“Hey this is the Mojo anon if you could write one for him could it just be really smutty 😂 maybe the reader is a bit bigger and Roman’s little sister and their dating but fans pick on her and so do Mojos friends? Somehow that leads to smut 😂”

Pairing: Mojo Rawley x Plus Sized Reader (Y/N), Zack Ryder sighting

Warnings/Promises: body teasing (two sources), self-disapproval, language, SMUT

Word Count: ~2170

Note: I have nothing against Zack, he’s in the fic because I didn’t want to use Gronk. I also didn’t realize how much I need to hear some of this till I was writing it. Please let me know how you guys liked this fic with comments, likes, and reblogs. Got an idea yourself? My requests are open, as well as my tag lists. Enjoy!

“Okay. Last one sweetheart, then Y/N has to leave.” Your security guard waved forward an adorable little girl wearing a mini version of your ring gear. Her mother hung back holding a poster for you to sign. The little girl instantly wrapped her small arms around your waist. You kneeled to her level while she babbled on about how happy she was to meet you and how many posters she had of you hanging in her room and how she would practice your moves on her trampoline, pausing just long enough to smile for a picture and to watch you sign her poster. There was a tap on your shoulder and you stood to end the meeting but the little girl grabbed your hand and started to rub your stomach.

“Are you and Mojo having a baby?” Her big bright eyes beamed up at you. Yours darted to the mother’s horrified face.

Taking a deep breath you kneeled again. “No, I’m not pregnant. Mojo and I haven’t decided to have a baby yet. I’m just built a little bigger than most women. It helps me hit harder and helps me last longer in the ring.”

“Like your brother Roman?”

You smiled. “Yes, like Roman.”

“I have a brother too. But he’s bigger than me, so I don’t think I could beat him in a fight. I think you could pin Roman easy.”

The words stung but you kept smiling and gave the girl’s shoulder a pat. “Maybe we could set up a fight sometime. I’ve got to go, but I’ll tell Roman your idea, okay?” She squealed in delight and gave you one last tight hug before bouncing back to her mother. The woman mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ but you waved it away with a tight grin.

A grin that evaporated the moment you left the room.

To make matters worse, you bumped into Zack Ryder on the way to the garage. He’d seen the whole thing and wouldn’t stop talking about it.

“The innocence of children, right Y/N? No one is ever more truthful than drunk friends or eager-to-please children.” He trotted to keep up with your quickened pace. “But I do have to agree with her. It would be fun to watch you beat up your brother. All that big Samoan power in the ring? Maybe it would main event at something like Wrestlemania.” He laughed loudly and stopped following you as you entered the garage.

Mojo was already at the car. He gave you a peck on your cheek as he took your bags and loaded them next to his. It was easy for him to fill the air with his excitement over the show and the meet-and-greet, but he knew something was up. You barely replied to anything he said more than the occasional word of agreement. You tried to smile periodically, then the corners of your mouth would drop as you watched the night roll by your window.

In the hotel, you dropped your bags and immediately took your turn in the bathroom. You left the lights off, not ready to see everything the girl and Zack had pointed out. The marble counter felt good against your hands; you hadn’t noticed how sweaty your hands were from clasping them so tightly in your lap during the ride. You brought your left hand up close to your face, knowing what it looked like in the darkness. Puffy. Strong, but your wedding ring looked like it was wrapped around a tube of toothpaste. How could he love you?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Mojo’s knocking startled you. “May I come in?”

“I’m almost done, just a minute.” You ran through your nightly routine quickly, still in the dark, then hurried past Mojo on your way out. Baggy sweatpants and one of Mojo’s shirts were your choice of apparel for the evening to cover everything up. By the time Mojo joined you in bed, you had been able to get your breathing even enough to pass for sleeping, or so you thought.

“Come on, Y/N. I know you’re awake.” He clicked the side lamp back on and slid an arm over your waist only to pull back a bit when you tensed. “What’s wrong, honey? Please tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Y/N. Talk to me.” He pulled on your shoulders till you were on your back. Still, you faced away from him. Mojo lightly ran his finger down your cheek and applied just enough pressure under your chin to pull your face to his. He gave your lips a few soft pecks, then dove in deeper. Any other night you would have relished in his touch; tonight, it felt like it was burning you. You broke away with a pained gasp.

“How can you… how can you touch me like that when I’m so… so…”

“So what, Y/N?” Mojo asked, confused.

“So fat, dammit. Every roll, every stretch mark, every bulge under my clothes. It’s too much, and I… I hate it.” To hear it out loud brought every ounce of tonight’s frustration to the surface. You tried to roll back into your pillow as tears began to flow but Mojo kept you pinned where he could see you.

“What? Y/N, you are beautiful. And smart. And brilliant and strong and considerate and bright and wonderful and…”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “breath Mojo.”

“… and mine.” He scooted closer to you and ran his finger down your nose. “You’re my favorite person, Y/N. Perfect in every way.” He looked down at you for a moment, then bolted from the bed. “Back in a second.” You heard him rustling in your bag and the soft sound of small metallic pieces bouncing off the marble. You sat up, confused and moved get up to investigate.

