Rhea Ripley x reader One Shots

Sore

You wince in pain as you went the down last few steps on the staircase. It feels like your muscles have betrayed you and refuse to work now. You might having over done it a little yesterday. But you were facing the consequences today.

Rhea was sitting on the couch with her phone in her hand. You walked slowly and stiffly over to her. You felt like a stick figure hobbling around trying not to use the parts that hurt. When you come into her field of vision, she takes her eyes off her phone and stares at you through her Falsies while you flop down next to her.

She tossed her device aside on the furniture and turned her attention towards you. "Are you hurt?" she asks.

"No, I just feel like I got steamrolled. So in translation, very sore," you respond, leaning into her. The smell of her laundry detergent was comforting and relaxing.

She kissed you on the cheek and put her arm of the back of the couch behind you. "That sucks. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not really" you say, rubbing your neck. It was mainly in your shoulders and back where you got slammed onto the canvas.

Rhea  looked like she was in thought for a moment before saying anything else. "I have an idea". She gets up from the soft white couch and walks away.

You relaxed into the cushions. You remind yourself that you wouldn't have to do that again for awhile. It was good that WWE was finally giving you two a break. It was becoming a lot, sometimes you even went to multiple shows a week because of Rhea's smackdown woman's championship and Judgement Day. And then yesterday you got completely demolished and a "farwell for two weeks" gift.

You were thinking about how you were going to preform at the gym tomorrow, which would probably just be cardio, when you felt Rhea's cold hands go into this collar of your shirt. You, jump, then shiver and shoot your head up to look at her.

"What are you doing?" you ask as she begins to rub a press her big hands against your traps.

"Giving you a massage" she explains plainly, like that wasn't slightly weird at all.

"Why are you hands so cold?" You ask, smiling a laughing.

"I put oil on them".

You squint with confusion. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Not really. But it can't be that hard, right?"

You lurch up and kissed her softly on the lips. "I guess I'll be willing to do anything to get rid of this pain".

Her hands started to move against your muscles again. It felt nice, relaxing. You breathed deeply and closed your eyes. When you exhaled though, a little, accidental moan escaped from your throat. You froze from embarrassment, Rhea's hands did to.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she said a little too close to your ear for comfort.

"N- No. I mean yes," you stumbled over yourself. "Just. . . Continue, please" you say softly.

She did after a few seconds, but the air was different. She saw the power her touch had over you. She liked to use it to her advantage in making sure she leaves you very hot and heavy.

Her hands continued to tense and relax as they went up to your neck muscles. You close your eyes and relax all your other muscles, just feeling her motions. Then you didn't feel them anymore.

"Lay on your stomach, baby" she says, walking around the couch.

You squint at her again, but shift your weight around and laid down with your stomach against the couch cushions. You rested your cheek against the back of your folded hands. You feel Rhea's touch return at your lower back. She lifted the edge of your shirt and slipped her fingers under it. A shiver rattled up your spine from where her hands were. They only travelled higher up your back though. She pressed her hands gently against you, rubbing the slick oil into your skin.

She lifted up your shirt more, nearing your shoulder blades now. You imagined her vein etched, tattooed hands against your back, going up and down, side to side. You bit your lip. It was like she was teasing you now, and she knew it. You wanted more, you craved it. Just the touch of her hands wasn't enough.

She stopped after about a minute. You opened your eyes and released your bottom lip from the death grip your teeth had on it. You twisted your body around to face her. Your shirt draped back down over your back as you stared up at her. She could see it in your eyes. They were glazed over with lust.

She leaned forward, putting her fists on either side of you and raised sting her knee on the couch. "Is something wrong?" She asked, tilting her head and letting her eyelids gets heavy.

You face immediately got hot. "No, I- I just didn't expect you to stop so soon".

Rhea lifted up her hand and put it on the side of your face, it was still oily. "You certainly enjoyed yourself" she said, raising her eyebrows.

You started at her for a second. Your thoughts were unanimous. You lurched up and pulled her head into a kiss by the back of her neck. The hand she had on your cheek went down to your leg. She rested completely on this couch with her feet folded under her but her knees apart. She placed your leg over her thigh and leaned way more so you laid on the couch. Her hot mouth took, her soft lips fighting with yours. You just wrapped your arms around her back, it's muscles flexing and relaxing with her movement. Quite piece of hair fell from where it was tucked away and dangled over your kiss.

Her hips started to roll and she began to grind against your jeans. You felt it enough to arch your back a little and whine into this kiss. She pulled away, out of breath, and tossed your other foot to be over her leg. Her body grinded against you. You moaned helplessly, your hands holding onto random and various part of her body. They eventually settle with one over your mouth and the other against her hip. That chunk of black hair was still dangling over her face.

Rhea's hands slipped under the front of your shirt, pausing to grip your waist and pull you closer to her. After that they travelled up and started to pull your shirt over your head. And well, you know what happens after that.