MiaLynnMae

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Exclusive and Elusive-

Based on the song “Curiosity” by Bryce Savage

Pairings: CM Punk X Fem Reader

Genre: SMUT (18+)

Summary: Punk and I have been friends for longer than I can remember. I don't really remember how it came about but a friends with benefits relationship had blossomed. We were both getting what we wanted, someone we could trust with our bodies, mind and soul but without the labels. Best friends one minute talking about the most random stuff to the most amazing sex of both of our lives. Things evolve, things change and this is how it all unfolds.

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Don't Call Me Kid-

Based on the song "Illicit Affairs" by Taylor Swift

Pairings: CM Punk X Fem Reader

Genre: SMUT (18+)

Summary: Being a wrestling fan your whole life, it meant the world when you got your dream job working in the WWE. With your new found TV Production degree, you start on an amazing journey. What happens though when you keep running into your favorite wrestler?

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*Completed Requests*-

From joecoolette: a scenario where punk gets mad because reader does a risky move in the ring -- a dive, a blade spot, going thru the desk or something. he's proud but he's upset that she could've gotten hurt!!

Pairings: CM Punk X Fem Reader

Genre: SMUT (18+)

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From soupiiiie: Hiiii could you please do a cm punk angsty something where she think's he's cheating and she shits down and he doesnt realize because he's too busy sneaking around planning her birthday party (or actually cheating hmmm) And she like breaks up with him and he's so confused and then yeah... you be the judge of happy or sad ending. Thank you so muchh 🐡

Pairings: CM Punk X Fem Reader

Genre: SFW (Fluff/Angst)

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Waking the next morning, my head hurt and my heart was heavy.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to watch tonight, and it would be the first time I wasn’t able to watch one of his matches.  I had to do this for him, for me and for…us…whatever would be left.  I couldn’t go out with the girls, they thought I was at the event.  This, I had to be alone.  I got dressed, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out…somewhere.

After grabbing a much needed caffeine boost, I just drove.  My phone was blowing up next to me and I just left it.  Turning on my car radio and not my playlist, I knew I wouldn’t be hounded with our songs, memories that I wasn’t ready to face yet and a bit of calm before the storm.  There was always one place I could go to decompress and think.  Turning down the old dirt road, my heart began to feel less heavy.  My peace was at the end of this old dirt road.  The car bounced along like an old forgotten song as it pulled into the clearing and the lake opened up like home.  My peace, my sanity…home.

Swinging the car around the loop to the firepit in the center of the path, I shut off the car and enjoyed the sunrise over the water.  For the first time in awhile, I could take a deep breath, take in my surroundings, get the smell of the lake into my lungs.  I could think clearly, feel clearly and figure out what I wanted.

I loved Phil.

I always loved Phil.

I will always love Phil.

He is my best friend, my rock, my heart, my soul, the air in my lungs…the one I could text at any time.  The one where I could have the shittiest day ever and he would send me the dumbest meme and it would brighten my day.  The shoulder I could cry on, the one I can open my heart fully to.  The one I gave my heart, soul and body to.  The one who made me feel comfortable in my own skin, the only man who ever made me feel sexy and confident.  The only man who has ever fully known my body inside and out.  The one who never judged me, who encouraged me and supported me.

Memories flashed like gold flecks in my mind.  Sitting at a diner at 2am, laughing over fries and a milkshake at some thirsty fanfics that he had found. A night where I had a horrible panic attack and we were on facetime, him talking me through it even though he was across the country.  The day he got his new merch and sent me a care package as I opened it up on facetime.  “You would look great in my gear” he smirked.  The nights he would call me excited about the matches of that night.  The days during the drives that he would call me while I was at work, just to leave voicemails for me to listen to later.  How he felt about love after everything he had been through before…how he felt about kids.  I knew he was always in my future, just not sure in what capacity.

We grew together, deepening our bond over time, through facetime, phone calls and meet ups.  Then it all came to a head one night in Forth Worth, TX.  He had been on the road for 9 months straight, traveling, wrestling, sleeping…rinse and repeat.  I was able to come visit him for one of his house shows.  He gave me the address for the hotel and his code for his room.  He told me to let myself in as he may be still at the arena when I got in.  I was able to drop off my stuff until my room was available at my hotel a few hours later.  Grabbing my keys, I headed to the arena, just in time to get my seat.

House shows always seemed to be more lax, more fun for the audience and the superstars.  Matches that normally wouldn’t fly on air or enemies teaming up to go against other tag teams.  I loved watching all the matches that night and I was glad I could be there for Phil.  He was teamed up with Danhausen to go against Cody Rhodes and the Miz.  I could tell he was having fun and enjoying himself, but he just looked tired throughout the match.  Trading each other’s moves back and forth (all 4 of them) it was a sight to behold.  It ended with foam swords being thrown in the middle of the ring and full chaos with the Mini-Hausen’s hitting everyone with them.

Once the show ended and I got back to Phil’s room, I went to grab my bag to head to my hotel room.  He was already inside and in the shower.  I knocked on the door quickly and said, “Hey, thanks for letting me stash my bag here…I’m gonna head over and check in.” I turned to walk away and I hear, “No…no don’t leave just yet!  I wanna catch up!” I snickered.  “Ok, ok…I can stay for a little bit.” I turned to sit back on the couch.  I sat on my phone until I heard the water click off and the door open with steam pouring out.  He came out with a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts, water still dripping off the ends of his hair.  “Hey.” He said with a huge smile on his face.  I stood and walked over to him.  “Hey.” I said beaming as he reached over and hugged me.  I couldn’t help but giggle as he held me.  “I’m so glad you are here.” He breathed into my hair.  “I’ve missed you too, Phil.” I breathed him in.  Pulling back, I could see the smile radiating off his tired face.  “Cmon,” he said and lead me to the couch.  “So, whats been going on?”

It seems like we sat on that couch for hours talking about everything.  Laughing, crying and everything in between. “Don’t you get lonely out here?” I asked, playfully slapping his thigh, his arm went behind my head on the couch.  I heard him deeply sigh and shift on the couch.  “Yeah, it does.  That’s why I keep contact with you.” His smile beamed.  “What about you? Aren’t you lonely too?” I smiled and looked at my lap.  Pulling the hair behind my ear, I stated, “Yeah, but it’s not a high priority.  I’m not the type to hit it and quit it either.” He nodded.  “Yeah, I get that.  I mean when I was younger, it was a different story but now.” He sighed looking up at the ceiling.  “I don’t want randos.  If I’m gonna be with someone, I want to be with someone I know, that I trust.” I looked right at him.  “I feel the same way.”

I felt the air shift in that moment, a flicker in his eyes I had never seen, a ripple run across his shoulders, his breathing starting to get heavier.  I could feel my own heart racing, my breath starting to pick up and my mind to feel a bit hazy.  He licked his lips softly as he did when he was serious.  “You know…”he started, raising his hand to my cheek, stroking it gently. “I always had a thing for you.”  My heart burst and my breath became shallow.  He must have seen my eyes widen and he chuckled.  It was my turn to lick my lips.  “As I had for you.” I breathlessly said, my brain freaking out, not knowing if this moment was real.  My head nuzzled slightly into the soft touch on my cheek.  I could hear him sigh softly as his fingertips flexed in my hair.  “I mean, we could…”he started.  His eyes focused on my lips.  My dreams were coming true, and I couldn’t believe it…and then it came…

“keep each other company without it being a big thing.”  My heart stuttered a bit.  He just wants my body.  My mind was so over clouded with lust and his attention, at that moment…I didn’t care.  I let out a soft sigh and let my eyes close for a moment, turning it into a soft moan.  Opening my eyes, I saw a hunger on Phil’s face I had never seen before, his lips parted and his chest moving rapidly.  His hand a bit more firm on my cheek, slinking down my throat to my shoulder, a low growl escaping.  “How about we help each other out hmm?” 

That’s how things started.  A kiss full of heat and bite, love bites all over eachother’s skin.  Realizing how responsive he was and how my body reacted to his.  It was hot and quick and raw.  Lust driven, full of need and passion.  I picked up on his tells, his wants and his needs.  He loved his cock down my throat and he loved returning the favor as the man knew how to eat.  That’s how we ended up with me riding him on the little couch in his hotel room as he got close quickly.  He yanked me off of him, told me to get on my knees as I took his release.  Hearing him let go was the sexiest thing I had ever heard and ever seen.

 Swallowing it all, he laid boneless against the back of the couch and I smirked, getting up and grabbing my clothes.  “Hey…”he said, sucking a deep breath in, trying to catch is breath.  “What about you?”  I smiled and sat back on the couch with him.  “It was all for you.”   He ran a hand through his hair “Holy fuck…that was…damn…I owe you…” I just grinned as he started to stir, leaning over to grab his clothes.  I just laughed as I grabbed my bag and looked back.  “See you later Phil.”

Coming out of my reverie and looking out at the water, those memories were happy, those memories were cherished and as much as I loved it, later me was paying for that night.  The night that started the rest of the nights over the last year.  The nights that started and ended in his hotel rooms all across the country.  The facetime calls having phone sex.  The nights we let our deepest desires and kinks out.  It was always about connection and release, but never about love.  I learned what made him feel good, I learn what he needed.  He learned how my body behaved and what he could do to make me feel good.  By day, I was his best friend, talking about meme’s and dumb things from the last show.  By night, he was calling me Babygirl and had me above him and under him.  The whole time I knew this was only gonna be a friends with benefits thing, someone we trusted to let off some steam but I had always hoped that maybe…MAYBE we would become more.

As the memories faded and I watched the sun and the wind on the water, I felt at peace.  I had no idea what Phil would decide and I had hopes of what he would decide but something in me was just saying, be prepared for all scenarios and be ok with all scenarios.  No matter what happened, it wouldn’t change my love for him; that would never go away.  Sighing and turning the car back on, I drove away from my sanity, the lake in the rearview, I knew I would have to face the music sooner or later…

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BRR BRR BRR

I just stared at my phone.  Should I answer? Should I let it go to voicemail? What will I say? What will he say? I chewed my lip and contemplated what to do when the buzzing stopped.  No voicemail, just a missed call.  I let out a sigh of relief, grabbed my phone and headed down the hall.  Immediately, a facetime call came through.  He is relentless, I will give him that.  I let that one go too. I sighed as I threw my phone onto my bed, stripped down and got into the hot, steamy shower.  I needed a reset; I could still feel the sweat and tears gripping my skin.

As my body relaxed, the steam and the hot water working wonders on my tired, heavy body, my mind scattered.  It was hard to pinpoint when things really started going wrong, when things started changing and then when things went back to a point of almost no return.  Having all of the happy memories with Phil as my best friend, then as a lover.  Then, the bad memories as of late.  I didn’t want to lose him in any capacity.  Were we stupid for even trying this to begin with? Maybe.  We are here now, dealing with the aftermath of our lust.  Then the biggest question, could we even still just be friends after this? 

The water started going cold, breaking me out of my thoughts.  My body, while cleaned, was more tense than ever.  The sad thought of losing Phil completely was something I was not ready for.  After towel drying, I threw on some pj pants and a loose t-shirt and headed to the kitchen to make a hot tea.  I stood at the island, sipping my tea and spacing out on some more highlights from the night when it went to a commercial break and I could hear a vibration.  Puzzled, I followed the sound down the hall to my bedroom and there on my bed, my phone was still buzzing.  Phil’s still trying to reach me.  He’s never been this persistent.

