One Kiss | Oneshots

One Kiss | Always Here For You

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NICOLE walked through the arena trying to avoid any questions or paparazzi. She and John had confirmed their separation from each other, and she didn't really feel like people asking her questions about it.

She walked through the arena when she saw him, making her freeze in her traps. He was talking to one of her ex's, Dolph Ziggler, his arms crossed over his chest. She clutched on to her suitcase handle tightly, fixing her hair a bit.

He turned his head a bit, seeing her. He gave her his signature smirk, before going back to talking to Dolph. She walked past the two, ignoring them both, not wanting to answer any questions from either of them.

Going to her locker room, she put her suitcase next to the door and sat on the couch. She sighed as she flopped herself on it, realizing that he caused all of this.

She heard the door knock, making her stand up from the couch walking over to the door, her heels clicking every time she took a step. She opened the door and saw him in front of it.

"Can I come in?" He asked in his low voice. She couldn't open her mouth to let the word 'no' come out, but she just opened the door wider for him to come in. He walked in and she closed the door, leaning against the door.

He turned around to face her. "How are you?" He asked. "I-I'm fine," she shrugged. He smirked, taking a step forward, making her stand up straighter against the door.

"Don't lie to me, Nicole," he says. "I-I'm not lying," she stutters. "I'm fine." "You know John and I talk Nicole," he says taking another step forward. She could feel the goosebumps starting to form on her arms. "He says you have fantasies about someone that's not him," he smirks, now being about two inches away from her lips. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she whispers.

He wraps his arm around her waist, bringing her a little closer to him. "You've been thinking about me, Nicole?" He whispers. "N-No," she whispers back. He pecks her lips. "Don't lie to me, Nicole," he whispers.

He kisses her lips harder, with her kissing back. She pulled away from him. "Randy, we can't do this," she whispered. "You're married." Randy softly chuckled, kissing her lips again. "Not anymore," he says moving the hair from her face. "You're not the only one going through a breakup."

"You've been thinking about me so much, baby girl," he smirks. He moves to her ear. "Let me make you feel good," he whispers nibbling on her ear. She moans softly, remembering all the sexual fantasies she's had of him.

He moved away from her ear and gave her a wet passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him back. His hands moved to her breast, squeezing them. "Randy," she whispers. "Uh uh," he says looking into her eyes. "I know that's not you were calling me in those dreams," he smirks, making her cheeks turn red. She bit her lip.

"Nicole. Don't make me drag it out of you," he says moving some of the hair out of her face. "Daddy," she whispered making Randy smile. "There we go."

He went back to kissing her and her kissing back. He picked her up bridal style, placing her on the couch. He crawled on top her, palming her underneath her dress. "Are you wet for me, baby girl?" Randy whispers in Nicole's ear. She shook her head no. Deep down, she knew she was dripping wet for him.

Randy chuckles as he starts to rub her. "How about now?" He continues to whisper. Nicole bit her lip, arching her back a bit, trying her best not to moan. "Don't hide from me, Nicole. You're mine now."

His possessive voice made a shiver go down her spine. "I want to hear you," he mumbles against her neck. She moaned out loud, but quickly closed her mouth. "There we go," he repeated with a smile on his face. They both knew that they wanted each other, not caring about the consequences following it.