Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! I'm honestly not sure where it's headed but I feel it might be a more realistic story. Probably will be a slow-burn for the main couple, if I'm able to resist. At this point, until things are more written out, it's an OC/? story. I think I'm leaning to Roman, but Dean will definitely be involved even if he's not the ending choice! Both might be involved in the end even!

Authors note: SMUT TIME! SMUT TIME! Alright guys, I know things seem a little mixed up right now, but the best way I can explain it is that it's taking place from Leecie's POV and she doesn't have all the facts either. So you're learning as she does. Sorry if it's bringing up more questions than expected but they will be answered in time!

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Dean Ambrose, well Jonathan Good technically, was on her couch mere inches from her, eating the pizza they had ordered, and she was a giant bundle of anxiety. Sure, they'd been around each other that first night, and then again at the PPV and the hotel, and all this early afternoon, but this was different. He was right beside her, in her house, planning to stay the night, and he had came right out and said twice now that he wanted to fuck her. Her stomach was doing somersaults like she was on a roller coaster and it took all of her power to eat and drink like a normal human being without choking.

"You're awfully quiet there Leecie," he said around a bite of the pepperoni pizza.

She bit her lip and giggled slightly at the sight. His cheeks were puffed out with food and he looked almost like a chipmunk.

"I'm fine, just a boring person I guess," she said with a chuckle.

"You're not boring," he said, "Are you nervous? Joe told me you get nervous really easy."

"I- Yeah, that's actually why I'm quiet," she admitted, blushing.

"No need to be nervous with me toots, I'm like, the king of random shit. You can't do anything that would make me think different of ya," he said, downing the rest of his beer.

She said nothing in reply as he returned to watching the TV, an old Big Bang Theory episode on, and grabbed her hard lemonade, finishing it off. She went to stand but had to sit back down as she got intensely dizzy, the alcohol hitting her quickly.

"Damn it," she sighed.

She staved off the dizziness and made her way into the kitchen, throwing out the paper plate and her three empty bottles.

"Drink too much there firecracker?" Dean asked, making her jump.

She spun and blushed, shaking her head.

"No, I'm still coherent, just buzzed. It's been so long since I've been able to have more than one shot or drink," she explained.

He smirked and said, "Glad I get to re-bust your alcohol cherry toots."

Her cheeks heated even farther as her mind traveled down forbidden places. She watched him toss out his plate and bottles as well, focusing mostly on that amazing ass all the fan girls, herself included, called the Ambooty. Licking her lips, she looked up his body just to find him grinning and staring at her.

"Shit, I'm caught, aren't I?" she muttered.

"Yep, nothing wrong with checking me out, I've been checking you out all night."

Suddenly he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her close. Stumbling, she landed against his torso and planted her free palm on his chest, trying to give him some space.

"Relax toots," he said lowly.

She swallowed thickly and forced herself to look up into his baby blues. Immediately she was pinned by wicked lust from the intensity in his eyes.

"I need to know something," he murmured.

"Hmm?" she asked, unable to work her lips at the moment.

He smirked and asked, "Do you want me as much as I want you?"

She knew she was a goner. How could she say no to him, ever? He was one of the men she had lusted after for years.

"Yes," she whispered.

His free hand cupped the back of her skull and yanked her in, crushing their lips together. She dragged in a quick breath before returning the kiss with ferocity. She absentmindedly wondered if she was hurting him when she realized her nails were digging into his chest, but she stopped caring when he crouched, cupping her ass and picking her up. For a second she worried she would be heavy until she remembered this man had fought the likes of Kane, Batista, and other giants. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands gripped his shoulders eagerly, reveling in the sinews beneath her hands as she squeezed gently. His hands copied her motions and she gasped into his mouth, whimpering when he took that chance to shove his tongue in. Everything was moving fast, and yet not fast enough. Maybe it was because it had been so long for her, or because it was Dean fucking Ambrose, but she needed all of him as fast as she could get.

"P-Put me down," she gasped out as she parted their lips.

"What, why?" he rasped.

"Just do it," she retorted.

He groaned but sat her on her feet. She grinned from the liquid courage flowing in her veins and worked on his belt.

"Whoa baby," he gasped out as she shoved her hand into his pants.

Her hand was immediately filled with his huge, hot cock and she gaped at him. He smirked and winked.

"Told you no one has to fake it," he rumbled.