It soon ended and then that’s when I finally saw all of the missed calls and notifications.  Facetimes, phone calls, the notifications were just stacked on each other.  I started feeling guilty. I just need to get this over with.  Sighing, I sat down on the couch with my phone.  I scrolled to P, facetime.  Taking a deep breath, I hit call.

My breath caught, my heart started to race as it trilled.  It clicked on as he answered.  His face was on full display, the marks that were in the segment were gone.  Is he wearing makeup to cover them or was it makeup to begin with? I couldn’t help but question.  His eyes were a bit duller than normal and a pang of guilt hit me once again.  “Hey.” He started softly and almost not believing I was actually on the line.  I pushed back my still wet hair out of my face.  “Hey.” I softly responded as the tension hung in the air.  Things were quiet, I could hear the ac running in his hotel room through the call.  I decided to start a conversation.

“Tomorrow night’s match seems to have a good build up, especially after that little stunt you and Logan pulled tonight.” His eyes went up to the screen.  “You watched?” He questioned, like he was genuinely surprised I did.  I let out a sigh.  “Of course, I watched.” My hands pulled at the ends of my pant leg, my nerves started to boil under the surface.  Things went quiet again and things were just awkward.  “Tomorrow is the big night.” I said after a moment.  I could see his eyes look away from his phone as his jaw clenched.  “Yeah,” he started.  “You’ve been working hard for this Phil.  You are headlining Wrestlemania.” I softly said, avoiding the screen. I see him nod as he looks off past the phone again. 

“Oh, is she there?” as I watched his eyes dart back and forth.  “I’m sorry, I’ll let you guys…” I trailed off as he bore his eyes into the camera.  “STOP.” I heard him say painfully.  “Mystik and I aren’t together outside of the storyline Y/N.” His eyes did not leave the screen.  “Everything you saw and heard lately, it’s all been story line.  Whether you want to believe that or not, it’s your call.” I could tell he was wrenching his hands together out of frame.  My eyes closed and I let out a controlled breath.  “What about what you said…”I bit my lip.  “Those messages you left, the texts…” my voice started to drift.  I saw him open his mouth a few times, like he was trying to decide what to say.  His head laid in his hands as I could hear him groan.

“Not proud of that.” He mumbled.  “I was stressed out, upset with you and still thinking about the last night we spent together.” His voice was soft and full of pain.  My heart clenched.  “Phil,” I started, “You already said”  “I know what I said Y/N.” he cut me off, his eyes glaring into the screen.  Things went quiet for a moment as everything hung in the air.  “I’ve thought a lot about that night lately.” He sighed as his face clenched up.  “We crossed a line that we hadn’t before and in the moment it felt right and then after…it was just different.” He started slowly.  “That moment broke something in me.  Our relationship changed in that moment, Y/N.”

“I am not stupid Phil.  You think I didn’t feel the change, haven’t thought about that night over and over again?” I started rambling, everything starting to spew out of me.  “You think I didn’t feel what I felt?  Notice the change in your eyes, in your touch?  Felt the…”I stopped as my eyes closed and a tear threatened to fall.  I couldn’t continue that sentence.  I tried to keep it together as I heard the heavy sigh leave his lips.  Things remained quiet for a few moments.  His hand went through is hair as he sighed.  “I don’t know where to go from here.” He said so lowly, I almost didn’t pick it up.  My heart sank.  I knew what it meant but I just didn’t want to believe it.  “I understand.” I said looking down at my feet, my voice wavering. 

A sniff broke the silence as I saw Phil’s eyes red and his face was pink.  I felt guilty but I knew what had to be done…atleast for now. “How about we put a pause on this…for now…just until after Wrestlemania…I don’t want this to be the reason to ruin your moment.” I said, trying to keep it together.  “The crowd needs CM Punk at his fullest and his best.” I lowly said, not looking at the screen.  Phil didn’t say anything, as I could tell his mind was spinning.  “Promise me you will focus on tomorrow and not think anything of this or what lead to this.” I still said, not looking at the screen.  “This cannot jeopardize your title reign.”  Taking a deep breath, I finally looked back at the screen.  “I’ll wait for you to contact me to discuss things further but until then, I don’t exist.  Just give him Hell Champ.” I tried to smile.  The look in his eyes pained me but this was best for him right now.  “I’ll talk to you soon ok?” I softly said, my voice wavering once again.  I saw him nod slowly as he chewed at his lip.  “Goodbye.” I said clicking the end button.

I dropped my phone, as I broke into a sob.  I knew this was the right decision for now as he needed to focus on Wrestlemania and not me.  I wanted him to continue to succeed and I didn’t want to be the reason for his downfall.  Grabbing my phone and knowing it was late, I flipped through my phone, trying to find somewhere to be tomorrow that I wouldn’t catch any Wrestlemania coverage.  I wouldn’t be able to watch or hear anything about his match or him tomorrow.  I needed to be away from it all and clear my head.  After settling on my plans for tomorrow, I shut off my phone and fell into a troubled sleep.

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I replayed that moment on repeat the whole next week.  Musk and sandalwood, sweat and the pure smell of him.  His calloused but velvet fingers on my overheated cheeks, his soft luscious lips on mine. The taste of cinnamon gum, spicy and sweet.  The feeling of his  breath on my face and his hard heat pushing into me.  I hoped it would happen again but maybe it was a mistake, heat of the moment, a fluke.  I chewed my lip as I headed to the stadium that next Monday.

Setting foot into the building, my heart was beating out my chest.  Nerves, excitement and just the thrill of the show coursing through my veins.  We got there after the talent did and I dropped my stuff off at my station in the truck.  I grabbed my headset and my radio and grabbed my work sheet and clipboard heading to the ring.  I get down the long corridor and almost get to Gorilla when I hear that distinct voice.

Punk.

I feel myself bristle a bit and my heart beat even faster.  I just keep walking down the hall but hearing his laugh fills me with happiness.  I smirk a bit as I hit my mark right outside on the ramp.  Checking all of the panels, making sure everything was hooked up, Pyro spots were clear and that the ramp was clean.  Another sold out show.  I was proud to be a part of the WWE and doing a small part to make sure the show was good for the fans.  “118 marking off sections.” I radioed in as I heard my boss acknowledge it.  Flipping the page, I walked down the ramp and skirted under the ring to make sure that the LED’s in the ring posts were connected.  I rolled out from underneath right onto someone’s boots.

Looking at the colors I felt my heart close.  You have to be kidding me. Yellow Chicago Stars with the white outline.  I fought to fight back a chuckle as I got myself on to fours and then upright to eyeline with his chest.  “You know, we have to stop meeting like this.” I heard his voice above me and I froze a bit.  “Sorry about that.” I said, brushing off knees and picking up my clipboard.  The smile on his face was addictive.  I couldn’t help smiling back at him.  To the left of him was Triple H.  My smile immediately fell.  “Apologies Paul.  Was making sure the ring posts were lit up, just didn’t look from under the ring skirt first.  Won’t happen again.” His face was stern and nodded as I skirted around him and I went back up the ramp, my face white.  Shit, shit shit…

Looking up at the Titaron, they were testing camera angles and it flashed to where Punk and Triple H were standing and I saw Punk’s head turning back my way looking, his eyes scanning me up and down for a moment, smirking and turning back to Triple H, arms crossed and laughing.  I felt my face heat up once again as I hurried up the ramp.

Fans started entering a bit later, I turned in my papers to my boss in the truck and grabbed the rundown for the show.  I was placed in Gorilla once again, monitors in front of me as the theme started playing.  My segment wasn’t on for a bit and I just sat and enjoyed the show like a fan.  Shaking all of the talent’s hands that came through after every segment, truly appreciative of their work and some even thanking us which was super sweet.  “118…118 copy?” My radio started to blare.  “Go for 118.” I said looking at the monitor.  “118, after your segment, we need you to start packing up crates in the back, we have an early morning tomorrow.”  “Copy.  118 acknowledge.” After adjusting my headset, I realized that the voice that radioed for me was one that normally didn’t.  I was a bit confused but didn’t think anything of it.  After a moment, I heard Triple H mumbling something into his headset and then looked at me.  He smiled and went back to whomever he was talking to.  Strange…

My segment, the women’s match went off without a hitch.  Looking at the script, I cued camera angles, hit the production feed timings, and it ended great.  Once the girls came back and high 5’s were had, I collected my things and went to the production truck, turned in my script and checklist and headed to the back loading docks.  All I had to was stack the smaller equipment to be shrink wrapped to the pallets to be loaded.  We all on the team took turns and then the guys would come by after we were done with the forklifts. I got the first 3 pallets done ready to go when I heard someone come up from behind me.  Figuring it was a coworker, I whipped around, my face sweaty, my hair matted to my forehead, my black uniform dirty from the dust of the arena and standing in front of me once again, was CM Punk.

“Hi.” I meekly got out before trying to brush myself off.  “Hey.” He said softly, he was still in his ring gear, getting ready to go on in a bit.  “I…uh…I heard your number called over one of the other guys’ walkies earlier and I figured I’d find you out here.” His eyes were kind, a genuine smile on his face, so friendly.  I wiped the sweat from my brow and stood up completely.  “Yeah, it’s my turn to pack the truck.  Is there something I can do for you?” I politely asked as my breath hitched a bit but tried to remain professional.  Immediately he laughed.  “No, no…I just…” he started and swept his hair back with his hand.  “I uh, haven’t seen you since last week and um…” he looked down at his boots for a moment and back at me.  Was he nervous? What is he getting at?  “I just wanted to say hey and um wanted to see if maybe we could get a bite to eat after the show tonight.”

His grin was smooth and slick but so perfectly him and seemed genuine.  I was floored.  He.  Wants to go eat.  With me.  What the fuck?! The fangirl inside of me was screaming but the adult part of me was a bit skeptical, but still excited.  “Um, sure!” I said breathlessly as I noticed he was getting closer.  My heart felt like it was beating out my chest again as he lowered his face to mine once again and kissed me softly, his fingers going to my chin.  I felt like I was melting.  As he pulled away, my eyes fluttered open to see his face just an inch from mine.  “I’ll meet you out here at 11.” He grinned, pulled back and walked back to Gorilla.

What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…my brain was short circuiting as I sat on the steps of the loading dock.  Then the obvious thought ran through my head.  What if he’s pranking me, maybe this some weird initiation thing for the newbie?  I wanted to remain optimistic but I had to be reserved…it seemed to good to be true.  I stood up, got back to my crates and finished up the last one.

I got back to Gorilla just in time to crowd around a monitor to catch the last part of Punk’s segment.  He was fighting in the middle of the ring with Seth Rollins, punches being thrown, Adam Pearce trying to pull them apart and a whole bunch of security being thrown into chaos.  The crowd was eating it up as the stares of the two men ended the show as it cut to black.  “Nice job everyone!” Triple H said as claps were heard all around Gorilla.  I headed back to the production truck to finish off my tasks, pack my bags and head out for the night.

After finishing up, I headed to the loading docks where those trucks had already left and I was alone.  I pulled out my phone to answer a few texts until I felt someone standing next to me.  I looked up and there he was.  Grey hoodie, ball cap, jeans and sneakers, black bag strapped around his chest, suitcase in tow behind him.  He held out his hand to me and with a grin, “Ready to go?” I stayed there for a moment looking at him and then to his hand.  I slowly took it as our fingers laced.  I couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on my face along with the blush as he lead us out into the night. 

