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part one: catering

When another body moved into the otherwise empty catering hall, you glanced up from your phone and immediately found your interest piqued. The new signee, the new elite – Austin. You had heard his name a few times in the indies, Kris had brought him up in passing, but you had never been too curious. But you’re realizing, now, that you should have been. 

He walked into catering in a white t-shirt, black running shorts, and a mop of purple and brown hair. Your eyes darted over him – the way his shirt sleeves hugged his arms, and oh fucking christ, his thighs. 

You took a drink of water and with a racing heart, called out indirectly; “Hey,” and he turned around at the sound of your voice – oh fuck, he’s cute. You motioned to the catering table. “This is weird, but can you grab me a napkin? I forgot mine.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he quickly replied. He stepped over to the stack of napkins and turned, walking towards the table where you sat. Your heartbeat picked up. He balanced his food plate with one hand, and then handed you the napkin with the other.

“Thank you,” you cooed, taking it from him. “Austin, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle, sitting his plate down on the table, reaching for a chair. 

Your eyes widened for a second. He invited himself to the table. Initiative, just like yourself. He settled in a chair across from you and you were suddenly more aware of how you looked. You straightened your back and licked your lips. There was little you could do about the sweaty workout gear you were wearing though. You just had to hope he didn’t notice. 

You introduced yourself and he raised his eyes to look at you, and there was a smirk forming on his face. You caught a glimpse of his gauges under his hair. 

“Do you… do you not remember meeting me?” He asked playfully. 

Panic. You cleared your throat as you tried to flash through a library of faces in your mind, but you couldn’t place him anywhere else. You had been in the industry for years, but somehow, you lost him, and you couldn’t imagine doing that again. 

“We met at, uh,” he snapped his fingers, “Beyond, in The Palladium.” 

And suddenly it made more sense. “I don’t remember because I got a fuckin’ concussion that night,” you admitted through a laugh, one that he shared. “But uh, still nice to meet you, just gotta make sure I don’t forget this one.” 

“That’s a lot of pressure,” he joked. You noted the gap between his front teeth as he grinned. 

Oh, cute. “I think you can handle it.” 

“There’s not a lot that I can’t,” 

part two: photo dump

You liked that. He seemed sweet, but he had a face and a body like a god, and acted like he knew it. You wanted to sink your teeth into him. 

A Batman figure sat on a cabinet behind him. Your hand smacked the pause button on your laptop and grabbed your phone in one swift movement. In a few quick swipes, you pulled up your photos and scrolled to a particular day just a few weeks ago – a photo from Full Gear of yourself dressed in Batman-inspired gear. 

Eyes darting back to the video, you felt so foolish. You were a professional in your mid twenties, yet you were on your bed, stalking the internet for someone (that you knew) in particular, kicking your feet like a teenage girl. 

It had been a few days since the moment shared in catering – conversation ending with a gentle laugh, and then later that night, a follow from him on your socials. You were in a bar, having to play it cool while a giddy feeling spread across your chest at the notification. And you imagined it – him thinking about you hours after the conversation and going out of his way to look you up online. 

This wasn’t much that weirder, you thought. You hoped. 

So you purposefully crafted a perfect Instagram post. 

A photo dump of the past month – a little rewind, as you put in the caption. The first photo was of you backstage before a match, the next a photo of you and Kris in a grocery store surveillance cam, the third a photo of you cradling the TBS Championship in your bloody hands after Blood & Guts, a fourth of you in a bar mirror, and the fifth was from Full Gear in your Batman inspired gear. 

part three: acquaintances

And an hour later, after dinner and a shower, you checked your phone. danni_ellexo and the_ace_austin liked your post. You crawled into bed with a grin. 

In the garage btw, you re-read Kris’ text as you walk up the driveway and to the open garage, Kris inside, lifting dumbbells in perfect sync with a song blaring from her dock. She spotted you walk in through the mirror and released a deep breath, placing the bells back on the floor. 

