Rhea Ripley Oneshots

Squared Circle Triad

"Wepa!"
Damian quickly averted his eyes, having walked into the Judgment Day locker room to see Rhea with you and Dom. She had half-stripped the two of you already, black lipstick prints covering you both. She ran her nails across you for a moment longer before turning around.
"Just reminding both of them who they belong to," Rhea smirked, "Mami's been gone so long, hasn't she, loves?"

She was right. Three months without Rhea had left you and Dom scrambling trying to get the title belt away from Liv and avoiding her increasingly uncomfortable advances toward you both. It had all come to a head tonight, when Dom started yelling at Liv.
You were surprised at first, never having seen him have an outburst quite like that before. But the more he spoke, the more you agreed and, eventually, both of you were yelling across the stadium for Liv to stop trying to interfere with your relationship. She ran away crying - but the moment she did, Rhea grabbed both you and Dom by the throat in that passionate, possessive way you both missed.
You watched his goofy grin as Rhea slowly licked the side of Dom's face and kissed him, before doing the same with you. A thrill ran up your spine and you were left a bit dazed as she whispered something about wanting both your tongues next, pulling the two of you out of the ring and into a more private setting - but not completely private.

"Yeah, well, take it easy," Damian suggested, looking at the three of you now, "Carlito walks in here and I guarantee he's gonna make it weird."
"Relax," Rhea chuckled, "Never thought you'd mind getting a free show so much."
Her lips brushed your shoulder as she played with Dom through his unbuttoned pants, her teeth sinking into your skin and making you moan loudly. You felt your face get warmer, knowing you were being watched.
"That's cool," Carlito's voice made you look over, realizing your audience now included the entirety of the rest of the Judgment Day and company, all watching intently.
"Perverts," Rhea sighed, letting go of you and Dom, "Alright, alright, we're leaving for the hotel."

Grabbing what clothes you recognized as quickly as you could, a sigh made you look up. Dom locked eyes with you, disheveled and visibly aroused. He seemed hesitant to leave, despite the crowd.
An insistent cough and tilt of her head from your girlfriend told the two of you to hurry up. There was no hesitation after that, both of you re-dressing in record time.
"Coming, Mami!" Dom said as he walked over, not appearing to realize his shirt was on inside-out.
"Not yet," Rhea teased, grabbing his jaw as you caught up, "Not without permission."
She let go and you grabbed Dom's hand, pulling him along with you as you followed.
As you exited the room, you swore you could faintly hear:
"That's... cool?"

-

Once the three of you entered the hotel room, both you and Dom were told to strip down to nothing. Eagerly following orders, it quickly became a sort of competition as to who could strip faster, Dom playfully throwing his clothes your way as soon as he removed them until you were doing the same.
"Behave for Mommy, darlings," Rhea warned, trying not to laugh at your antics, "Go on, kiss and make up."
Dropping the underwear you still had balled up in your hand, you threw your arms around Dom and the two of you giggled as you kissed.
"That's better," she said, slowly taking off her belt and undoing her pants, "Family shouldn't fight. Family" - she let her pants, belt and all, fall to the floor before running her hand along the small wet patch that was already soaking through her panties - "should love each other."