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Summary: Being a wrestling fan your whole life, it meant the world when you got your dream job working in the WWE. With your new found TV Production degree, you start on an amazing journey. What happens though when you keep running into your favorite wrestler?

Rating: E (18+)

Inspired by "Illicit Affairs" by Taylor Swift

Part 1

I always find myself after the high, soaking in what has really happened. After the heat, the passion, the groans, the promises…the broken promises that are just whispers in the heat of the moment.  Part of me wants to hold on to the glimpse, the shimmer of hope that comes from his praise and his touch.  The anticipation, the lust, it’s all that consumes my thoughts in the moment.

Then it’s over, and I am alone.

It started innocently at first.  I grew up watching wrestling, a huge fan since I was little.  When I was offered a job as part of the production crew, I was over the moon.  It didn’t hit me until I got my WWE polo and the acceptance letter in the mail.  It was a lower production job, helping getting everyone to their marks but it was an honest stepping stone into the company.

First day jitters were finally behind me, mostly just helping set up the ring, I didn’t have much interaction with the whole roster until someone brushed up against my back slightly.  Nervous, I immediately turned around to apologize.  “I’m sorry, it’s my fault and my first day and it won’t happen…” The words stopped in my mouth as my eyes saw hazel.  A salt and pepper beard and a pompadour hairstyle caught my eye.  My eyes widened and my breath caught.  CM Punk.  Of all people to run into, it had to be him.  The man that I wrote dirty stories about as a teenager, the first orgasm I had ever as I watched him in the ring.  I could feel my core throb once as I tried to remember how to breathe.

“Hey don’t worry about it.  Was totally me.  Stupid rope got stuck.  Are you ok?” his gentle eyes met mine with complete concern, as his hand gently touched my shoulder in reassurance.  I tried not to fan girl and act like a fish out of water.  My brain finally catching up with the situation, I opened my mouth.  “Yeah, yeah…I’m okay.” I said breathlessly. I reached down to grab the section of rope holding up the curtain. 

He reached down the same time I did and we bumped heads.  Pulling back, we were both chuckling.  “Seems like I am clumsy today.” He smirked, handing me the apron.  I smiled shyly and graciously took it from him.  “No, it’s totally me…I am just an anxious ball of energy.” Looking at him and his eyes, the fuzzy warmth flooded over me and I felt like a teenager again.  His hand reached out. “Punk.” “Y/N.” We shook hands but the instant we touched, electricity ran through my veins.  Hopefully he doesn’t pick up on the goosebumps. I thought to myself.  “See you around, Kid.” With that he walked away, pulling out his phone and going up the ramp.  My heart was racing, my breath rapid.  I gathered the rest of the apron and got it into place, still noticing the tingling in my arm, and the warmth forming in my core.

Later that night, I was behind gorilla, clipboard in hand going thru the manifolds.  I had my microphone pack on my back and headset on, running through the last notes before I had to head over to Gorilla.  From behind me, I hear it.  His laugh.  My heart sped up a bit and I smiled, being able to listen to him have a normal conversation in person.  Hearing all of the wrestlers around me just being normal people was just truly so cool to experience.  We went live in 30 minutes.

 Over my headset I hear, “Hey Y/N.” I immediately freeze.  No, he doesn’t have communication line privileges, none of the talent really did.  Someone is messing with me. Shaking it off, I start going down my clipboard notes.  “Kid, turn around.” I froze again, it was him clear as day.  “I know you heard me, I saw you freeze.” I sat down the clipboard slowly and turned my head.  There was Punk, with one of the other production assistants with their headset grinning at me.  “Just wanted to say good luck tonight on your first RAW.  You’ll knock them dead.  Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great.” My eyes wide and my breath caught.  “Thanks Punk.  I appreciate that.” I couldn’t help the smirk that went across my face.  He put a thumbs up and winked at me and handed back the headset to the assistant and walked away.  It may had been a small gesture to him as I was told he always welcomed the new staff to the WWE family, but it meant more to me than he would ever know.

Things went smooth over the next few months, I was really getting a groove going and finding my place.  “Ok, next set is Punk.” I said naturally.  “Music cue, promo segment, music cue for LA Knight, promo.” I said over the radio.  “Sorted 112.  Sorted 114. Sorted 116.” The my team called out to acknowledge.  “Sorted 118.” I said and turning around, grabbing my clipboard and headed up to Gorilla to the monitors, keeping my distance but being able to see to make sure cues were going on time.  I was still a fan by heart and being able to be in this environment was amazing.  I watched the show from Gorilla every week and it felt surreal.  I knew cue spots, but never what was being said so I loved seeing what stories played out.

Knowing my segment was up next,  I got to sit closer to the monitor.  Going through, the  cues were on time and the segment was going beautifully.  I couldn’t wait for tonight be over as the hotel I was staying it had a big bath tub.  I was looking forward to soaking and not having a care in the world for a little while.  A little reward to myself for my new job.  Body scrubs, a bath bomb and a new playlist on my phone, ready to go.   

My mind starts to wonder until I hear the rest of the team in my ear.  “Wait, he’s going off script…this isn’t planned!” I immediately broke out of my reverie and look over at Triple H with a grin on his face.  “It’s ok, Paul is aware.” I radio back.  I look up at the screen and see Punk sitting on the announcer’s table with mic in hand.  Oh, of course it’s him.  This is gonna be good.

He brings the mic closer to his lips and licks them quickly.  The fans are right, he can’t keep that thing in his mouth for the life of him. I smirked as he looked into the camera.  “I don’t know why everyone is so worried about what I am gonna do; I mean it’s not like I am the voice of the voiceless, the second city saint, a chick magnet…”I knew every fanigirl’s heart was exploding by the expression on his face.  He knew was he was doing.  God, I wonder what he would feel like, what he would taste like…my mind started to wander, him pushing me up against the ring post, grinding against me softly as his hands grip my hair.  His tongue making love to mine in a sensual, seductive dance….I could feel myself grow wet at the thought, clenching my legs together in my seat.

I’m at work, I shouldn’t be thinking like this!  Immediately scolding myself, Punk came through the curtain after his segment.  He must have seen the flush on my cheeks and the doe look in my eyes.  He smirked as he walked past me.  Cocky.  I thought to myself as I tuned back into the rest of the show.

Later on that night, I was headed back to the production truck when Punk came out of his dressing room, we collided into each other, him pushing me into a crate.  Our faces millimeters away from each other.  Both our breathing was irregular, his arms braced on the crate behind me, our hips pushed into each other’s…I could feel him, every pressure point in his jean covered cock pushed into my dress slacks.  Immediately, I gasped from the feeling of him pushed against me and the now pulsing coming from my core.  Our eyes met, both our mouths hanging open as time seemed to stand still.  I could see the flicker in his eye as I am sure it matched mine.  Immediately, my cheeks flushed.  A small whimper left my lips and and a small grunt left his.  We just froze there, starting at eachother for a moment when suddenly a crackily voice came from my headset, breaking us from the moment.  He immediately retracted back from me.

“I uh…”He started, backing away from me slowly.  “I am so sorry about that.” He said softly.  “It’s um…it’s okay.” I said breathlessly.  Our eyes still locked on eachother, then noticing he was still slightly pressed into me.  I felt a pulse ripple though him and my eyes slipped closed.  A breathy gasp made its way out of lips before I could stop it.  With my eyes still closed, I heard a low growl come from Punk, as he was wrestling a demon of his own.  After sucking in a deep breath, I opened my eyes once again and saw his eyes now dark starting back at me.  He reached out his right arm slightly to cup my cheek, his thumb grazing the soft, red skin.  Before we could both process it, his hand scooped behind my neck, gripping the hair there, bringing me into him.  Our lips gently touched at first, feather like.  Sparks dancing like electricity danced around my skin as his lips opened deeper, his tongue sweeping at mine.  One had let go of the clipboard, the other was now entangled around his neck.  Slow, languid kisses started growing deeper but not faster as I could feel his tongue sliding against mine.  Before pulling back, he brought my lip between his teeth and sucked gently, letting go with a pop.

Hooded, lustful eyes stared back at me, the only sound was the cracking of the radio and our erratic breathing.  Staring at eachother for a moment, my heart pounding out of my chest, he finally spoke.  “I uh…I…”his hand went through his hair as he stepped back a few steps.  “Maybe tell them you ran, your face is red.” He smirked at me as he slowly walked away from me and walked down the hall.

Thank you so muchh 🐡

Here it is and I'm sorry it took so long...I hope you like it! 😁

“Becky.” I sniffed, grasping my phone.  “I think Phil’s cheating on me.”

It felt like part of my heart was being ripped out at the realization.  Hearing it out loud, it hit me harder than I thought.  I needed to talk to someone about it and I could always rely on my best friend Becky.  “What would make you think that?” she said, seeming like she had stopped what she was doing.  “He hasn’t been answering my texts, his location is off, and when I do get him on the phone, he’s very short and distracted.”  I could hear Becky sigh into the phone. 

“Sweetie, he is a WWE Superstar.  The man is BUSY.  I don’t think he is messing around on you.” I played with the hem on the blanket that covered my lap, chewing my lip.  “Well if he’s not cheating on me, what is going on?” I could hear her sigh through the phone.  “Y/N…you haven’t seen each other in months.  The calls and the facetimes have been scarce at best, I know…I think you are just missing him and reading into things more than you usually do.  Just calm down.” Deep down, I knew she was probably right but my heart did not want to believe that.  As she could sense the thoughts in my head.

“Do you trust him?”  She asked and I had thought about it for a moment.  “Yes.” I softly said.  “Has he ever given you a reason to not trust him?” I really thought hard.  “No.” I said quietly.  “Then there you go.” She softly said.  “Just relax, take a breath and trust in the process.” She said as a loud clang was heard in the background.  “Gerald, you put that down right now!  I’m sorry Y/N.  I have to go.” She said as she hung up the phone.

I chewed on what Becky said.  She’s right…I’m over thinking it.  Stupid hormones.  I knew I was gonna start my period soon and that was probably it.  I soon put on and old match of Punk’s, just to hear his voice.  I missed him so much but atleast I can still see him and hear his voice.

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A week later

I groaned in pain, barely able to move.  Oh, this one is bad.  I was due for a bad cycle but damn.  Had to call off work and I had been nursing my favorite drink and clinging to my phone like a lifeline.  Checking every little bit, clinging to hope to hear something from Punk.  2 weeks.  2 weeks and I still haven’t heard a peep from him.  Not answering my messages, my calls, my facetimes.  No good morning babe texts, no stupid memes…nothing.  The more time went on, it felt less like my hormones and more like my intuition taking over.  Something isn’t right. Soon Becky flashed on my screen. 

Becks: Have you heard anything yet?

No.

Becks: Are you fucking serious?! The man is busy but THIS is ridiculous!!!!

Sad crying emoji

Becks: The next time I see him I am going to kick his Chicago ASS!

I laughed at that and replied.

That would be funny to see, a great birthday present.

My birthday was only 2 weeks away and looking at his schedule, he was going to be on the other side of the country, with no breaks to come home.  Hopefully I’d see him soon.

Becks: I know you miss him boo but I’ll make sure you have an amazing birthday.

I was looking forward to her plans.  Girls trip with lots of wine, dancing and letting go.

I can’t wait.

Putting my phone down, I looked over at the empty spot in the bed next to me.  Still had his imprint of his body in the sheets from the last time he was here.  His scent was long gone but it made my heart hurt a bit more.  I pulled one of his shirts out of the drawer on his side of the bed and breathed it in.  A faint smell was left and I breathed deeply.  I needed this and needed his comfort.  I folded it and put it back.  We hadn’t moved in together yet but I had a drawer at his place and he had one at mine.

