Bray Wyatt One Shots & Drabbles

It's a Start

SUMMARY: You and Bray get into an argument and he is determined to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. SMUT.

WARNING: There is some sexual content in this chapter. There is also a DADDY KINK so please skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable with that.

I wrote this for a friend of mine named Nikki! Hopefully, you like it girl! xxx

WORD COUNT: 1,545

"Don't hate me, love," Bray whispered as you rolled over, so you were facing the window with your back to him.

Bray had promised to clear his schedule and spend the night alone with you after being on the road for a few weeks with WWE. But instead, he texted you just minutes before he was supposed to be home saying him and Bo were going out for a few drinks.

That was fine, though. You could handle him going out with his brother for a few drinks. He assured you he'd be home by nine which would give the two of you plenty of alone time the rest of the night to catch up on all the nights you had missed together.

Your hopes of a night in with your husband slowly faded as the hours ticked by. It was pushing two o'clock when you heard Bray's heavy footsteps climbing the stairs to your master bedroom.

You were torn between going off on him and letting him know exactly what you were thinking or going for the old but effective silent treatment. When you were upset, you sometimes let your emotions get the best of you, and you sometimes said things you didn't mean. So for the sake of your relationship, you decided the silent treatment was the better of the two options.

You took in a slow deep breath through your nose and silently release it through your mouth as you stared at the moon resting in the sky over the trees.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bray crawled onto his side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, beautiful." He whispered before you felt his warm lips pressing soft, gentle kisses to your bare shoulder that wasn't covered by the spaghetti straps of your black tank.

His fingers lightly brushed up and down your arm as he scooted a little closer to you. You're still upset, but your body instinctively curled into the warmth of Bray.

"Please talk to me, mama." He spoke softly as his left hand slid down to rest on top of the three-month baby bump poking out.

You rolled over to your other side to that you were facing him. His fingers lightly ran up and down your back as he looked into your eyes with his soft blue ones.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again.

"You said that already," I whispered as my eyes move from the tattoos on his chest to look up into his.

His hand left your back and moved to gently run his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek. His touch was shaky at first, but once he knew you weren't going to stop him he because surer and his touch turned to the one you're used to from your husband.

"I truly am sorry for being such an idiot tonight, love." He spoke softly as his hand left your cheek and moved to rest on top of your stomach. "Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have you."

Your eyes left his face, and you looked down to where his hand was resting on top of your bump. Your fingers ran lightly over the black metal band on his fourth finger.

"What can I do?" He asked in a low raspy voice as his eyes moved back to look up into yours.

You gave him a confused look, not quite sure what he meant.