LaRhonda!

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“Yes, I’m going to be leaving for the airport in just a little while…I know Rhea don’t worry I’m not going to forget the extra pair of socks. Will you just focus on getting yourself ready for the airport? I'll talk to you soon. Yeah, adios.”

Damian ended his phone call and continues double checking the suitcase. He wanted to be sure he had everything before leaving for the airport.

“Alright I think that’s it apart from my hoodie.”

Going to the closet he searches for a very specific hoodie, one that his girl had given him for Christmas a few years ago.

“Amor? Have you seen my hoodie?”

He called and left the bedroom when he didn’t hear a response, making his way down stairs he raised a brow seeing his girlfriend wrapped in a blanket on the couch.

“Hi babe.”

She smiled giving a small wave and Damian walked over sitting down.

“Hello angel, you cold or something?”

“A little.”

“Have you seen my hoodie, the one that has the skull and wings?”

“Uh nope, haven’t seen it. It’s getting late, maybe you should just grab another and head on out.”

Damian squinted lightly as he eyed her for a moment. Grabbing the blanket he pulls it off of her.

“Babe, you have my hoodie! Why? You know how much I love that hoodie. It's special to me.”

Y/n pouts and sits up wrapping her arms around her middle.

“I know it is but I need it.”

“You have a couple hoodies in the closet already.”

Sighing she shrugged looking down at her fingers, Damian frowns and pulls her onto his lap wrapping his arms around her.

“What’s going on hermosa? Come on, talk to me.”

He says rubbing her back gently and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You’re going to be gone for four weeks, I’m going to miss you so much and I just wanted to have something to make me feel closer to you. I don’t know it sounds silly you can have the hoodie back.”

She said softly and blinked back tears clearing her throat as she pulled her arms through. Damian stopped her before she could take the hoodie off the rest of the way.

“Amor, why didn’t you just say so? Baby girl there is nothing wrong with wanting to wear my hoodie. If it’s going to bring you some comfort then keep it with you. I’m going to miss you so much but I promise that the time will fly by.”

He spoke softly, holding her close and wiping her tears. Gripping his shirt y/n sniffled, Damian didn’t often show his sensitive side to people. She was the exception and it alway made her feel so special.

“I love you y/n and I promise as soon as I get back home we’ll spend the weekend together in bed. Just us two, catching up and all of that.”

“Okay that sounds good, I'd like that very much.”

She smiled nodding and kissed him softly, Damian smiled after they pulled away looking at his watch.

“There is no way I’m going to make it to the airport before the plane leaves.”

“Oh no I’m so sorry I didn’t mean.”

“Amor chill out it’s all good I’ll just have my ticket switched and try to get a later flight for this evening. Come on, let's go upstairs, we need to make sure that hoodie really smells like me, and I want one more cuddle with you.”

Damian smiled standing and scooped her up in his arms smirking as she laughed. Taking the stairs two at a time he pushed the door closed behind them and dropped Y/n on the bed still smirking.

Contract signings almost always ended the same, especially for Roman. There was always a fight bound to break out and with his opponent being Brock? Good thing I didn't wear heels tonight.

Two years I've been managing Roman, known him longer and it was a bore truly sitting through this contract signing because Brock and Roman have beaten the living crap out of each other so many times that I've lost count.

"A hog is going to get slaughtered," Roman signed the contract last and it didn't even click in my mind that the Uso's were in position, a smile growing on Roman's face when he sat up straight, "It's not going to be me and why wait till Summerslam?"

Brock was called a beast for a reason, even with Jimmy and Jey on top of him, he was throwing them around like rag dolls. Meanwhile, Roman was trying to rush me out of the ring, but there was too much going on. The table was in our way, the announcer getting out at the same time and Brock was on it, ready to go for Roman.

I was just about to lean down to get out when suddenly I was up straight, Brock's massive arm ready to clothesline Roman out of the ring, but instead, Roman moved out of the way, pulling me right into Brock's clothesline.