That’s when I noticed most of his stuff was cleared out of the drawer.  That made me stop in my tracks.  Why would he be taking this stuff with him?  I was puzzled and more hurt.  He was acting a bit strange the last time he left here come to think of it.  He was on phone quite a bit.  Even under the covers, his side of the bed was lit up and any time I tried to cuddle with him, he recoiled, immediately putting the phone down.  I thought it was just business stuff, storylines and spoilers I couldn’t see…now I am not so sure.

Immediately, my mind is spinning.  Is he really cheating? Did I do something wrong? I felt my heart clench in my chest with the thought.  My phone buzzed next to me, breaking me out of the reverie.

Punkers: Hey babe.

I just stared at the message, making sure I wasn’t seeing things.  Do I respond?  I chewed my lip, debating on what to do.

Punkers: I am SO sorry I haven’t been able to answer you.  Things have been hectic.  Miss you like crazy.

I just stared at my phone.  I should feel happy that he texted me, but I’m…not? I just continued to stare at the screen, leaving him unread.  The messages soon stopped, no other bubbles popping up and I sat frozen, not knowing what to do.

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2 days before my birthday

I came home from work, throwing down my bag, kicked off my shoes and headed to change into some comfy clothes.  Sighing heavily, I shrugged off the rest of the day, thankful to be off for a few days.  Tonight, it was me, the tv and some greasy takeout.  I put on a Netflix series I had been meaning to watch and dug into my food.

Incoming Call From Punkers

I sighed and let it ring.  Immediately, it rang again.  Once again, I let it go.  Content when the ringing stopped, I got up and took care of my dishes.  Soon, another chime came through.

Facetime From Punkers

That got my attention.  The whole time we had been dating, he never facetimed me.  I always had to facetime him.  I was still upset at him and I didn’t want to answer.  I continued on and soon, a ping, indicating a voicemail.

“Y/N…I don’t know why you aren’t answering me.  Baby, I know it’s been weeks and I am sorry.  The schedule has been crazy and I know I should have been contacting you more but here I am now trying and you aren’t answering.  [a deep sigh followed by a slow deep baseline starting] ‘Come on Phil…dance with me…’ CLICK”

I dropped my cup onto the kitchen floor.  “What in the actual fuck?!” I was seeing red, fingers shaking.  I needed to call Becky.

“BECKY!” I screamed into the phone as she picked up. 

“Hey Y/N…what’s…” She started.

“You HAVE to listen to the voicemail from Phil I just got.”  Replaying the message back from him, I could hear Becky’s voice hitch.  “What the fuck?” she screamed.  “I know!” I screamed back.  “Is this the reason he hasn’t been answering me?  Also who was that and where is he right now?   What is he doing?” I was spiraling but I didn’t care.  The last month’s frustrations were mounting higher and higher.

“Y/N…there has to be a perfect reason on why he…” she started.

“No, how can he explain this?  Oh it’s a fan or someone was just yelling stuff to be stupid.  No, he is with someone!” I screamed into the phone as I paced around my kitchen.

“Y/N…maybe it’s one of the diva’s and they are at an after show party?  You can’t just jump to conclusions.”  She tried talking me down.

“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse…” I mumbled. 

I could hear her sigh.  “Just calm down, think it through.” I knew she was right but in the moment, I couldn’t take it.  “I’m calling him back.”

“No, sweetie, I wouldn’t do…”She said before I hung up on her and immediately facetimed him, my face red with anger, my eyes brimmed with angry tears, my heart racing as I waited to see if he answered. 

After two rings, video came through.  It was an afterparty, the strobe lights flashing and music bumping.  A blonde female’s face came into view and looked right at the screen.  “Phil is currently busy.  Please leave a message after the beep or better yet, don’t call back.” The girl turned the screen towards his face as he was smiling, grinding up on the girl to the music.  His face caught my face and recognized it was a facetime call.  His eyes went wide as he tried to grab the phone from her hand and she laughed.  The call went dead.

The phone fell from my hands and crashed to the floor.  My knees buckled and my eyes welled up with tears as I hit the floor, sobbing.  Everything hurt, my heart was broken.  My vision blurry, my lungs were on fire, my life shattered.   Brokenly with what voice I could muster I said, “Siri, call Becky.”  I could hear the click of her picking up.

“Becky…” my voice broken and riddled with pain.  Another sob wrecked my body and I couldn’t get anything else out.  “I’m on my way.” I heard her say as she hung up.

Hours later, sitting on the couch with a warm cup of tea in my hand, Becky sat next to me as I explained everything that happened. She sat there, just listening to me and turning my phone off for me after the 6th time Punk tried to call.  I sipped my tea, trying to process it all.

After a while, I was able to speak again calmly.  I looked at the empty tea cup and took a deep breath.  “It’s over.”  Becky didn’t say anything as she squeezed my hand and then pulled me to her in a hug.  “It’s ok babes.  I’m here.”  I knew what I had to do, but I wasn’t going to do it now.  I wanted to get some sleep first and for my mind to clear.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I was woken out of a sound sleep to someone pounding on my door.  I immediately threw on some pj bottoms and a t shirt and my slippers and sleepily went to the door.  I flew open the door and immediately woke up.  There was Phil.

“Happy Birthday Baby.” He spoke with a smile on his face.  I didn’t respond and just stared back at him.  His smile immediately fell.  “What’s wrong babe?” He reached out to touch my face and I flinched from his touch.  He recoiled his hand like he had been burnt.  “Y/N…” he softly said as I turned my face away as a tear fell from my eye.  He sighed and looked at my porch mat, scuffing his feet back and forth softly.  “Is this about last night?”

My eyes shot up angrily.  That’s when he saw it, the puffiness in my face, the redness in my eyes, my trembling lip.  “How could you do this to me Phil?” I mustered up, hand clenching the door frame.  He genuinely looked confused.  “Do what?” he said, looking directly at me, his hands in his pockets. I stifled back a laugh that was close into turning into a sob.  “I saw her on the call last night, Phil.  The way your hands were on her hips, how close you were to her…” I could feel the bile coming up my throat.  I had to look away and bite my lip. 

Phil laughed.  He laughed hard.  My head whipped around back to him in pure disbelief.  “Oh, Y/N…you…you think that…her and I?” He laughed even harder.  Humiliated and angry, I looked at him sterly and said.  “We’re done.” And slammed the door in his face.  After the door rattled behind me, I broke down, sliding down the heavy wooden door frame to the floor, my vision once again blurred and my heart shattered, this time for good.

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I don’t know when he had left, I lost track after the banging and the yelling from the other side of the door as I got up and sunk myself into my bed on the other side of the house.  I didn’t hear the car pull away, no longer heard the noise and his voice, I focused on my breathing and my heart beat slowing from it’s frantic pace.  I pulled out my phone, called Becky.

She picked up on the first ring.  “Becks…I did it…it’s over.”

I laid there and explained everything to her over the phone, the last month flowing out of me like a waterfall.  Forever my bestie, she was supportive and just listened.  Once I was able to get it all out, she spoke up.

“I am glad I am taking you away from all of this mess…you need some girl time and some time to recover.”

“I agree.” I sniffled.

“You know what? Pack your bag.  We are heading out early.” She said as I sniffled and laughed.  “Are you sure?” I responded.  “Positive.  We need to shake loose…you are in need of a fuck it weekend.  I’ll be there in a half hour.” The phone soon clicked and without thinking, I immediately packed my bag.

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Over the course of the next few days, I forgot about Punk.  It was just her and I, just like before him and I had met.  We rode around with the top down and our hair flying in the wind, singing really bad renditions of our favorite songs.  We stopped every hour our so to load up on more ice coffee and then rushing to find a bathroom to empty our bladders.  We got to our Air BnB, unpacked and got ready for the night ahead.

I hardly heard my phone over the music, seeing I had a lot of messages, voicemails all from Phil.  I hovered over his contact info and hit the block caller button and a sense of weight was lifted off of me.  Throwing my phone back in my purse, I threw on a dress, did my hair and makeup and felt the happiest I had in weeks.

We hit the town, bar after bar, having a few drinks at each place.  The last place we had gone to, I was dancing with Becky when a guy came up to us and asked me to dance.  Becky smiled and winked at me and let me go off with the guy a few feet away.  “I know you probably hear his a lot but you are beautiful.” His voice was like velvet and with the alcohol, I just let his voice take me over.  I blushed deeply.  “No, actually I just got out of a relationship so you are the first.”  This guy was very respectful, which was surprising for a bar scene but it was refreshing.  “Well, that guy is an idiot for letting someone like you go.”  I smiled at him.  I didn’t say much as we continued dancing.  “You will find someone who will treat you like a Queen sweatheart, I’m sure of it.  Thank you for the dance little lady.” He kissed my hand gently and walked away.

Becky came up to me after with a big grin.  “He was cute…” “Yeah, he was.”  I grinned as we walked to the bar to get one last drink before we headed back.  “What did he tell you?” She said, taking a sip of her drink, leaning against the bar.  I smiled, swirling the ice around with my straw.  “He said I should be treated like the Queen I am and that the right one will come along.  He was just genuinely nice.”  Becky smiled as we took one last look around as we finished our drinks and headed back to the Air BnB.

The rest of our trip was full of girl time, catching up and just being stress free.  No mentions of Phil, what happened, wrestling or anything.  It was so freeing and I felt like I was really just getting back to being myself.  As much as I didn’t want to go back home, she had her hubby and her kids to get back to and I had a life to pick up.

I opened the door, lugging my suitcase behind me and kicked off my shoes.  The house smelled of despair.  It was hard coming back to reality, but it was something I had to face.  Putting on some music, I unpacked my suitcase, putting on laundry and got my life back in order.

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3 Months Later

I picked up my phone and went to my settings.  BLOCKED.  I clicked on Phil’s name and unblocked it.  I pulled up a new message and immediately started texting.

I have somethings of yours if you would like them.  Would you like me to send them to you, toss them or make arrangements?

I put down my phone and started doing some dishes.  Within a few moments, my phone buzzed next to me.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I’d like to come get them if that is okay.

I dried my hands and picked up my phone. 

I know you have a busy schedule but let me know when would be good for you and we will set something up.

Immediately, bubbles showed on my screen.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I have a show about 2 hours from you tomorrow night.  If it is ok with you, I can swing by the next day before we head out to grab them.

That’s fine with me, just let me know when you are near.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Can do.

Putting my phone down, I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding.  I looked at the cardboard box sitting on my counter and felt my chest tighten.  The last piece and the last time I’ll ever see him again.

Saturday rolled around fast.  I was cleaning the house when I got the message.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I’m in town and I’ll be there in 20 if that’s ok.

That’s fine.

I sent the message and took a deep breath.  Show time.

I heard a car pull up to my driveway.  A black SUV parked and I saw Phil emerge.  It was like seeing a ghost but also a stranger.  His hair had grown out a little, he had trimmed his beard down and he looked more muscular, like he had been hitting the gym a lot more than he usually did.  Before he got to the porch steps, he stopped.  His eyes blocked by some sunglasses and a ballcap.  His hands were in his pockets and he was still.  No one spoke for what seemed like eternity.  He sniffed, nudged his nose with his thumb and cleared his throat.

“Hi.” He spoke.

“Hi.” I spoke back.

