhaps certain names slipped out during my state of unconsciousness.

“So,” he continues. “What were we doing?”

I chew my lip. “We…”

“Because if you tell me, I’ll give you the real life play-by-play.”

I snort and before I can connect my brain with my mouth: “I’d think twice about that.”

“Why?”

I kick myself. “We… We weren’t alone.”

“I see.”

“Just a dream, Seth.”

“Sure.” He pauses. “But a dream you were enjoying?”

“I guess.”

“Who was there?” He doesn’t sound jealous, he doesn’t, as far as I can tell, even look jealous. It seems to be genuine curiosity.

“You really want to know?” I give him a quizzical look.

“Sure.” His face stays soft and relaxed.

I chew my lip and when I speak my voice is low, barely a whisper. “Roman… and Dean.”

He’s silent and I watch him blink, his bottom lip disappearing for a second as he chews it thoughtfully. “Huh.”

“See, told you to think twice about it.” I force a chuckle as I look down, unable to meet his gaze. “Anyway, just a stupid dream.”

“How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it good?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“I want to.”

“Why? It was a dream. Nothing more.”

“What if it was more?”

I look back up at him sharply. “What?”

“I made you a deal. You tell me your dream and I give you the play-by-play in real-life.”

“Seth, c’mon. Like you’d ever agree to that.” He has to be kidding. Right?

“I would. I am.”

I roll my eyes. “No, you wouldn’t and you’re not. Like how would that even work?”

“I think it’s pretty straightforward.”

“Sure. You go wake the guys, tell them that we’re going to have a foursome and then it just happens.”

“Why not?”

I blink. “Because it sounds fucking insane Seth.”

“Trust me, it isn’t in the slightest.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.” He kisses me on the forehead before he pulls the covers back and starts to rise.

“Where are you going?”

“To get them.”

“Seth!”

He kneels on the edge of the bed, bending down to me, his hand cupping my cheek, fingers lacing through my hair. “Trust me. Go freshen up. I’ll be back.”

I grip his wrist, keeping him to me for a minute. “Seth, stop messing with me.”

“No messing. I’m serious.”

“I don’t understand.”

He kisses me and it’s soft, tender. “I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.”

“I…”

“Take as long as you need,” he breathes against my mouth as he pulls back again. “We’ll be waiting.”

I watch as he moves to the door and it shuts behind him. I’m frozen in the bed, but only momentarily, as I try to compute the conversation that has just occurred. And then I’m moving, scrambling to push the sheets back and launching myself towards the bathroom where I close the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.

One casual, half-formed sex dream and suddenly sex with three men at once is a possibility. Beyond how incredibly fucked up this is becoming in the early hours of a Saturday morning, I’m not even sure of the logistics of a foursome. Opening the bathroom door, I spy my phone and grab it quickly before retreating to lean against the vanity and open up Google. I pause, unsure what to write. The results will be porn or urban dictionary entries written by sixteen-year-olds - hardly a reflection of the potential reality of what may be about to unfold.

And then I stop - how is this even happening in the first place? I half-wonder if this is a dream within a dream, that I’ll wake from this to discover I’m back in bed and Seth is asleep next to me and no one is even remotely suggesting that a dream should be acted upon with almost immediate effect.

I can’t even put my finger on what even caused the dream. But as I close my eyes, I can see fragments of the brief encounter stood between three men and my stomach flips. Of course I can see the attraction of Roman and Dean - they’re tall, handsome men, with muscles, charm and wit. But they’re also Seth’s friends and co-workers. And surely to them, I’m his… Well, whatever I am.

And maybe this is why Seth is up for this, I think, my heart sinking slightly. I am just a casual fuck. Sharing me with his friends wouldn’t be a big deal because I’m not his girlfriend or anything quite as serious. I’m just the girl he sees when he’s local or when he invites me out to keep him company on the road. So what would it matter if I slept with his friends in some off-the-chain sexual exploration?

I chew my lip, picking up my phone again, idly scrolling to take my mind off this sudden realisation of why Seth wasn’t even bothered by my dream in the first place. There’s a handful of messages and I scroll through them, one of them an unknown number. I frown as I open it and read the message in full:

Hey Maddy, Seth sent me your number. I was backstage the other night when you were with the guys and thought you might like this.

There’s a blurred picture and as it starts to download, I suddenly remember. They’d been wearing the skull masks, the same that Seth and I had messed around with a few weeks back and had been posing for backstage snippets presumably with the same photographer who was messaging me. Seth had pulled me into one of the shots and with a chill down my spine I remember how close all three had felt as they surrounded me to make sure they were all in shot.

The photo comes into focus and I swallow hard. I’m the only one staring at the lens, my grin bashful. All three of them are looking elsewhere. All three of them, I realise, are looking at me. To the left is Dean, his head cocked to one side as he stares down at me, his chest almost up against my shoulder. Behind me is Roman, his head looming above mine, his eyes boring into me, his shoulders and arms flexed. And to the right is Seth, his eyes the only ones I can truly read and I know what happened later that night to back that look up - the combination of the mask, that he’d hit that roll over the barricade during their entrance and just him being him had resulted in one hell of an impromptu after-party between the sheets. Or rather against the wall, on the floor, against the chest of drawers, in the shower, against the bathroom vanity and then finally on the bed where the mood slowed and he’d fucked me painfully slowly, teasing me, until I was shaking uncontrollably.

I blink, distracted at the memory and stare again at the photo as if I’d imagined what I had previously seen. But no, all three are still staring at me and my dream suddenly seems to come into sharp focus as well. I obviously hadn’t realised at the time what was happening around me but clearly somewhere in my sub-conscious that feeling of them all so close had remained and my brain had started to connect the dots.

And the conversation with Seth is starting to make more sense too. He knew. He knew about this photo, knew what Roman and Dean were thinking and my dream was just confirmation that in some way we were all on the same page. My heart starts to pound and my hands are trembling as I put the phone down and start to consider what to do next.

My train of thought is interrupted by movement behind the door and I freeze, my ears straining to hear…

“Are we all sure about this?” I can hear Roman saying. “Including Maddy?”

“I told her that if she was up for it, so were we,” Seth replies.

“I mean it’s pretty fucked up.” Dean, which surprises me. “How are you okay with this?” My thoughts exactly.

There’s a pause. “If this is what she wants, then I’ll give her that. The fact it’s you two, you both admitted you’d have hit on her given the opportunity and rightly or wrongly I trust that you’re not going to do anything to hurt her, well that’s a bonus.”

