Decided to take a break from my OC universe and write a one shot featuring Sasha and Roman. Just a one shot inspired by...them standing on stage beside each other Monday night...lol.

I love my husband...

I really do...

He's my best friend(sorry Bayley, male bestfriend I mean)...

He understands me...

He's been with me as a struggling and socially awkward (I still am) girl with big dreams...

We are compatible in every way...except sexually.

The sex is unfulfilling and I'm afraid to tell him out of fear that it'll hurt his feelings. He gets enough heat from jealous fanboys about not being good enough for me. Imagine the dagger to the heart he'll feel if I told him that he's inadequate in bed. It was okay when I met him at 18 because he being my first, I didn't know any better and I loved him but now I'm a woman at 26. I'm annoyed with coddling him. He asks me if I came and I say, "yes." He asks me if it's good and I say, "of course." He asks me if I like this big dick...I nod, confused. 0_o, we both know he doesn't have a big dick. But alas, he's the only man I've ever had and glancing down at the ring on my left hand, he's the only man I'll ever have.

When I walk into the locker room, I notice that all of the women from both brands are present. Whatever the announcement tonight is, it has to be big.

"What do you think it is?" Bayley asked as they changed into their gear.

"I don't know, I'm thinking tag-titles," Sasha shrugged.

As I walk around backstage, I keep either running into or making eye contact with Roman. I've always thought he was sexy and I've had more than a few fangirl moments over him when I was in NXT while he was with The Shield. I was giddy af when we tagged together that time. We've run into each other way to many times today and now I can't stop daydreaming about him. I think I'm ovulating. Ovulating is pure torture when your sex life is subpar. I wonder what Roman's sex life is life. His wife is lucky. I've never heard any whisperings in the women's locker room because he keeps it professional when it comes to us but I feel like he's hiding a monster in those black cargo pants and the way he flicks his tongue? If he isn't a freak, that's blatant false advertising.

About 15 minutes to we went live for Raw, we were told to file out onto the ramp. I took my place on the front row and Roman took his place beside me. This wasn't the first time we stood out here beside each other but this was the first time I actually wanted to fuck him.

He rotates his shoulders which causes his big arms to brush against me. I shiver. It's like the nerves in my skin had a direct line to my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together and feel wetness. I feel him staring down at me because the entire right side of my face felt hot af and my lips are on fire. I stared at the ring in front of me and imagine he and I giving the members of the WWE Universe a Rated-X show. It felt so real and had my pussy soaked. I started sweating and I wondered if he felt the vibe too because it was strong.

Mr. McMahon came out which told me that shit was real. RAW went live and Triple H and Stephanie praised us which brought tears to my eyes. My heart was pounding with anticipation when they asked the women's division to step forward.

The big reveal was an all women's pay per view, Evolution. Yet another step in the right direction. I think it's going to be a good one since creative has incentive to try. If only we could get equal pay...but I'll save that gripe for another story. I hope I have a feud with a legend, maybe Trish. I don't care as long as I have some actual direction going into the event. Unless I'm drafted to Smackdown, I've lost hope for another Raw reign in the near future with Alexa and Ronda running around. It seems as if creative has no direction for me. They also have no direction for Bayley. So logically they'd put us together to have no direction together. Bayley is my best friend so I don't mind but the only way I'll be satisfied with this cop out is if they introduce tag titles.

I had a tag match with Bayley and we reunited as besties...for now.

After the show I run into Roman yet again.

"Congrats on the pay per view," he smiled. "You girls really deserve it."

I smiled in return. Roman was a really sweet guy, almost like a giant Samoan teddy bear. I knew what he said was genuine because that's just the person he is. I've never heard him say anything negative, even about the fans who boo him. There were some guys back here who could give a damn about the women's division but fake it to avoid looking like misogynistic pricks. He wasn't one of them.

"Thank you so much. I'm getting chills just thinking about it. Is it October yet?" my voice faltered as I began getting emotional all over again thinking about it.

