Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT
Word Count: 335 (ending 2)
Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again
“How you doin’, baby girl?”
“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”
The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.
“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”
Seth smirked back.
You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.
“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.
The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”
“So?”
“You’re mine again. Right?”
You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”
He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”
“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”
Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“
You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.
“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”
“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”
He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”
“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”
He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”
“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”
The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.
Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff
Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)
Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!
Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”
He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“
“No, she wouldn’t.”
You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“
“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“
“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”
Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.
Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“
“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.
“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”
You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”
He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”
“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.
Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.
“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”
“Do you mind if I ride with you?”
You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.
“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”
Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”
“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”
When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.
No.
It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.
After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.
“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”
When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.
“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”
His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.
One more night? One more goodbye.
“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”
Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”
“No.”
Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.
Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?
He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.
Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.
Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.
Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.
You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.
It only took a few thrusts.
Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.
“How you doin’, baby girl?”
“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”
The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.
“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”
Seth smirked back.
You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.
“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.
You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.
If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.
Prompt: “If you have time, maybe where you and Seth are broken up, he starts bringing other girls to the bar where you’re out with the roster and Finn Balor or Dolph Ziggler try to cheer you up, but this makes Seth mad (bc he actually misses you and is only with the girls bc he doesn’t want to seem lame/upset) and confronts them but you pull him away and he admits he loves you still. Only if you have time though! You’re the best gf x” – @insearchofsunlight
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader
Warnings/Promises: alcohol, Seth being an asshole, language, handsy bonus jerk, ANGST, SMUT
Word Count: 2370
Note: I hope this helps you out, sweetie. Wrote this in two sittings today, so please forgive any typos. There will be another Seth Rollins fic in a few weeks (Jealous Seth) so let me know if any of you would like to join the tag list for that. Any and all feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!
“Ya need ta get out.” Finn opened your door and helped you out of the car. Some of the other wrestlers went ahead of you two. “T’ree weeks you’ve been cooped up in whatever hotel room. You’re goin’ stir crazy an’ it shows. One night on the town, then you can keep ignorin’ me.” He opened the door to the bar and ushered you in. “It’s a small place, out of ta way. Found it by accident the last time we were in town.”
You giggled. “You mean that night we actually all made time to go out together and then you never showed? Seth didn’t let you live it down for a month.” He laughed with you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. When your face fell he laced your arm into his.
“None of that. Not tonight. Tonight, we are going to try the house specials. Maybe you’ll get me tipsy enough and I’ll dance a little.”
“Oooh,” you whistled. “Challenge accepted.” Still, just mentioning Seth’s name had punched you in the gut. It had been almost a month, but you couldn’t help but try to wonder what went wrong. Was that it, after all the flowers and boyish shyness? Did he miss you? Was he suddenly getting bored with you? No. Stop it, Y/N. Have a drink. Have several.
Forget Seth Rollins.
Several house specials later you realized how hard that was going to be. The door opened and two beautiful women with bright smiles bounced in. Behind them, Seth followed them and led them to a booth. He whispered something to one woman, making her laugh. She took his hand and twirled under his arm. They slid into the booth and Seth motioned for some service. Then he saw you.
His gaze twisted like a dagger in your chest.
Finn stopped mid-sentence when you stopped engaging. He turned to follow your line of sight. You heard him sigh, and the ice in his glass clink against one another as he swirled the liquid around. He tapped your shoulder. You turned back to your drink. “Do ya want me to flirt with ya, talk to ‘im, none of the above? What’s the plan?” Finn said, finishing off his drink. He finished yours too, to keep you the more sober one between you.
“None of the above. You’re not going to be able to get through to him, and flirting will probably just make it worse. Can you order me another drink? I’ll be back in a second.” You needed a quick minute to yourself, so you hurried off to the bathroom hallway to catch your breath.
Seth saw you leave and left the booth for Finn. “What are you doing?’ he whispered harshly. “She doesn’t need another drink.”
“Why should you care? Don’t you have other people to watch out for?” Finn nodded to the two girls who giggled and waved at them. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’s getting nothing but Shirley Temples for the rest of the night. Can’t blame her for wanting the hard stuff though,” he finished with a grumble.