“So let me get this straight,” Dean again. “You’re willing to give her whatever she wants, I get that. But usually acts like that are usually giving a chick commitment or a fucking handbag or some shit like that. Not a gang-bang.”

“Are you down for it or not?”

“I’m not sure I’m the one you should be asking that question to. I’d start with asking Maddy and perhaps even yourself.”

“But if she is. And I am?”

Another pause. “Sure.”

“Roman?”

There’s a grunt of agreement.

“Okay, so the deal is that no-one ever mentions what happens outside of these four walls. Not even to each other. And this is on her terms, her lead. No-one does anything to fuck with that, got it?”

“Christ, this is fucked up.”

Couldn’t say it better myself, I think as I close my eyes. Dean’s hands on my breasts, Roman’s mouth on mine, Seth’s tongue on my stomach. I bite my lip, feeling my skin flush. My terms. Never mentioned again. He trusts them. I trust them.

I ruffle my hair, tug at my shirt, reach for my toothbrush and a minute later I reach for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull open the door, my heart in my mouth as I feel three pairs of eyes on me. I’m not sure where to look and the first person my gaze connects with is Roman. He’s shirtless, his hair tied back as it usually is, but not as neat as if it was done in a hurry, the edges frizzy and loose around his face. My breath catches in my throat as I look away but at the same time catch a glimpse of the sweatpants slung low on his waist. Too low for there to be anything underneath them.

My eyes sweep to find Seth and instead meet Dean who at first glance seems to be fully clothed but then I notice the hoodie is only half-zipped and I can see his chest. I find myself blushing despite having seen both him and Roman in various states of undress over the past two years - sharing hotel rooms will do that as will a backstage pass that gets you into locker-rooms to sneak a kiss or more with your…

Finally, Seth comes into focus. He smiles, stepping away from the other two towards me. He’s still in the same state of undress; the tight boxers that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His arms slide around me, his hands in the small of my back as he pulls me against him.

“Hey,” he breathes against my cheek before he gives me a soft kiss. “You okay?”

“I guess.”

“Maddy,” he says, his mouth next to my ear, his voice low. “If you want this, they’re on board. I told them-”

“I know. I heard you.” I cup his face with one hand. “I still don’t get why you’re on board though?”

For the first time, I see his cheeks flush slightly. “You once said that you wanted to feel everything at the same time.”

“I’m pretty sure I was kidding, Seth.”

“Your choice. The three of us will give you that. If you want it.”

“I saw the photo.”

“And?” Seth’s fingers are trailing up and down my back and all I can think about is how much I suddenly want, need, the other two to do the same.

“My terms?”

He nods and I look up to see the other two nod in agreement.

Seth slips a hand around my neck, up into my hairline as he kisses me. I audibly groan into his mouth, clamouring for more as he pulls back. “So tell us?”

“Tell you what?”

“About your dream.”

I close my eyes for a second, steadying my breath. When I open them, Dean and Roman are closing in, one of either side of us. “It started with just you,” I tell Seth. “We were kissing. And your hands were on my hips. But then you moved them but I could still feel hands there and that’s when I realised we weren’t alone.”

“Who was it?” I hear Roman ask, his voice so low it practically vibrates through me.

“You,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper. “You were behind me…” I look up at Seth who nods encouragingly. “You were kissing my neck and then Seth started to move down to my breasts so then you kissed me.”

“And then?” says Dean and I can tell without even looking that he’s barely inches from me.

“There was another mouth on my breasts…”

“Me?” Dean’s the first out of him and Roman to touch me, a finger trailing down my jawline to raise my gaze to him. I nod and he gives me a cocky grin.

My mind starts to fog as I feel hands, larger than Seth’s cup my hips and my heart pounds as I feel Roman’s chest against my back. Seth’s mouth ghosts over mine as I get out the final memory of the dream. “You,” I tell him. “You started to go down on me and that’s when I woke up.”

“No wonder you were moaning in your sleep,” he chuckles as he presses kisses to my jawline. “Those soft, breathy moans that you do when you’re on the edge.”

Fingers pluck at my shirt, lifting it and I realise that, unlike my dream, I am completely unprepared for this. Thank god I showered before bed is all I can think. Not so thankful that under my shirt I’m wearing a cropped bra that’s seen better days rather than some chic lingerie that flatters me rather than offering practical support. My mouth opens to offer some sort of apology, but I’m halted by a hand cupping the back of my neck, easing my head back.

“Breathy moans, huh?” Roman murmurs. “Let me see if I can help with that.” He leans forward and I sense a slight hint of tentativeness at the first real step over the line. But then his lips brush over mine just as Seth’s hand cups my breast and my head almost explodes. Roman’s mouth is firm, determined, his fingers massaging the back of my neck at the same pace. I sigh into him and I feel his lips twitch in a grin. Only when Seth nips at my ear do we break apart and I’m breathless as my shirt is pulled free from my body. Seth kisses me, a soft growl in the back of his throat and I wonder if it’s through want or need to assert his ownership over me, or something else.

But once again, all rational thought leaves my mind as he pulls away and returns to blaze a path down my throat. I feel new fingers plucking at my bra, cool air hitting my breasts as that too is pulled up and over my head and I’m left fully exposed bar my panties. I can’t bring myself to look down so i look up instead, meeting Roman’s gaze once again and letting my hand cup his head this time to bring his mouth back to mine.

Dean’s tongue meets my skin at the same time as Seth’s; a move that seems too coordinated not to be and my back arches into their touch. I can feel hands everywhere - on my breasts, my back, my shoulders, my neck and my skin feels electrified. Dean pulls back, releasing my nipple with an audible pop and then I hiss into Roman’s mouth as a cool breeze hits my hot and damp skin. Fingers pinch gently, then harder, testing the waters and I pull away from Roman to meet Dean’s gaze.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice rough as he pinches my nipple again watching my face intently.

I nod, my head lolling back against Roman’s chest.

“What else do you like?” he pushes as he cups my breast and takes it into his mouth again, his tongue swirling over the hot skin before he pulls back again, this time his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

“That,” I manage to get out. “I… I like that.”

Seth’s mouth is on my stomach and my legs start to tremble. I’m more turned on than I ever realised was physically possible and even on an average day, his mouth is my undoing within minutes. I can already feel the tingling anticipation between my legs and I’m about to be at my most vulnerable, yet most euphoric in the presence of three men.

Roman’s teeth nip at my ear. “You okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe as I feel Dean cup both my breasts, pushing them together and then his tongue flicking over one then the other. Seth’s tongue trails from my navel down to the waistband of my panties and I feel my knees start to give way. “Fuck…”

My free hand drops to the back of his head and I feel him chuckle against my skin.