It got quiet once again as he began to figit back and forth on the side walk, I held my shoulders and bit my lip.  We stood there for a few moments again until he spoke.  “So, you look…”he cleared his throat.

“You too.” I barely got out as things get quiet again.

“May I come in?” he asked gently.  I moved out of the way and he came in.  The soft click of the door was loud in the small space.  He took off his sunglasses and looked around the room.  “You redecorated.” He said softly, looking everywhere but me.

“Yeah.  Decided I needed a change.” I said softly as I could see him bristle slightly.  He turned around to see the cardboard box on the kitchen island.  Phil’s written in my handwriting.  His hand reached out and traced the letters before he looked in.  His clothes, his toiletries that he had kept in the now empty bed side stand, his comic book stuff that used to be on the tv, his merch that was scattered across the house and in my dresser.  His fingers touched the shirt that he gave me the night he told me he loved me and his hand stopped for a moment as he let go of some breath.  Everything in that house that reminded me of him was in that box.  He stared at it for a moment and closed it up.

He looked up at me and that’s when I saw it, the tear that was threatening to run down his cheek.  His green eyes, muddy like the light had been burnt out of them.  “There is something that I need to say.” He said softly looking at me.  I immediately went to rebuttal but he knew me to well.  “Please, just let me.” He said brokenly, looking like he would falter at any time.  His hand clutched the countertop as he spoke softly.  “The night everything went down, I know what it looked like but…”I stopped him.  “Phil, please don’t.” “Just let me finish.” He said a bit sternly and I knew at this point, I should just let him say his peace.  I put my hands up as to signal to him to continue. 

“That night, I was out with the roster at an after party.  What you saw, “He took a deep breath.  “Is not what it looked like.” He stopped, hard eyes looking into mine, waiting for me to interrupt him.  After a moment, he realized I wasn’t going to so he started again.  “Kyra is the woman you saw in the call.  She is one of our producers.  I have known her for a long time and she knew I was planning something for your birthday.” He started, looking at the counter.

 “Y/N, she was teaching me how to dance, how to grind because I…” he stopped, his cheeks tinged pink.  “I wanted to something really sexy for you.  I know you had been reading your romance books and I borrowed one of them the last time I was here.  There was a scene in where the guy pulls his girl in while they are in the bedroom and he puts on some bumping music and he grabs her and grinds against her sexily to the beat and well…other things happen.” He said taking off his ballcap and putting it on the counter, fluffing his hair a bit.  “The rest of the roster knew and they were giving me tips too, thinking how sweet it was for me to learn something like this to surprise you with.”

I took in all of this information, not knowing if he was lying, telling the truth, taking it at face value.  I was quiet, my face blank as I asked him, “Why didn’t you answer my calls or my texts or reach out to me?” I said looking into his eyes deeply.  He sighed and looked up at me.  “I knew that if I talked to you, I would ruin the surprise.  When I wasn’t at the gym or at the arena, I was either reading the book or with Kyra learning the steps and before you say anything, it wasn’t anything romantic, clothes stayed on, she was purely teaching me on what to do.”  He stared at me waiting for me to say anything.  When I didn’t he continued again.  “She is married with two wonderful kids and her husband is another professional wrestler.”  His elbows hit the counter as he put his hands over his face.  “Y/N, you have to believe me, I would never cheat on you.” His eyes bore into my soul, soft and glistening.

He tentively reach out across the counter for my hand and then instantly pulled it back.  “I know how it looked and that’s why I snatched the phone out of her hand.  She thought she was being funny and then realized how upset I was.  She didn’t want you to get any inkling of what we were doing so that I could fully surprise you.  Once she found out about what happened, she felt terrible.” I stayed quiet, still processing all of the information.  “If this is the last time I ever see you again, I want you to know the truth.  I never cheated on you.  I always loved you and I’m sorry for the pain I put you though.”

My eyes welled up with tears, my lip trembled and I was speechless.  I knew by his tone, his body language and his words, that he was being sincere, it was truthful and I felt horrible.  Becky said I ran to conclusions and she was right.  The tears started to free flow as they silently ran down my cheeks.

Without any words, he picked up the cardboard box, looked at me once last time and headed to the door.  He stopped for a moment before he turned back around and really looked at me.  “I love you Y/N.  I always have and I never stopped.” With that, he opened the door and then shut it behind him with a soft click.

Later That Night

Hey are you still in town?  I’d really like to talk.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Yes I am.

Can you come home?

Typing the message, I could barely make it out with the tears that threatened to fall.

Bubbles appeared and then,

I woke up the next morning, slowly opening my eyes.  I winced as the bright sunlight drifted through the curtains and my senses were slowly coming back online.  Moving my right hand, my nails hit the cling of a bottle, a wine bottle in my hand next to me, my other hand held my phone, lit up with notifications.  Dropping the bottle, I grabbed my head. 

“Fuck….” My head began to spin and throb.  My stomach lurched and I quickly slid across the floor to my bathroom, letting the last night empty of my stomach.  Meanwhile, my phone kept dinging with notifications.  Before I knew it, I couldn’t help the tears that were running down my face.  I was hungover physically and emotionally.  My body racked with heaves from my stomach and my heart.  The cool porcelain helping me keep on hold of something.

I really didn’t want to do this.  I didn’t want to want him this much, for me to be jealous, for me to foolish think he could be only mine.  I couldn’t help but fall and fall hard.  The heart and the body wants what it wants, no matter what.  I reached up and flushed the toilet, staggering myself to the sink to wash my hands and wet a cold washcloth to put on my face.  Looking at the mirror, I didn’t like the reflection.  My cheeks were red and puffy from crying, my skin blotchy from the alcohol the night before with racoon-like rings around my eyes.  My hair was a rats nest, I looked disheveled.

What happened to me? Oh yeah…CM Punk happened to me.

Sighing, I shuffled to the dark living room and sat down.  Picking up my phone, I hissed at the brightness and immediately turned it down.  The obvious notifications from the horrors of the night before but a TON of messages from Punk.  My fingers shook slightly as I debated on whether reading the messages now or later.  It’s gonna hurt no matter what; let’s get this over with.

Opening the notifications, I clicked on P.  My phone started raring like it was a slot machine.  Taking a deep breath, I started from the start.

From P: What?  What are you talking about?

From P: Are you serious right now?  You are gonna believe this garbage?  I would tell you it was planned and a part of the storyline but you wouldn’t believe me anyways.

From P: And what if I was true?  You are the one who left me here with blue balls.  You have no FUCKING SAY.

I could feel my anger rising, my fingers twitching with every text bubble.

From P: I can trust her and I can rely on her.  She is here and with me on the road.  UNLIKE YOU.

From P: Made it look really good for the cameras didn’t we?  Almost like it was real…or just really good acting.  I mean the girl can kiss, I will give her that.

I felt hot tears stream down my face.

From P: I bet she would be good for me getting out my frustrations.  She’d treat me like a King, take care of my every whim and give me the best head ever.  I can guarantee I’d eat her out better than anyone else ever has.

From P: Jesus Y/N.  Why do you care so much?  We are friends.  You are acting like I cheated on you.

From P: I knew you were gonna react like this.  This is why I couldn’t be in a relationship with you.  Too many emotions involved but looks like I get that out of you no matter what. 

My heart broke into more and more pieces after each message.  My vision blurry from the tears, I put the phone down, shutting down completely.  My body felt heavy as I ugly sobbed into the pillow on the couch next to me.  Between the heartbreak and the hangover, I passed out then and there.

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Softly waking up, the house was completely dark.  Groggily I grabbed my phone.  7:58pm.  Holy shit, I slept the whole day.  Wincing, I sat up and let my back crack and pop as I got up to use the bathroom.  The pounding in my head was gone, all that was left was the heavy feeling, the empty feeling of where my heart used to be and a new reality on my shoulders.

Walking back to the kitchen, I grabbed some water and then sighed, realizing I didn’t have any groceries for dinner.  I’m not supposed to be home this weekend.  Sighing, I ordered some takeout and turned on the tv.  Sitting up, sipping my water slowly, I caught the highlights of Night 1 on WWE’s Youtube Channel.  Cody retained his Undisputed Championship which I was so thankful for.  Rhea Ripley was the new Women’s Champ.  Danhausen beat the Miz in his match.  Night 1 seemed to just be wrapping up as the Post Show had started.

My phone lit up with the notification that my food was at my door, so I got up to grab it.  That’s when I heard Big E mention Punk.  “Now, what are we expecting out of our main event tomorrow?  I mean you have Logan Paul stating that Mystik is actually his girl and has been with him.  Turns out, (they play the clip that had been sent to me) she is still with Punk too.  Is tomorrow the I get the belt and the girl match?”  The crowd erupted in boos and cheers.

 “Well, here to comment on the matter, CM Punk.” Phil’s music played as he walked up and sat at the table.  He looked disheveled.  His neck covered in hickeys, his hair a mess and a playboy smile slicked on his face.  He craned his neck the audience to show off his new trophies.  “I think these speak for themselves.” I was frozen in the doorway.  The cool air kissing the bare skin, one foot out the door, the other planted in my doorway, starting at the tv.  

I looked for signs in his body language, his voice and I really couldn’t tell if he was acting or being real.  “What should we expect out of the match tomorrow Punk?” Big E asked.  “Well, I think that Logan is going to be awfully disappointed with the results.  Losing out on a title shot and a girl.  Maybe he was with a look a like, had a wet dream or whatever but Mystik is mine and only mine.  I fight for what is mine, my gold and my girl.” Punk confidently said, propping up his feet on the table, kicking back and folding his hands behind his head.  Revealing a new merch shirt.  It was black with pink lettering.  ‘She is With Me’ plastered on it with Mystik’s face.  Now I really was confused.  Maybe this is just story line.

I walked with food in hand to sit on the couch and started to dig in.  Right then, Logan Paul came flying from the right of the screen, jumping the table and attacking Punk.  They both landed between the stage and the railing holding back the fans as a camera whizzed around catching the blow by blow action.  “She is mine you Fucking Prick!” You could hear Logan yell in between blows.  Soon, more people came in to pull them apart and fail as they lunged back at each other once again.  “In your fucking dreams Broccoli head.” Punk’s gruff voice came through.  Finally, they were able pull them away and they were both escorted off the set.   Big E coughed and said, “Well, that is diffidently a emotionally charged match for tomorrow night.  Stay tuned and come back for Night 2!” It cut to an ad and I just sat there numb, eating my dinner.

The highlights played once again and then it switched to another video from another creator I watched.  I finished my food, getting up and throwing everything away.  I felt so empty on the inside, like a shell of a person.  I didn’t know what to think, how to feel or what to do.  Seems like fate wanted me to deal with it head on and now.

BRR BRR BRR

CALL FROM P

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I sat simmering, my blood boiling and my leg and foot bouncing up and down so fast, I thought it would break off.  God, this was so stupid.  What the fuck am I doing? He is a WWE Superstar, he doesn’t need me.  I’m so fucking stupid.  This is why Y/N, this is why you don’t fuck friends.

My spiral went further and further.  It doesn’t matter if he is fucking Sophie (Mystik) or not.  I shouldn’t get jealous of an on screen personality.  I just don’t know what to trust anymore and I can’t let myself get yanked around anymore.  I took a shaky breath.  I’m gonna have to end this.  I kind of shocked myself with that statement.  As much as I LOVED Phil, my friend and loved Punk as a superstar, this wasn’t fair to me.  I had given him my body and my heart and that was dangerous.  Could we ever be a causal fling?  Could we ever meet up when he was on vacation and hang out like normal?  Would we just fuck and then things get awkward? Would the think nothing is wrong and I was the one making a big deal of it?

