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Just Another Day

rhea ripley x (fem) reader

content: NSFW, use of handcuffs, soft dom rhea, slight praise kink, choking

this is my first time writing rhea content so go easy on me.

It was a cozy Saturday afternoon, cloudy skies, not too cold, not too hot, just perfect. You had just finished a chapter in the book you were reading while Rhea was working out. Her metal music blaring from the home gym, as you make her one of her favorite snacks in the kitchen, peanut butter and banana sandwich, with a touch of honey. As you put the bread on top, finishing the snack, strong arms wrap around you from behind, swallowing you. You can feel the heat radiating off her sweaty body as she pulls you in, “I hit a PR today,” she says excitedly.

“Good, love!” you break away from her hot hug, “here ya go!” You finally turn around to face her as you hold out the sandwich on a small plate.

She smiled wide as she grabs the plate from you and immediately takes the largest bite possible, “alwaysh delish-shush,” she says with her mouth full.

“Anything for my beefcake,” you tease.

She rolls her eyes. You wipe off the honey that had slowly fallen out of her mouth, then wipe away small beads of sweat off her forehead. She offers a peanuty kiss while holding the last bite of the sandwich. Of course you comply and give her a small peck, avoiding as much peanut butter as possible, but you snatch the last small bite out of her hand before she is able to take it.

She gasps, “oh, you’ve done it now,” her accent strong and deep.

She places the plate in the sink as you begin to run away. You circle the kitchen table with her opposing you. Giggles fill the kitchen from the both of you. You finally fake her out and take off towards the bedroom and she follows, “c’mere you little- ugh!“ she barks. Throwing yourself on the bed hoping she’ll follow and of course she does. The tall woman slowly walks in to see you huddled up under the covers smiling ear to ear. You watch her chest rise and fall from her heavy breaths as you scan your eyes up and down her muscular body. She brushed her hands through her black hair, having it slick back a little from the remaining sweat. She stood at the foot of the bed, towering over you.

“Aw too tired from your workout to get me?” you tease again.

“Never,” she growls.

She rips the covers away from you as you try to get them back but she takes them fully off the bed and lets them drop to the floor. She takes one final deep breath and starts crawling on top of you, straddling her legs around you. Her toned thighs squeeze together holding you in place as she traps your wrists in her hands, you try to break free though you don’t actually want to, you just want to get a rise out of her.

“Uh uh, you may have started this but I’ll end it real quick,” her voice soft but stern. “Since you want to be such a tease, I believe it’s my turn now. Is that okay with you?”

You lift your head to chomp your teeth at her, “bite me,” you push once more.

“Don’t worry, I will,” she chomps back, scrunching her nose in the process letting out a small snarl.

And with that she bends down and begins to leave small kisses on your neck, still holding onto your wrists. You writhe under her at the sudden change in energy. Every other kiss is a small bite on your skin as she tugs and rolls it between her teeth. She makes her way down your neck to your chest but your shirt keeps getting in her way. She huffs and pulls your wrists forward causing you to sit up.

“Can I take this off?” she tugs at your shirt.

“Yes ma’am,” you answer as she pulls it over your head and throws it to the pool of comforter. She admires your body for a second before she pushes you back down continuing where she left off.

Taking her sweet time, she caresses your torso as she trails kisses down the middle of your chest stopping at your breasts. By now, she has scooted herself down while holding you still with her tattooed thighs. Her mouth catches your nipple and gently smooths her tongue over it. Your hand found its way to her hair holding it out of the way while the other is holding onto your other breast. The air escapes your lungs as you finally realize what’s happening. Trying to wiggle your way out of her hold she keeps you steady by clenching her legs together and her hands finding their way back to your wrists. You try your best to break out of her grasp but to no avail.

“I can stop, if that’s what you want,” she sits up as her icy eyes lock onto yours.

“No, baby please don’t,” you beg.

“Oh, we’re begging now,” she hisses.

You huff as you look away from her in slight embarrassment. You don’t usually beg for it because she always knows what you want and how you want it, she just looked so good today after her workout: sweaty, beefy, hot, toned, tan, muscular, and hot that you needed her right then.

“Don’t look away from me, I wanna see your pretty face,” her face smug, knowing just where she wanted to take this. “Be a good girl for me.”

That’s a first, you thought to yourself. Rhea hasn’t called you anything in bed before other than your normal pet names like baby and what not. You’ve both talked about being more open to different things and her being a more aggressive top was one of them even though she’s definitely a power bottom. The good girl rang in your head over and over causing your stomach to flutter away a thousand miles per minute.

“Was that too much?” she whispered, self conscious of how she was doing.

“Not at all,” you reassure her, “do it again.”

Her eyes widened a bit at the response but she gained confidence in a split second. “Be a good girl or I’ll have to restrain you.”