“Needy, huh?” Dean teases as he takes the opportunity to kiss me for the first time. “Tell us, what do you need?”

I can feel Seth pause in his endeavour, Roman’s mouth halts too, his breath hot on my neck as I stare up at Dean’s wide eyes. The three of them, waiting on me, waiting for my command, my permission to proceed.

“I need to cum.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

“That’s a given, but what do you need?” Dean asks again.

“I…” My head is swimming.

“This?” His fingers dig gently but firmly into my breasts.

“Or this?” Roman adds, his mouth on my neck, teeth nipping at the taut skin.

“And this?” Seth’s voice vibrates against my clit and I jolt in response.

“Or all of it?” Dean summises with a grin as my eyes meet his and I nod.

Seth’s hands are splayed on my thighs as he kisses me through my panties. His tongue flicks over my clit, dampening the material even more than it already is. His arm nudges my legs further apart and I feel myself slip against Roman’s chest, Dean’s hands tugging involuntarily at my breasts.

“Easy,” Roman murmurs and a secure arm eases around my waist, holding me steady. “I got you, baby girl.”

My stomach flips at the endearment and his touch, grateful for both. Dean’s hands are still pawing at my breasts, but his mouth is ghosting over mine and this time his kiss is hard, wanton. Seth’s fingers finally start to ease my panties down and there’s a brief pause as I step out of them and then I feel his tongue. I moan into Dean’s mouth, my body lurching uncontrollably and Roman’s arm grips me firmly.

“Shit, you’re dripping Maddy” I hear Seth say as his fingers rub my wetness. I’m barely aware of him rising until Dean slips away from me and I feel two fingers touch my lips.

“Holy fuck,” I hear Dean exhale as Seth pushes his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I’m lost in a haze of lust, barely able to focus as Dean’s mouth crashes against me as Seth heads south once again.

“Can I…” Roman growls against my ear and I shiver as I nod. His hand slides down my back, over my ass, squeezing the exposed flesh and I moan as finally a long finger slides into the heat between my legs just as Seth’s tongue presses flat against my clit. There are hands and mouths all over me and I’m already starting to spiral. My own hands are occupied with gripping the back of Seth’s head, the other slipping back and forth between Roman and Dean, unable to stay still for long, desperate to feel them both as they adorn me with kisses and teasing strokes.

Roman adds another finger, just as Seth eases my leg over his shoulder, opening me to both of them and the movement causes me to break from Dean’s kiss with a gasp. Roman’s arm around my waist tightens and I hiss as he nips at my neck.

“Faster or slower?” he murmurs, his fingers mimicking his question before returning to a steady pace that combined with Seth’s mouth and tongue on my clit is moments away from making me unravel completely.

“Just right,” I manage to stammer. “Oh fuck…” My body arches as I feel Seth’s thumb on my clit as he presses wet kisses to my inner thigh.

“Go on,” I feel Dean's warm breath on my cheek. “Take it, we’ve got you.” His fingers are circling my nipples, making me shiver as my head rolls back onto Roman’s shoulder.

“So wet,” I hear Roman murmur. “Fuck, Maddy…”

My breath hitches as Seth’s mouth returns to my clit, steady and firm pressure from his tongue, fingers gripping my thigh, my ass as he pushes me further and further towards an orgasm that’s jointly fueled by the actions of two others. My skin starts to itch, hot, flushed and I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. My hand on Seth’s head tightens, keeping him just so. My legs are starting to go numb and I feel my weight pressing back into Roman, his solid frame rock solid. As is something else.

Pressed against my ass, I can feel the outline of his dick, hard and thick and I can’t help but roll my hips slightly, relishing in how Roman’s teeth nip at my earlobe and Seth’s mouth never even falters. The move doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who presses his entire body against my side, his own length and thickness nudging at my hip. His fingers grip my chin as he kisses me, a hand pulling my own from his shoulder and down over his chest, his stomach, his crotch.

A strangled sob echoes through the air and for a second I can’t work out where it comes from. And then I hear Dean whispering, coaxing me softly as my orgasm rips through me and realise the sound came from me. Wave upon wave crashes through me, Seth’s mouth still on my clit, knowing to keep going until I’m weak and exhausted. I can feel Roman’s fingers slipping from me and I want to tell him to keep going but I can’t find the words. But then words don’t matter as he tilts my chin back and my eyes flicker open to hazily watch as he sucks his fingers dry, holding my gaze as he does.

Slowly, the tension that has spasmed through me eases and I take a deep, shaky breath. Seth’s mouth moves to lazily kiss my hips, my stomach as my leg slides from his shoulder. Three pairs of arms circle me, holding me up as I struggle to hold my own weight and I feel momentarily light-headed as the reality of what just happened hits me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my mind suddenly catching up.

“Good?” Seth mumbles against my mouth and I nod into his kiss. “More?”

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness and how over-dressed the three of them are in comparison. I’m also fully aware that pressed against me in various places are three rock-hard dicks and I swallow thickly at the thought.

“More?” I squeak and Roman chuckles behind me.

“You got three men ready and willing to do whatever you want. If you want more, we’ll give you more.”

“Your terms,” Seth reminds me. “You tell us what you want.”

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I'll be back soon with the next part...

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rollinzuniverse · 13 days

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I cannot handle how insanely hot he is 🥵

#sethrollins #wm40

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sister-wrestling1329 · 13 days

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WrestleMania Saturday

One hour down.... another to go until the official start of WrestleMania 40!!!!

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thatdeaniegirlsworld · 2 years

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"Freakin" In Love with Him-Seth Rollins

It was no secret around the workplace that a certain visionary had your heart. He laughed ta your jokes, and gave the best hugs in the entire company.

You and Seth had been friends for years, and every day that you think you can get over him...you can't. You know he would never go for you. You just wish that he could see how much better you are than any other woman on this planet.

It was Saturday night, and you didn't have to be on the road for a house show so you decided to stay in. What you didn't expect was for your doorbell to ring so late at night. You set your ice cream down, and make your way to the door where you see it's Seth.

"Seth...hey. Everything okay?" You ask him, and he shakes his head. He was standing in grey sweats with a black hoodie and his hair was wet. "Come on in." You move so he can make his way into your home. "Want a drink?"

"Do you have any coffee?"

"I can make some." You tell him, and he nods before settling himself down on the couch. You start the coffee and wait until it's fully done to go bring him a cup.

"Thank you." He says, beginning to sip on his cup of coffee. "Sorry to turn up like this. I just didn't know what to do."