With a scowl, Seth growled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Finn turned to face him. “Since when are you this much of an arse to Y/N? Even durin’ your Authority days, you would ‘ave never did this to her.” He cut off, seeing the pained look on his friend’s face. “Go have your fun. Before Y/N gets back. You’ve done enough ‘ere.”
He did leave, though he hesitated to slide into the booth. The girls looked past him and he followed their gaze. You had come back out into the bar. The tops of your cheeks were puffy and your make-up was fresh. He groaned, mentally kicking himself.
“A Shirley Temple, seriously?” Still, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Thanks.” The sweet mixture tickled your nose compared to your former drinks. It was just what you needed. After another, the sugar high made you jittery. Made you want to dance. It wasn’t Finn’s thing, but he promised to keep an eye on you from the bar. You sang him a “you don’t know what you’re missing” over your shoulder, then let the music take you away.
It pulsed and throbbed. The dancing space wasn’t large, and the DJ looked a little young, but you didn’t care. The music filled you. Flowed through you. Washed away weeks of torment. Then again, maybe you’d been listening to Elias too much. A small bachelorette group welcomed you into their fold. All smiles and giddy laughter, you found yourself soaring with them.
“Hey, pretty lady.” Large hands landed on your hips and a pelvis ground into you. You turned to see a tall good-looking man smiling down at you.
“Sorry, dude. Any other night you’d be a maybe.” You removed his hands to end the conversation.
He put his hands back on your hips and pulled your pelvises together. “Wait a second. Don’t you want to get to know me before giving me the brush off?”
With a sarcastic cock of your head, you hummed. “No… not really. Have a great rest of your night.” You removed his hands again. Walking away from the floor, you heard his heavy step behind you. When you turned, you jumped. He was really close to you.
“Can I at least get your number? For that ‘any other night’ you mentioned?”
“She said back off, pal.” Seth pushed through the last layer of people and pushed you behind himself. “Or can’t you take a hint?” Any other night, you would have interjected something sassy. Right now didn’t feel like the time.
The man looked past Seth to you. “You with him?”
You nodded. “More than I am with you.” For a second your heart froze. What if he didn’t leave? You curled your fingers into Seth’s shirt, letting him know your position if something started. You let go of the air you’d been holding as the man turned. He walked away, muttering under his breath. You let go of Seth’s shirt.
“Are you okay?”
Nope. Not tonight. Not for weeks. “Where are your ladies?”
“In a cab on their way home. You’re welcome for saving you from that jerk, by the way.” Seth crossed his arms over his chest. You hated how his muscles straining through the sleeves made your chest tighten.
“Ha. Like I would thank you for anything.” You tried to move around him, but his hand landed lightly on your shoulder.
“Wait, please.” His eyes, warm and hopeful, pleaded with yours. “We need to talk. I’m sor-”
“Y/N?” Finn hurried up, skidding to a stop. “Are you okay? Saw the guy an’ I couldn’t… hello Seth.” He flicked his eyes between you. “Y/N?”
You and Seth stared at each other. His body was tenser than when the other guy was there. You guessed he wasn’t used to not getting to save the day. “We’re good,” you finally said. “Though you might want to avoid a large man in a Def Leopard shirt. He’s the real threat at the moment.”
“I doubt that.” Finn left with a nod and one last glare in Seth’s direction.
Seth caught you as you wobbled on your feet. “You need to go to sleep. I’ll call you a cab.”
The soft buzz in your system decided to hit you all at once, spiking the talkative version of yourself. “What? Like your dates? No thanks. I’ll call my own cab.” You looked around, the room suddenly fuzzy. “Once I find a door.”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll follow you.”
***
Your hotel room door whirred, and you stumbled in. Whatever that last special had been, it really liked the sugar of your Shirley Temples. And you liked it. You liked your room. Your bed. With a smile you fell onto it, giggling as you bounced. So comfy.
“Maybe this conversation should wait ‘til the morning.” Seth picked at the hem of his shirt and turned to leave.
“Don’t take another step.” You rolled onto your back. “It’s just a sugar rush. Anything you say I am going to remember forever. And you better hurry before it wears off. The crash is going to be deep. So,” you sat up and curled your feet under, giving your undivided attention, “go.”