“Look at you, rolling in…” she glanced at the watch on her wrist, “just half an hour late.” 

“Sorry, forgot to set an alarm.” You grumbled, dropping your bag on the floor and pulling the sweatshirt from over your head, revealing the tanktop underneath. 

You joined into the usual routine – the “Thursday work out” before going back on the road Friday. Kris went to the bench for a press and you crossed the space to spot her.

“Your flight at two tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” Kris nodded before laying back on the bench and bracing her hands on the bar. “You too, you know, if you make it on time.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes as she began to bench her set weight. Nothing else was said, you watched her carefully and counted her through them, praising her as she hit her goal without any struggle. She rolled off the bench and grabbed her bottle. 

“Oh, do you know why Austin is asking for your number?” 

And your heart swelled. “What? Highley?” You choked out in disbelief, but with the widest smile. 

“He texted me this morning, asking for your number, but I wanted to know the deets before I give it to him,” she said with a wiggle of her brows and you laughed. 

“Nothing juicy, I swear,” 

“Okay, but that doesn’t make sense…” 

You shrugged. “We just talked at catering, and I may have become obsessed with him and planted a perfect Instagram post for him to see.” 

“I knew that bar picture was scandalous,” 

“Perfect, huh?” 

“Boobs were too,” she quipped before the both of you laughed. 

You grabbed your own water bottle and sat down on the mat in front of her, falling into a stretch. “I just think he’s hot, and I liked talking to him, so…” 

“So are we talking a hook-up, relationship, what’s the play?” 

“Just tryna have some fun, Stat,” you said and she grinned, standing from the bench and walking over to the dumbbells again. You switched legs, stretching the back of your thighs. “What’s wrong with that?” 

“Because you really need to stop sleeping with our co-workers,” she laughed through the dig, but you didn’t take it to heart. “Two! That’s two different people!” 

“That’s a good percentage considering I’ve been here for two years, you think? Or is that low, and I need to step up my game? Breach outside the comfort zone of single male wrestlers?” 

Kris just shook her head in amusement, “let’s not try to ruin any marriages.” 

“That’ll be my New Year's Resolution for 2026,” you crossed your legs, stretching your arms above your head. 

There was a beat as you thought about what Kris said. You had two different, what you would consider, situationships. They had been brief and only months apart. For the most part, you tried to keep yourself clean, but the statistics weren’t on your side. You had a tendency to find a new boy-toy when you were bored of the others, and this time, Austin had arrived at the perfect moment. 

“So,” you cleared your throat and pushed yourself to your feet. “Are you gonna give him my number? Because ultimately, it’s up to you unless he asks me.” You asked as you walked to the rack of dumbbells and grabbed two for yourself. 

“Well, I’m not gonna cock-block you, or him, I guess.” 

You laughed. “Appreciate it Stat,” 

“Just spare me some details,” 

“Never,” 

And you waited for the text, staring at your phone and hearing the phantom notification ping from the other room, but it didn’t come for three days. On Sunday night, while lugging suitcases through your front door, your phone vibrated in your hand. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately looked at the screen – an unknown number, unread texts. 

The first thing sent was the Ring of Honor Final Battle poster and the matchcard – your face, your name, just a few rows above Austin's. Below, his text read; See you in Columbus? and Austin btw 

part four: backstage 

Cheeky. You giggled as you quickly texted him back; See you then Ace. 

The stand-by space was packed before the main event. You sat in a fold-out chair, knees tucked under you, watching the camera feed from the arena. All of the seats were taken, a few stragglers in the back, and who wasn’t there, was watching it somewhere else in the arena. 

You checked your phone when the cameras cut and as you aimlessly scrolled through your recent texts, you heard Speedball talking to Austin a few rows back. You zeroed in your ears and listened to them – their schedules, Austin talking about working the next two weeks and then Final Battle in Columbus. 

You would be around him for two weeks, give and take a few days for traveling. So far the appearances had been sporadic as he has been back at indie route, which you only learned via stalking his Instagram stories. 