"You can always come to me." You tell him, beginning to rub his back up, and down. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

"My wife cheated on me, and she's pregnant with his child." He says, and your heart breaks for him. He really loved his wife, and couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Seth....I'm so sorry." You take his free hand that wasn't holding the coffee cup, and lace your fingers through his. "What are you going to do?"

"I asked her for a divorce. She had apparently been seeing this guy for two years. We've only been married for three." He finishes his cup, and leans back against the couch. "I feel so stupid." He wipes the tears that fall down his face.

"No. The last thing you are going to do is blame yourself. No sir. I know you, and you have nothing to feel ashamed about, okay?" He smiles slightly at you, and you feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"I don't know what I did to deserve a best friend like you, but I'm glad I have you." He leans over to press his lips to your forehead. "Is your boyfriend okay with me staying the night?"

"Oh, that ended a while ago." You tell him, and he gives you his sad eyes. "I'm okay, I promise."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You've just been so busy with Mania coming up and everything. I didn't want to bother you."

"What happened?"

"I don't really want to talk about it." You try to wave him off, but the crease in his forehead gets significantly deepened as he frowns. "We're talking about you."

"I could use the distraction."

"He um..." You pause to swallow the thick lump in your throat. "He just wanted to win a bet with his friends."

"What was the bet?"

"To sleep with a thicker woman." You put the words nicely. "It's really nothing, I'm fine. I promise."

"Y/N..." Seth tries to comfort you, but you stand up.

"So, you can stay. I can have the guest room set up or you can sleep out here, I know how much you love this couch." You turn away from him, your mouth beginning to quiver.

"How about I stay with you? I think we could both use some comfort." His voice comes from behind you. "And for what it's worth....that little boy didn't know what he lost. He's just scared he couldn't handle a beautiful woman like yourself."

You turn around to face him, and he immediately opens his arms. "I'm sorry your wife cheated on you. She doesn't realize what she's lost. You're the most thoughtful, genuine person I have ever met."

"I love you, sweet girl. You know that right? In my eyes....no one will ever be good enough for you."

"Funny enough....I was thinking the same thing." You pull back from his hug, and stares into your eyes. "I love you, too."

"Come on....let's go to bed. I'm mentally exhausted."

"After you."

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There has been a dynamic shift in between you and Seth since that night. You started staying the night with each other quite often, and every time he spotted you while working, he sent a smile your way.

You didn't want to get your hopes up, but people around you two were starting to notice it as well.

"You want to tell me what's going on with you and my brother?" You turn to see Roman Reigns who had just taken a seat at the table you were currently sitting at.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"You two seem to be getting real....close."

"Isn't that what best friends are supposed to do?"

"He smiles a lot more now. After everything with his divorce beginning to settle...he seems happy. I think it has to do with you. He never stops talking about you."

"Really?" You beam, and blush when Roman smirks at you. "I don't want to ruin anything, but..."

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Roman asks, and you nod. "Are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know." You shrug your shoulders. "I don't want to lose him if he were to reject me."

"What makes you think he'd reject you?"

"He's Seth Rollins, and I'm just me. Besides I think he has a date tonight." You look towards the ground, not wanting Roman to see how it really affects you.

"I shouldn't say anything but..." He looks around the room before facing you again. "He doesn't have a date. He wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of you."

"Of course he did." You roll your eyes at the thought. "He should find someone else though....I'm not good enough for him."

"Good enough for who?" The man of the hour walks in, and takes a seat in between you and Roman. "If you're having to question yourself then obviously this guy isn't doing enough to show you that he wants you."

"Well, I have to go, but I'll see y'all tonight." Roman says, and leaves. Thanks Roman. Seth slings his arm over your shoulder, and pulls you into his side.

"I missed you, today." He whispers in your ear, and you feel yourself shiver at the closeness. Your hand lays on his stomach and you can feel the abs through the tight fabric.

"I thought you had a date tonight?" You ask, and Seth chuckles in your ear. "What's so funny?"

"You're totally jealous."

"I am not!" You yell at him, and he chuckles again....his breath smelling like the mint gum he was chewing on.

"Oh no? Should I tell you where I plan on taking this special girl to?"

"Fuck off, Seth." You shove him, and pull yourself from him. "That's not funny."

"Where do you want to go for dinner?" He asks, completely avoiding your statement. "I was thinking somewhere nice. Just the two of us."

"What for after your done with your date?" I ask him, and he just smirks at you. "I won't be your sloppy seconds, and if you're going to be seeing other people then stop sleeping in my bed."

"Look at me, darlin'" Seth tries to grab your attention, but you were raging with jealousy. He grabs your chin with his hand, and turns you to face him. "The only date I'm going on tonight....is with you."

"What?" Your heart hammers against your chest.

"I over heard you on the phone with Rhea the other night. Was it not obvious that I love you?" He asks, and you feel the tears threatening to spill over. "I don't ever want you questioning if you're good enough for me. You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Seth." You whisper, and he wipes the tears from your face. "I had no idea..."

"Now....with that being said, how would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Yes." You whisper, and he scrunches his nose at you. "This isn't a joke right?"

"No, baby. It's not." He tilts your chin up, and places his lips on yours. It felt perfect. "Did that seem like a joke to you?"

"I don't know. I may need more convincing." You tease, and he kisses you again. "Okay, I think I get it now."

"Good. Now, I'll pick you up after the show. Be ready, and where whatever makes you comfortable." He says, standing up from the table. "I love you." He smiles at you.

"I love you, too." You tell him, and he blows you one last kiss before leaving the room completely.

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xxjessabugxx · 9 months

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Seth freakin Rollins ! #wwe #fangirl #wwebuffalo #sethrollins #sethfreakinrollins

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Roman Reigns ♥️ . #the_romanreignsoff #romanreigns #wwe #raw #smackdown #sethrollins #johncena #randyorton #sashabanks #alexabliss #brocklesnar #charlotteflair #reels #wwenetwork #nxt #ajstyles #rondarousey #undertaker #theedge #tribalchief #theromanreignsoff #therock #wrestling #wwedivas #wwelive #roman #empire #wrestlemania https://www.instagram.com/p/ClprQ1aPez9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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No te rindas (the shield) 2022 - 5 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1281052109-no-te-rindas-the-shield-2022-5?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=beyrmig1993&wp_originator=zhMXnyAyoCmp4z52%2FIBOcdk1qMGjDMYiVIZ%2FbfV0sruqJLHvIrSG4c5DCZ0uZyMgdzfZ2tdSVnHvd5R2HTqS5zoZUHFbzPeGogfJKJ%2FlsdlwcDEYJIZ%2FuS%2FGRPd4B50E Seth, Roman y Dean son estudiantes de Comstock High School, a seth le gusta el arte, Roman los deportes y Dean la fotografía, desde que hubo una detención por parte de los 3 se hicieron buenos amigos, están en el ultimo año de la escuela. Pero lo que tienen en común es ser luchadores de la wwe. Época: 1998-1999 pais: USA

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stellarollins · 15 days

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These babies

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The Shield (#the shield)

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Temporary Escape - Part 5

No messing around, let's get back to it shall we? You can find all previous parts here.

