Chapter Text
“This game is fucking impossible!” I yelled out to no one. The house was empty, Rhea was still on her way home from the Performance Center where she was shooting some promo pictures.
Well, also, she was on my TV. Our TV.
And I couldn’t fucking beat her.
It was part of the WWE 2k24 story mode to beat Rhea Ripley in an ambulance match. Easy enough, a task that’s not too deep into the story. I immediately thought that was bullshit, as I just wanted to be her tag team partner for the whole game…
But alas, I had to somehow manage to beat the highest ranked woman of all the game’s AI. Great.
I beat the ever loving shit out of my girlfriend in this video game, and she just would not stay in the ambulance. Her health was zero, her body was destroyed, yet she still broke her way through the ambulance doors before I could shut them.
After the seventh unsuccessful shutting of the doors, I paused the game and shrieked in frustration, covering my face with my hands.
After a few deep breaths I hit play again to continue my brutal assault on my loving girlfriend, swearing at the screen as I did.
“Jesus, what are you yelling at?” Rhea’s voice called from the front door. I heard the scrambling of the dog’s paws against the hardwood floor as I button mashed my controller.
“I can’t beat you to save my fucking life!” I exclaimed back to her, executing a quick German suplex and letting out a gasp at my successful move.
“What?” Rhea said as she stepped into the room, and when she finally saw the TV, she sighed, “Ah…”
“No, no, no!” I whined when the video game version of her hit me with a riptide and shoved me into the ambulance beside the ring.
I tried my hardest to hit the buttons on the controller to fight against my AI girlfriend, but she closed both the ambulance doors, and the game acknowledged my defeat.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, tossing the controller beside me on the couch so I didn’t throw it across the room.
When I turned to face Rhea, she was looking at me with an amused expression on her face.
My frustration suddenly eased a little when I noticed she was still wearing her makeup from the promo shoot. Purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black lipstick, fake eyelashes, and her hair was perfectly curled above her shoulders.
She looked absolutely beautiful.
“You’ve fogged up the windows with your tantrum,” She pointed at the sliding glass door to our backyard.
I looked over to it and sure enough the glass was fogged up and the only thing I could see was the glow of lights we had up out there.
“That’s just the humidity,” I told her with a scowl, “Why do you have to be so good at wrestling, huh?”
She chuckled and found her way beside me on the couch, “You’re fighting me, huh?” Her hand reached up to twirl a strand of my hair, “Did I forget to do the dishes or something?”
“No, it's part of the story mode. And it’s impossible to beat the highest ranked wrestler, so I don’t understand why-”
“If you beat me this next go, I’ll fuck you with the strap-on,” Rhea cut me off.
I looked at her wide eyed. She had an entertained smile on her pretty face.
“You just want to make this next attempt and its subsequent failure hurt even more, right?” I pouted, but my cheeks were a little hot.
“No, I’m just hoping maybe a little bit of incentive would help. Go on, hit restart.” She grabbed the controller and placed it in my hands.
“Deal,” I told her, focusing back on the screen. I hit a few buttons, opening the settings menu.
“What are you doing?” Rhea asked, tugging on the piece of hair she’d had between her fingers.
“Nothing,” I said, actively lowering the difficulty of ambulance matches. If Rhea realized what I was doing, she didn’t say anything.
She watched in silence as I beat the everloving shit out of her video game character, tossed her into the ambulance, and shut both doors. After lowering the difficulty, I finished the match in exactly four minutes.
The game celebrated my victory, and I turned to Rhea with a big smile.
“You cheated,” Rhea said, looking at me with her own smile.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
Rhea shrugged, realizing my logic. The hand she had in my hair slid to the back of my head, and she pulled me to her lips.
She tasted like lipstick, and I adored that waxy, minty taste of her black painted lips.It was a familiar dance as we climbed up from the couch, and I think Rhea turned off the Xbox I had been using which definitely didn’t save the game’s progress, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as her tongue slipped into my mouth in a teasing movement.
