↪ synopsis » after their win, rhea and yn share a kiss, the crowd went crazy. they went back into the locker rooms to change and shower. yn couldn't wait to give rhea her birthday present, so they took advantage of the empty locker room.
↪ pairing » oldersub!rhearipley x youngerdom!reader
wc:: 3k
warnings:: SMUT18+, strong language, pet names, swearing.
this is not my gif!! the original owner is @punksrhea I do not claim ownership!!
I made the reader the dom in this, I feel it was the right choice. anyways rhea looked so good at crown jewel. as a fellow Aussie i'm in love. more rhea was requested!! hehe here you go loves!!
↪ pps:: sorry if you read it and its bad this was so rushed 😭. oh!! I was at the Melbourne supershow and got to see mami in person and I cried like a baby. she means so much to me
The arena is alive, pulsating with an electric energy that crackles through the air as the crowd roars its approval. Rhea and Y/N stand victorious in the center of the ring, their bodies glistening with sweat, the Kabuki Warriors defeated and lying motionless at their feet. The air is thick with the scent of adrenaline and triumph, the cheers of thousands of fans echoing off the walls like a thunderous symphony. It’s Rhea’s birthday, and the atmosphere is charged with celebration, the crowd chanting her name in unison—Rhea! Rhea! Rhea!—a deafening chorus that shakes the very foundations of the arena.
Y/N turns to Rhea, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. There’s a hunger in her gaze, a promise that lingers in the air between them, as if the victory they’ve just claimed is only the beginning. Rhea’s heart quickens as Y/N takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from Rhea’s face. The touch is gentle, tender, but it sends a jolt of electricity through Rhea’s body, her skin tingling with anticipation. The sweat on Rhea’s skin glistens under the arena lights, and Y/N’s fingers trace the curve of her jawline, her touch deliberate, as if mapping every inch of Rhea’s face.
Without a word, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their lips crashing together in a fierce, triumphant kiss. It’s not soft or hesitant; it’s a declaration, a claim, their tongues tangling hungrily as the crowd erupts in cheers. The kiss is raw and unapologetic, their bodies pressing tight against each other, the heat of their passion undeniable. Rhea’s hands find Y/N’s waist, her fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath her skin, holding her close as if to say, You’re mine, and I’m yours. The taste of victory is on their lips, salty and sweet, mingling with the urgency of their desire.
The crowd roars louder, their cheers blending with the pounding of Rhea’s heart. She can feel Y/N’s breath against her lips, hot and heavy, as their kiss deepens. It’s a public display of affection, bold and unashamed, and Rhea knows in this moment that there’s no one else she’d rather share this with. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies, and the unspoken promise of what’s to come. The press of their hips, the heat building between them, feels like a secret only they can understand.
Finally, they part, breathless and flushed, their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Y/N’s eyes lock onto Rhea’s, her smirk mischievous as she whispers, “Happy birthday, babe. Let’s go celebrate properly.” Rhea’s cheeks flush, her pulse racing as she nods, her hand lacing with Y/N’s. Together, they exit the ring, the crowd still chanting Rhea’s name, their voices a backdrop to the desire simmering between them. The air is electric, charged with the promise of what awaits them backstage.
Backstage, the dimly lit locker room is a stark contrast to the bright lights of the arena. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and victory, the walls lined with lockers and benches, the space quiet except for the distant echoes of the crowd. Rhea begins to strip off her gear, her movements deliberate as she peels away the layers of her wrestling attire. Her toned body is a map of strength and beauty, her muscles glistening with sweat, her skin flushed from the heat of battle and the kiss they shared. Every ripple of her abs, every curve of her thighs, tells a story of power and grace.