Now, this wasn't my first rodeo in wrestling, but this was Brock Lesnar. He gave a clothesline from hell, a whole new meaning, sending me flying out of the ring, not only cracking my head on the apron but smacking the ground hard.

I wasn't sure if I hit my head that hard or if it was truly that silent, but you could hear a pin drop in the arena when it happened.

"Oh my god," I was able to hear Pat McAfee on commentary, in utter shock like everyone else, "Roman Reigns just used Y/N to avoid Brock Lesnar! Someone check on her!"

Holding the back of my head, I looked to see what was going on because I could hear a lot of running in the ring. It was hard to look with the pounding headache that I had and it brought me to tears to see Roman running from Brock and completely forgetting about me.

I've seen Brock in a fury before, but this was different. Frozen in place, I never thought I'd see a moment like this. The first person who came to check on me was Brock himself.

"Y/N," He was so red from being angry and was still truly concerned and explaining, "I did not mean to do that."

"That fucker pulled me," I whispered and retraced my steps, remembering the feeling of Roman pulling me. He easily could've avoided that or just pushed me out of the way, but he pulled me.

"I'm sure you already knew, but I'm murdering his ass on Sunday," He was still heaving from anger, showing a side of him that I don't think anyone has ever seen while tending to me, checking my head because we all saw how I cracked my head.

"I'm fine," I tried to turn my head and the pain pounded in me like a drum, closing my eyes tight and groaning, hating that he was right, but hearing a sweetness in his voice:

"I was trying to take his head off and I know how hard I hit. This is my fault, just let me help you. You see that your 'family' isn't trying to."

"You sure do hit hard," I whined, trying not to cry, not at the pain, but the truth he spoke, turning towards him when he pulled me to his chest, scooping me up.

"Hey, I got her," Looking, Brock was talking to medical personnel and gosh, he was so big, still a good length above me in even his arms.

It was hard to process how comfortable I was in his arms and for someone he called a beast, he was very gentle and made sure my head wasn't moving too much while heading back, keeping it placed and snug against his firm chest.

The human body is very complex and as I expected, the first thing they did was make sure that I didn't have a concussion and he wasn't showing it, but I imagined Brock felt guilty about what happened because he didn't leave my side till we knew that I was okay, only took a rough bump. 

"First," Brock began once the staff left, letting us have a moment, "Again, I'm sorry about-"

"It's okay," I spoke softly, meeting his gaze, "It was an accident and we're wrestlers. I know there's danger regardless of what I'm doing."

"It may have been an accident on my end," He never looked so serious, trying to get a point across to me, "Roman used you to avoid taking a hit and that was no accident."

I just sat there silent because he was right. It was just so hard to believe because Roman has never done such a thing to me, just listening as he continued:

"He knows that this match at Summerslam isn't going to be like our other matches. I meant it when I said that I'm going to slaughter him. And him using you like that shows that he's a bitch and now, I lost respect for him as a man."

Why did he have to be right, and brutally honest at that? I was going to put my head down, try to ignore it, but he caught my attention by sitting his hat next to me, breathing:

"Excuse me. I shouldn't swear and all that around a lady."

"Must not know me," I joked softly, wanting to ease up the seriousness just for it to grow, heart racing with his huge frame in front of me, looking down into my eyes.

His blue eyes were easy to rest on this time and I did take his words in and thought about it deeply:

"Now, I can't tell you what to do, but I think it's best for you to part ways with Roman. It goes to show that he's a coward, doing that when all you've ever done is be good to him."

"I know," Tears started to form in my eyes, one running down my cheek, and for the first time today, there was a smile on my face, his hand actually nice and soft, warm thumb wiping that tear away:

"But I will give you credit. You took that clothesline like a champ."

"I'm no ordinary lady," I smiled up at him softly, appreciating his kindness, and this time, my heart was pounding, eyes closing softly at his kiss on my forehead:

"I like that about you."

