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How Superstars React When Someone Catches You Kissing
Characters: Blake Monroe, Carmelo Hayes, Chelsea Green, Jimmy Uso, Liv Morgan, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, and Tiffany Stratton. // x Fem!Reader.
Word Count: 1,986
A/N: Another WWE headcannon, but current roster! I’m definitely gonna look into doing different eras soon! :) Hope You Enjoy!
Blake Monroe:
“Ugh, my feet hurt!” Your girlfriend complained as you closed the door to the women’s locker room.
She sat down on the bench, looking at the white feet killers. “Babe, can you take them off for me?” She pleads, fluttering her eyelashes at you.
You drop to your knees, hands gently unbuckling the small strap, the feeling making her groan. “Oh my god, thank you! I’ve been in these heels since 6 AM!”
You gently rub her feet, a sigh of relief coming from the girl above you. “This is just what I needed after a long, productive day.”
You fought back the smug want to mention how all she did was cut a promo backstage, but she has been in those heels for a while, so you guess you’ll let her slide.
She makes a hither motion with her finger, your feet pushing yourself off the floor and to her face.
She places a quick peck to your lips, your cheeks getting warm. “Thank you for this.” She kisses you again.
Then the door opens.
“Sorry to break it to you, Monroe, but this isn’t your hotel room.” Jordynne interrupts.
You both look at her, your face slightly embarrassed from being caught and Blake’s being annoyed at the fact.
“Come on, babe, let’s get out of here. It’s clear that unfashionable thing standing near the door has never seen two hot girls kiss before.”
Carmelo Hayes:
You were clapping in celebration as Carmelo walked towards you, proud of his title retainment. “And who’s still the U.S. Champ?” He boasted while wrapping an arm around your waist.
“I don’t know...” you hummed. “Dr. Wagner Jr?”
He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Yeah, right. That’s why I’m standing backstage with the title on my shoulder.”
You laughed at his sarcasm, pulling at the braided bun on his head. “I’m really proud of you, you know?”
A cocky smirk came to his lips. “Oh, are you?” You nodded your head. “You’ve held the title for 80+ days! That’s something everyone should be proud of.”
“Proud enough to give me a kiss?”
You roll your eyes this time, hands playfully pushing at his chest to which he didn’t budge. “You’re so weird!”
He chuckled, ignoring your insult as his arm pulled you closer to him. “Call me whatever you want, but at least give me a kiss or two.”
You glared up at him as he continued to beg. “Not even one for being the Champ of our country?”
You huffed out a breath, leaning in and connecting your lips together.
He quickly took control of the kiss, your muffled moans being heard by the group of people behind you.
“Carmelo, can we interview—oh, sorry!”
You two quickly pulled away at Cathy Kelley’s voice, heads turning to see her and the camera crew standing there with awkward looks on their faces.
“Or I’ll just go…” She trailed off. She began to walk away, but Carmelo called out. “Nah, I got time!”
He quickly pecked your lips, leaving you stunned, before following the interviewer.
Chelsea Green:
“This is ridiculous!” Chelsea yelled as Piper pushed her down the hall to the medical room
During Piper’s single match Alba attempted to help her win, but it only ended with her bumping into Chelsea’s wrapped leg, her screaming distracting Piper and causing her to lose.
After demands to go backstage she finally made it and had the doctor check her out.
“Ms.Green, I promise you, there’s nothing wrong. It was just a small bump.” He tried reassuring her, but that only made things worse.
“A bump? A “small” bump?! I just had 100 pounds of a person’s body weight knocked on my poor leg, and you say that’s small!”
You could hear her screeching from the end of the hall, your co-workers walking away so they wouldn’t have to hear it.
“Babe, please stop yelling. I can hear you from down the hall!”
She let out a gasp at your voice, attention snapping away from the scolded doctor.
“Ugh, thank god you’re here, babe! Did you see what happened to me out there?” You nodded, taking a seat beside her.
“I think I'd be much better if I had a kiss.” She pouted, making you smile. “Oh would you now?” She nodded.
You did as asked, leaning over and pecking her lips. “There, is that better?”
She shook her head. “I think I need more. Maybe another here,” she pointed to her lips. “And here.” then her cheek. “And maybe my cast.”
You let out a small chuckle as you complied with her requests, the sound of lips popping off her body causing the male doctor to clear his throat. “Excuse me guys, but this is the medical room, not your bedroom.”
Chelsea threw her head back letting out a groan. “Piper! Alba! Take me out of her and to the locker room!”
They instantly followed her orders, rolling her out the room and in the direction of the locker room.
“God, can’t your President get some kisses from her girlfriend around here!”
Jimmy Uso:
He’s got you cornered to a wall, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your hips.
As he leans towards your face, your hands come to his chest to stop him. “Jim, stop. Anyone could walk by and see us!” You tried warning him, but your words went deaf in his ears as he began to kiss your neck.
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s just have a quickie, or something. Ain’t nobody gonna come back here.”
“Jimmy!” You yelled before clearing your throat. “I’m not having sex with you in the hallway of our workplace!” You whispered loud enough for only him to hear.
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a party pooper. Who doesn’t wanna have sex at their job?”