You didn’t know what you wanted from him, all you knew was that you wanted him, so you were going to get yourself in his sights. 

The next two weeks, you planned out a suitcase of outfits, all tailored for his attention. Tops you found in the back of your closet because they were a little too revealing, jeans that hugged your hips just right, and more specifically, some t-shirts you had ordered online that same night in the stand-by room. 

That next Wednesday, you saw Austin in the parking lot of the arena after you arrived. You were quick to grab your bag from the backseat and get out of the car. A few sneak glances, you timed your brisk pace to arrive just a few steps behind him. When he caught a glimpse of you, he pulled the door open and stepped back, allowing you in first. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, looking at him as you passed, through the side doors and into the back hallways of the arena. 

As you glanced over your shoulder to him, you weren't sure if you had caught him red-handed or if he was just confident enough to stare at you while you were aware. Either way, you had caught him – his eyes gazing at your ass in the jeans you chose, and you smirked. 

He corrected himself a second later, looking down at the suitcase he rolled beside him. “Good luck tonight,” he smacked his gum. 

Bold. You nodded, still with a grin, “likewise Ace,” 

And the last time, the day of Final Battle, he saw you in a vintage Marvel tee. 

After a scope of the convention hall with Billie, you walked backstage, checking your phone, waiting for a locker room lunch text. You turned a corner for the stairwell door, but down the hall, Austin was sitting on an equipment box, talking to Christopher Daniels. 

He glanced at you at the sound of your footsteps on the concrete floor, and there was a growing smile on his face. Chris looked over and sent you a wave that you returned, but a second later Chris said his goodbyes and left the two of you in the otherwise empty hallway. 

Heat flashed through your body as you walked slowly towards him. “Hey,” you greeted softly. 

“Hey,” he nodded and then motioned to your shirt where his eyes fell, “I like the shirt, and I was gonna tell you when you wore the Guns N’ Roses shirt, just didn’t see you again.” 

And you were sure your cheeks were a dead give away to your giggle. The blush. It was everything you wanted, but it still managed to fluster you. The mastermind plan of attention was successful. 

“Thanks, I, uh, I got them at a sick thrift store in Cincy,” 

He blinked, taking a second to register, and then nodded. A strategic decision to insert in this very conversation, one that you were only hoping you would actually have a few weeks ago. 

“Oh sick, I’ll have to check it out.” You turned to your phone and said something about sending him a link to the store’s website, but when he continued, you raised your head to look at him again. “You go to Cincy often?” 

“Every now and then, one of my friends teaches there.” 

“I uh,” he chuckled, “weird that you mentioned it, live about an hour from there.” 

“Oh I didn’t know, that’s sick,” you responded in genuine surprise. You watched his eyes light up and you both laughed. 

But of course you knew. You watched every YouTube interview with his name in the title or description. It came up a few times. 

“But you know, if you’re ever around, just hit me up. I know a few good spots, sometimes have a board game night or some shit and uh,” he trailed off before snapping his fingers, “movie nights.” 

Board game nights, movie nights. What a fucking nerd. You loved it. 

You grinned, nodding, “yeah, I’ll definitely let you know when I’m there.” 

“Bet, bet,” he chuckled. Your eyes fell to the chain around his neck, how heavy it sat against his broad chest. “But for now… you hungry?” 

And suddenly you were no longer waiting for the text from the locker room. 

“Yeah, you want to go?” 

part five: socials

“Let’s go,” he hopped off the equipment box. 

“Wait, get a picture of me,” you told Kris, grabbing her arm and sliding your phone into her hand. “I want to post one.” 

“Oh, another risque photo?” She teased, eyebrows raised as you stepped around her to be in front of the camera. 

“A little taste, you know,” you waved her off. 

You positioned yourself against the glass balcony of the Chicago rooftop bar. It was cold, just days after Christmas, but you shed your leather jacket for the photo – revealing the strapless white top and the black mini skirt underneath. 