Was all of this really making me feel better? That little kiss was like medicine, the headache I had eased up and his words helped too by making me giggle:

"Took that better than any guy I've wrestled. But you take care of your precious self, alright?"

"I will," I breathed in, processing another kiss on my head, this one having a harder press, but was still tender, even hugging him back when he hugged, rubbing my back:

"And just know, I'm not your enemy. You ever need me?"

God, the charm he had was mind-blowing, standing back up and fixing his cowboy hat, winking down at me:

"Just come and get me, darling."

"I'll keep that in mind," I whispered, feeling stuck in a place; Brock or Roman.

With it being the night before Summerslam, my heart was racing all night. Roman wasn’t here so at least that I didn’t have to worry about that, but I did have to keep my eyes on Jimmy and Jey, and I also had to speak on behalf of Roman at the end of the night.

Why did it have to be at the end of the night? I was pacing around the entire show, no clue what I was even going to say after what happened with Brock.

By the time I had the ring, I was still confused, just winging it when I went on about their match, going to close with:

“Tomorrow night at Summerslam, the conclusion of this rivalry between our Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns and Brock-“

My heart fell out of me, almost like I announced him because his music hit so perfectly. Brock came out, fixing his cowboy hat, a smile on his face and wasted no time to make his way down to me.

No words, he just towered above me and smiled. His eyes said it all. He truly wasn’t my enemy and staring back into his eyes, I didn’t realize how I was panting, having to calm myself to speak.

“Brock, tomorrow night at Summerslam,” If I didn’t push Roman, there would be hell to pay, going to try to put out whatever kind of intimidation that I could, but someone had other plans.

What was it with people trying to use me?!

Theory had to have noticed just like everyone else how Brock tended to me after that nasty clothesline that I was dragged into. Now, being pushed into Brock so Theory could try to get a jump on him?

Unfortunately for him, things didn’t go to plan. Brock quickly shielded me away, putting me in the corner, eating every shot that Theory gave out.

It blew my mind that people were brave enough to step to this man. Brock was able to grab his wrist, whip around and clothesline his head off.

Hope Theory was ready for a ride because Brock took him straight to suplex city then took his MITB briefcase and beat him so hard with it that it began to bend.

I sat in the corner and watched with a dropped jaw. Roman was really gonna be in for it considering it was a last man standing match. I could never.

Thankfully, I was on his good side. Something in me wanted to run and hug him, but I couldn’t. The feelings were so confusing that it was almost making me cry.

Brock came back over with Theory basically dead, offering his hand, “You okay, darlin’?”

Standing up and nodding my head, Brock went over and sat on the ropes for me, the crowd roaring at my swerve, going in the other direction, saying only because the cameras were on:

“See you at Summerslam, Brock.”

I had to get out of there. Now. Needed to be alone, so I could collect my thoughts, but there was no avoiding what I just did, Brock finding me backstage:

“Hey, what was that all about?”

“You realize that we were on tv, right?” It was a challenge trying to hold back my sanity, panicking a little, “Roman is watching. Jimmy and Jey are around here somewhere, and I’m already in deep waters with them because of what happened with you that they saw. Let alone this.”

Brock was thinking for a moment, observing my panicking and how I began to pace again, bringing me to a stop when he took both my hands:

“Just listen to me for a second, alright?”

Nodding softly, I held those massive hands, listening and taking in his every word:

“Now, I know you’ve been managing Roman, but you’re still a wrestler. You are a damn good one. Instead of worrying and freaking out over Roman’s stupid, tribal chief, bullshit? Wake up that beast in you.”

Staring down at his finger, he pointed to my heart and looking back on the days when I did wrestle, he made me miss it so much. Remembering how beastly I actually was and to think that now, I was just Roman’s manager.

“That’s all the advice that I can give you,” Brock sighed, seeing the conflict I was having in my head.

All of the feelings were hard to fight, but when it came to knowing what was right and what was wrong? My whole partnership with Roman? It wasn’t right.