The climb up the stairs was halted briefly when she pushed me against the wall, kissed and bit at the left side of my neck like some sort of vampire. I was certain she was leaving marks across my skin as her hands wandered across my back and ass.
“C’mon baby,” I pleaded, but kept my hands weaved into her hair, halting her from removing her mouth from my neck.
Before long, we were in the bedroom, clothes scattered along the hallways and stairs, and I definitely hit Barry in the head with my t-shirt but he just jumped around like it was a game before Rhea closed the bedroom door in front of his face.
Her grip was rough as Rhea grabbed me by the hips, stopping in me mid-way between the door and the bed. I watched as she crouched to her knees, her blue eyes, covered with dark makeup, looked up at me with that hungry look she loved to give me.
I was down to just my panties at that point, and she gripped at the waistband of them with both hands. She pulled them down, her eyes drawn now to the skin she was revealing as the pair got pulled down my legs.
She practically moaned at the sight of my pussy, and I watched her literally swallow as she admired me. Her hands slid up the outside of my thighs, scratched down the back of my ass, and then used that placement to pull me to her. She had just enough room to tongue at my folds, licking through me with enough force that I had to grip into her head to keep steady.
Rhea moaned against me, pushing against my ass as if she could get closer to me. She barely focused on my clit, mostly spending time sucking on my wetness and tonguing at my entrance.
“ Please,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
Rhea retreated, and I relished in the idea of her lipstick being smeared down between my thighs. Who cares if I get a UTI- it would be worth it.
Rhea rose to her feet, her hand grabbed mine and she pulled me to the bed.
“Hands and knees, princess,” She said, her voice a little less demanding than I thought it would be.
As I did what she said, I reminded her, “Make sure you grab the shorter one, baby.”
Rhea didn’t respond, but I knew she listened. She knew the difference between my genuine needs and my fake demands during foreplay and sex.
I could hear her putting on the strapon harness, and I tried to turn my head to watch her without hurting my neck. I could only see her ass, which really wasn’t that disappointing of a view.
A few moments later, Rhea came over to the bed, and her hand rested on my lower back. I arched my back a little more at her touch, and I heard her let out a low chuckle.
“Good,” She said, her hand carefully kneading into my back before she asked, “What’s the word for hard stop?”
“Red.” I told her, like I was reciting a poem I knew by heart.
“What’s the word to take a break?” She asked, her hand still rubbing my back.
“Yellow.”
“Good… What’s the word for keep going?”
“Green.”
Rhea’s hand came down onto my ass, and it made me jump. She then placed a kiss on that ass cheek, and it made me blush knowing there was likely a lipstick mark there. “Good girl.”
“Please, Mami,” I pleaded, and I heard her deep laugh as she got herself situated behind me. I felt the head of the strap-on slip between my folds, and I took in a shaky breath to prepare for her to put it in.
I exhaled slowly as the length of the strap-on pushed into me. The stretch was always good, as was the murmurs of praise or delighted groan that Rhea always let out as she watched herself slip into me. I knew it wasn’t a real appendage attached to her, but sometimes I wasn’t sure Rhea knew. The only reason I didn’t like being on my hands and knees was that I adored watching her face, seeing the way Rhea bit her lip, the way her eyes appeared hooded, the part of her lips once she started exerting more energy.
But then again, the way her hands gripped my ass like she got real pleasure out of just touching my body was satisfying as well.
We were at the point now where she didn’t have to ask me if I was ready for her to keep going, she just began moving her hips, the dildo sliding out of my slowly before she pushed it back in. Rhea started a steady rhythm, the sound of skin lightly hitting skin started to fill the room as Rhea gripped my hips to pull me to her.
A few minutes like that and we were both panting hard. I needed some clitoral stimulation to get anywhere else, and Rhea must’ve known that because she pulled out at almost the exact moment that I was about to ask her to.
The maneuver onto my back was practiced and smooth, and Rhea wasted no time slipping back into me. The new view was fucking excellent. I could tell right away by the way Rhea was biting her lip that she was feeling it. The angle must’ve been just right because I was able to just watch her fuck me, more of a grinding motion than anything else, and there were soft gasps and moans falling from her lipstick-smeared lips.