Across the balcony Willow whistled and you laughed, Kris taking numerous photos as you positioned yourself in different poses. Ankles crossed, you leaned back, elbows to the balcony railing, and smiled at the camera. Another with a beer bottle in your hand, looking off in the distance, winking at the camera, tousling your hair, everything in between. 

It was later that night, when you were in bed, that you posted it. You waited with every breath until the clock struck the perfect time – when you know he is about to go to sleep and doing his last minute social rounds. 

After hours of analyzing each photo, you picked the best one – a hand on the railing, thumb hooked in the band of your skirt, staring at the camera in a sultry gaze. You scrolled through songs before picking the perfect audio; I’ve got this obsession / That I haven’t seen since yesterday / But now my vision’s clear / Sorry for the delay. 

And your calculations were once again correct. You posted the story, left your phone to get ready for bed, and when you returned, the Instagram notification made your heart jump. the_ace_austin liked your story. 

The next morning, you woke up to a text; you gonna be in town this week? 

part six: movie night

Hook, line, sinker. 

And two days later, with the adjustment of some plans after Worlds End, you flew to Cincinnati. 

Movie night, gonna send u the deets you re-read Austin’s text as you climbed into the back of an Uber outside of the airport. You texted him back; landed, heading 2 you, as the car whipped through the metro. 

As you watched the car neared the destination on the driver’s phone, your heart began to pound against your chest. You were going to his house, to sit on his sofa with him, and what you assumed was a few other friends, but you couldn’t focus on them. All you could think about was him – becoming all consumed by the masterplan you put into play. 

But to be honest, you didn’t think it would be like this. Three months since you first talked to him in catering, and now you were just excited to sit on his sofa with him. Typically you couldn’t wait to get your claws in someone, you weren’t keen on playing the long-game, but this was different. This was late-night texts of random TikToks, a playful conversation here and there at shows, shy glances in the hallways, flirty comments and posts on socials. It was a crush, a genuine crush. And it drove you crazy with need. 

You shook your head, as if to shake away the nerves, and turned your attention to your bag. You fished out a compact mirror and checked your makeup, took a couple ibuprofen, and ran through the outfits in your duffle in your head – your favorite sleep-set, a change of clothes, shoes, and your best underwear. There was no guarantee of what would happen but you just thought of yourself as prepared. 

The Uber pulled up Austin’s driveway and the first thing you took note of was the lack of cars. Either you were really fucking early, or you were the only invite. Either way, for a moment or the whole night, it was just you and him. 

You thanked the driver and shut the car door, lugging your duffel on your hip up the driveway. Near the front door, anticipating to knock and wait for an answer, you found him waiting for you, down right to the second. The door opened as you stepped up on the porch, and one glance inside, your heart dropped into your stomach. 

He’s so fucking cute. Austin opened the door – purple ECW sweatpants, a sweatshirt that draped just off his collarbones, and you suddenly felt so overdressed. 

“Hey,” you said softly and he grinned. 

“Hey,” his eyes dropped down to your bags, “oh shit, here, let me take it,” 

Austin reached out and you instinctively held the strap of your duffel out to him, letting him take it before he pulled the door open wider. 

“Come in, just gonna drop off your bag in the other room.” 

Through the foyer, he turned a corner and into a hallway, and then re-appeared without your bag. You stepped into the house, grabbing the cold door handle and pushing it shut behind you. The cold metal sent a shock through your core that was otherwise on fire. 

“Am I just super fuckin’ early or did you just want me for yourself tonight?” You quipped, jabbing a thumb in the direction of his drive-way. 

Austin chuckled, running a hand through his hair. Fuck. He pushed the tufts back – the sharp angle of his jaw, the gauges. Your fingers tightened into a fist. 

“Well, it was a short notice so I didn’t think about inviting anyone else. Mostly everyone’s out of town.” 

It was short notice but you caught the first flight out to be here. It was short notice but he didn’t sound completely disappointed about it being only you and him for the entire night. You were starting to feel glad that you packed your best sleep set. An empty house, a few hours, and endless possibilities. 