"Ooh, I never for once actually thought that Mr. Good," she teased, then paused, "Can I call you Jon? Or do you want-"

"Fuck Leecie, you can call me Luke fucking Skywalker for all I care as long as it's your sweet voice saying it," he remarked, swooping in for another kiss.

Damn he was such a charmer even when he was being all sexual. Kudos to him for the Star Wars reference as well. She pulled back and dropped to her knees, tugging his jeans and boxer-briefs down to his knees, taking a moment to admire his enormous cock. Like, it was huge for her standards.

"Well, what are you staring at it for? Put it in your mouth," he said teasingly.

She playfully glared at him but wrapped her fingers around the base, uttering a tiny moan when her fingers were far from touching. Not wanting to waste another moment, she parted her lips to let her tongue hang out, running it up along the underside of his dick, moaning at his taste.

"Shit Leec," he groaned.

A hand wrapped into her hair but she ignored it as she came to his glans. Precum was starting to leak already and she shuddered in delight, quickly taking it in her mouth.

"Fuck yes you look so good with your lips on my dick baby," he declared.

Wriggles of delight crawled up her spine as he encouraged her with dirty talk, lavishing her with praises and gently tugging on her hair until she was a mess of arousal on the floor. Her mouth was beginning to hurt but she was incredibly impressed by his ability to stave of an orgasm, with many times of him grunting and pulling her to a stop. And for this man, she'd suffer through any amount and length of suffering to please him.

"Alright, alright, fuck woman, you trying to suck my soul outta my dick?! Shit, most would have stopped and whined about the pain by now."

She flushed and offered a shy smile, shrugging.

"I'm eager to please," she explained.

His bright blue eyes darkened and he let her go, stripping of all clothing in record speed and all she could do was watch in awe. Her breathing became labored as she looked over every inch of his taut body. It was beyond her capabilities to believe this was really happening. Jon chuckled and she barely tore herself away from his muscles to meet his gaze.

"Your turn toots, stand so I can undress you."

"I, uh, okay," she mumbled.

He helped her stand and she blushed awkwardly as he started pulling off her cardigan.

"You've been teasing me all night with this shirt," he murmured as his lips pressed to her neck.

His hands slid under her blouse and she gasped, clutching at his broad shoulders. His breath on her shoulders and his fingers dancing along her skin had her aroused and petrified, mostly afraid he'd pull away and yell 'psyche' or realize he didn't find her all that attractive once her clothes were off. That thought had her pulling back and she flashed a dazzling smile when he sent her a questioning look.

"Mm-Maybe I could just suck you off?" she offered in a tiny voice, "I want to do that so much."

Eyebrows furrowing, he moved closer and closer until she hit the counter, having stepped back as far as she could. Panic rose in her throat. He looked rather intimidating. Not that he'd hurt her, but maybe he'd yell at her, or even worse, leave?

"Why?" he asked simply, "Do you not actually want this?"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Fuck Jon, I've got myself off to thinking of you, Roman, and Seth many times, so trust me, it's not that!" she snapped in surprise.

"Then what? Why don't you want me touching you?"

"I- It's not that, I just- Fuck, okay, it's pathetic okay? I have major confidence issues. I'd much rather just worship your dick and make you cum and save myself the embarrassment," she sighed.

Scrubbing a hand down her face, she looked to the side, wanting to avoid him.

"Really? I thought you were just shy. You don't think you're attractive?" he asked.

She shrugged and said, "I'm not ugly, just... not pretty."

"You're right, you're not pretty because you're beautiful and sexy and so damn cute with this shyness," he said, forcibly turning her face back to his.

"I'm not, really. Let's not argue okay?" she encouraged, trying to reach down to his dick.

"Stop it. I don't know if this is your alcohol talking, but Jesus Leecie, you are everything I just said and more. You've got Joe dick whipped and he hasn't even kissed you."

"He's married though! And you, you're with Renee! Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this anywaaa- Ah!"

She was quickly pinned between the counter and him with his thigh sliding between her own, creating a delicious pressure in her core. Clawing at his arms, she turned to putty as he rocked her into a rut on her leg.

"Wrong toots. I'm not a cheater. Renee and I were a thing. We didn't work out. Roman and Galina signed divorce papers back in September. Looks like you came along at just the right time, huh? Now, let's get you naked and see that smoking body."

"Jon, I've had a kid," she cut in, trying to push his hands away.