Warning: Language & smut. It's a flippin' lemon-fest.

Rating: MA

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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“More?” I squeak and Roman chuckles behind me.

“You got three men ready and willing to do whatever you want. If you want more, we’ll give you more.”

“Your terms,” Seth reminds me. “You tell us what you want.”

I chew my lip for a second and Seth catches my eye. He leans closer, soft kisses up to my ear where he whispers: “Tell me.”

I whisper back, my cheeks flushing as he pulls back and stares down at me. “You sure?”

I hesitate for a second, but the thought, the idea, the vision in my head is overwhelming. I’ve had a taste of what they can offer me and that feeling of all three getting me off simultaneously was an incredible high and I need more. I need the next level. “Yes.”

“All of three of us?” Seth clarifies for the benefit of the other two. “At once?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean’s face frown for a second and then his eyes widen slightly. “Seriously? Maddy, fuck…”

I know what Seth is packing. And I can certainly feel what Roman and Dean are too and yet I’m still on board, the vision forming in hi-def in my mind. My thighs tense, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What are you thinking?” I hear Roman breathe against my ear, his hands running over my back, down to my hips and ass. My eyes flutter closed and take a deep breath.

“Seth’s behind me… I’m on top of you and Dean is…” I open my eyes and meet Dean’s gaze. I don’t even have to say the words.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve got no idea how fucking hard that gets me.”

“Same,” murmurs Roman, pressing himself firmly into my ass cheeks. “Baby girl, you’re gonna get it good.”

Seth cups my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. “Maddy…”

I bite my lip as I stifle a grin. "Not like we haven't done that before." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean raise an eyebrow. "Just... go slow."

I watch Seth give the other two a look before he nods at me. “Slow.” He dips his head down and kisses me, fingers gently digging into my jaw as he holds my face.

“Real slow,” Roman murmurs, his hands still palming my ass.

“Slow and relaxed,” Dean agrees and I feel his hand sliding into mine, long fingers entwining with mine as he pulls my palm to his crotch once again.

I let my hand explore, feeling through his shorts the outline of his dick and my mouth waters. Behind me, Roman is grinding against my ass, his length obvious and I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach once again as I think of him inside me. And then Seth finds my free hand; he only has to hint and I’m sliding it between skin and material into his underwear. He groans into my mouth as I fist his dick, my thumb pausing to slide over the tip for a second and I feel him shiver against me.

Dean is slowly edging my hand up to the waistband of his shorts. I feel my fingers twitch, nervous, suddenly unsure of myself.

“I don’t bite.”

I open my eyes, my mouth twisting away from Seth to see Dean smirking. Leaving my hand on the waistband of his shorts, he finally unzips and removes his hoodie and then holding my gaze, he pushes his shorts down too. Seth is breathing heavily against my cheek as I continue to pump his length and I take the opportunity to lower my gaze and see what I’ve signed up for. I bite my lip as I let my hand slide down to the base and then I look back up, watching Dean’s face as I trail a finger slowly up the length to the tip, smiling as it twitches at my touch. Dean mock-scowls at me and then grins, taking my hand and placing it firmly around his dick, moving it at his preferred pace.

The air is briefly cool behind me and there’s a rustle of material and then I can feel Roman’s bare dick prodding at my ass cheek. I drop my hand from Dean, eager to explore Roman’s length.

“Not yet,” Roman whispers and there’s something in the bass in his voice that I can’t disobey. My hand returns to this previous place, making Dean groan as I grip the base of his dick and run my thumb over his balls. “Good girl.”

Fuck, did he just say that?

Seth’s head pops up and he turns my head to him. “Such a good girl,” he agrees and I feel myself melting.

“So fuckin’ good,” Dean agrees, licking his lips as he cocks his head to one side and eyes me hungrily. I watch Seth’s eyes flicker towards Dean and then behind me at Roman, giving each a small nod.

“Let them take care of you,” Seth tells me. “I’ll be back.”

He slips from me, heading towards the bathroom but within a split second of his departure, I’m maneuvered between Roman and Dean, the former towering in front of me, the latter behind me. Roman bends down to kiss me, his hands cupping my face for a second before running over my shoulders and down my arms.

Lacing my fingers of one hand between his, he pulls his hand between our bodies and I finally get to run my hand over his length. He pulls away for a second as my hand tightens and I flick my thumb over the head, his forehead pressing against mine as he steadies his breath.

“Who gets to taste you first?” Dean’s voice makes me jump and he stifles a laugh, hands on my hips at first before they slowly edge further south towards my inner thighs.

“I… I need both of you,” I confess breathlessly.

Roman smirks. “Oh baby girl, trust me we both will.”

“Need you relaxed remember?” Dean’s mouth tugs at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Need you to cum again…”

“And again…”

“We wanna hear you make those breathy moans that Seth was talking about,” Dean adds, his hands dragging up over my body to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them resulting in my breath hitching. “Beautiful…”

“Me or Dean?” Roman cups my face, his eyebrows raised in question.

“You,” I exhale watching as he licks his lips and starts to kiss his way down my body. He looks up at me when he reaches my stomach, smirking as he nudges my legs further apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. He manoeuvres me effortlessly, one leg hitched over his back as he breathes against my inner thigh.

Another pair of hands slide over me and I realise Seth is back. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the bottle lube in his hand. Dean cups my face, bringing my attention back to him, his thumb stroking my cheek. His eyes briefly flicker to Seth before they return to me.

“Breathe,” he whispers as I feel Seth’s fingers, start to lightly trace over my ass. Between my legs, I can feel Roman’s mouth edging closer and closer, soft kisses, gentle and barely there. The anticipation is almost unbearable and I can’t help but drop my hand to Roman’s head, my fingers burying in the thickness of his hair as I urge him to reach his destination sooner rather than later. He slows even more and I groan in frustration.

“Sssh,” Seth says as his fingers follow the curve of my ass and start their dance across the backs of my thighs. “We’ll get you there, promise.”