Austin’s cheeks shaded pink and he turned around, walking in front of you down the foyer. You smirked, toeing off your boots, and followed along. 

“I already got the movies lined up,” he broke the short silence, tucking his hands into his pockets as he came into the kitchen, showcasing a feast for the movie night, but in the healthiest way possible. 

Your eyes scanned over the kitchen – tall ceilings and dark marble countertops covered in snack trays. A Keurig, empty lunch box, protein powder jug, a couple of candles, and lamps in the corners. It felt put together and warm, considering it was technically a bachelor pad. And then you spotted the cabinet in the corner of the room, the same one you knew from his interviews. It felt so private. 

“But uh, yeah, just make yourself comfortable. You cool with the new Batman?” 

That was a weak spot. He remembered. You couldn’t make fun of him for being a nerd considering how much it meant to you for him to remember your favorite superhero. 

You smirked, “yeah, that sounds good, but, you’re going to make me snack on carrots? On my actual cheat day?” 

“Pizza on the way, I’m not an asshole,” he shrugged playfully and you laughed. You watched him, how he didn’t want to meet your eyes, almost as if he was bashful. You tried to break the ice, grabbing one of the carrots in the snack tray. 

“I, uh, I do appreciate this though. I love movies, and pizza, and your place,” your gaze flickered around the kitchen and he chuckled, “so thanks for having me over.” 

“You got here about three minutes ago,” 

That earned a dramatic eye roll from you. “Can’t a girl be thankful to even be considered?” 

“Of course she can,” he said, popping a carrot into his mouth. “And she can also be comfortable,” his eyes darted to your jeans, t-shirt, and jacket. There was a moment you hoped he appreciated the outfit, but once you gave it some thought, it made sense to be comfortable for a night of watching movies. 

“You want me to take my clothes off? The pizza isn’t even here yet.” You joked, quickly realizing it may have been too much, but then his chuckle eased your panic. “I’ll go change,” 

Down the hallway, you glanced into the first guest bedroom where your bag sat on the bed. You pushed the door to and changed from your flight clothes into your pajama shorts, a comfortable hoodie over your head, but underneath, you kept the matching red set you picked out with high hopes. 

In the guest bathroom, double checking your makeup, you heard the doorbell ring and then the voice of the pizza delivery driver mingled with Austin’s. The front door clicked shut and you emerged from the guest bedroom, meeting him in the kitchen where he sat two pizzas by the snack trays. 

“One is cheese, other is pepperoni, you never told me your pizza order so I did the most basic bitch toppings imaginable.” 

You giggled as he handed you a paper plate. “Cheese is my go-to,” 

“Sheer luck,” he met your eyes and grinned. 

Pizza boxes popped open and slices taken, two beers, you and Austin lowered down onto his sofa. You sank into the cushions, crossing your legs and he sat next to you, inches apart, but still close. He kicked his feet on the coffee table and you looked at the television to see the movie ready to be played. 

“Just a warning, I have watched this movie a dozen times, so I’m sorry if I’m obnoxious.” 

“Never,” he chuckled, grabbing the remote and hitting play, letting the movie start. 

In twenty minutes, the plates were empty, the first beers were downed. Austin grabbed two more from the fridge and handed you one as he settled back on the couch. You said a quiet thank you, and then he spread his knees, knocking his with yours. 

Your eyes darted from the screen to where his knee rested against yours through the material of his sweatpants. Fingers wrapped tightly around the beer bottle, you swallowed hard and looked back to the screen as you fought off the urge to press a little closer against him. 

An hour into the movie, you shifted to the side, tucking your legs under you. You propped your elbow on the back of the sofa and Austin glanced to you, eyebrow raised, 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, legs just falling asleep,” you said with a slight laugh. 

“You want to stretch out?” He asked suddenly and you thought about the logistics in your head – your legs draped over his lap, his hands on your thighs. But the nerves found their way through. 

