𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕒𝕥 - Rhea Ripley x Reader (Discontinued)

Part Eighteen

Author's Note: This gets a bit suggestive so if you don't want that, you can skip this chapter.

SO sorry I didn't post yesterday!

Word count: 1006

'I've got a match later today,' Demi told me, sitting down on our bed.

'Against who?' I asked, sitting beside her.

'I can't remember.'

'That's no use.'

Demi laughed slightly.

'We'll find out when we get down there.'

Suddenly, Demi's phone buzzed again.

Bianca 09:42
Don't I have a match with Rhea today

Jillian 09:43
Why are you asking us

Bianca 09:43
I was thinking out loud

Jillian 09:43
Over text????????

Bianca 09:44
Shut it

'Your match is against Bianca,' I said, laughing slightly.

'They piss me off sometimes,' Demi said, rather grumpily.

'Why?' I asked, putting a hand on her arm.

Fuck, she's so muscular.

I love her so much.

'They're sometimes too much, you know? Gets on my nerves,' Demi replied.

I smiled at her.

'I understand. If you ever need to unwind, I'll be wherever you are,' I said.

She knew exactly what I meant.

'Since when has my baby been so dirty?' she asked, pulling me onto her lap so I was straddling her.

Demi smirked and put her arms around my waist, sliding me closer to her.

She kissed me passionately, resting her hand on my thigh.

She gently squeezed my thigh, sending alerts to my brain, even though she probably didn't mean anything by it.

By the look in Demi's eyes, she meant a lot by it.

She was gazing at me with a somewhat terrifying amount of desire in her eyes.

I stared back at her, not to be the one to break the gaze.

I'd never made eye contact before.

I'd have to celebrate later.

Demi pushed me off her lap and stood up, still staring at me, her eyes bright.

She gripped my arm and led me to the side of our bed before pushing me down.

She reached for my shirt and I slapped her hands away.

'What was that for?' she asked, rather aggressively.

I looked up at her.

I didn't say a word.

All of a sudden, Demi's hands flew to her face and she sunk to the floor.

I climbed off the bed and sat down beside her, hugging her tight.

'It's alright,' I said, holding her close.

It wasn't alright. It wasn't alright at all, but I'd get to that in a minute.

Demi didn't return my affection.

I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, all the things she did with me.