I own nothing related to WWE and only own my OC and anything unrecognizable in this story.
Author note: A little bit of time with Becky and Charlotte. Then of course some drama has to squirm it's way in.
Addalyn grimaced in disgust as she watched Charlotte chug her beer.
"Stop looking at us like we're eating bugs or something," Charlotte finally said when she saw Addalyn staring.
"I'm sorry, the thought of beer is like... how can you stomach that? God," Addalyn mumbled, shuddering.
"That's why I'm gettin' my Bailey's on," Becky replied, shrugging.
"That's almost just as bad! Just, no one open tequila and we should be good. That smell."
Addalyn cringed in memory of when Roman and Dean had drank a whole bottle together and the scent had made her puke, ungracefully, right on the kitchen floor when she went to throw the bottle away.
"Mm, that stuff is the devil. Tequila makes her clothes fall off? More like makes the brain rot," Charlott said.
The blonde scrunched her nose up and Addalyn nodded in agreement.
"It's not that bad," Becky argued.
"That's because you can handle your liquor better than us," Addalyn replied, "You could continue long on after I had to stop, every time!"
Becky blushed slightly and shrugged, then a soft smile came to her face after a moment.
"By the way, I really have to thank you for introducing me to Sami," she said almost shyly.
"Yeah, I have a hard time ripping her away from him, thanks," Charlotte grunted, rolling her eyes but smiling.
Addalyn let out a giddy giggle and asked, "So it's going good? I've wondered!"
Becky bit her lip and made a little excited noise as she danced in her seat.
"Okay, okay, I've just gotta gush here. So not only is he amazingly funny and super gorgeous, but he's a beast in bed!" Becky said, "Like, huge dick, rough sex kind of beast."
Charlotte looked slightly disgusted but Addalyn found herself incredibly interested.
"Really? Like, how rough?"
The red head blushed and leaned in, saying lowly, "Let's just say, I sometimes leave with bruises I beg for."
The smaller girl grinned and squealed, clapping her hands.
"Finally! I never knew you liked that too! I mean, I didn't even know I did until Dean got me into it, but now I can talk to you about that stuff! I was so nervous that you guys would judge me for some of the things."
"Hey, what you do in your bedroom is your deal unless you try to make me watch or bring me into it," Charlotte said, leaning in so they were all close, "Spill women. I'm all lonely and need juicy sex gossip."
"Well, you've had the longest with your man, you go first," Becky offered.
Addalyn flushed but nodded and toyed with the soda bottle in her hands, slightly nervous about actually talking about it.
"We're rough too. Not so much now that I'm pregnant, but it's still ten time rougher than what Seth ever did. Um, the dirty talking is what really gets me though," she paused to push hair behind her ear then continued meekly, "He doesn't even have to touch me rough but he says the naughtiest things that bring me to my knees. Not only that, he is incredibly giving and caring, so like even if we're doing something rough, or new, he's constantly checking to make sure I'm comfortable with it. He, um, well-"
"Spit it out woman! What is it?" Becky urged, grinning like crazy.
Biting her lip, the auburn haired female cleared her throat then nearly whispered, "He calls me his kitten and he's my daddy, and he- he even bought me this anal plug thing that has a fake tail on it... I'm sorry, that's probably really weird and-"
"They actually make those? I thought they just had the underwear with those on them," Charlotte said with a curious look, "'How was it? I've never done anything anal myself."
"Amazing," Addalyn admitted, "I never realized it would actually feel good."
"I didn't either, but it so does," Becky agreed, "Sami likes it too."
As the other two took off on a discussion about kinks, Addalyn smiled to herself. She didn't really have any one to talk to about this, because she was terrified they would judge her. She should have known though that Becky and Charlotte wouldn't ever. They had her back through a lot. Addalyn swallowed back tears and caught back up to the conversation, which was now about nipple clamps.
"Wait, they do what?" Addalyn asked, confused.
"They pinch your nipples and stay on them. Not good if your nips are overly sensitive, but good if you like a little bit of pain. They have ones with rubber covers to dim the pain, or even plain metal clip ones," Charlotte explained.
"How do you know this?!" Becky asked in surprise.
"Dolph," Charlotte murmured, blushing at their knowing grins, "It was a while back. We haven't screwed around in a few months because of that Lana chick going in and out of his life."
"That Russian chick? I thought she was with Rusev," Becky replied.
"Wait, what? Who?" Addalyn cut in, "Guys, I've missed a lot! Fill me in!"
...
Addalyn snuggled farther into Dean's arms and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his freshly washed skin and hair.
"So did you have fun?" he asked.
"Oh, at Becky's? Loads! The girls drank and I had soda, but we got to talk about a lot of stuff. Her and Sami are going strong apparently, and I guess he's pretty kinky as well from what she said," Addalyn said with a giggle, then gasped, "'Oh! Have you heard of nipple clamps? Charlotte brought them up."
Dean snickered and she pulled back with a slight pout.
"Of course I have, do you even know what they are?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I think I wanna try them," she explained, "I love my nipples being play with. That would just be like a constant stimulation right?"