“No, I’m okay,” you shook your head and he nodded, a hand coming out to tap at your leg, just above your knee. His hands were rough against your skin and it made it hard to breathe. “Might take you up on the offer later though,” 

Austin nodded and silently stretched his arm across the back of the sofa, right behind you. You tried to focus your attention on the movie – it hadn’t even reached the climax – but your mind was preoccupied with the placement of his hand, splayed just inches from your shoulder. 

Multiple scenarios played out in your head. You could lean over against him, let him take the hint and put his arm around you. You could just turn to him and kiss him to end the cat-and-mouse game. You could throw yourself on him. That’s what you wanted to do, but ultimately you played it safe. 

Shifting your hips, you scooted closer to his side, bringing your legs to tuck beside you. Shoulder to his, you kept your eyes on the movie but through your peripherals, he glanced at you with a smirk. And then he played along, just like it had in your mind, with his arm dropping to drape over your shoulders. 

He was so warm and smelled faintly like cologne and laundry detergent. You fought back a smirk as you sank into him, shoulder against his chest, heads closer. And then you glanced at him with a raised brow, and a puzzling expression spread across his face. 

“What?” He said through a faint chuckle. 

“Did you ever plan on inviting anyone else over? Or was it always me?” 

The game was over. 

And then he grinned, tongue running across his canines. God, he was so fucking hot. His hand was still on your shoulder, still a lingering warmth that you leaned into. 

“Uh, no, it was only you.” 

“If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve just asked, you know,” you said as that familiar giddy feeling spread in your chest. “Been trying to find a way to hang out with you.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know,” 

You leaned forward, shifting to look at him directly. “What? You know that I wanted to hang out with you?” 

“That you were into me, yeah,” 

And it felt like the rug got pulled out from under you. Played at your own game. 

He let you go crazy trying to get his attention for three months, all while you had his attention since the first time you met. You had been so obsessed with trying to make him obsessed with you, you didn’t think to put yourself in his shoes, to see from his perspective. 

He had seeked you out on socials and liked all of your posts and stories, he complimented you constantly, he went out of his way to ask for your number, and technically, he made the first move. 

Then you grinned, a little bashful. “Was it obvious?” 

“A little, but it was cute, you know.” 

“You can’t call me cute and not expect me to kiss you.” 

He tilted his chin towards yours and the smirk was still on your mouth. “I’ll beat you there,” 

And there was no hesitation. His left hand left the armrest of the sofa, reaching over to cup your jaw, and he pulled your chin to his. The kiss landed like a blackout – your eyes fluttering shut, the attraction surging forward. You let him take control, to kiss you first, to let his lips drag across yours. 

When he slowly pulled back, you reached out and pressed your fingers to his face, pulling him back to kiss him again. Less controlled, messy, all teeth and tongue and want. His fingers climbed, curling around the back of your neck, holding you still, and you broke the kiss to catch a breath. 

Three months was a long time. 

“Were you ever going to tell me? Or just let me chase you forever?” 

“Forever?” He teased. 

You grazed his nose with yours, breathing into his mouth. It felt addicting, knowing that it all led to this – you on his sofa with his fingers in your hair, your lips brushing his. 

“I tend to be a bit obsessive if I want something…” 

Austin smirked, eyes heavy, “you got me.” 

Another kiss meets in the middle, softer before another follows – heat bloomed and breaths changed. His hand dragged from your neck, down your back, across your spine. Shivers ran through you, arms sliding up around his shoulders, your fingers winding in his hair. Oh, those fucking curls. This moment had crossed your mind more than you cared to admit. 

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you tug on the purple locks in your hand, a sharp gasp falling from his mouth before a low groan. His wide hands guided to your waist, circling at your hips. Your pajama shorts creeped up your legs with each movement and you felt a buzz of electricity surge in your veins, muting all your thoughts. All you could do was feel. 

