Disclaimer: This story is so ridiculous it's not funny. I have come up with another random bout of drivel in my head and.. whelp... here it comes! This is AU, but will kind of stick to the current story line in ways. The character are pretty much OOC, because really, what do I know about the real Colby, Joseph, or Jonathan other than what is put on their TV characters. Yes, my character is pretty much the definition of Mary-Sue. If that bothers you, find another damn story! =D This is a Seth/Roman/Dean/OC story and they all intermingle. Polyamory and pansexuality involved!
A/N: SMUT! With someone OTHER than our boys! Also, some dramatics and a little more story progression. By the way, I just have to say thank you guys so much for all your reviews! I honestly feel like I have the best readers in Fanfiction to keep reviewing so often! I'm sorry, but I don't have time to thank and reply to each one of you individually. I feel bad but life has been a hellish whirlwind lately and I want to get this out.
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As I walked along the halls, I stopped when I finally saw the training room.
"Hey there lass, how's it going? You look great!"
I grinned and hugged Stephen back as he pulled me into his arms.
"Thanks, it's been interesting, but I've been keeping up on the diet very well," I said.
"I have to ask, and please, if it's over the line let me know but, you are obviously losing weight, but your bottom and chest seem to be... growing?" he asked.
Blushing slightly, I shrugged and nodded.
"I'm not sure why. I've gone up a cup size and I still wear size 16 jeans but my waist is a bit smaller, except this little bit in front, and my arms and legs are more toned," I explained.
"It's interesting," he said, looking slightly confused, then he smiled, "I'm sure the men are loving it."
"Actually..."
I bit my lip and he raised an eyebrow.
"They think I'm losing too much weight," I muttered.
"What do you weigh now as compared to the one seventy before?" he asked.
"I'm a little under one forty now, but I mean, is it really that obvious that I'm losing weight?"
He nodded and hesitated before reaching for me.
"It's fine," I assured him.
I was pulled forward as he squatted, running his hands down my sides, eliciting a surprised whimper from me. My face turned red and I looked away, sealing my lips as he went back up, pulling my shirt up slightly.
"Your ribs are going to show soon Samara, I'd say you need to be eating more," he said, "Are you sure you're eating enough?"
Chewing on my lip, I shrugged.
"I might be skipping meals here and there and taking Hydroxycut," I muttered.
He groaned and rose.
"Damn it woman, that's dangerous! You weren't very over weight to begin with and now you're going to waste away if you don't stop. You want to be different from those diva's right?! You want to embrace the big and beautiful? You'll lose it if you don't quit those pills and eat right."
That made me frown. I definitely didn't want to look like the divas, all skin and bone with fake curves.
"Okay, I get what you're saying, I won't take them anymore," I whispered.
He smiled and I bit my upper lip slightly, taken in suddenly by how handsome his smile was.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, been feeling weird lately," I said with a sigh, "Anyway, let's go easy today then?"
"Stretches and treadmill it is," he said, pushing me by my lower back gently.
It felt like his hand was full of electric as he rubbed his thumb over the bit of skin showing. I pulled away and sat down, reaching for my toes.
"There she is! Hey beautiful," Colby called out.
Immediately I was happy to see him and Joe, feeling the need to tell them.
"Hey, how's it going guys?" Stephen asked.
"Not too bad, man, you have to quit working our girl so hard, she's getting thin," Joe teased.
Stephen gave me a look and I sighed.
"Can I talk to you guys?" I asked, rising.
"I'll be here when you get back," Stephen said, heading to the weights.
I grabbed a hand from each man and pulled them into the bathroom, feeling incredibly nervous.
"What's-"
I cut Joe off with a harsh kiss, yanking Colby up behind me and rubbing my ass against his crotch.
"Whoa, not that I mind honey but what's going on?" Colby asked, pulling me back from Joe.
My lips twitched down and I pouted with a sigh.
"I kind of have a confession," I muttered.
They looked at each other then Colby sighed.
"Does this have to do with Stephen?" he asked.
"No, not really," I said with a shrug, going to lean against the sink, "I just told him like five minutes ago."
"So what's so bad that you look like someone died?" Joe asked.
Gnawing on my lip I grabbed my purse and took a deep breath as my fingers wrapped around the diet pills. Hell, I'm a grown woman! I have a right to do whatever I want. Still, I knew I didn't want to disappoint them. Finally I jerked my hand out and showed them the bottle, feeling like a kid telling her parents she was smoking.
"What? Wait, you were taking these?" Joe asked.
The disappointment in his eyes hurt almost more than anger would have. Colby sighed and shook his head, running a hand over his face.
I nodded and said, "I didn't realize how much I've lost until now when Stephen pointed it out to me."
Colby groaned and I was pulled into a deep kiss.
"Don't ever do something so stupid again Samara," he whispered against my lips, "You looked perfect before."