Rhea didn’t stop fucking me through her orgasm. I knew she was cumming by that pretty sound she made, the same pretty sound she made every time she came on my fingers or tongue. She just kept going, kept fucking me until I was cumming too.
My moans were louder than hers, and her grip on my hips didn’t let up even after she was done grinding through her orgasm. Pleasure crested and fell, and though the orgasm wasn’t the best in the world, it was still enough to make my legs shake around Rhea’s hips as I came down from my high.
“Keep cumming baby,” Rhea’s voice was deep, and she licked her bottom lip. Now recovered from her own orgasm, she was putting more effort into thrusting into me harder.
My eyes rolled back as the waves of pleasure kept coming. If anything, they just changed to something else, the pleasure from orgasm morphing into the pleasure of being fucked so hard.
“Eyes on me,” She said, and when I forced my vision to focus, the sight of Rhea pounding into me was enough to make me moan out. Her muscular arms were covered in a layer of sweat, her thighs were holding her up strong and sturdy… Her hair was wild, just begging to be tugged on some more. Her lipstick had faded so badly it was almost gone, except for the smudges all over her chin. The metal bars through her nipples shimmered against the low light in the room, and her stomach muscles rippled in a way that didn’t seem human. Fuck, she looked like a vision.
“Please, please…” I whimpered, fighting against the urge to throw my head back.
“Please what, baby?” Rhea asked, her hand coming up to pull my face back down so she could see it, “You’ve always got such good manners when I’m fucking you like this,” She chuckled deep, smooth, and oh so sexy, “Tell me, what are you asking for so politely?”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for. It just felt so good, Rhea’s strong legs against mine, her hand firmly pressing into my hip. “I- I don’t…” I cut myself off with another moan, my head falling back without my control.
“Aww… Is Mami fucking you senseless?”
If I had any sense left, it was certainly gone after she said that and proceeded to wrap her hand around my neck. I knew damn well she was using maybe 10% of her actual strength to squeeze my neck, but the feeling was still enough to make me choke out a moan.
Rhea had strength and stamina, I knew that all too well. But she had been fucking me for at least twenty minutes now, with breaks only to change positions.
I reached up and put a hand over hers, and carefully pulled it away from my neck. Rhea must’ve known I was serious because I was using my full strength to do it, and she removed her hand from my throat.
She slowed down the thrusting of her hips until she was stopped, and the only noise left in the room was the two of us panting.
“Yellow,” I said through my gasps for air. I laughed as I said it, and Rhea did too.
“Want me to pull out?” She asked, still smiling.
I nodded, “Yeah, it’ll feel good when you put it back in.”
“You okay?” Rhea asked before slowly pulling out of me. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately missed the feeling of her body against the back of my thighs as she fully backed away from me. It took maybe a second for her to crawl over beside me and into my arms.
We were both panting and I pulled her to me, and nodded, “I’m good, just wanted to give you a break.”
Rhea leaned up from where her head was resting on my shoulder, and kissed at my neck a few times. “I wasn’t even tired yet.” She grumbled against my neck. Her head bumped my jaw, and I could feel the sweat that was sticking her hair to her forehead.
“Sure,” I chuckled as I pushed the sweaty hair off of her forehead. I placed a kiss on her forehead, and she quickly ducked her head back down to my neck to attach her lips to the sensitive skin there. I knew she was placing another hickey along with the few she had left earlier.
After a few moments, she pulled away to kiss me on the lips, her tongue touching mine briefly before she smiled against my lips.
“I fully came earlier,” She said against my lips, “Right after I flipped you over,”
I reached up to hold her face with one hand, and I grinned, “I know. It was fucking hot.”
She kissed me again, soft and slow.
“I fuckin’ love you,” She whispered, her blue eyes looking into mine. Despite the makeup and fake eyelashes masking the face I know and love, it was still my girl looking down at me with such love and adoration.
“I love you too.”