Austin’s calloused hands grabbed your legs, one behind your knee and the other under your thigh, and lifted you onto his lap. The kiss broke apart as you gasped at his swiftness, thinking about how strong he was, but he pulled the air from your lungs when he caught you in another kiss. You shifted forward, chest to his, knees caging his hips. Even closer than before. 

He altered his hips under you and you felt his bulge pressing against the material of his sweatpant. Your mouth watered.  

Every nerve turned on its edge. Fuck. You moaned into his mouth and the day’s insecurities floated away. He could have turned you down, he could tell you to grab your bag and go home, but instead, he beckoned you closer and closer. 

He kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. His warm tongue swirled over the skin before sucking carefully, you whimpered. Desperate, needy, anything and everything. You pressed your weight onto his lap and his hands squeezed at your hips, then rounded to your ass. His touch was hot, like blazing suns biting into your skin, and you curved into him. 

“How long have you waited for this?” You asked breathily, tilting your head to bring his mouth back to yours. 

He groaned, hands kneading through your pajama shorts as he felt the pressure you placed around his lap. “So fuckin’ long,” he admitted through slurred words, kissing you again. He wanted you, and your ego grew, busting out the windows. 

You pulled your arms back from around his shoulders and dropped your hands, reaching down to grab the hem of your sweatshirt. Austin paused, playing catch up until you brought the sweatshirt up and over your head, revealing a red bra underneath, a fucking perfect contrast to your skin. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hands sliding up your waist to your chest, thumbs rubbing over the soft material. 

You tossed the sweatshirt to the floor and pressed your mouth back to his in a rush, like you didn’t have the whole night ahead. Every kiss tastes like hoppy beer and need. It’s a need that you shared. 

You slid your hands to his shoulders, lips going for his neck, teeth tugging at the collar of his own sweatshirt, and he made haste to pull it over his head. All muscles, tanned skin, his tattoo. Your head spun, unable to catch up as your hands gravitated to him, touching every visible inch of skin. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, hot to the touch. Your fingers glide across his wide shoulders, nails biting into the skin of his biceps. There was a burn in your belly, a heat between your thighs. 

Austin grabbed you with both hands – one behind your knee, the other on your back – and flipped you over onto the sofa, landing against the soft cushions with a bounce, but you jolted right back onto him. He slotted himself between your legs and dropped his head, mouth trailing open-mouthed kisses across your chest. The gasp that left your mouth resonated into a low hum, hand diving back into his hair. 

His kisses trailed lower and lower, nose dragging along your ribcage, tongue swiping at your hip. You sucked in a breath through your teeth and your hips twitched when his fingers toyed with the end of your shorts before sliding under, grabbing at your ass. 

Another kiss to your stomach and he hooked his fingers in the shorts and tugged them down your legs in one motion, revealing the red thong. A matching set. 

Austin chuckled as his thumbs pressed into the apex of your thighs, grounding you to the sofa. The chuckle was deep, cocky, and your thighs twitched as heat climbed higher and higher through your belly. Your eyes took him in one more time, it was hard not to ogle when he looked like that… every indention of his muscles, the vein running along his bicep that you wanted to sink your teeth into. And the fucking smirk. 

“Inkling or hoping that you would get fucked tonight?” He toyed with the flimsy elastic sitting high on your waist. It was like he got off on teasing you – seeing you flushed and breathlessly reacting to just his touch. 

You smirked, hand reaching out to cross the distance between your bodies, and hooked a finger into the band of his sweatpants. 

“Both,” 

You pulled him back between your legs, ankles resting against the back of his thighs as he pressed flush against you, his hard cock in his sweatpants pressed firmly against your center – layers between and a moan still tempted your lips. 

But you wanted to hear him, too. His chest to yours, he caught you in a kiss, licking into your mouth. Blindly, you pulled your finger from his pants and slid your hand further down, cupping over his crotch – his cock hard and heavy against the material. His breath stuttered as your mind pieced together the feeling of him in your hand. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. 