My head was throbbing from the forming headache, partly of stress and partly of coming off my period.  Then that pregnancy scare.  I sighed deeply, reaching for some headache medicine and taking some.  I really had to go home and figure out what I was gonna do.

Maybe if I just distance myself for awhile, focus on work and myself and then figure out what I want versus what I can have.  Tears were welling up in my eyes as I picked my fingernails.  This situation was totally fucked.

My phone was immediately blowing up and I was trying to ignore it but my heart was racing.  I had to see to see what was being said.  Who knew if it was him or her who had the phone.

From P: Y/N.

From P: WTF?

From P: What do you mean?  Where are you?

From P: Y/N…don’t ignore me.

From P: God damn it Y/N…

I took a deep breath looking at my phone.  Trying to figure out what to respond, I finally started typing.

I hope you kick his ass Punkers.

That seemed like the safest thing to say in that moment.  I shut off my phone and threw it back in my purse as I heard “Flight to (Hometown) now boarding in Gate 6.)” I grabbed my bag and boarded the plane.  Sitting down, and looking out the window at the night sky, I felt heavy as sleep finally took over me as my heart, my mind and my body finally collapsed.

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“We have landed at our destination (Hometown).  The current local time is 1:05 AM.”

I woke up stiff but thankful I was home.  Going through security, I got back to my car, threw my bag in the front seat and sat for a moment.  My phone synced to the car and I was waiting for the notifications to start flying but only a few came through.

From P: Thanks for that, I will do my best.

From P: I don’t know what’s going on with you but you and I are gonna talk.  SOON.

Things had started getting clearer but also more muddy at the same time. 

Sure thing.

Hitting send, I started the car and headed home.

From P: 116.

I huffed and sighed.

Phil, I’m not there.

As soon as I hit the send, I got a message back.

From P: Where are you then?

I’m home.

From P: What hotel and room number? I’ll come to you.

Oh sure now he’ll come to me. I thought to myself before responding.

I’m not in California.

From P: Then where the fuck are you?

HOME.

The messages stopped after a moment.  I took a second to let out the breath I had been holding.  Pulling into my driveway, I shut off the car and headed inside.  Throwing my bag and my keys by the front door, I shuffled off my shoes and headed to the shower to get California and the plane off of me.

Under the water, I could feel my muscles relax as the stress started to melt off of my body.  I was safe and I was home and I was alone. And for the first time in awhile, I was ok with that. 

I should talk to him, in person, sometime.  Put everything out there, no more secrets and figure out what we do from here.

Coming out of the shower, I grabbed my comfy PJ’s, my phone and hit the bed with a soft thump.  After the flight and the shower, I felt calmer than I had.  I looked at my phone.

From P: Oh.

I was surprised but not at the same time that that was the only message I received.  I put down my phone, shut off the light next to me and drifted to sleep.

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I was woken by notification after notification making my phone ping constantly next to me.  There were texts from Phil, emails, the normal but then, I saw a preview of one of the notfications: CM Punk and Mystik official? That stopped me for a moment as I felt my breath catch.  Most of these were clickbait but something inside me told me to click on it.

As the link loaded, there was a photo of Mystik, her back pressed to what looked like the hotel hallway wall, with someone who looked a lot like Punk, kissing her.  I scrolled down further and there was a video.  I let out a deep sigh and clicked the link.

It was an outside perspective, someone that had been walking by.  Mystik was indeed pushed up against the hallway, Punk clearly thrusting against her against the wall dry humping her slowly as they made out.  His hand was picking hers up and putting it above her head against the wall behind her as you could hear the noises of their muffled moans.  You could then see her face fall backwards with a smile on her face with his head disappearing to her neck as you could see his other hand fumble with doorknob, the door opening as he pulled away from her, grinned and pulled her in.  The room number showed for only a second but I saw it.  116.

My heart sank fully this time and it just confirmed my suspicions.  I wasn’t as angry as I thought I would be.  I don’t know if I was just simmering, processing or what.

Without looking at Punk’s texts, I sent him the link for the video and the caption read:

I’m happy for you too, looks like she solved your problem after all.

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Thank you for being my first request! I hope you like it!

I wince as I climb the top rope, holding my side from a tackle that I took earlier from Bayley into the ring post.  Hearing the chanting from the crowd I look down to see Bayley clutching her leg in the middle of the ring, I take a deep breath and jump into the air to a tuck and then open my legs to land right on her thighs.  My legs are holding down her shoulders and my hands spread across her chest.  I tilted my head and flashed my crazy smile.

“She hit her with a Playtime…Playtime from Y/N!” Michael Cole’s voice shrilled.  I could hear the crowd chant along with the ref.  “1…2…3!” The bell rings.  “Here is your winner, Y/N!” I roll off of Bayley, making sure she is ok before being pulled up by the ref who raises my hand.  Immediately, I feel myself wince as I cannot put a lot of pressure on my right leg.  I don’t want it to show on my face.  I flashed my crazy smile, enjoying the sound of the crowd chanting my name and celebrating my win.  I drop to the mat, roll out of the ring and slowly make my way to the back.

Once I hit Gorilla, my shoulders slumped a bit as I hissed a bit as I felt my foot drag a bit on the floor.  Triple H immediately looks at me and pulls his headphones off.  “You ok? It seemed like you hit that pretty hard…harder than usual.” I was lucky to have such a caring team around me.  “Yeah, I think I just pulled something in my leg.  I’ll soak it and rest tonight, I promise you.”  Taking my answer for truth, he seemed to relax a bit and nodded like he understood. “If it gets any worse, see medical before you leave. You know the drill.” I smiled sweetly at him.  “Yes Sir.” He nodded again and turned his attention to the screen.  I turned, making my way back to the locker room. 

Before I could get too far, behind the production crates staring at me was Punk with his arms crossed and a scowl over his face.  This isn’t gonna be good…

“What were you thinking?!” A low growl came out of his mouth, emotions spreading across his face.  Worry, anger, frustration.  “We just started working with that move and you decide to pull it out tonight?”  He shifted back and forth in his Hoka’s, the agitation rising with each swing of his hips.  My mouth fell open to respond as my hip shifted a bit and I clenched my teeth and let a breath go.  The hardened mask on his face shifted slightly.  “Are you ok?” His hand reaches out to gently touch my cheek.  Concern, worry, guilt all flash for a brief moment. 

Looking up at him with big eyes, I looked deeply into the green and gold flecs.  “I promise you, I am ok.  I think I just pulled a muscle.” I could hear him release a deep sigh.  “What you did was reckless, thoughtless…and amazing.” I saw the brilliant smile form across his face.  “It looked so good.” He was beaming, the pride radiating off of him like waves.  I smiled deeply, blushing at the praise.  “All thanks to you coach.” I managed to get out before stifling a laugh. I shifted my weight and sighed softly, my eyes closing and holding in a breath.

Concern flashed across his face as he pushed his hand into my hip slightly.  I recoiled from the touch and hissed, then slightly biting the inside of my lip.  “I may be able to help loosen it up for you.  Cmon, let’s go back to my dressing room.” I couldn’t help the smirk and glint in my eye.  Without looking at me, the man knew me and knew me well.  He immediately whipped around and stopped me in my tracks.  “And no, not like that.” He wagged his finger in my face and I wanted to bite it to be a brat.

He turned on his heel, satisfied with the point he got across as he went down a few doors with me hobbling behind him.  I was able to walk in and he closed the door behind me.  “Lay on your left side on the couch.” I turned to look at him behind me.  “Oh my god, just do as I say you horny girl.” He chuckled and I smiled, doing as he said.  I let go a deep breath as the throbbing in my hip started to dissipate.  I felt his warm calloused hands on my hip, just above my ring gear.  “Now, this may hurt, but I promise it will feel better.” I could hear him say behind me, my eyes closed and focused on the pain.  My breath hitched and I moaned in pain as his hands started massaging my hip.  I whimpered a bit, and my hands grasped the couch cushions in front of me.

After a few moments, through my hitched breathing and the hum of the fluorescent lighting above us, I heard him speak.  “Naïve girl.” He started, “Just because you pull it off once…ONCE in training does not mean that gives you the green light to pull it off during a match!” His voice raising a bit as he spoke.  “You could have really hurt yourself or Bayley tonight, do you know that?” He grunted as he pushed harder into my hip.  My breath caught a bit.  “I know you are excited to get your finisher out there but there is a process to this.” His hands went deeper into my skin and I whimpered softly in pain but he was so caught up in his spiral, he didn’t notice.

“You could have fallen off the rope, you could have broken so many bones, you could have hit Bayley and seriously hurt her.  You have to think of someone else in that situation you know.” His hand moved faster now, with the pace of his speech.  “Wrestling is about respect. Respect for the ones that come before you and your fellow competitors.  I thought I taught you better than that.” His voice was booming throughout the room now.  I looked over at his face, and guilt hit me hard.  His face red, his breath was coming in pants and I’ve seen him worked up like that but not from me.

His hands move away from my hip as she sits back on his heels, running his hands through his hair.  “God you worry me sometimes.  You can be creative and not wreckless.  It doesn’t effect just you, it effects everyone.” Frustration washes over his face.  I wanted to reach out so badly and stroke his face but I couldn’t due to my position on the couch.  My lips parted as I looked back at him.

His eyes grew dark, his tongue reached out to lick his lips and his mouth hung open slightly.  I felt a hand back on my hip, and his fingertips gripping into my skin.  I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt his lips on my neck. “But you looked so sexy out there; I’m so proud of you.” His words hung heavy in the air, my heart began to race.  The feeling of his tongue and his teeth on my neck made me shutter and grab the cushions in front of me harder.  A primal low snarl came from Punk as his hands travel down across my hip, grabbing for purchase whatever it could. 

“How about we stretch you out properly.” My breath hitched as I felt the breath of the words on my collarbone.  His hand sliding over my ring gear, grabbing the top, slowly slipping his hand under as I was flipped over on my back on the couch.  Punk’s calloused hand furthering its adventure under my gear, and then my soaked underwear.  As soon as he found the soaked spot, he growled lowly against my neck.  “Stupid reckless girl.” He huffed into my skin.  “Just gotta prove yourself to everyone don’t you.” His fingers glid across my slit and my clit and I bucked against his hand and bit my lip.

“Gotta show off what you are capable of.” He huffed as a finger slid into my core.  I moaned softly and bucked my hips into his finger.  “So hungry, so passionate.” His lips traced against the top of my breasts, pushed up in my gear.  “Hmm fuck baby, so wet for me.” He slipped in a second finger and I groaned as I accommodated his fingers.  “So tight” He curled his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing my g-spot faster and faster each time.  I was panting, grasping white knuckled into the couch.  I could feel my orgasm building and I knew he knew too, from the way by body trembled and they way I whimpered.  “Punk, I…” I started, licking my lips.  “Please.”

He chuckled against my breast bone and lifted his head up with a grin.  The band grew tighter and tighter in my core.  “Only good girls are allowed to cum”.  I whimpered loudly as he pulled his fingers out of my core as I rippled around nothing, so close and on the edge.  I rolled onto my back, just in time for my eyes to lock with his as he slipped his fingers into this mouth and sucked greedily, not breaking contact.  An involuntary whimper left my mouth watching things unfold in front of me. 