"Not to me, but I am going to stop taking them," I sighed, "I think I'm happy with how I am now."
"Good, I'd miss your curves," Joe growled, claiming my mouth again before pulling back, "What possessed you to do something so damn stupid?"
Gnawing on my lip, I shrugged.
"I'm not stupid guys," I replied softly.
"What do you mean?" Colby asked, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
I huffed a sigh and ran my hand through my hair as if making sure the strands were in place would make this easier. I guessed it was time to come clean about the messages.
"Well, I mean, I've been taking them for a while but I kept on it because of people, like, fans," I started explaining, "I finally checked my Twitter account the company made and it was full of hate mail. Some of the things were simple. I'm sure you guys have seen the things about Seth and Dean not needing a woman and being weak because of wanting one. Those hurt but they were tame. I've gotten private messages explaining how worthless I am either because I'm transparent and a bad actress, or because I'm too ugly to deserve either man, but the worst was that I was too fat to be in the WWE and Seth should have Summer and Dean should have Renee. I guess those are two of the major couples that they ship lately."
"Wait, ship?" Joe asked.
"It's a term that refers to wanting two people to be a couple even if it's not actually happening," Colby explained.
I was slightly surprised but smiled softly and nodded in agreement.
"Joe, you don't exactly have a main female ship partner, maybe OC which is a made up character, although I guess maybe Naomi, mostly Colby and Jon though for males, but Seth and Jon have Paige, Renee, AJ Lee, and Summer, plus you," I replied, "It's a whole weird thing that would take a while to explain."
He nodded slowly then shook his head with a sigh.
"You seriously care what they say?" he asked finally.
My lips quirked into a sad smile as I murmured, "It's hard not to when I had those thoughts before they even said them."
"Hey, Joe, Colby, Paul is asking for you, said he needs to talk to you guys and Jon," Stephen yelled through the door.
I groaned and pulled away, pouting at Joe slightly.
"Do you have to leave?" I asked, turning to grab Colby's hand.
"Yeah honey, but remember we'll all be home tonight together," Colby reminded me.
After giving me a soft kiss, they left and I returned to the exercise area with Stephen, determined to thank him. Rushing at him, I threw myself into his arms, grinning as he chuckled.
"That went well I take it?" he asked.
I nodded emphatically and pulled away slightly, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
"You're the best Stephen," I murmured, "Now, get stretching!"
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*Men's POV*
"She will never admit it to us, and maybe not to herself," Colby muttered as he stared into the room.
"Nope," Jon agreed.
"So what, we're actually debating this?" Joe asked roughly.
None wanted to really share her, it was hard enough at times all three wanting her at once.
"We did it once before with Randy," Colby threw out, "That went well. We just give him rules if he agrees."
"Can't cum in her for sure," Jon said, narrowing his eyes, "That's only for us, and of course we have to ensure he actually wants it."
Joseph smirked and chuckled slightly as he watched Stephen and Samara practically dancing around the ring. They were just playfully wrestling, but Samara had some great endurance apparently. That would be great when she started actually wrestling. It was painfully obvious when Stephen grabbed her waist that she had to fight the attraction; her face and neck would get red and her body instinctively leaned into his.
"How the fuck does she not notice he's already at half mast? I can see that shit from here," Jon snapped, a conflicted smirk on his face.
Colby let out a heavy sigh and the three looked at each other, obviously debating internal fights.
"She did let me sleep with that bartender; Didn't know her and didn't even question anything other than if it was good," Joseph finally sighed.
"So, we're doing this?" Jon asked abrasively.
"She's never strayed from us, well, besides her little flirting with Saraya," Colby said, "We know she would never do anything without asking us."
"Not only that, we're not exactly exclusive you know?" Jon added with a far away look as he watched the two.
At one point Stephen pinned Samara and her whole upper torso turned a deep red while he grinned and rolled off her.
"Yeah, let's do this."
...
*Samara *
My boys were acting weird, being unusually kind and questioning everything.
"Okay, I love all this attention guys, but what is going on?" I finally asked.
Colby looked at Jon and Joe with the corners of his lips curling up.
"Well, we wanted to run something by you," Joe said finally.
Why did this sound bad?
"Er, okay?" I asked.
I raised an eyebrow and Jon leaned forward.
"You know how you always said we could involve other people?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
Then it hit me. They wanted to sleep with someone else.
"Please, tell me it's not Layla or Danielle. Anyone but them! Renee even! She hasn't been a bitch to me!" I groaned.
All three men looked amused.
"So you'd actually okay us to fool around with another woman?" Colby asked.
I had to grin. That was a dumb question.
"Of course! Hell, invite me one day if she's comfortable with it," I said with a shrug, "Who is it?"