Neither of you were shy about the idea of a little bondage, handcuffs or a tie around the wrists or legs but today was different, she had more confidence, which was extremely attractive to you and you needed her to know that she was doing well. So of course, you refused and looked away from her again, closing your eyes this time, struggling to get her to release her grip on your hands. In one swift motion, she held your wrists with one hand as she opened the night stand drawer pulling out the black fuzzy handcuffs.

“Pleeaassee, they’re on sale!” you begged.

“We don't need them, we have a normal pair back home. Plus they’re cheesy.”

You gave the strong woman your best puppy eyes for a solid minute before she folded.

She sighed, “fine, but don’t you dare use them on me, I hate the feeling of the fur.”

“Eek! Thank youuuu!” you giggled.

She didn’t mean to grab them but it was too late to go back now. You smiled wide as she put them on you, wrapping the chain around one of the bars of the black metal bed frame. Once finished, she continued her journey down your body sending shivers down your back everytime she bit your skin. The more noticeable the bite mark, the harder she did it the next time. She loved marking you and you loved looking at them. She was a pro at hiding them in the perfect spot so no one could see them but the two of you.

She stopped and sat up, looking at the work she’s left on you. Grazing her hands on your torso she felt her way down to your shorts, “can I take these off?” she asked politely.

“Yes, please.” you breathe.

“A lil desperate, are we?”

“So bad.”

“Hmm,” she purrs, throwing your shorts and underwear to the pile.

She gets off of you and stands next to the bed. Taking off her tank top and booty shorts, you stare as her muscles tense and loosen throughout her body as you take it all in.

“God hurry up, I need you,” you beg.

She lets out a small laugh as she climbs back onto the bed, but this time she spreads your legs and brushes her hands up your thighs. Scooting herself down, she begins to kiss and bite the inside of your thighs. You’ve begun to whimper under her touch trying to slip out of the cuffs.

“Nuh uh,” she says and reaches up to tighten them one notch.

“Baby, please I need to touch you,” you cry.

“But you’re doing such a good job, laying there looking pretty for me.”

You huff again at her response, trying your best not to show that you love her praise, though she knows better.

“You always do so well for me, babygirl. Just a little longer then maybe I’ll let you out, hm?” She continues her trail of kisses.

A devilish grin falls on her mouth as she makes eye contact with you, knowing better, you dare not to break it this time. She gently licks your bundle of nerves grazing it gently, sending your hips jerking as the air leaves your lungs. Her tongue begins to create small circles between your legs as you squirm. She climbs back on top of you and moves her hand where her mouth was and starts massaging at a steady pace. She goes back to kissing your neck, but then her free hand wraps around your neck gently squeezing.

She tugs at your ear with her teeth, as her hand quickens its pace, “fuck you’re so wet. Is that all because of me?” she says, her accent thick in your ear.

You try your best to nod your head.

Her hand tightens around your neck and her hand stops immediately, “answer me,” she demands.

“Y-yes, fuck,” you force out.

“Good girl.” she loosens her grip then quickens her pace.

You groan at her praise, bucking your hips for more. She obliged and added more pressure.

“Baby please uncuff me, I need to touch you,” you whine with the little air that’s left in your lungs, “I’m so close, please.”

Graciously, she does and your hands fly to her face grabbing and pulling it in for a forceful kiss. Her now free hand moves to your breast, massaging it carefully. Finally letting go of the kiss, you wrap your arms around the powerful woman digging your nails into the skin of her back.

“Oh fUck,” you moan.

The pressure quickly rises inside of you, your hips grinding to the rhythm of her hand, the feeling of the muscles in her back tensing trying to hold you together, it’s all becoming too much. She removes her hand from your breast and uses it to spread your legs wider allowing her more room to straddle one of your legs as she begins to ride it. Her hot, wet center sliding up and down your thigh almost sends you over the edge but you wanted to wait for her. Though, it doesn’t take long for her to catch up, seeing how much she turns you on gets her hot and bothered very easily.

She moans, “mmm, fuck…come for me, baby.”

The pressure inside you finally released as you moaned loudly, arching your back, “oh my GOD!”

A second barely went by when black hair flipped backward as she arched her back as your nails dug down her skin leaving long scratches down her back, “FUCK!” She rode out her high on your leg as you rode her hand, almost moaning in unison.

She slumped her body down on top of you, both of you trying to catch your breath. She released her hand from your center, resting it on your free leg.

After you finally caught your breath, “you’re so fucking hot.”

“Please, look at you.”

“Don’t make me prove it to you.”

She leaned herself on her elbows and squinted at you, “I’d like to see you try.”

Somehow, you quickly overpowered her and flipped her on the bed so that you were now on top of her, “Watch me.”

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