WWE Divas Fanfiction

(Shy) Iconics x Reader

"Hey, Peyton. Hey, Billie. How are you two doing?" you ask as you put on your mask, preparing for your match.
The two beauties smile with a coy disposition. 

"Hi-" Billie gets cut off by Peyton who pushes past her. 

"W-would you like to-" this time she gets cut off. 

"Hang out with us?" Billie asks pushing Peyton back. 

"Hey! No fair!" Peyton says, pouting at her partner. 

"You cut me off first!" Billie retorts, flashing a scowl at Peyton.

Peyton sticks out her tongue, "Whatever, dummy! I'm prettier too!"

Billie crosses her arms in annoyance, "You're the dummy! I'm ten times hotter!" 

You just laugh and separate the two, "You two need to stop with the quarreling. You both are pretty, now enough with the arguments and get along like friends."

"Sorry..." Peyton murmurs sheepishly, rubbing her arm.

Billie just flushes a little in embarrassment from your good-natured scolding. "Yeah, you're right..."

You smile at them, "I got to go do my match now, see ya guys later!"

"O-oh, uh um, b-bye (y/n)!" Billie says after you, smiling as she does.

"O-okay, b-bye bye!" Peyton flutters her hand in a cute wave.

***

Slipping behind your opponent you use the opportunity to toss him over your head with a "half-nelson suplex", one of your signatures you learned from your time on the indie circuit; you would always wonder why nobody really uses it nowadays. 

"This is the end!" your opponents say as he dives off of the top rope, ready to deliver a cross-body.

You get up in the nick of time, catching him and delivering a back-breaker. Exhausted, you sprawl onto him in an attempt of a pin. It was weak so your opponent kicks out just barely before the referee hits the mat for the third time.

"(y/n), (y/n)!" the crowd chants you on with vigor as you stagger to your feet.

"Look at this, he's getting to his feet! What an incredible feat of strength and resiliency." 

You climb to the top rope, the crowd goes silent. With a leap of faith, you fly from the ring ropes in a shooting star press.

"One, two, three!"

***

Peyton and Billie are sitting backstage, hysterical at your win, practically jumping up and down in their seats.
"He won! He did it!" Peyton laughs happily. 

"I'm so happy for him!" Billie claps her hand together, laughing as she does.

"Maybe we should... We should... c-congratulate him." Peyton blushes as she says this, heart racing as she speaks.

Billie nods, "Y-yeah, let's do it. No more hiding from, (y/n)." 

***

You slide off your gloves and unwrap your wrist bandages, ankle bindings follow. You grunt a little, body still sore from the multiple bumps you have taken. You can hear a faint knock on your door so you call out to whoever is there.
"Come in,"
The door slowly cracks open, "Congrats to you,"
You turn to see Billie and Peyton blushing madly at you.
"Oh, it's you guys. Come sit with me, come on." you gesture to the couch in your private lounge.
"

I-I don't think we-" Billie starts to say to you.
You dismiss her. "Now, now, stop it. Don't be shy, come in."
Peyton tugs on her hand and the two of them steps into the room.
"You did so well out there, (y/n)." Peyton says, averting her gaze from you.
"Thank you my sweet," you say giving her a kiss on the hand.

Peyton blushes at this and Billie let out a little "humph" of jealousy. You catch this and chuckle, "Don't worry, I'll give you one too." you lean over and kiss her cheek.

"H-Hey, no fair!" Peyton squirms in her seat, crossing her arms. 

"Fine. Come here," you tap your lips with a slight smile. 

Peyton turns red with embarrassment, "I- what- but- I-I can't do that!" she stammers, almost sweating. 

You put your hand on the back of her head and kiss her, slowly at first but then faster. Peyton moans a little from the kiss, tilting her head so she could do it better.

As you two separate, Billie gives you a coy look, "Can I get one too?"

You wink, "Sure thing, sweetheart." You turn your head to kiss Billie while Peyton gets on and straddles you. After the little makeout session, you tuck both of them under your arms.

"Ladies? Hope you guys don't mind sharing." you say, to which everyone who's present laughs.