“Please…” I whine, my head rolling back, my hips jutting forward as I verbally and physically plead with them all.

“Can’t rush it,” Dean tells me, his voice low, commanding. “None of us want to hurt you. We wanna treat like you like a fuckin’ Queen.”

I’m just about to bite back when I feel the tip of Seth’s finger, gentle but persistent pressing against my tight entrance. At the same time, Roman’s mouth finally connects with my clit and my body arches at the joint exploration as Dean’s hand cups the back of my neck and captures my mouth.

Seth’s finger starts to enter me and once again, almost simultaneously I feel Roman’s now familiar finger slide into my pussy. I pull away from Dean’s mouth in a gasp, his mouth trailing over my jawline. His hand slides from my neck to cradle my jaw as he licks his lips.

“Feel good?” he asks, his eyes searching my face for a response. I nod, just as Seth’s finger slips further inside me; between him and Roman, it’s a taster of what to expect but at the same time I know it's nothing compared to what I've ultimately requested.

“More?” Seth asks, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

“Yes…”

“Relax,” Dean holds my gaze, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip as I let out a soft whimper. “God, you look fucking stunning,” he murmurs and I feel myself blush. His lips twitch. “All of this and that's what's makes you blush, huh?”

I can't think of a retort, my breath hitching as I feel Roman’s tongue swirl across my clit at the same time that Seth twists his finger slowly in my ass. Dean grins, his thumb still on my lip. “Still feel good?”

I nod and I feel Seth move behind me. Roman’s hand squeezes my thigh, easing back slightly, his hot breath on my clit making me moan at the momentary change of sensation and then his tongue is flat against me, two of his fingers sliding into me. My eyes close and I feel my chest tighten as I feel a renewed pressure as Seth starts to ease a second finger inside me as well. Sensing my tension, Dean’s mouth finds mine for a brief second before he tilts my head back and Seth claims my mouth instead. He’s warm and familiar, his kiss breathtakingly tender as if this is a romantic interaction between the two of us, rather than foreplay to the most perverse sexual experience of my life.

“Dean’s right,” he whispers against my lips, as I let out ragged breaths. “You look so fuckin’ amazing. I didn’t realise how hot it would be to make you cum like that in front of other people but damn…” His voice trails off as he kisses me again, hard at first until I moan and then he softens, drawing a soft mewl from me in return.

“These sounds you make are killin’ me,” I hear Dean murmur against my throat and I can feel fingers dancing lightly over my collarbone, light touches to the side of my neck, a hand cupping my breast, a thumb flicking over the nipple. My back arches towards him, wanting more and as I do, my hips thrust forward into Roman’s face and his response is a growl that vibrates across my clit and sends me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Seth encourages, his fingers sliding in and out of my ass with more ease.

I'm reminded of the first time we did this, just him and me. The trust I placed in him was great yet fragile and he knew it. He was careful, slow and gentle, just as he had promised and that alone was enough to make me cum hard. It had solidified him as one of the best I’d ever had in bed, purely on his attitude alone and now here he was, doing the same in front of two other men who appear to be as equally dedicated to my needs and wants and nothing else.

My thigh starts to tense in Roman’s large hand and I feel him grip me tighter, his tongue and fingers working in unison. Dean’s tongue flicks over my nipple and I clutch at the back of his head, holding him firm.

“Take it,” Seth tells me. “Go on… Good girl…”

The words seem to echo against the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My back arches, my fist in Roman’s hair tight as I hold him to me and this time, the fingers inside me continue their pace and it’s all I need for my second orgasm to pull me under. My breath catches in my throat for a second and then releases in a whimper, building to a moan that Seth swallows as he claims my mouth.

Hands slide up and down my body, caressing every inch as I desperately try to steady myself, the lightheaded sensation caused by my eternal state of arousal completely overwhelming. Seth releases my mouth and I open my eyes to see Roman towering above me. He grins at my apparent puzzlement, his eyes flicking south for a second.

“I…” I stammer. “It’s… Too… Much,” I end in a hiss as Dean’s hands spread over my thighs in a comparatively innocent touch, yet the heat generated from his touch and my skin is enough to make my whole body jerk in response.

“Sensitive huh?” I hear and feel him murmur against my leg as he places a trail of soft kisses up to my hip.

Seth’s fingers are still moving inside me, have never stopped and I’m on the edge already. One kiss, one flick of a tongue, one finger is going to send me over in a split second and I want more than that.

“Oh baby girl,” Roman trails a finger down my jawline. “Got you good huh?”

I can’t even speak as I feel Dean’s hands spreading up over my hips, my waist. His mouth presses hot, wet kisses to my stomach. Roman’s large hands cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging at my nipples, bringing them even further to attention. I hiss and grapple with the overstimulation of my entire body. And yet I still can’t get enough.

My hand slides into Dean’s hair, anchoring him to me with all my strength. “Soft,” I whisper hoarsely.

“My pleasure.” I feel his mouth twisting into a grin as slowly, painfully slowly, he slides back down my body. My hand follows his head, but I'm immediately stopped. Roman’s fingers slide through mine as he re-directs my hand to his own body. My other hand is caught too, Seth tugging it to him.

Dean’s hands slide over my ass, gripping me firmly and opening me up to Seth’s ministrations which feel deeper with every stroke and I’m here for it. My initial hesitation is long forgotten and I’m starting to grind back, encouraging more and more. The flickers of embarrassment at my nakedness, my fantasy, my wants and needs are long gone and I’m here for it, unashamed in my desire for all three of them.

Roman’s hand is firm over mine to begin with, but his grip loosens as mine remains steady, my fist sliding over his dick as he breathes heavily against my cheek. Behind me, I cup Seth’s balls briefly and smirk to myself as I hear him curse under his breath. I relent and grip his length instead. His own hand slides up to curl into my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him, tugging my bottom lip gently as he releases me and Roman grips my chin and kisses me instead.

I can feel Dean’s warm breath on my clit and then his mouth, soft, tender. His slow, languid movements make me sigh softly into Seth’s mouth as he and Roman pass me back and forth between them. I can feel my body starting to crumble again, my hands faltering in their actions. Large hands cover mine, continuing the firm strokes as my mouth slips from another in a gasp. Dean’s mouth and tongue move to my thigh and I groan as I feel his fingers inside me instead and his thumb on my clit. His actions are soft still, a gentle build that surprises me at first but then I recognise it as a honed skill, full of patience, determination and immense knowledge of women. My head starts to spin and I swear I can feel Dean grinning against my thigh, feel his eyes on me as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

Seth’s fingers twist inside me and I’m gone. A guttural howl leaves me and my hands slip to grip elsewhere: hips, thighs, stomachs, arms. Anywhere to hold on as my legs start to give way and they each have to fight to keep me steady as my body collapses. I feel myself sliding and then there are arms holding me up, a thick, solid body, my arms and legs wrapping around whoever it is, my head on a shoulder, breathing heavily as the tingling in my toes and fingers ebbs away slowly.