"And I have a dick."

She gave him a funny look and he smirked saying, "We gonna state any other obvious facts about ourselves? I know you have a fucking kid Leecie. I adore said child. Doesn't impact anything happening right now."

She wanted to just scream at him that she wasn't worthy, that it had been proven time and time before, but he kissed her passionately and she lost all fight. God she wanted him more than anything in that moment.

"Just. Don't. Expect. Much," she breathed between kisses.

"I only expect you to cum as many times as you can," he husked as he pulled away and tore her blouse up.

She immediately crossed her arms across her stomach but he tsk'd and pulled them away.

"Nuh-uh firecracker, I want to see all of you."

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her back, undoing her bra and letting it fall as his hands took up covering her breasts. She gasped and arched into his touch as his palms rubbed her peaks slightly.

"Shit yes, knew these babies would be fucking great."

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he looked up to her face and smirked at her.

"I'm gonna savor this babe."

Her legs buckled slightly but he pinned her harder into the counter to keep her standing. Without hesitation, he slid his hands down her pale globes and pinched her nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out. Pain sparked pleasure in her body and she gripped at the marble beneath her fingers.

"You have the most beautiful tits Leecie, like... fuck toots."

Before she could reply, a hot mouth closed over her left nipple. Moaning, she reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. Heat filled her from head to toe as he masterfully sucked and bit and licked until she was whimpering and tugging on his hair. He popped off and licked a wet trail from her left nipple to her right, sucking it right up into the incredible mouth of his.

"Oh my fuck," she hissed.

He groaned against her skin and pulled back, flicking that deft muscles quickly a few times over her hard, wet nipple. His azure orbs looked up as he slowly ran his tongue, wide and flat, up her breast and neck until he reached her lips and their eyes were level. Her chest heaved with nervous breaths as she parted her lips in an invitation. His tongue immediately slid into her mouth and she whimpered. Every inch of her body felt as if it were on fire and his hands working on her jeans only fueled that feeling. He got her pants down and she stepped out of them as his fingers hooked into her blue panties.

"Turn around," he commanded.

She did so without hesitance.

"Ooh!" she gasped.

He pushed her to bend over the counter more as his other hand ran down her back and cupped her bottom.

"You know something?" he questioned.

"W-What?" she asked in reply.

"I'm usually a tit man, but fuck you have a nice ass too. And these panties, shit firecracker."

Her vision swam and she let her head thump on the counter as his hands massaged her bottom roughly, bringing out feelings she didn't even know she craved. He slid her underwear down and she stepped out of them too, waiting anxiously as he pushed her thighs apart. Warmth fanned across her pussy lips as she felt his breath puff out right before his wet tongue ran up her slit. Words wouldn't form, so she settled for smacking her palm on the counter and whimpering. He repeated his actions until his tongue dipped in to find her clit and toy with it gently. She felt her climax boiling up and arched into his face, chasing her release, but suddenly he pulled back.

"Nope," he declared, "You're gonna cum on my dick Leecie."

Eyes closed and teeth clenched in frustration, she ground out, "Then fuck me already."

"Patience toots. I already told you. I wanna savor this," he replied.

She whined and shook her hips at him in need, until fingers found her entrance, playfully dipping in repeatedly just enough to make her want to cry. She wrapped her arms around her head, muffling her whines.

"Please," she whimpered.

"That's more like it."

His fingers plunged in and she cried out, biting on her arm to keep her voice down some. His other hand came down on her ass hard and she clenched and shuddered in delight. The feeling was repeated on the other cheek and she rolled her head to peak her mouth over, needing to breath more than she realized. Panting, she focused all her energy on the pulsing bliss needing to burst.

"P-Please Jon," she gasped.

"Shit, fuck, hold on, gotta grab a condom," he said.

She turned enough to watch him lean down to his pants and shuffle through them until he found his wallet. Classic. Biting her lip, she focused on enjoying the view in front of her hungry eyes. That ass was worthy of a billboard and that dick, he could make probably ninety percent of the male population jealous.

"Ah-ha!"

He tore the foil packet and rolled the condom on his length, basically unknowingly putting on an x-rated show.

"Do you realize just how incredibly gorgeous you are?" she finally asked nervously.

When he looked up, she blushed slightly but seductively winked and wiggled, all too ready for him.

"It's been mentioned; now, if you keep shaking your ass like that, I might have to tie you down to keep you still," he said huskily.