His tongue darted around his fingers as he moaned around them.  That’s when I saw his other hand moving busily just out of sight.  I felt myself gush at the sight.  “You taste so fucking good” I heard him say as he started to stroke himself faster.  “Hmm fuck…”he started bucking into his fist, his head flipping backwards and mouth hanging open.   He stopped his hand shakily, breathing heavily and panting. 

Getting up off of his knees, he stands and shoves down the jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock pop out and bob free.  He then leaned in, knee between my legs on the couch as he yanked down my gear bottoms.  “Fuck” He groaned.  “You are dripping.” I whimpered and tried to clench my legs together.  “Tsk, tsk, tsk…no.  Bad girl.” Wrapping his hands around my knees, he spread them apart and folded them, tilting up my pelvis and lining himself up.

I whimpered and bit my lip, just staring in awe at my coach, my mentor in front of me.  “Let’s see how I can rectify this situation.” He grinned.  He slid closer to me, his tip teasing me slightly.  I whimpered and bucked my hips, trying to get any friction.  He pulled his hips back, his hand still on my knees.  “Have you learned nothing?” he said breathlessly. 

“I need to tame the brat out of you.” He growled lowly.  His hands still on my knees, holding me up, his head dropped to my core and stuck his tongue inside me.  Gasping, my mouth hung open as his tongue explored every inch.  Hearing him groan and feeling the vibrations on me, I whimpered.  The grunts that came from Punk just fueled my fire more as I grew closer and closer again.  Lap after lap, lick after lick, suck after suck, I grew ever closer.  “Punk, fuck, please, please, yes, yes yes yes yes yes.”

And then…nothing.

I cried out at the cold air against my core, his face, covering my juices smiling evily back at me.  “So greedy, so needy. So disrespectful.” He shook his head disapprovingly.  “How are you ever gonna learn?”  He stood back up, smirking at me.  Slowly his hand wraps around himself as he strokes his cock hard over my body.  His breath grew faster and faster as he leaned over and put his thumb in my mouth.  “Now, are you gonna be a good girl or a brat?”

I wanted both.  I wanted both so bad.  I didn’t have a chance to decide as I felt streams of hot cum land all over my face, chest and hair.  Hearing him panting above me made me grind my hips together, looking for some sort of relief, being turned on so much it hurt.

My eyes flutter open and I look at his red face, hovered over me, panting like crazy.  “I just…”He started, taking a deep breath. “I couldn’t hold it back anymore.  Fuck.” His hand ran through his hair as he tried to catch his breath, his knees buckling and landing in a chair behind him.

Once his breathing returned to normal, he threw me a spare shirt laying next to him so I could wipe my face. As he did that, my fingers traveled down slowly as he grabbed my wrist hard.  “No, only good girls who listen get relief.  You are gonna sit there and think about what you need to do better next time so you don’t end up in this situation again.” He sternly looked at me, still panting.  Sighing, he tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans.  “In the ring and with me.”  His eyes glared into mine, soft from the orgasm but still stern.

“Now, the next time you wanna do something stupid like that, you think about this.” He said getting up.  “Anything to say for yourself?”

I layed there pondering all of my options. I looked at him clearly and sincerely.  “I felt confident in that move and I wanted to impress you and impress the fans.”  His façade fell a bit as he looked at me.

“Just talk to me next time before you wanna put a move in your moveset officially on tape.  I just don’t want you to get hurt.”  His hand touched my cheek gently.  I nodded softly and nuzzled his hand.  “How’s your hip?” he asked gently. “Better.” I said sitting up on the couch myself and got up into a sitting position.  Sighing heavily, my body was sore. 

“Just take it easy tonight and drink lots of water.” He said grabbing his hoodie.  “Yes Dad.” I said and a shiver ran over his body as he was putting his arm in the sleeve.  A low growl left his mouth.  “Such a brat.” He smiled, turning around and giving me a soft, gentle kiss.  “I think you and I need to hit the mat tomorrow so we can perfect that move for you…and work out a few of the kinks.” He said leaning down close to me.  “And maybe that mouth of yours.” He lowly said, leaning in for a deep kiss, bringing in my lower lip and biting it gently.  A deep moan came from both of us as he pulled away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow kid.” He grinned.  I sat on the couch and took a deep breath, sucking in the lip that he had bitten and lavished it with my tongue.  I couldn’t wait for training tomorrow…

Sent to P:

[Photo out of plane window, tattoo on hand in view]

Goodbye home, hello vacation

Smiling, I hit send.  After my hellacious week, my period over, I felt like myself once again.  Thursday finally here, coffee in hand, a new playlist going in my earbuds and going to see my other half.  He is my other half, my best friend, the only guy I want to ever be with and that means no matter how I can and what he allows.  We may not be together, but he does complete me.

Thoughts of Punk dance through my head.  Looking forward to time off, looking forward to the biggest matches of the year-the Superbowl of wrestling.  I’m thinking of the food, the excitement, and of course, my dessert…I get Punk for 3 nights and I’ve been looking forward to this for awhile.  Juicy thoughts fill my head as I have to squeeze my legs together.  I gotta keep calm for later.

Hours later, I land in warm weather, sunshine and clean ocean air.  Ah, San Francisco.  You never disappoint. 

Immediately, my phone buzzes.

From P:  

[Photo from his chest down, laying in bed, a slight tent under the sheet]

What a way to wake up you vixen…I know the real thing will surpass the dream.  The anticipation is killing me…

A deep blush formed over my cheeks. 

From P: One step closer.  See you soon!

Landed, omw to the hotel.

From P:

[Photo of him, dripping sweat, ear buds in, gray basketball shorts.  Flexing in the gym mirror]

Glad you landed safely.  See you tonight.

I smirked, grabbing my bag off the baggage claim.

Just say when and where and I’ll be coming, Daddy.

I could practically hear him groaning in my head, snickering to myself.

From P: Goddamn it, Babygirl.  I am going to wreck you tonight.

I’ve been a very bad girl Daddy…my toys keep dying…

From P: Fuckkkk

From P: I can’t wait to teach you a lesson…

I felt cocky, sexy and confident.  I snuck down a corridor and pulled on my vneck tank a bit, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and opened my eyes big like doe eyes.  Taking a pic top town, I sent it.  I want to please my Daddy…make him feel good.

Smirking, I walked back down the corridor and then Cult of Personality comes from my hand.

A call…

I smirked, hitting decline, knowing it would piss him off.

Soon my facetime notification popped up on my phone.  He must be desperate…he never facetimes me unless we plan it…

I threw my ear buds in and answered the phone, sitting on a bench in the parking garage next to the rental desk where I had to grab my car.

I couldn’t tell where he was, all I could see is a hoodie and hat covering his face, his ear buds in as well and I could tell he was walking.  I saw lights and black curtains.  He must be at the arena.

“You are in for it now…”he lowly growled, looking straight into the phone.  “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” he snarles lowly, his eyes darting around him to make sure he’s not giving anything away.

I roll my eyes softly and look at the camera.  “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

I could hear him growl lowly, his eyes frantically darting now, looking for a private spot.  He finally ducked into an empty room and shut the door.  Sitting down on a production crate, he lowered the hood and took of his hat.  His hand went through his hair, his eyes dark and predatory. 

“Where are you” he gruffly said.

I looked behind me and panned the phone over a bit.  “I’m about to pick up my rental car, why?” I twirled my hair, trying to act nonchalant.

“I’m sending you an address.  Meet me there in 20 minutes.” He growled, his lip trembling.

“Since someone decided to that they couldn’t behave themselves until tonight, I think they need reminded.”

Goosebumps ran down my skin and my heart started to race.  I’ve never seen him so…feral.

“I had something nice planned but since you wanna toy with me, plans need to change.” His eyes get even darker.  I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out.   

I twirled a strand of hair around my finger.  “And what if I don’t meet you?  You are a VERY busy man and I cannot distract the champ from his fans or his champly duties.”

I could see his yes close and a soft groan.  “You are such a fucking brat” he ground out.  I smirked.  “Yeah but you fucking love it.” I growled.

“God damn it” he snarled.  His face was red and I could tell he was flustered.

“ A week,” he started.  “Its been a fucking week and now I have to walk around with a fucking hard on.”

I couldn’t help the grin that plastered over my face.  “Oh,” I teased.  “Is someone a bit pent up? Does someone need a release?” I never saw him like this so I was going to milk it.  I was so thankful there was no one around me.  A short whimper came from the screen.  “Have you been waiting for me?”

A short gasp left his mouth as he looked at the camera.  “I’ve been edging myself since the last time we were together.  Been playing that night on repeat…touching myself in the shower, fucking my fist with the memory playing in my head.  Not letting myself cum because it has to be you.” His eyes locked on me as I could see his hand out of frame moving slowly.  He bit his lip while still looking at me and I could tell he was rubbing himself over his jeans. 

As much as I wanted to tease him, I wanted him to fulfill his wish.  “Stop” I breathlessly said.  “Wait for me.  I’ll make it worth your while tonight.  I promise.”   A long primal groan came from his mouth. 

“Baby…”he whimpered and I stopped playing.  He could sense the shift and then he realized what he had said.  It seemed to sober him up a bit.  His eyes seemed to dart.  Things got quiet.  “That’s one way to kill a boner.” I mumbled looking away from the screen.  His hand flew to his hair.  “Y/N…I” he started.

“Punk, don’t.” I immediately cut in sharply cutting him off.  “Text me the room number and I’ll see you tonight.”

“Y/N..” he said softly.

“I gotta go, bye.” I hung up the phone, releasing a heavy sigh I didn’t realize I was holding.

God fucking damn it.  My hands pinched the bridge of my nose.

Getting up, I sighed heavily and ignored the texts flying on my phone.  I felt my heart hardening.  I’m here for a purpose.  Moments later, keys in hand, I went to my rental car.

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Hours pass as  I was curled up in my bed at the hotel, the pre mania show on the tv, surrounded by takeout containers, sighing at my full belly.  Punk’s name is being chanted and he came up on he stage, belt draped across his shoulder.  Blue pin stripe suit, white and blue Jordans but the look on his face.  His demeanor did not match his style.  A pang of guild washed over me.  He raised his belt with one arm over his head for the crowd. 

Michael Cole held a microphone to him and started to question him.  They started talking about the upcoming match back and forth bantering until Logan Paul came out.  Punk snarled a bit at Paul as he walked by him and was given a microphone.  “You know Punk,” he started.  “I don’t see your little girlfriend out here with you…is that why your face is so constipated?” The crowd popped a bit.  Punk licked his lips and brought the microphone to his lips.  “No, I’m emotionally constipated thinking about what your girlfriend has to endure.” The crowd laughed hard and Logan seethed.

“No, my lady is getting ready for tonight as we do dress up to honor the legends at the Hall of Fame, not that you would know anything about honor.”  Punk smirked.

“Honor? Honor?!” Logan started towards Punk.  “What do you know about honor? You are a selfish old prick and you don’t care about Mystik.” Punk snickered.

“Oh, and you do?” He scoffed.  “Yeah, in fact I do.”  Logan stated.  Punk seemed a bit puzzled.  Logan smirked.  “Considering she is in my hotel room right now, yeah I can say that I care for her…I have cared for her a lot so far…”his smirk and the crowd shock overtook the interview.