I couldn’t just let him walk away, having to jog some to catch up with him, “Brock?”

He had his eyes closed whenever he turned around, not expecting me to almost jump into his arms and hug him. Hugging him felt so right, made my heart calm, all the panic disappearing and when he hugged me back, his embrace so strong and warm, I couldn’t lie to him.

“I only said what I said because we were on the show, but just know something,” I said softly, a little nervous because of the leap I was going to take.

Brock had an idea in mind, smiling to me, “And what’s that?”

Holding his cheek in one hand and kissing the other, I tilted his hat up a little so I could smile into those blue eyes:

“I’m rooting for you tomorrow.”

His smile was so bright and cute, making it brighter when I pinched his cheek softly, kissing his cheek one more time:

“Just don’t get too banged up tomorrow okay? And thanks for keeping me safe out there.”

“Any time darlin,” He kissed my cheek back and I was melting with his arm around my hip, still keeping me in a hug, tilting his hat back down and winking, “And don’t you worry about me. I got this.”

Like last time, he left with a kiss on my hand, my heart racing but in a good way for a change. Excited for Summerslam because whether if Brock won or loss, it was my time to put my foot down, do something that I could never do with Roman, and that’s do what I wanted.

——

Things were never going to be the same after tonight. Like any of Roman’s matches, I went out with him and things were already strange.

He was so strangely nice to me that whole night and I played along being in front of a crowd, but when Brock came out, so did all of my emotions.

I’m sure I was like everyone else, eyes about popping out of my head when Brock drove a TRACTOR over to the ring. It was MASSIVE, looking up high to see him standing at the top and he smiled right at me.

That was my cue to get the hell out of there, the moment I stepped out, Brock jumped right off the top of it and hell formed on earth.

I stayed hidden because my god, they were beating the ever living shit out of each other, everywhere, really sending me into a deep shock when Brock got into the tractor, lifting the ring completely while Roman was inside of it!

How they kept getting up after all of this? I had no clue. Roman was in danger and of course, out came Jimmy and Jey.

There was nothing that I could do, not like I’d make any difference anyhow. I was nearly in tears watching Brock getting buried under pieces of the announce desk, whatever they could find around them, Roman standing on top of it.

Hearing Brock yelling in pain had me shaking. As much as I hated seeing Roman winning, I was glad that it was over.

“Alright, Roman. That’s enough!” I quickly rushed over, medical personnel going to help Brock, but Roman stood still and smiled down at me.

“What’s the rush?” He glared, squatting down to stare deeper into my eyes, “Want me to get off your cowboy?”

Roman knew. Frozen in place, I couldn’t think of anything to say, Roman revealing exactly how I felt about Brock:

“Wanna fall in love all of a sudden because he tried being some knight in shining armor? You thought that I wouldn’t find out, Y/N?”

It would have never happened in the first place if Roman didn’t pull me into his clothesline, but it was a blessing in disguise. Brock was a change for me and a good one. Remembering what he told me on Friday. Feeling that beast in me awaken with every word Roman spoke, especially when he stood up tall yelling at me:

“I’m your Tribal-“

Without realizing it, I snapped. The crowd popped so loud when I swept his feet from under him, Jimmy and Jey so shocked that they couldn’t move, fury in my yelling:

“You’re nothing but a tribal bitch!”

I didn’t realize that Brock was emerging behind me because I was so busy popping off. Roman couldn’t hide the damage he took from that match and feeling more from that hard fall I caused, standing over him and yelling at him more:

“I’m so sick of you! I’m fucking done!”

“Y/N,” Brock was trying to make it to his feet and I meant it when I said that I was done with Roman, seeing Brock so beat up like this and the anger from Roman on top of it made all the tears spill out, rushing over to him:

“Are you okay, Brock?”

I knew that he was tough, but it was still so hard on me, concerned that he was hurt, all eyes on us when he slowly made it to his feet, throwing his arm over my shoulder to help him stand when he panted:

“I’m okay.”