"Yes, but are you sure you really want to try them? Because I can run by the sex shop tomorrow and get them if so."
She nodded and smiled.
"Definitely wanna try!"
There was a knocking at the door and Dean groaned.
"Stay here, I'll get it," he sighed.
Addalyn nodded and slid off his lap, pulling the blankets up around her waist in case it was Roman or someone who regularly entered the bedroom to talk. She was in a nightgown but it was short enough due to her stomach that it could show underwear if she wasn't careful. Now bored without Dean to cuddle and talk to, she grabbed up the remote and flipped through the channels. A slamming sound had her jumping in surprise. Dean's voice raised and she leaped from the bed, worried that Seth was at the door however asinine the fear was. What she saw had her stomach plummeting.
"Dean! Dean stop!" Addalyn yelled.
He turned slightly but she saw his fingers let up on the blonde female's neck enough for some pink to return to her face.
"Go back in the bedroom," he gritted out.
"Not while she's here," Addalyn argued.
Renee sent her a glare which she easily returned.
"What does that mean?" Dean snapped.
"You'll either kill her or she'll try to get her jealous hands on you, and neither of those should be happening," Addalyn retorted.
Dean finally let Renee go, who gasped in breaths greedily as she stared between the two.
"I just wanted-"
"No, get out," Dean cut her off, jaw tense as he so obviously ground his teeth together.
"You don't understand!"
"We don't need to," Addalyn replied tersely, "Now, I believe he said to get out."
"You keep your whore mouth out of this Addalyn. God, you just couldn't wait to get yourself knocked up by him, could you? Fucking-"
"Dean!"
The man looked seconds away from snapping Renee's neck as he held it tightly again.
"You do not get to speak about her like that, you fucking got it?"
"'Or what?" Renee sneered, "You're gonna hit me like you used to?"
"That-"
"I wasn't fucking hitting you Young! Get that through your thick fucking skull. You agreed to everything we did and trying to say I beat and raped you only makes you look that much more insane."
"Look, I didn't come to fight," she said hoarsely.
Dean let her go and stepped back.
"Then get to talking," he said.
"I- Have you seen Seth? I haven't seen him in a couple weeks."
That made both Addalyn and Dean freeze up.
"Why would you be seeing Seth?" Addalyn asked.
Renee rolled her eyes and planted her hands on her thin hips with a scoff.
"Because we've been sleeping together since December."
Disgust hit Addalyn hard and she decided to just let it out.
"Ooh, okay. I get it. He was fucking you, because he couldn't get to me. Did you know he had me kidnapped? Where I was raped?! And then he and this thug tried to kidnap me, again, and he tried to get Dean sucked back into-"
"You're lying," Renee snapped.
The fear and shock on her face gave it away, and Addalyn latched on.
"Oh, you didn't even know. No, he's been doing this shit ever since I saw him back on Halloween. Trying to weasel his way in, trying to fuck me, trying to kidnap me. Now though? He's locked in jail. So if you wanna see him, try looking there. Now, seriously, fuck off and leave us alone!"
Dean grabbed her arms and tugged her back. Addalyn almost cringed as she felt the painful fluttering in her chest again, but ignored it as Dean spoke.
"That's enough," Dean mumbled, rubbing her goose bumped arms.
Addalyn bit her lip and glared at Renee, who was actually crying. The bitch had the gall to cry!
"Get out," Addalyn spoke harshly.
"I- I didn't- Oh god I didn't know. I'm sorry he did all that stuff to you Addalyn, I-"
"I don't want to hear it, get out," Addalyn replied coldly before turning in Dean's arms, "I need to lie down, please get her out."
"Okay, I'll be in there in a few," he said.
She nodded and hurried back to the bedroom, clutching at her chest with a grimace. Whatever was going on, it had been increasing in intensity and frequency during the past two weeks. She took a drink of her water from the bedside table and slipped under the blankets, pissed that any romantic and sexy mood there had been was now ruined.
"Fucking bitch," she muttered to herself as she got comfortable.
Dean came back in, making her look up. He looked a lot calmer as he got in next to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
She nodded and bit her lip as he pulled her close.
"If you need-"
"I'm fine stud, thanks. Let's just sleep, okay?"
There was hesitance clear in his face but when she rested her cheek on his chest, his body relaxed and she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. Not too much later it seemed, she woke to a phone vibrating on wood. She frowned as she realized she was on the pillows instead of Dean, but she knew it was probably because he needed to move. One eye popped open and she watched Dean grab up his phone quickly, typing out a message and resting the phone on his chest now. He lifted it again and typed another message. This went on for a good five or six more messages, with the smile on his mouth growing as time went on. There was a pain in her chest, emotions hurting her physically, as she wondered just who he was talking to. As far as she knew, he never texted anyone all night. Finally he set his phone back on the night stand and she quickly shut her eyes as he started to move, just in case he looked at her. She felt shame fill her gut at somewhat spying on him, but this behavior was curious for him. It was also bugging her but it was just so coincidental that it happened right after Renee forced her way back in his life. Doubt tearing up her chest, she flipped over and forced herself to go back to sleep