' who'd think Dolph Ziggler like a black girl, let alone be in my dms. '
Your favorite show off is now secretly dm-ing one of Instagrams' most beautiful models, what will happen when he finally hit her in the dm?
this chapter contains smut so if you're against it. leave now. 😇🙃
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In preparation for Nick's first match back against Bobby Roode tonight, yet again. While he was off getting his ring gear fixed, I snuck my way to catering, grabbing as much food as I could. I jump up, startled when I feel someone wrap their arms around my waist.
"Nicole. I need you..” He whispers in my ear, kissing the back of my head.
"Here? In a building filled with your fans and coworkers?!" I whispered. He looks at me with pleading eyes. I sigh, placing my empty paper plate in the trash, turning around to wrap my arms around his waist.
“Where do you want me, daddy?” He growls, wrapping his arms around my waist tighter, pulling me tighter.
“Go to my locker room. I have a short promo, and I’ll be right there.” He quickly squeezed my ass as he walks away, not trying to draw too much attention to us. I retreat to his locker room where I plop down on his couch, waiting for his return. He must not have been kidding when he said his interview was short, as he slams his door open not five minutes after I’d been in there.
“That was fast.” I stand and make my way towards him, looking up into his deep blue eyes.
“I told you it would be fast." Nick walks over to me pulling me off the couch and sit down where i was laying. "Hey." I pout. "shut up and strip." he demanded.
He dropped his head and put his lips to my chest, wrapping one large hand around both my wrists to hold them in place. His other arm dropped and he slid his fingers into a leg of my shorts, hand sweeping up the curve of my ass.
“You’re gonna scream for me, like the good girl that you are.” He sunk his teeth into my breast and I moaned, much louder than I wanted to. I was acutely aware of the fact that I could hear footsteps outside.“That’s a good start,” he said against my skin, movingto the other breast. He did the same thing, but harder this time.
“That’s a good start,” he said against my skin, moving to the other breast. He did the same thing, but harder this time. I tucked both my lips in my teeth to stifle the sound rising in my throat, instead breathing harshly out my nose. He looked up at me and laughed. I begin to pull down my underwewr until he smacked my hand away.
"no. let me pull them off of you baby."
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He dropped to his knees; his fingers gripped the band of my shorts and tugged them until they were on the ground. I stepped out of them and he wrapped both his arms up between my legs and around, gripping my thighs, hands pulling them apart. I put my hands on his shoulders.