“Brock, you don’t have to hide it because I’m here,” i sniffled, silencing when he stood up straight as best he could, holding the side of my face, smiling through the pain:

“I’m okay, baby girl.”

Roman was already making his exit, all the way up the ramp, but his eyes were still on us, on the giant screens and showing Brock kissing me.

His kiss turned my sad, frustrated tears into happy ones, kissing back softly and trying to hold him up as best I could, feeling him shaking slightly, kissing his cheek and wiping my eye:

“You took care of me. Now, I’m taking care of you. Even if you are okay, I’m still making sure.”

“Alright, baby girl. I will for you.”

For someone who was a true beast, he was the sweetest to me and he must’ve been made of steel or something because miraculously, he had no injuries.

There was already a smile on my face when he found his cowboy hat, raising it up to the fans and standing tall on his own, then making me smile by putting it on me.

Heading to the back, I wanted to keep the night easier for him, being serious when I saw some footage of him with the tractor and saying as we headed into the locker room:

“I think that was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen someone do during a match.”

“You liked that?” He laughed, showing he had the time of his life causing the chaos he did with it.

“I know that things didn’t really go according to plan, but I had a ball watching you whip his ass like that,” I chuckled; Brock may have lost, but he sure gave Roman the fight of his life, smiling as he brought up:

“You made me proud out there.”

I only looked at him, letting him take the seat and bit of relaxation that he needed, that smile growing with heat in my cheeks when he pulled me into his lap, smiling:

“You finally woke up that beast in you.”

“That match was so hard to watch,” I hated that reliving it made me cry, letting out, “He just pissed me off so much and I couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“No crying now,” His thumb wiped away my few tears, having to reassure again, “I am just fine. Roman may have won the match, but I’m the real winner, tonight.”

I met his gaze to see what he meant, being pulled in for a soft kiss. Just one soft touch made me feel content, not worrying anymore and only returning the tenderness of our lips, hiding my face under his hat that I was still wearing when he pulled me over to straddle him.

“Brock, you just wrestled a hell like match. You don’t have to do this because I’m being a big baby,” The heat in my cheeks was growing, giggling whenever he thrusted his hip up:

“Afraid to go for a ride?”

“Afraid?” Tilting the hat up, I cocked my eyebrow and teased, “I see that your proving how much you can handle.”

“More than you know,” Neither of us wanted to worry about everything just happened, another thrust of his hips sending up to his chest for another kiss:

“I agree that you’re the real winner tonight and so?”

He couldn’t stop smiling when I stood up, giving him a little show as I stripped, keeping his hat on, smirking at the sight of his cock erect against his shorts and winking to him:

“Wanna go for a rodeo that’s even better?”

“Hell yeah,” He quickly kicked off his shorts and boxers, taking my hand and pulling me back on his lap. Taking my time, I picked up my hips, squealing a little at the slap on ass, his hand grabbing at it, showing his low amount of patience and that he was ready to go.

"Better be careful getting me rowdy," I warned, raising up on my knees.

Holding the base of his shaft, I noticed his eyes looking down, then he picked up his hips, sliding right into me. With a bounce, I made his hips fall to the couch, sitting down on all of him.

"Only gonna make me to do it more,” He smirked, delivering another spank before holding onto my hips.

A string of swear words, a few praises, fell from his lips as I wound my hips onto him, giving myself some more pleasure, just to mess with his a little..

"You still thinking I’m too worn down?” He murmured, throwing up his hips hard and earning a sharp gasp from me:

“Oh my god, Brock.”

Nodding his head and loving my reactions, he placed both hands on my breasts, keeping those same thrusts, only quicker:

“Think I’m still worn down now?”

His chuckling fired me up more, holding his face and kissing hard with my tongue:

“No, but I’m fresher than you are.”

I completely went off and established a rhythm, bouncing down onto his cock hard, making sure he was buried deep as I crashed down. That's when I still realized, it was becoming hard to hold myself together.