Her eyes closed in restraint as mental images flooded her mind, all too tempting. Hands on her hip and back tore her from her imaginary cinema and she took a shaky breath. It felt almost like her first time again; the nerves, the fact she felt she was about to cum quicker that she could imagine.

"Ready?"

"Yes," she breathed.

The heat from the head of his cock slid up and down her pussy lips, finally stopping at her entrance and pushing in slowly. Mouth falling open, she dug her nails into her hands, trying to use the pain to ground herself. It didn't hurt exactly, but it wasn't like back in the day with Chuck either. Of course he was a lot smaller in size, whereas Jon made her feel like she was going to be split in two.

"Fuck," she heard from behind her.

It took a bit, but he finally got fully seated in her warmth and she arched and mewled in response. His first strokes were slow and easy, but within no time he was pounding fast into her. Nails scratching at the counter and lip badly bitten, she let her howls out freely, having given up being quiet. And why should she be? They were alone and it had been years since she had felt anything this amazing. Suddenly he adjusted and dropped his hips, and his next stroke up hit something entirely new that had her screaming.

"Yeah, that's what I wanna hear. Fucking cum for me Leecie."

"C-Cumming!" she cried as fire salaciously overtook her senses.

It came fast and hard, and left the embers of a returning fire in her loins. Unable to control herself, she rocked back into his thrusts, chasing the lingering bliss until she was on edge again. His moans joined her own and she latched on to that sound. It was deep and primal and carnal, so much so that she came again from hearing it.

"F-F-Fuck yes. Keep fucking yourself with my dick baby. Shhhhhiiiit. You're gonna make me cum Leecie."

Her name had never sounded more angelic and demonic. She did just as he said but kicked it up a notch, squeezing and flexing her pelvic muscles. There was no way he was going to be able to leave this and say it wasn't good; she would do all things in her power to make sure.

"Goddamnmotherfucker!"

His dick swelled quickly and suddenly he was draped over her, sweaty body pressed into her own as he panted against her shoulder and worked his hips into slow, rhythmic motions. His breaths were shallow and rapid as his hands slid under her. She questioned this until they came up and cupped her breasts with a chuckle from his mouth.

"I figured if I was gonna squish you, I could soften the surface," he murmured.

A grin cracked across her face and she giggled.

"Well thank you kind sir," she replied softly.

"Mmm, it comes from more selfish reasons than anything. These puppies are too beautiful to be marked up by anything other than love bites," he explained with a rough chuckle.

He squeezed her boobs a few times before rising and lifting her with. As he slipped out, she bit her lip and took a moment to align her thoughts.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

She looked over, wondering if he was being sarcastic, but he held out her bra with a soft expression on his face.

"Uh, no, thank you," she whispered.

Now that everything was over, and her desires were pleasantly quenched, she was nervous again. This was probably the point in which he would leave with some excuse, or even none at all. And she would feel stupid for thinking that it was more than a fuck for him. Been there a few times in her life. She was startled when she a shirt came over her head. Instinctively she slid her arms in and then looked down in surprise. It was his shirt.

"You looked lost so I figured I'd help somehow. Here, step in."

He crouched and she eyed him warily as she took his shoulders, stepping into her underwear. As he pulled them up, he placed kisses up her thighs, making her breath quiver, until stopping with a nip at her pubic mound. She shivered but was able to keep steady after he stood.

"How's the sleeping arrangements working? Do I need to take the couch, a spare bed...?"

"You, uh, you can sleep in my bed if you want, or of course if you don't you can always take-"

Suddenly he dropped and wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifting her so quick she screamed and clung to his shoulders in fright. Her walls passed her fast as he headed up the stairs with her in his arms.

"Room?" he asked.

"To the right," she said.

He sauntered in and dropped her gently on the bed, flopping in next to her.

"You gotta stop second guessing everything toots," he said softly.

Gnawing on her sore lip, she met his gaze as he pushed hair from her face.

"I just worry."

"I get that Leec, I do. But try not to worry so much with me," he murmured, pulling her into a soft kiss, "Oh and by the way, we're making waffles in the morning."

"But I don't have a waffle iron," she admitted embarrassingly.

"Then we're going to Waffle House, I'm flexible. Either way, I need some damn waffles."

He grinned and exposed those dimples and glimmering eyes and she felt some of her anxiety melt away.

"O-Okay, sounds good."