"Go in the room and get comfortable okay? We'll tell you after a bit," Colby said, "We have a kind of surprise first."
"You all are acting very suspicious..." I mumbled, eyeing them carefully as I went into the bedroom part of the suite.
I was surprised to see a thin but fluffy blanket on the bed and a letter.
"Dearest Samara, shower and get comfortable, nude. Then turn on the iPod deck and lay on the bed and put the eye mask on. Enjoy this impromptu spa day. Your men," I read softly.
My lips quirked up as I looked at the shut door. They were too good to me. I wasted no time hopping in the shower, washing up and shaving as well as brushing my teeth. After thoroughly covering myself in tea tree and mint scent from hair to toe, I stepped out and dried off, blow drying and brushing my hair, deciding to listen to the letter and stay naked. With a happy sigh I left the bathroom and was surprised to see candles and smell lilac in the air.
"You guys are really out doing yourselves," I muttered, grinning.
I pushed play on the iPod and smiled as relaxing Celtic music poured from the deck. I slid the mask on and climbed into the bed, lying comfortably under the blanket. A few minutes later I was almost asleep when I heard the door open and shut.
"Hey, tha-"
"Shh."
I shut my lips and simply smiled as a hand trailed up my calf. There was a soft popping noise, sounding like a lotion cap, and I felt large hands rub what had to be lotion onto my foot. Groaning I let my head rest again, giving into his amazing hands. It had to be Joe. Colby's hands were slightly smaller and Jon's were a bit rougher. Smiling I felt his hands go up farther to my calf. As he brushed the back of my knee a moan slipped out.
"That feels good," I murmured.
He said nothing but moved to my other leg, giving it the same treatment until he had rubbed up both legs to the bottom of my butt. I giggled slightly as his finger traced over the dip above my bottom, down the crease until my thighs met. Too quickly he took his hands away.
"Tease," I bit out with a smile.
I shivered as the blanket was pulled down but then his hands quickly covered my back with a warm oil. It was heavenly. He worked all my sore muscles and the oil brought all the deep aches away.
"You are a god," I whispered.
That got a short, deep chuckle. My hair was pulled away as lips pressed to my shoulder, then to my neck. I was surprised at the texture of his facial hair, a little rougher than normal. I start to speak but was shushed.
"Lass, this is your one chance to say no."
My heart thumped hard and I gasped as I realized this was not Joe, but the Celtic beast of a man Stephen.
"Tell me, yes or no," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
A whimper tore from my throat as his tongue ran up the shell of my ear. I fought the urge to rip the mask off and see him, to ensure this was real.
"I feel like you want to say yes, but I need to hear it."
"Yes, please," I whispered.
His laugh was deep, dark, and arousing. The bed shifted and suddenly his warmth and weight was pressed against my bottom as lips flitted over the nape of my neck.
"Keep the mask on and lie there for now, just let me feel you," he murmured.
I nodded, unable to speak. Electricity shot through my body as his hands worked softer over my back and his lips and tongue trailed behind them.
"You are so magnificent Samara, a beautiful work of art," he purred, "You have no idea the effect you have on men and it's absolutely alluring."
I took in a shuddering breath, preparing to reply, but he shushed me again.
"No need to reply beautiful," he assured me, "Your breaths and pulse are telling me enough."
My lip was trapped between my teeth as his fingertip ran over the dip in my lower back again.
"Oh!" I gasped.
His tongue traced softly down the defined line between my cheeks, stopping once against where my thighs met.
"Open your legs," he said softly.
Without a thought, I lifted my hips and spread my legs. He groaned softly and I was lifted higher onto my knees with my face pressed to the pillows.
"I've heard much about your wonderful pussy," he murmured.
I could feel my face heat at that comment, the need to argue strong but I was silenced as his finger dipped down against my entrance. My breath caught and I clutched the sheets, anticipating the fullness. I was almost disappointed when he moved his finger away, until his hands gripped my ass cheeks hard, pulling me up father to a point that almost hurt. There was shifting and then wonderful wet heat as his tongue shoved in.
"Oh God," I hissed softly, not wanting to break the quiet spell over the room, "Stephen."
His tongue slipped out and he moaned.
"You are delicious," he said huskily, "I want you to cum into my mouth lass."
Before I could respond, his tongue traveled down to my clit, quickly and gently stroking. My whimpers quickly grew louder as bliss spread from fingertip to toes, coiling all at his place of interest.
"Please, don't stop, so close," I whimpered.
I couldn't control my body as I pushed back against his mouth, wanting so desperately to release the storm building. His tongue kicked up a notch as his finger pressed against my entrance again. This time it easily and gently slid in.
"Oh fuck!"
He shoved another finger in, making me cry out, and quickly curled them down, brushing my gspot. It was over then. A warm sensation flooded as I moaned his name, my world loosing balance.