He whisked back and kneeled by your side of the bed. “Y/N Rawley,” Mojo held up your wedding ring and began to slide it on your finger, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The proof is on your left hand.” You glanced down and watched the twinkle on your finger. “Now, if that’s not enough, perhaps I could try a more… hands on approach?” A grin broke out across his face and he wiggled his eyebrows.

You barely had time to nod yes before he was pulling down your sweats and underwear. He stood and slid his hands across your skin up under his shirt; his fingers playing with your nipples on the way up. Mojo’s eyes flashed once you were completely bare to him. He joined you on the bed, hovering over you and kissing across your collarbone. He kissed up the side of your neck and over the shell of your ear.

“Mine. Stunning. Incredible,” he hummed. Mojo kissed across the tops of your cheeks and up to your eyelids closed in bliss. Then he kissed his way down your nose, licking the tip to make you giggle before pressing his lips to yours. He kept moving against you, working his tongue past your lips, stealing your breath till he had to break for oxygen himself.

“Breathtaking,” he panted. Again, Mojo kissed down to the swell of your breasts, but he also began to knead your flesh. He alternated spidering his fingers across your heated skin and gripping it tightly. Touching every lump and roll like it was the first time learning them. He stopped as you covered your mouth to dampen a hickuped sob. “I’ve got you, Y/N.” He leaned up to kiss away fresh tears, then continued to move down your body. He kissed above your mound then rolled onto his back.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Your heart leapt into your throat as he curled a finger at you.

“I want to eat you out. Please?”

Nervously you came to rest on your knees but stopped before mounting his face. He silenced your worried questioning by kissing your knuckles and across your palm until you were distracted enough for him to pull your leg across his face. You shivered as he blew cold air across your lower lips. You gripped the headboard tightly and let out a moan as he licked quickly up your slit. He chuckled into you as you softly cursed, then began to suck and lick at you till your vision was blurry. Mojo lightly scrapped his teeth across your clit, laughing opening as you jolted forward.

“You taste so good, baby.” He sucked hard on your clit, making you shout. “Sound so good too. Get ready to get loud, honey.” You tried to breath deep to prepare, but it wasn’t enough as he pushed a finger into your heat and began to work in and out of you. Shortly after he added another digit and used his thumb to play with your clit as he lapped up your gushing pleasure. “That’s it, baby, soak my face. You taste so sweet. So wonderful.” He hummed into you and moved his thumb in fast, circular motions. You screamed till it felt like your lungs would burst as you came. Mojo’s loud slurping was barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears. He was grinning as you moved off him and collapsed onto the pillows.

“Believe that I’m on the Y/N train yet?” he asked. He rubbed up and down your arm when you didn’t answer immediately. “Let me try again?” How could you refuse his smiling face, especially when it was glistening with your slick?

Mojo nearly fell off the bed getting his pants off as you spread your legs. He was kneeling between them in a second, his length bobbing up against his stomach and leaking precum. He sank into you with a mangled groan, mirroring your own sigh of pleasure. It didn’t matter how many times you had made love (i.e. frequently), the stretch of him was the blissful burn you couldn’t live without. He started agonizingly slow, easing you into the feel of him. His hips stuttered as your walls fluttered around his length. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any more and slammed home, making you both shout. He brought your legs up over his shoulders, driving deeper into you as your body broke out with a sheen of sweat. His body glistened as well in the dim light of the hotel lamp.

You whimpered as Mojo suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty. He flipped you over him and guided you to sink onto his cock. Then his pace began anew. His hands gripped your hips, digging into your flesh and squeezing, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. The new angle gave him access to your sweet spot. Your cries heightened in pitch as he continued to hit it with pin-point accuracy. You fell forward to brace yourself on his toned chest, helpless to keep your fingers from curling and leaving small red streaks.

“That’s it, baby. Mark me. I’m yours as much as you are mine. Hold nothing back.” With one hand he reached back and grabbed the meat of your ass, kneading it and rolling it in his hands.  With the other he reached up and grabbed your breast, twisting your nipple and squeezing. “I love it when you’re above me. I can see all of wonderful you and touch every inch of you even as I fuck you. My favorite bit is when you shiver over me when you come. Your perfect lips moaning, and your back arching. Come for me, Y/N. Come.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you tumbled in every way he had described. The orgasm shuddered from your toes all the way to the tips of your fingers, vibrating through you like lightning. Your muscles tightened and your back arched, taking Mojo deeper and pulling him into his own release. All the air in the room didn’t feel like enough as your lax mouth sucked in as much as it could find. Mojo’s ropes of cum sent further shivers down your spine. You finally fell to your side of the bed, completely spent and fully loved.

You felt the dip in the bed as Mojo left for a moment; you were asleep before he came back with a warm washcloth. With a chuckle you didn’t hear, he cleaned you up and left a glass of water on your nightstand. He pulled up the covers over the both of you, hovering over your form for another second as he watched you sleep with a small smile on your face.

“You’re my everything, Y/N. My hype, my life, my world. I’m going to tell you again when you’re awake. And again before you go to sleep. And every morning and night after that because I love you just the way you are because that’s all you need to be: you. I love you, Y/N.”

He ran a finger down your nose and kissed it. After turning off the light, he snuggled up behind you and fell asleep, breathing in tandem with you.

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