To my surprise Roman dropped the duffel bag he was carrying and pulled me in for a hug. I cling to him and his strong hands consoled my back, rubbing up and down. Through his black shirt, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Being this close to him, having myself enclosed in his arms and breathing in his scent made my pussy ache for him. I was shook.

When I adjusted myself in his arms I accidentally rubbed my crotch against his. There was a bump and I instinctively jumped back.

"You alright?" he asked.

I couldn't make eye contact with him. I nodded and began rolling my bag away. "Yeah, I'm fine."

How embarrassing. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that the feeling wasn't one sided judging by his erection. Damn, I sighed, imagining his soft plump lips on my soft plump lips...the other set. Shaking my head, I try to get the thoughts out of my head. Sure Mizake isn't Roman but that's okay because he's the love of my life and that's all that mattered. He was a good, supportive man and deserved my loyalty to him and our vows.

"Sasha?" he calls out but I don't stop walking. I hear his footsteps jogging up behind me.

He cuts me off from the front and extends his hand. I raise a brow. It was custom to shake hands of everyone you cross paths with upon arrival but upon leaving? Nah. Maybe this was his way of saying everything was cool after what just happened so I reach my sweaty palm out to meet his. There was something in his hand and he pressed it into mine. He winked before walking away. I looked down at a key card in my hand.

My husband wasn't on the road with me this week so I slide in the car with Bayley and we head to the hotel.

"Why are you so quiet?" she asks.

"Just thinking," I reply.

I tossed and turned in bed all night. My mind was gone and at 2 AM I found myself sliding his key card in the lock. He was sitting in the bed scrolling on his phone. I don't know if he was waiting on me or if he too had insomnia. I didn't think he noticed me and I almost backed away until his eyes suddenly snapped up.

"You're late," Roman commented simply in a calm low voice. "What's up?"

"You tell me."

He pats a spot on the bed next to him and my stupid legs carried me forward. I picked a spot at the foot of the bed to plant myself. Chuckling, he pats the original spot next to him again.

"You know I'm married, right?" I said holding up my left hand.

"So am I," he held up his left hand in return.

"Look, I don't cheat on my husband and I won't help another man cheat on his wife. Point, blank, period!" I declared.

"Then why are you here at 2:00 AM? You could've easily stayed in your room and we could've forgotten this happened."

"Because I wanted to give this back to you," I said, holding out his key card. As he grabbed it, his fingers brushed mine sending shivers down my spine and I felt a jolt of desire pass through us.

He held my gaze for a moment before leaning himself back against the headboard. "I think you came to me because you're sexually frustrated."

"Excuse me, what?"

"It's obvious, Sasha. You turned a simple hug into a damn near dry humping session. Does that sound like someone sexually fulfilled to you?" he inquired. "That's probably why you go so hard in the ring. You have to release that pent up energy some kind of way."

"Or maybe I'm just the best at what I do," I counter.

"No argument there but I notice you didn't deny the frustration part," he pointed out. "I know you're attracted to me and I'm attracted to you."

"You are?" I looked up at him in shock. He was always nice to me but I never thought it was anything more than that.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked. "I just never made any moves because it's not in my nature to shit where I eat. Plus, I was also being respectful of your marriage but if the guy isn't doing what he's supposed to be doing, why shouldn't I step up?"

"Uhm, I don't, maybe because it's wrong!" I state. "You're attracted to me, I'm attracted to you. That's fine but acting on it is crossing the line."

"The only line I'm thinking about is the one leading me from your clit to your slit," he licked his lips and I almost fainted at the thought. Once again, he pats the spot on the bed next to him.

This time I went. Was I really doing this? Thoughts were swirling through my head as I crawled forward. I don't want to cheat on Mizake but I also didn't want to let this opportunity pass me by.