Again his Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed to do that a lot around you. “I didn’t mean… the girls… Y/N I’m sorry.” He puffed like he’d been holding that back for a while. “When we broke up, I thought that’s what I wanted. I thought that’s what you wanted. And maybe you do. I can leave you alone if that’s true, but I need to-“ he groaned. Under his breath, he muttered something like, “this is a disaster.”
At least he was trying. You waited patiently for him to continue.
“Those girls stayed after for autographs and suggested the bar. I’ve been trying to move on instead of staying cooped up in my room or Crossfitting myself to death, so I said yes. If I had seen you sooner I would have left. But we were sitting down, and it wasn’t fair to them. None of this has been fair to you. And then that jerk put his hands on you.” Seth growled. “Wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finn wasn’t around, so I swooped in. For a second I forgot I wasn’t yours. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He slumped against the wall. Spent.
“Any other night I would have told you to fuck off.”
“And I would of. If you’d asked.” He swallowed. “Why didn’t you?”
Dammit. Why did he have to ask that?
“I don’t know. The monster I knew staring down the monster I didn’t? There wasn’t much of a choice. And the demon was a bit late.” Your cheek twitched with an almost smile. “Maybe because I wanted you to save me. Like you did the first time. For old time’s sake.”
He nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ve done that. Said my peace. I’ve been a… monster. A jerk at least. And an asshole. You deserve so much better than me. Do you want me to leave now?”
Yes. Hell yes. Maybe. No. Not really. Maybe you did deserve better, but what did you need?
“Y/N?”
“Please-“
Seth turned to leave.
“Please don’t go.” You moved off the bed and stepped close enough to wrap your arms around his waist. He tensed under your touch. Sucked in a harsh breath when you loosened your grip. He had been trying to move on. This wasn’t what he wanted. Face hot with shame and tears you refused to let fall, you moved to step away.
His arms wrapping around your waist stopped you. “Y/N…” His eyes searched your face, dropping to your lips. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips. He seemed frozen. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you again. He leaned into your hand on his cheek.
You bounced to your tip-toes, pressing your lips to his. Waiting.
He devoured you. Tongue exploring. Hungry moans. Teeth occasionally clacking together. Seth’s grip tightened around you. Like he never wanted to let go.
His onslaught paused with a gasp as you distracted him. Your hands slid over the front of his pants and over the bulge. The belt jingled and the fabric hissed as you helped him shimmy out of them. While he kicked off his shoes, you did the same with your pants. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes before capturing your mouth again. Soon he had guided you back towards the bed where the mattress bumped into the back of your legs.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
You fell back with him on top of you. He kicked your legs open so he could slide a thigh between them. Messily, he began to kiss across your face and down to the crook of your neck. You shivered. His hands spread over your breasts, teasing your nipples into peaks. All the while you couldn’t close your legs for relief.
“I’m coming, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”
There wasn’t much he was going to have to do. His roaming fingers found you slick and sensitive already. You arched further towards his mouth as his fingers found your clit next. He knew you; knew every part of you. The spot hidden on your neck that made you hiss. Which breast was more sensitive to squeezing. How to scissor you open and how to curl. What to murmur against your skin to make you moan and whimper.
“Hold nothing back. This is all for you.”
Your nails raked down his biceps as you came. Knowing him, the night had barely started, and your eyelids were already drooping.
“Seth,” you gasped. You palmed at his length, urging him to you. “Need you.”
He did as you wished, shifting to stand between your legs. He watched with wide, dark eyes as your head fell back in bliss. You gave a soft whimper when he bottomed out. A quiet cry when you needed him to move. And a rasped shout when he slowly pulled out, just to slam home. He pushed further for a second, making sure to fill you completely. Then he began again. Over and over he made you shudder. You clawed down his back. There wasn’t space for a penny between your bodies. He twisted his hips, finding the spot that blurred your vision.
“Cum for me baby, please.” He reached down for your clit, stroking it until your walls seized his cock. “That’s it,” he cooed, stroking your hip, “I’ve got you.”
You could tell he was almost there himself. But something was holding him back. You pulled his face close enough that you could whisper.
“I forgive you.”
He gave a shout. You arched into the mini orgasm that his release caused.
When you both finally had better control of your muscles, you eased into the sheets. Seth pulled you close. The kiss was sweet. And thankful.
“I don’t know why you said that. Why you forgive me. All those nights I tried to call to say something. To-“
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