Y/N watches her, hunger burning in her gaze. She leans against the lockers, her arms crossed over her chest, but her posture is anything but casual. Her eyes roam over Rhea’s body, taking in every curve, every line of muscle, as if memorizing her. Rhea feels her stare, her pulse quickening as she meets Y/N’s eyes. There’s a challenge there, a silent invitation that Rhea is more than willing to accept. The tension between them is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Y/N pushes off the lockers, her steps purposeful as she closes the distance between them. Her hands reach out, tracing the contours of Rhea’s body, her touch both reverent and possessive. She runs her fingers along Rhea’s shoulders, down her arms, her touch sending shivers down Rhea’s spine. “You’re fucking incredible,” Y/N murmurs, her voice low and rough with desire. Her words are like a spark, igniting the flame that’s been simmering between them.
Rhea shivers at the words, her breath hitching as Y/N’s hands continue their exploration. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replies, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her thighs. Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to cup Rhea’s ass, her grip firm as she pulls her closer. Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable, their lips meeting once again in a hungry kiss. Y/N’s hands squeeze Rhea’s ass, lifting her slightly, and Rhea wraps her legs around Y/N’s waist, their connection deepening with every touch.
Y/N’s hands roam lower, lifting Rhea as if she weighs nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around Y/N’s waist. Rhea moans into the kiss, her hands tangling in Y/N’s hair, holding her close as their tongues duel fiercely. The kiss is desperate, frantic, their breaths mingling as Y/N presses Rhea against the lockers, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Rhea’s back arches, her body molded perfectly against Y/N’s, their desire escalating with every passing second.
The locker room fades away, leaving only the two of them, their passion, and the promise of what’s to come. Y/N’s hands slide down Rhea’s thighs, her touch sending sparks of desire through her body. Rhea’s legs tighten around Y/N’s waist, her body arching into her as their kisses grow more urgent. The scent of their sweat mingles, musky and intoxicating, fueling their hunger.
“Shower,” Y/N murmurs against Rhea’s lips, her voice a command. Rhea nods, her heart pounding as Y/N carries her toward the showers, their kisses never breaking. The cool air raises goosebumps on Rhea’s skin, but the heat between them is undeniable, their bodies moving in sync as Y/N kicks open the shower door. The sound of rushing water fills the air, a backdrop to their escalating passion.
The water cascades over them, cool and refreshing, heightening every sensation. Y/N presses Rhea against the wall, the tiles cold against her back, but the warmth of Y/N’s body against hers is all she feels. Their lips part, breathless and panting, as Y/N’s hands slide down Rhea’s body, her touch deliberate and hungry. Rhea’s skin prickles under the water, every droplet magnifying the intensity of Y/N’s touch.
Rhea’s head falls back against the wall, her eyes closing as Y/N’s fingers trace the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Her breath hitches as Y/N’s hand slips between her legs, her fingers brushing against her core, teasing her, slow and deliberate. Rhea’s body trembles, her muscles tense with anticipation, as Y/N’s touch sends waves of pleasure through her. The water runs down her body, mixing with the slickness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Y/N growls, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear, her breath hot against her skin. Rhea moans, her hands gripping Y/N’s shoulders as Y/N’s fingers plunge deep into her, filling her completely. Her body arches, her head falling back as Y/N begins to move, her fingers fucking her with relentless precision. The sound of their passion echoes off the tiles, the water pounding down on them as Rhea’s cries fill the room. Y/N’s rhythm is steady, her fingers thrusting in and out, stretching Rhea’s walls, driving her wild.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Rhea gasps, her voice hoarse with need. “Harder. Please.” Y/N smirks, her fingers obeying, pounding into Rhea’s dripping cunt with a force that makes her see stars. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the shower, obscene and raw, as Rhea’s body tightens, her orgasm coiling low in her belly. Y/N leans in, her lips capturing Rhea’s moans, her tongue tangling with hers as Rhea’s orgasm builds. Her body shakes, her muscles tightening around Y/N’s fingers as she whispers filthy promises into Rhea’s ear.
“Come for me, baby,” Y/N growls, her voice low and dangerous. “Let me feel you fall apart.” Rhea’s breath hitches, her body on the edge, as Y/N’s fingers continue their relentless rhythm. Her cries are muffled by Y/N’s mouth, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shuddering against the wall. Her juices coat Y/N’s hand, hot and copious, as Rhea’s legs tremble, threatening to give out.