Punk eyes went wide and then his lip snarled upwards.  “In your dreams Logan…”

“No actually, it was live and in living color.” He smirked.  “I especially loved it when I had her on her knees and she was calling me daddy.” Immediately Punk took a swing and the two of them got into an all out brawl, trading shots back an forth until the GM’s came on stage and had to slit them up.  Both suits and their hair were twisted.  “Sunday Punk, you are going down…just like how I had Mystik.” Punk broke free and pummeled Logan again until they were pulled away once again on opposite sides of the stage and the screen cut to commercial.

I immediately texted Punk.  Well that was…something.

From P: So we are just not discussing the texts or the phone call from earlier?

 Nothing to discuss.  It slipped out heat of the moment.

From P: I know that…do you?

I saw red.  Is he fucking kidding me?

What in the actual fuck Phil?!

From P: Oh, you DO remember my name.  Wow.

I didn’t need this.

FUCK YOU.

From P: Finally some emotions.

I couldn’t believe it.  What a fucking asshole.  My hands were shaking as my filter fell off.  I dialed his number.

“What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?” I immediately said after I heard him pick up.  That’s when I heard it.  Mystik’s voice.  “Is your booty call still texing you Phil?  Jesus she doesn’t take the hint.  Like you are a good fuck and that’s it like blow me and move on.” She laughed.

“Oh shit, Y/N are you there?” I was in shock.  I didn’t know what to do, what to think.  “Y/N?” came from the phone again”…Hello?” “PPPhhhiiilll…forget her and come dance with mmmmeeeeee. I neeeed yooouuuu. “ I heard her voice close to the phone.  “Sofie, stop.” I could hear Punk respond to her. 

“Y/N…are you there?”

“Yeah.  I’m here.” My voice simmering.

“I’m at the Hall of Fame, can I talk to you later?”

“Yeah.” I got short with him.

“Ok, I gotta go.”

END CALL

I immediately got up and grabbed my bag.  I was so furious at him, at her at everything.  I didn’t deserve this and I wasn’t gonna put up with it.  Heading out the door, I shut it behind me and headed to the lobby.  I turned in my hotel key, stating I had an emergency and I wouldn’t be staying any longer.

Leaving, I got back in the rental car and drove it back to the airport and dropped the car back off.  Grabbing my bags, I headed to the checkout counter.

“Can I help you?” The polite customer service attendant asked.  “Yes, I need to bump up my flight that I had scheduled for Monday.  When is the soonest flight back to (hometown).” I tried to not let the tears in my eyes show.  “You are in luck!” We have another flight headed back in a hour.” “Great, I’ll take it.”

After getting everything in place, my new ticket in hand, I did what I had to do.

Sounds like you and Mystik are having a great time.  You don’t have to worry about giving me your room number, I will no longer be needing it.  Maybe she can help you with your situation.

[sent message]

IMG1001 attached

A photo of my middle finger, on the hand that my tattoo was on, clear in the picture.

FUCK YOU PHIL.

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Hands trembling, I stared at the words that flashed on the test.  My heart racing, anticipating what my life was going to look like for the foreseeable future.  I let out a huge breath and felt my knees get weak.  I caught myself on the edge of the tub and just sat there in disbelief.  Never did I think this result would feel so good.

Through watery eyes, it clearly stated:

NEGATIVE.

I dropped the stick to the ground, the plastic ratting across the tile floor.  I choked on a sob I didn’t realize that I had been holding in.  My body racked with emotion just let loose, as I hugged myself in relief.

It’s ok…It’s gonna be ok…

I realized I had smiling, grinning in fact as the tears kept coming.  I was relieved.  It was just hormones, just not the pregnancy ones. Everything made so much sense.  The jealousy, the anger.  I clutched my knowingly empty stomach feeling empty but whole all at the same time.

Wiping the last of my tears off my now reddened cheeks, my phone buzzed.

Incoming call from P.

I laughed at the man’s timing.  Sniffling a bit, I picked up.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” He said.  It was so good to hear his voice.  Immediately his tone switched.

“Is uh…everything alright?” He pondered.  I laughed and said, “Actually, yeah.  It’s never been better.” I snorted to myself, knowing he will never know about this incident and what may or may not had happened.  I knew things would change from now on and I just had to decide exactly how.

“Well, that’s great!  Just checking in on you, making sure you were good.” He said, sounding like he was moving his suitcase of his rental car and going into his hotel.

“So, where are you tonight?”  I softly said, pressing my cheek to the cool tile wall in relief.

“Uh, Denver, Colorado.  We were doing a house show.”

“That’s cool.” I replied, letting the conversation just flow now that my mind was empty. 

I got up and phone in hand, walked to the couch and sat down, cozing up trying to regulate myself.  “So, tell me all about the show.”

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We talked for about 45 minutes, laughing and telling each other about our week.  I left out a lot of course, keeping it very basic.  Work was rough, I hadn’t been feeling well but just had been bad PMS, etc.  He wished I felt better and told me to relax and take it easy.

“So, what night are you coming up?” He asked. 

“Friday.” I said softly.

“Good…good.” He said sighing. “Where are you staying?”

“Out of the city a bit…was cheaper.” I was being a bit vague, I knew he wouldn’t care.

“Hmm…Hmm…” I could tell he was shuffling around.

“I have the pre show and the hall of fame that night and I know it’s gonna be late but…”he sighed.  “Can I see you?”

Part of me was excited, part of me was confused.  I knew all this was now was a booty call.  A release. 

“Sure.” I said softly.  “Just let me know.”

I could practically hear him beaming from the other end.  I felt a bit dirty, a bit cheap, but at the same time, I could use a release too.  Hopefully I’ll be off my period by then.  That was another jarring thought, hoping that it would come soon.  I’d have to make sure there wouldn’t be another near scare again.

“Y/N…Y/N…Y/N?” I could hear Punk’s voice.  “Hello?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” I said sighing.  “I’m here.”

There was a pause, “Are you sure you are ok? You have been acting weird.”

I sighed heavily.  “Yeah, I ‘m fine, just the stress.  I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

He went quiet for a moment.

“I do want to talk about what happened that night.” I could hear the control in his voice.

“Punk, there is nothing to talk about.  We just need to move on from that.” 

I could hear him run his hand over his face.  “Y/N…”

“No.” I immediately stopped him.  “Just no.”

There was another moment of silence.

“I can tell something is wrong though.” He sounded gruff, frustrated.  “You haven’t called me Phil since then.” He sounded a bit bitter.

I knew I was purposely doing that.  Phil was too personal, Phil came with love, affection.  I couldn’t do that right now.

“Anyways…” I started.

“No.” He stated firmly.  “No, you are not pushing this off.  Something changed that night and it has changed everything.” Now he sounded bitter.

I stayed quiet.  No matter what I said in this moment, it wouldn’t be right and I would regret it.  I chewed on my words, chewed on my thoughts so they didn’t spew.

“God damn it.” I could her him, frustrated.  “Just say something!”

I was angry, my stomach in knots.  “I CAN’T!” I finally said exasperated.

This time, he went quiet.  After a few moments, he sighed.  “You can’t run from this conversation forever.” He said spittlingly.

“Again, Chick Magnet.” I spit back at him.  I had never called him that before.  “There is nothing to talk about.  You made things very clear.  I know where I stand when it comes to you.” It all started pouring out of me.

“Listen, Y/N, I…” he immediately started.

“No, Punk.” I interrupted him.  “I’ll see you at Mania.  Text me your room number and I’ll be there.”

Beep Beep. (END CALL)

I stared at my phone, full of anger.

Incoming Call From P

DECLINE

Incoming Call From P

DECLINE

I threw my phone down.  The phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing.

Finally after a few minutes, it finally stopped. The only noise was my sniffling as my heart broke even more.  I held myself as the rest of my hormonal emotions ran through me.

There is one thing that I wanted Phil to know and I had to put it in words so I could rest and let my heart rest.  Picking up my phone, ignoring all of his texts I sent one of my own:

I don’t regret us or what we have done.  I regret letting myself fall in love with you knowing you would never love me back.  That’s what hurt the most.

Shutting off my phone, I slammed it onto the cushion next to me and stormed to my bedroom.  Crawling into bed,  I cried myself to sleep to hopefully get some relief from the imploding hormones and my breaking heart.

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Waking up the next morning, I am immediately hit with a heavy wave of nausea, a headache and intense cramps.  The sunlight coming into my room was too bright, the horn outside was too loud and I felt miserable.  Throwing the covers of myself, I saw the pool of blood at my crotch.  I sighed, rubbing my hand over my eyes as another intense wave of cramps hit me.  Seething through the pain, I slid off the mattress and shuffled to the bathroom, trying not to bleed everywhere.

I have always had intense periods but I haven’t had one this bad in awhile.  It made sense, given the recent circumstances.  I was about due to have a bad one again.  I shuffled off my oversized t shirt and a pair of old *thank god* pair of sleep shorts that made a wet thud on the tile floor of the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet, trying to wake up and relieve some of the pressure and pain.  Thankfully, under the sink next to me I kept disposable period underwear that had been a god send for these times.  Pulling those out and placing them on the counter, I cleaned myself up as much as I could and stepped into the shower.

The hot water felt so good on my tired and sore body.  I hummed with content as it gave me some comfort.  I was able to clean myself up really well of all of the blood washing down the drain.  Scrubbing my body with a bottle of bodywash I had randomly grabbed off the shelf, the smell hit me.  I sighed and closed my eyes.  It was the same bodywash I had when I saw Phil last.  The memories like the scent wafted over me.  I would cherish that night forever no matter what.  I finished washing my hair and stepped out of the shower.

Drying off the best I could, I threw on my underwear and a tshirt.  I reached up in the cabinet and grabbed my medicine.  I trudged down the hall to the kitchen to grab some water and my phone.  I’m gonna have to call in today…I can’t work like this.  Headed back to my bed, I took my meds and laid down.  Turning on my phone, I got bombarded with dings.

From P: What do you mean?

From P:  Y/N? Talk to me.

From P: Don’t do this.

From P: Y/N…

Missed Call at 11:59 PM

Missed Call at 12:05 AM

Missed Call at 1:30 AM

I sighed.  Swiping away those messages, I called my boss and let them know I couldn’t come in today.  She understood and told me to just rest up and let her know how I felt tomorrow.  Laying there, waiting for the medicine to work, I contemplated texting him back but I knew there was nothing to say.

Scrolling through my socials, I stumbled on a new post.

WWE posted “CM Punk reveals the stories behind his tattoos New and Old”

The thumbnail was a closeup of his wrist, where our tattoo resided.  Looking down at my hand, I touched it lightly.  A small smile formed at my lips. I remembered what that symbol meant and it was a reminder of how this had all gotten started.  Little did we know that night would start the crazy ride that we were now on, now unsure where the road was going to lead.

Watching the video, I was enthralled.  I knew most of the stories behind the tattoos, where he got them, why he got them.  Some had meaning, some didn’t.  His body was a collection of art that made him, well him.  When they hovered over our tattoo, he broke out into a warm smile.  “This one is special and this one has a lot of meaning.  I can’t go into why but they know why.” He kissed the tattoo on his wrist.  He then easily moved on but that took me back.

At that moment, I did want to message him but I didn’t want to send just anything.  I leaned back, clicked on the camera, kissed my tattoo and send it to him.

Just saw the tattoo video.  Miss you.

Before I could put my phone down, I got a message back.

It was him at the gym, kissing his tattoo as well.

From P: Miss you too, Kid.

Somehow, this calmed my nerves and I knew that right now things were very messy but when it came down to it, I knew somehow we were gonna be fine…