After so much, my body fell to his chest,, holding onto his shoulders as I slowed down a bit, still rolling my hips and whining out his name.

"Don't give up on me now,"He encouraged with some kisses, leaving some bite down my neck.

“God, you’re just so much, Brock,” I groaned softly as I felt the slight buckle of my hips, could feel all of the intensity in his shoulders, then his whole body became electric and he picked me up by the hips, slamming up into me over and over.

"Brock, fuck!" I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm was edging closer.

Jolting pleasure shot up through my whole body with each hit, his name falling from my lips more and more, my head becoming dizzy from he was so deep, fucking me thoroughly and sensitizing ever spot in me. My walls began to clamp around him eagerly and tightly. He knew that I was ready and he wanted it.

I was beginning to fall off of the edge, hips fell back to the couch, my back arching and somehow, he slid in even deeper, getting every sweet spot in me. With that, my body was filled with a steaming heat.

"Brock! Brock-" I cried frantically, moaning like crazy at squelching slick around his cock that was still taking me.

"Damn, baby girl-“ He huffed out, hugging my torso, kissing and exchanging soft groans and rumbles with me.

Even though my walls clamped and it felt like I couldn't move, I kissed him back, grinding my hips onto him, again, pushing down to meet his base again, my walls clenching, creating a beyond frictional, tight grip, and a deep rumble in his chest breaking out kiss.

Tossing his hat to the empty space next to us, head dropping to his chest and shaking slight with a dropped jaw at his heat shooting straight into me, sweating a little from the heat trapped inside of me:

“What are you made out of? I’m so serious?”

“Raw power, baby,” His laugh was everything, raising his arms up and flexing them, seeing how despite that crazy match, he wasn’t letting it bring him down, smiling up at him:

you feel his dick practically digging into your ass through the multiple layers of cargo pants, and he knows his prayers for discretion have gone unanswered when you adjust your hips against his lap. the feel of it surprises you—you want to laugh, why now?—but the entire concept of it does not come as a shock; it only nourishes the given cockiness in you. you’d have to be a blind mutt not to notice the way he looks at you, shying away when he thinks you’ve caught him staring. silly guy. the hood doesn’t hide all, könig.

“scheiße, du schweinehund,” he breathes defeatedly to himself, eyes squeezed shut in humility. he’s the only mutt here, really. he can’t imagine how pink his cheeks have gone, except for the fact that they feel like they’ve been repeatedly grazed by a blowtorch you hold. he musters up a straight voice, yet his words just barely break past a whisper; “…forgive me.” he grits his teeth and bites his tongue, “gott—i am not in the correct headspace right now, i-i am so sorry.”

you giggle that same laugh that had his knees threatening to buckle in on most days. “it’s okay, könig, really,” you tell him, so convincing and so sweet that he has no choice but to believe it to be true. still, he’s beyond mortified. you hum after a few seconds, “more than okay.” he sucks in a sharp breath. you don’t need to see him to know what sort of affect you’re having on him, arms crossed over your chest while his are unsteady and sweaty at his sides. he’s so awkward, it’s adorable.

like this, you can truly absorb all of him like you never could on an average day; he’s soft spoken off the field and with a deeper drawl, and far more reserved. that manly, post-mission musk of his, apparent through the close proximity, is only insanely attractive. and he’s just so. fucking. big. you lean further back against his frame, head resting on his broad shoulder, and you can feel his heart beating at his ribs against your upper back. with everyone else chatting amongst themselves or already deep into their sleep, you wouldn’t mind teasing him a bit.

“i actually think it’s really cute,” you add, with another slight of a giggle, of course. “and hot.” you bite and bite and he groans so lowly every time, something almost of a broken whimper, you’d say. you wiggle your hips a bit, not terribly noticeable to the outside world but he swears your every action comes with a bite of an aphrodisiac. you smirk and he hears it, right past the nonchalance in your voice; “and quite impressive, i’d say.”