Sheets rustle as I’m placed on the bed, my eyes still closed. I don’t dare open them; my head is pounding from the intensity of another orgasm and I feel like I’m still floating even though the firm mattress is clearly beneath me. Fingers graze my sides and I realise it’s Seth above me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Do you still want this?” he asks, still seeking my permission despite the rasp in his voice that only emerges when he’s rock hard and ready to fuck me into the mattress.

Even with my eyes still closed I can feel the gaze of both Dean and Roman as they await my answer.

I nod, but Seth pushes further: ‘Say it. I need to hear you,” he tells me. “We all need to hear it.”

I feel my voice stick in my throat as nerves shoot through me and there’s a faint whisper of self-doubt. Part of me wonders what would happen if I changed my mind. What has already occurred has crossed so many lines and boundaries so what harm does reaching the pinnacle of my fantasy do? But what I’m asking for crosses into even further unknown territory. My part so far has been fairly passive, but the next sees me as a far more active participant and even though Seth is still willing, part of me wonders how he will feel when the deed is done and there is no way back.

But the whisper is drowned out by a louder voice. A voice driven by lust and curiosity, who dreamt this fantasy, who said yes multiple times already, who allowed me to be stripped naked and pleasured not once, not twice, but thrice by separate men, who sneaked looks at parts of their bodies that could not be unseen and who is pushing me to say yes once again and reach what undoubtedly could be an even more spectacular climax from three men at once.

“Yes,” I whisper, before wetting my lips and with more confidence: “Yes.”

Seth’s hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me, gently easing me into an upright position. I feel the mattress dip next to us and another pair of hands start to caress my hips. Roman pulls me from Seth, twisting me with minimal effort, pulling my legs over his. A large hand cups my cheek, fingers stroking my hair back.

“Look at me,” I hear Roman murmur and I feel compelled to finally open my eyes. He looks up at me, a soft smile on his face as he continues to push my hair back behind my ears. My own hands reach out tentatively to settle on his chest, my fingertips lightly tracing his tattoo and I feel a flicker of pride as he visibly shivers at the touch. Still cupping my face with one hand, I feel the other glide over my back, heading south to squeeze my ass, shifting my position slightly until I gasp. His dick is hot and hard and close to my entrance.

Behind me, the bed dips once again and then Seth’s hands on my back and his mouth on my neck. Just in my peripheral, I can see Dean, his hand on his dick, easing up and down and I let out a soft moan at the thought of what’s to come.

Roman’s hand slips from my face, down my chest, squeezing my breast for a brief moment before he grips my hip, his other hand on my ass still as he slowly raises my body. Instinctively I reach down, my hand gripping his length and he groans as I guide him inside of me.

“Fuck…” I exhale as his length starts to fill me. My head rolls back and I feel oddly comforted to rest it on Seth’s shoulder as his hands ghost over my shoulders and trail up and down my upper arms sending shivers down my spine.

I chance a look down and a grin claims my face as I see Roman’s eyes are closed, his face tense with pleasure as our bodies, inch by inch, meet at the hilt. His hands are gripping me hard, fingers digging into my flesh as we steady ourselves and then I test the waters and start to move my hips. A low groan leaves his lips and my grin widens as I feel his hands tighten on my hips.

Seth’s hands cup my breasts, his teeth nipping at my neck as I ride Roman with more conviction. My back arches slightly at Seth’s touch and Roman’s eyes flash open at the change in my stance. A smile plays on his lips and his own hands relinquish their grip on my hips, caressing my hot skin instead and letting me control the pace. I let my own hand reach back to Seth, gripping his head as I twist to kiss him. It’s another hard, yet tender interaction, his hand in my hair, mine in his, holding, pulling, moaning into each other’s mouth.

And then he pulls back and nudges me forward.

Roman cups my face as I come closer to him. “Breathe,” he whispers.

I let go of a shaky breath as Seth’s fingers slide into me and my body almost starts to spasm at the fullness. Roman’s hands drop to my waist, gripping tightly as he stills my movements. Seth’s hand presses on my lower back and for a moment time seems to stand still as the fingers inside me leave and slowly, ever so slowly I feel the tip of his dick ease inside me.

My eyes squeeze shut and I feel like I’m about to break. Roman’s fingers are digging into my flesh as he desperately tries to keep me still, but I half-wonder if the intensity of the sensation is nearing the same level that I’m feeling and whether his grip is an indication of him trying to control himself.

I hear Seth groan and I chance a look over my shoulder. His eyes are staring south, watching his own cock disappear inside me but he soon senses my gaze and he looks up, lust-fuelled eyes meeting mine.

“You okay?” he rasps, pausing for a second as he waits for me to respond. I nod. My body is stretching to accommodate him and Roman and whilst there are brief twinges of discomfort, they are lightened by an overwhelming wave of thrilling pleasure as my fantasy comes true.

Seth’s hands move to hips, sitting just beneath Roman’s firm grasp and then… “Oh fuck,” I hear myself moan as they move in and out of me in alternate strokes. My fingernails dig into Roman’s chest as I find myself completely at their mercy, their strength to manoeuvre my body deliciously powerful. My head drops forward, my eyes closed as I let them take control and I willingly submit to the heat starting to flood through me once again.

Fingers brush my hair behind my ear, stroke my cheek, slip under my chin and gently raise my head. Dean stares down at me as he kneels beside the three of us and I let a whimper escape me as he raises an eyebrow in question at me, his gaze dropping to his crotch for a second and then back to me. I nod and Dean can’t seem to help the wide grin that spreads across his face as his hands reach to scoop my hair back, holding it loosely in his fist. I reach for his thigh, my palm running over the thick muscle before my fingers circle the base of his length. My eyes flicker down and I take in the sight of his dick inches from me and then I grip him, my gaze turning up to his face as I work my hand up and down in slow but firm strokes. His head rolls back, a quiet groan slipping from his lips. He gently tugs on my hair in response and I retaliate by blowing a gentle stream of cool air across the tip of his dick, causing him to curse loudly.