“At least lemme get a kiss,” he pleaded.
You didn’t argue, allowing him to get a couple of kisses on your lips.
“Hey Jimmy! I just wanna talk about—woah!”
The amount of force you use to push Jimmy back almost has him falling to the ground.
You both look to see LA Knight standing there with a smirk on his face. “Nevermind, we can talk later. Seems like you're busy anyways.”
Jimmy was smirking as well, watching as he walked in the opposite direction while your body felt hot of embarrassment.
Liv Morgan:
The Clubhouse’s door was barely open before Liv’s pushing you towards the black leather couch.
You fall back with a huff, her body jumping on yours and legs straddling your thighs. “You looked so good out there.” She complimented before smashing her lips on yours.
It’s full of tongue and moans as her nails pull at your hair. Your hands shamelessly roam her waist, her back arching at your touch.
The whole scene is straight out of a Wattpad story turned movie, the room quickly growing hot.
You both were too wrapped up in each other that neither of you heard the door open, but you did hear a voice.
“Oh shit.”
Liv broke the kiss, a frustrated groan coming from her.
“I feel like I’m interrupting something,” JD confessed.
“You are!” Liv yelled.
He’s stuttering around the room, reaching for the nearby table. “Y-Yeah, just came to get—” “—this! Yeah! This penny…” He awkwardly laughs at the end, trying to ease the awkward silence.
“Get out!” Liv demands, sending him off.
When the door closes she turns back to your grinning face. “God I hate this team.”
Roman Reigns:
You're staring at the TV in Roman’s locker room, watching as CM Punk cuts a promo about WrestleMania.
“C’mere, Y/n.”
You turn at the deep voice, making your way towards your husband to which he pulls you to sit on his thigh.
“Stop thinking about that old man, he’s not a threat to me, you know that.” You gulp while nodding your head.
They’ve been exchanging some personal insults since the Royal Rumble, and you can’t help but worry about what will happen in April.
“I know, it’s just, he seems pretty adamant on beating you and retaining.” That makes him chuckle. “That man wishes he was my age. His prime is loooong gone,” Roman teases while stretching out the word long. “Now stop thinking about him and focus on me.”
In seconds he’s kissing your lips, attempting to get you to open up, but you pull away.
“Wait the door’s open, let me close it.”
You make a move to get up, but his arms around your waist are tightening, forcing you to stay put. “Baby, I’m the Tribal Chief, the only Tribal Chief at that. No one’s gonna interrupt us.”
You try to believe what he says, allowing him to continue his assault to your soft lips, but when a gasp by the door is heard, Roman is smirking into the kiss.
Just as he said, the younger talent who caught you two is running away, embarrassed that he invaded on such an intimate moment.
Sami Zayn:
You watch as your husband paced in circles around the hall, worrying itched on his face in thought.
“Babe, stop worrying, you’re gonna do fine! Aleister is good, but you're better!” You said while squeezing his shoulders to calm him.
“I know, but I can’t help it. You know he has a deadly kick.”
“Well he might have a good kick, but you have a good personality and connection with the fans, and you’ve proved that’s all you need in the past to overcome challenging opponents. Don’t think about what can go wrong, but what good will happen.”
Your motivating words made him smile, your face matching his. “There’s that beautiful smile.” You cooed, making him blush. “Let me give you good luck kisses.”
He didn’t have time to protest before your hands were grabbing his face and guiding him towards yours. “You’re. Gonna. Do. Amazing. Out. There.
Every pause was punctuated with gentle pops of your lips on his, the smile on his face growing bigger and bigger.
“Uh, Sami, you're up in 5.”
You pulled away to see a female staff member standing behind you two, avoiding your eyes. “Okay, he’s coming.”
The woman took that moment to leave, allowing your sight to return to a blushing Sami who was staring at you.
“Go kick ass.” You ordered him with another kiss.
Tiffany Stratton:
“There, you're good to go.” The stylist tells your girlfriend who’s getting up from the hair station’s chair.
“Babe, can you hand me my pink lipgloss!”
You're up and fishing through her makeup bag before handing it to her.
You watch as she uses her hand-held mirror to help her accurately apply it to her lips, and as she's finishing, she glances at you to see you staring.
“What? You like my lips so much you can’t take your eyes off of them?”
You now look away, arms crossing over your chest in defense. “No, I was looking at the glitter in the lipgloss. It caught my eye.” You lied, making her laugh. “Oh yeah?” She hummed out. “Come get a closer look.”
You’re instantly walking towards her, not surprised by her straight forwardness. She meets you halfway for a kiss, a childish grin coming to your lips.
“What are you two doing?”
You jump away from her, turning around to see the stylist from earlier.
“We weren’t doing anything. We were just…testing out my lipgloss!” Tiffany explained way too quickly, making you two look even more suspicious.
It’s quiet as the stylist's eyes flicker from Tiffany’s face to your lips. “Yeah…the lipgloss.” she nods. “For some reason, I feel like you’re not talking about the lip product, but we’ll believe that, yeah?” She jokes while grabbing some hairspray off the table and leaving.
You look over at Tiffany to see her with a smile, sort of embarrassed and excited that you got caught.
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