"Stephen! Oh Jesus yes!"
Slowly he pulled away with a groan, nipping on my left cheek gently.
"Please fuck me," I begged shamelessly.
"On your back," he ordered gently.
I easily flipped over and suddenly the mask was pulled off, showing his smirking face. He pulled me into a gentle kiss, his hand running up my belly and cupping my breast. Overload of sensations hit me and I whined, grasping his shoulder tightly.
"Sensitive here love?" he asked roughly.
"Yes!" I moaned as he plucked my nipple.
Within moments he lowered his mouth, sucking gently on my peak.
"Oh my god," I groaned, catching myself on my elbow to keep from falling.
His tongue and lips worked over and over on my nipple until I nearly yanked him off, pulling him to my neglected side. He sent me a smirk before showing the same treatment, leaving me writhing and begging for more.
"Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it," he purred as he kissed me again.
"I need your cock in me, fuck me slow and hard," I whimpered as he bit my jaw line.
"I would be more than happy," he whispered.
He shifted around and I gnawed at my lip as he pulled off silk shorts, exposing short red hair and his huge dick. It took self control not to throw him over and suck him until he came right then.
"You're staring Samara," he murmured, smirking.
Licking my lips I muttered, "I like cocks, what can I say?"
That made him chuckle until I added, "And yours looks delicious."
He groaned and grabbed my thighs, yanking me down so his cock was barely brushing my lower lips.
"Next time," he whispered, "I don't want to wait any longer to get inside you."
My heart sped into over drive as he lifted my legs. I quickly locked them around his back, gasping as he eased in.
"Holy hell," he grunted.
His fingers squeezed my thighs hard, sure to leave a bruise, but I simply moaned, loving the slight pain.
My breathing quickened as he groaned, finally shoving in and ending the torture.
"Oh fuck," I panted.
I almost got impatient but he slowly began moving, thrusting in slow time with the music. Gently he lowered his body slowly to mine, pinning my knees to my chest and my wrists to the bed. Licking my lips I stared through half lidded eyes into his stone hard blue ones as he pressed his nose against mine, exposing just as much passion in his gaze.
"You are amazing," he panted.
I decided against verbally speaking but rolled my hips into his as I captured his mouth for a deep kiss. We groaned simultaneously as he struck that heavenly spot inside, making me clench around his dick.
"I want this to last for hours, but I feel your lovers will want you back sometime tonight," he murmured, a slight smirk on his lips.
A grin lifted the corners of my mouth as I nodded in agreement.
"But as you said earlier, next time," I whispered, "Now, please fuck me with your huge dick Stephen."
"My god lass, you are a spit fire," he growled.
Suddenly he lifted and pinned my legs spread apart, nearly at my sides, pounding into my warmth.
"Fuckin' hell, Samara," he groaned roughly.
I felt his cock throbbing as he slowed his strokes. Sooner than I expected, he powered on harder, reaching down. I barely registered what he was going to do when his thumb brushed roughly against my clit.
"Oh- Ooooh shit! Step-Stephen," I whimpered, "I'm there, right there, just- Oh fuck!"
Wave after wave crashed over my shaking body. His head tipped back in my hazy eyesight and he let out a low almost-howl of a groan.
"Ah Samara, fuck beautiful, get up here!"
He yanked out and sat back on his knees, gripping the base of his cock. I wasted no time, scrambling to my knees and swallowing his cock.
"My lord lass, yes! Oh Samara, god you look so amazing on my cock," he panted, "Do you want to swallow my cum?"
I nodded eagerly, hollowing my cheeks and slurping up his dick. His body tensed and his cock pulsed and jerked as he moaned, cradling my head on his hands as I anxiously drank every drop. I was gently pushed away as he dropped back, breathing heavily. With the last bit of my strength, I crawled up into his awaiting arms, grinning as he wrapped me against him.
"You are an angelic devil Samara," he murmured.
"That doesn't make sense," I said with a chuckle.
He grinned and reached out, brushing hair from my face. I felt my face heat up as he kissed my nose.
"Don't know how to explain this, but you are almost like a little sister to me, maybe like a best friend's little sister," he said softly, "I feel this need to help you, protect you, care for you, and of course fuck you but with permission of course."
With a smile, I kissed him gently.
"I understand. You're like my best friend, but just much sexier and probably a better lay that most guys, besides my boys of course," I said, grinning, "You all are in the same league."
That made him laugh and I felt the need to join. Everything just kept getting better, save Nick's little threat. Besides him, it was as if I was in a Utopia, perfect world, and nothing could ruin it.
"You look tired, get some sleep," he murmured.
"Are you leaving?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, I have to go, but they will be in soon. They just went down to the bar," he explained.
I smiled and quickly kissed him one last time before he got up and pulled a shirt and shorts on. As he left the room, I felt sleep pull me under.