I don't know which one of us leaned forward first but what I do know is our lips met in the middle. His lips were soft but firm with a sense of power as they coaxed my lips apart to tease me with his tongue. His tongue entered my mouth and he flicked it, giving me a preview of what was to come. He began pulling at my muscle shirt and I assisted, disconnecting the kiss to get the piece of fabric over my head.

He slowly kissed down my neck stopping at my left nipple and rolling his tongue over it. He bit it softly and I moaned in pleasure. Roman's head bobbed down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue lingered over it, teasing it. I let out a tiny whimper. My body began to shudder.

As he continued his assault on my nipples, he reached down and began fingering me slowly. I was soaked. Disconnecting from my chest he spread my legs apart and stared at my vagina. I thought I would've been uncomfortable with it and in the beginning I am but I start playing with myself while watching his reaction. Roman sat up on his knees and lowered his pajama pants and I finally got a glimpse at it. It was perfect, thick, long, veiny but not disgustingly so. He slowly rubbed himself to me doing the same. When I was near climax and my thighs began twitching, he slapped away my hands and dipped his head down.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as his tongue flattened against my clit. As promised he licked a line from my clit down to my slit and back again. My back arched and I could feel him smirk as he took his hand and pushed my pelvis flat. This was the moment I knew I fucked up letting him taste me. He grabbed my legs and positioned them over his shoulders as he went to work. He wasn't just paying attention to my clit, he attacked my entire pussy with complete vigor. He sucked and licked my lips, he fingered me as my juices flowed while simultaneously tongue kissing my clit. This felt like the sweetest torture I've ever had.

I whined when he ejected his fingers but my disappointment was short lived when he replaced it with his tongue. You could hear the smacking as he bobbed in and out of me. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me and I panted as my body exploded all at once, shaking in orgasm. I was actually scared for Roman because during this, my pussy tightened with convulsions on his tongue, locking it in there. Roman licked up and swallowed all of my juices. When I came down from my high, he rested his head in my pussy and nuzzled it sending little aftershocks waves over me.

Roman hovered above my body with his cock dangling between his legs. Shame arose from allowing myself to end up here spread wide and waiting in front of another man. I turned my head. He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes as he held his dick at my entrance. "Tell me you want this dick."

My pride wanted me to get up, put my clothes back on and walk back to my room but my body was like, "yes, I want it."

I took him all the way on his first thrust. It was an adjustment for sure since he had a couple of inches on Mizake. His strokes were long, deep and measured. He quickly gained speed and depth, hitting all the right spots. I gasped when he made contact with g-spot. That was all he needed to hear as he gave me deliberate thrusts in the same direction. It didn't take long before I felt a tingling sensation spread throughout my body and knew I was about to cum. My pussy started contracting around his dick as I bit down into my lip to keep from screaming.

Roman leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Yeah, you didn't even want to fuck me but look how I have this pussy acting."

It felt so wrong, so right, so bad, so good all at the same time. No matter how much I tried to relax while pinned to the bed with my knees at the side of my head underneath him, no matter how I tried keeping my breathe synchronized with his deep strokes, no matter how I tried scratching, grabbing, biting and screaming for mercy hoping that he'd slow down for a while for me to regain my composure, no matter how I tried to firm my ass while he was smacked it with one hand, while holding my hip with the other from the back..he was served me divine dick for the next 40 minutes.

It's like I'm having so much pleasure that my brain feels like it can't take anymore and I need this to end soon but at the same damn time I'm dreading the fact that eventually Roman is going to come and it has no choice but to end. Tomorrow he'll fly back to his wife and children. I'll fly back to my husband.

It was pure pleasure I experienced during this session and it brought tears to my eyes as I rode him to my last and final orgasm. I was rendered speechless, both of us were, everything about it was magical.

I could barely move when we were finished, I was so sore and my knees were weak. When I looked between my legs my vagina was swollen as if I lost my virginity. I was curled up in the fetal position trying to my gather my thoughts and this bastard was smirking talking about Summerslam in a few weeks as if he didn't just fuck my life up...