As Rhea’s cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her own desire raging. She positions herself between Rhea’s legs, her body pressing against her, their skin slick with water and desire. Y/N grinds against Rhea’s thigh, her clit throbbing, her breath ragged as she seeks her own release. Her hips move in desperate circles, friction building as she uses Rhea’s leg to ease her own aching need.
“Your turn,” Rhea whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless. Y/N smirks, her hand guiding Rhea’s fingers to her own wet core. Rhea’s touch is hesitant at first, but Y/N moans, her head falling back as Rhea’s fingers slip inside her, mirroring the rhythm Y/N had set for her. Rhea’s fingers are deft, exploring Y/N’s heat, her thumb brushing against Y/N’s clit as she fucks her with growing confidence.
Their bodies move in sync, the water pounding down on them as they chase their release together. Y/N’s breath quickens, her cries mixing with Rhea’s whispered encouragement. Her body trembles, her muscles tensing as her orgasm crashes over her, her cries echoing off the tiles. “Fuck, Rhea, fuck me harder,” Y/N pants, her hips bucking into Rhea’s hand as she loses control. Her walls clench around Rhea’s fingers, milking them as she rides out her orgasm, her juices spilling over Rhea’s hand.
Collapsed against the wall, breathless and sated, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Their lips meet softly, the kiss tender and filled with unspoken emotions. “Best birthday ever,” Rhea murmurs, her eyes locked on Y/N’s, her voice filled with wonder. Y/N’s smile is soft, her hand cupping Rhea’s cheek as she leans in for another kiss.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rhea’s body, her touch gentle but promising. “We’re not done yet,” she replies, her voice low and dangerous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rhea’s pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/N’s lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. “This is just the beginning.”
Y/N steps back, her eyes raking over Rhea’s body with a hunger that hasn’t subsided. “Get dressed,” she says, her tone commanding. “I’ve got something else planned for us.” Rhea’s curiosity spikes, her heart racing as she watches Y/N grab a towel, her movements purposeful. The air between them crackles with unspoken desire, the promise of more hanging heavy as they leave the shower, their bodies still damp, their breaths still uneven.
The locker room feels different now, charged with the knowledge of what’s to come. Rhea dries off quickly, her mind racing with possibilities. Y/N watches her, a sly smile playing on her lips, as she tosses Rhea a fresh set of clothes. “Hurry up, birthday girl,” she teases, her voice laced with anticipation. Rhea dresses, her hands shaking slightly, her body still humming from their earlier encounter.
As they exit the locker room, Y/N takes Rhea’s hand, leading her through the backstage maze. The arena is quieter now, the crowd’s cheers distant, but the energy between them is electric. Y/N stops at a door marked Private, her smirk widening as she unlocks it. Inside, the room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. A wrestling mat lies in the center, surrounded by ropes and chains, and Rhea’s breath catches in her throat.
“Tonight,” Y/N says, her voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to show you just how much I worship you.” She steps closer, her hands gripping Rhea’s hips, pulling her in for a kiss that’s both tender and fierce. Rhea’s heart pounds, her body thrumming with anticipation as Y/N pushes her gently onto the mat. The leather creaks beneath her, cool against her skin, as Y/N looms over her, her eyes dark with intent.
“On your knees,” Y/N commands, her voice brooking no argument. Rhea obeys, her pulse quickening as she kneels on the mat, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s. Y/N steps closer, her boots clicking against the floor, her presence dominating the space. She unbuckles her belt slowly, her movements deliberate, as Rhea watches, her mouth watering with anticipation.
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight,” Y/N purrs, her belt sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. “But I think you need a little discipline.” Rhea’s breath hitches as Y/N raises the belt, the leather gleaming under the dim light. She knows what’s coming, and her body trembles with a mix of fear and arousal.