“Tease,” he growls and despite of the intense eroticism of the circumstances, I let out a laugh. A laugh that causes all three of them to groan as my pussy and ass contract around Roman and Seth, whilst teasing Dean even more. And then I take the tip of Dean’s dick into my mouth and there’s another echo of groans, mixed with fucks and holy shits as my request for all three of them is finally complete.

I let his cock slip from my mouth with a soft pop, my hand continuing to fist his length as I look up at him. He meets my gaze with a smirk and I can feel his fist in my hair gently nudge me back towards him and I let him, half-a-thought on how the same willingness to relinquish control drives Seth fucking insane and whether it will for Dean. Holding his gaze, I take him in further this time, my eyes flickering shut for a second as I moan at the feeling of ultimate fullness.

“Shit, Maddy,” Dean groans above me and there’s also a growl from beneath me and an increased pace from behind me. The grip on my hair and my body tightens and I let my hand slip from the base of Dean's cock to his thigh, finally giving over complete control to all three of them as they hold me firm and fuck me. My body feels electric, pleasure seeping through my veins as my wishes and a dream that seemed far from reality barely an hour ago, is currently underway in full technicolour.

The tip of Dean’s dick hits the back of my throat and I squeeze his thigh in response. Even in the dizzy space my brain is currently in, I’m conscious of boundaries and this one is not one I’m willing to cross right now. He eases off immediately, the grip on my hair relaxing slightly and I cast a grateful look upwards. Dean stares down at me with a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth open slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking the opportunity of his relaxed grip on my hair, I let him slip from my mouth for a second, my hand returning to grip his length as I instead run my tongue along the underside, focusing briefly on the flesh just below the tip. A groan rumbles through him and I look up to see his head rolling back.

“Do that again.”

A jilting thrill shivers through me. His tone is more commanding than begging but it’s clear that it’s the latter disguised as the former to save face. Although at this stage, what are any of us saving face for? I oblige, finishing the move by taking the tip into my mouth completely and letting him take control once again.

Groans echo from above, behind and beneath me and with the combination of the grip on my body, it feels like it’s less about the performance between me and Dean and more about the actions elsewhere. My entire body is yet again struggling to focus on. There is a steady wave of pleasure coursing through me as Seth and Roman continue the alternate strokes in and out of me. Strokes that started slow and steady but are now increasing in their pace and decreasing in fragility.

“Ah, fuck…” I hear from beneath me and I pull my mouth away from Dean completely to look down. Roman’s head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. His hands dig into my flesh as he thrusts upwards before he shudders and I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Dude…” Dean jibes with a dry laugh.

“Fuck you,” Roman replies with a ragged breath. "You're just so fuckin' wet and tight and..." he trails off. "Sorry."

I feel Seth trail a finger across my shoulder and I glance back at him. I’m acutely aware that I’ve still got Dean’s dick my hand, but Seth is only looking at me, holding my gaze. “You tell us,” he says in response to a question that is only just half-forming.

“Dean,” I whisper.

No-one needs to be told twice. I groan as I feel Seth slide out of me, Roman too. The bed shifts and I’m lifted as if weightless between them. My thighs grip Dean’s as he lays beneath me. As I did with Roman, I guide Dean inside me as his hands slip to my hips and hold me firm. The only difference this time is that Seth slides back inside with me more ease than before.

Once again, the bed beside us dips and I look over to see Roman. I glance down, almost expecting him to want the same lip service I gave Dean, but he quickly corrects me.

“Nope, I got mine,” he tells me. “Get yours, baby girl.”

“I…”

“Her washbag. The neon pink one,” Seth tells him before the words even form in my head. I look over my shoulder at him. “I know what you want.”

Fuck, he really does. As amazing as this is, I need that extra buzz, quite literally. My body is too loose at this stage, too beyond getting there through just pure fucking, even at the hands of two men. I need the extra push and god only knows how that will feel when it happens.

Roman is back before I even finish my thought and he nuzzles at my neck, pushing my hair out of the way as a hum fills the air and I groan as my vibrator glides a deliciously slow trail across my inner thigh.

“Please…” I hear myself whimper.

“We got you,” Roman replies as he finally swirls the vibrator across my clit. My body lights up in repsonse, a guttral moan leaving me as the tremors felt in my core spread through me. My head falls forward, my eyes half-closed and I see Dean looking up at me, his lips moving.

“Shit, you’re so wet…”

“And tight,” I hear Seth behind me, a hand scooping my hair up and tugging my head back gently. His mouth nips at my earlobe.

I gasp as Roman flips up the speed of the vibrations, my body arching. A hand on my breast, fingers gently pinching my nipple. Another mouth on my neck. Hands gripping me, holding me as they please. Frantic thrusts, building, faster, harder.

My eyes squeeze shut as I cum, my body spasming into stillness, shockwaves caused by a complete overwhelming of my senses ripple through me and cause my breath to exhale sharply, almost winding myself. And yet it doesn’t stop. There’s another onslaught of tremors coursing through me and my own hands are tight on arm, nails digging into flesh as I feel the familiar spasm take me once again.

Words echo around me but Seth’s voice cuts through clear.

“Maddy… Shit…”

It was his hand on my breast I realise as said hand returns to grip my waist, his hips smacking against my ass once, twice… A low groan eminates from him, his body pressing against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. I can feel him shaking and I grope to cup the back of his head as he kisses my flushed skin.

He slips from me and that’s when I realise Dean is still hard inside me. With Seth easing back from me, Dean’s hand slips to my ass cheek, seeking more leverage as he thrusts into me. I feel him tense beneath me, a shuddering “fuck” exhaling from him.

There’s silence, only punctuated by heavy breathing from all four of us.

“Are you okay?” a voice murmurs in my ear. Seth. His fingers lace through mine as Dean eases me off him.

I feel weak, my body pushed to the limits. I’m shaking as I curl into him, my head settling under his chin.

“Talk to me,” he says softly, his fingers running through my hair.

“I’m tired,” I manage to get out and I hear a soft rumble of laughter around me.

It feels odd to be cradled by one man, even if that one man is my boyfriend or lover or whatever he is. I’ve just spent the last hour, maybe even more, who knows, being passed between three of them each of them holding me in one way or another and I strangely miss their now familiar touch.

I chance a look around and see Dean and Roman pulling up their shorts and sweatpants respectively. I’m cocooned on the bed in Seth’s arms, only released momentarily when he pulls the sheets up and around us.

My eyes are heavy, my mind too. I can feel myself drifting out of consciousness. There are murmurings around me I can't quite understand, movement too. But I can't open my eyes to see and my head is unable to process any other thought apart from one.

What the fuck just happened?

And breathe...

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