Y/N runs the belt over Rhea’s shoulders, her touch light but firm, before letting it fall across her back with a sharp crack. Rhea gasps, the sting sharp and immediate, her skin flushing where the belt landed. “Fuck,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N smirks, her grip tightening on the belt as she raises it again, the leather whistling through the air before it lands with another crack.
The sensation is overwhelming, pain blending with pleasure as Rhea’s body arches, her breath coming in short gasps. Y/N continues, each strike calculated, each crack of the belt sending shivers through Rhea’s body. Her skin burns, her muscles tense, but the pleasure building between her thighs is undeniable.
“Please,” Rhea whimpers, her voice breaking. “Y/N, please.” Y/N pauses, her eyes locking onto Rhea’s, her expression unreadable. She drops the belt, stepping closer to run her fingers over the marks she’s left on Rhea’s skin. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” she murmurs, her voice soft but commanding.
Rhea shivers at her touch, her body still buzzing from the impact. Y/N kneels in front of her, her hands cupping Rhea’s face as she pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues clash, their breaths mingling, as Y/N’s hands move down to grip Rhea’s thighs, spreading her legs wide.
“Time for round two,” Y/N growls, her voice thick with desire. She pushes Rhea back onto the mat, her hands roaming over her body, her touch both gentle and demanding. Rhea moans, her body arching into Y/N’s touch, her skin still warm from the belt’s strikes.
Y/N’s lips trail down Rhea’s neck, her kisses leaving wet marks on her skin, before moving lower, her tongue tracing the curve of her breasts. Rhea’s breath hitches, her hands tangling in Y/N’s hair as Y/N takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and teasing until Rhea is squirming beneath her.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Rhea gasps, her body on fire. “More.” Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to Rhea’s core, her fingers slipping between her folds with ease. Rhea is dripping, her juices coating Y/N’s fingers as she begins to pump in and out, her rhythm steady and relentless.
Rhea’s hips buck, her body desperate for friction, as Y/N leans down, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice a sultry promise. Rhea nods, her breath ragged, as Y/N positions herself between Rhea’s thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste her.
The first touch of Y/N’s tongue sends Rhea over the edge, her body arching, her cries filling the room. Y/N laps at her greedily, her tongue delving deep into Rhea’s wetness, her fingers thrusting in time. Rhea’s hands grip the mat, her body trembling as Y/N eats her out with a hunger that’s both savage and worshipful.
“Y/N, I’m—” Rhea’s words are cut off by a wave of pleasure, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her juices spill over Y/N’s tongue, hot and copious, as Y/N drinks her in, her moans muffled against Rhea’s throbbing clit.
As Rhea’s cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her lips glistening with Rhea’s essence. She crawls up Rhea’s body, her eyes dark with desire, and positions herself above her. “Your turn to worship,” she says, her voice low and commanding. Rhea’s heart races as she sits up, her hands reaching for Y/N’s shirt, eager to return the favor.
She peels Y/N’s clothes off slowly, her eyes devouring every inch of her body. Y/N’s skin is flushed, her muscles taut, and Rhea’s mouth waters at the sight. She pushes Y/N back onto the mat, her lips trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, before settling between her thighs.
Y/N’s breath hitches as Rhea’s tongue makes contact, her fingers gripping the mat as Rhea laps at her with abandon. Rhea’s tongue is relentless, her mouth devouring Y/N’s pussy, her fingers thrusting in time with her movements. Y/N’s cries fill the room, her body arching, her hips bucking into Rhea’s face as she chases her release.
“Rhea, fuck—” Y/N’s voice breaks as her orgasm hits, her body shaking, her juices flooding Rhea’s mouth. Rhea drinks her in, her tongue swirling, her fingers pumping, until Y/N is a quivering mess beneath her.
Breathless and sated, they collapse onto the mat, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Rhea’s fingers trace the contours of Y/N’s body, her touch gentle and reverent. “Best birthday ever,” Rhea murmurs, her voice filled with awe.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rhea’s side, her touch promising more. “We’re not done yet,” she replies, her voice low and dangerous. Rhea’s pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/N’s lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. “This is just the beginning.”
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