You sank your teeth into his bottom lip and he hissed. “Glad we’re on the same page,” 

His lips parted in a faint sigh as you ran your fingers along his cock, feeling a curve, a vein. He dropped his head, hair swiping across your forehead. “You have no idea,” 

“Yeah?” You asked, tone light and teasing with a bite, nose nudging with his. “Clue me in,” 

He groaned against your mouth, one last sloppy kiss before leaning back and tugging his sweatpants down his thighs. Thong pulled to the side, you lapped at your palm and reached down, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, hands reaching out to grab at your knees, adjusting himself back between your legs. 

You watched his face, his expression as you pressed the tip of his cock down with your thumb, running the plump head across your clit, already swollen and glistening with your want. His eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back, but leaned into it. He shifted his knees back to lower the angle, letting you drag his length down to notch at your entrance. 

And then he meets your eyes as he presses his hips forward. A shudder rips through you as he stretches you, as he fills you, so intense that it stunned you both for a moment. Loud gasps followed by hums as he paused, your walls clenching tightly before he inches in, further and further. The heat in your belly grows into pressure between your thighs, adjusting to him, to the burn that blurred into pleasure. 

Your head falls back, eyes slipping closed as he pulls back and rocks back into you, setting a pace that already had you falling apart. Words and moans tangled in your throat but Austin wasn’t as quiet. His groan rattled through you, chest to his as his mouth sucks on the skin below your collarbone. 

“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes out as your fingers twined in his hair, legs curling around his, spurring him on. 

You wanted to say something but your mind failed you. Your tongue felt heavy and holy fuck, he’s so thick and you feel so full– but he finally draws that breathy moan from you when he bottoms out inside of you, pressing deeper, and you felt yourself come apart. 

“Oh fuck yes,” you mumble as pleasure licks at your spine. 

Fingers raking down his back, pressing half-moons into the skin of his shoulders, he was relentless. His knees dug into the cushion, into the backs of your thighs, jolting you with each movement, ebbing and flowing with each thrust that pulled you back onto him. 

His strong arm slides under your back and you arch closer into him, your hips shifting just slightly up from the sofa, meeting him in the middle – somehow deeper. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned against your jaw, feeling your walls flutter, your thighs shake. 

You blindly turn your head to pull him into a kiss, the stubble on his chin raking against your skin, but you wanted more. More. Tongues and limbs tangled, your legs wrapped around his slender waist and the room filled with heavy breaths, the sound of slickness and slapping skin. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He whispered and you lifted your eyes, finding him already looking at you. “Is this what you thought about?” 

A whimper emitted from your chest. Fuck. His tone, the tease, his cock, your mind was spinning. Completely drunk on everything he was giving you. You felt helpless, willing, like he’s the only one to ever have you like this. The ego, the toying was forgone – it was just you, bare with nothing but want and need. 

“Yes, yes,” your lips parted in a quivering moan as he pressed deeper, his cock passing over the tender spot inside of you, over and over as he rocked his hips. “Wanted you so bad, just like this,” 

He kissed you, all-consuming, moaning into your mouth as you tightened. He could feel everything, he knew you were inching further and further towards your end, and he was barrelling fast behind you. 

His pelvis glided against yours in the slick, his fingers digging into your skin, winding you tighter. He presses closer, thrusts more harsh and quick, no longer taking his time. It was desperation. You could feel him throb inside of you, right there, right there with you. 

It was the friction, the heat, the electricity that throws you over the edge. White heat flashes over your body and you come around him with a cry. And he follows – it’s blinding, emptying as he pulls his hips back, reaching for his slick cock and comes across your lower belly. He groans deep and gasps, his hot cum landing on your skin, and your hips twitched. 

Oh fuck. Holy fuck. 

You took in a deep breath, head falling back to the cushion, but you kept your eyes on him. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the purple locks back, and met your eyes. There was a beat, deep breaths and licking dry, swollen lips before the both of you grinned. 

He squeezed at your hiked knee, shuffling off the couch, and grabbed tissues from a box on the coffee table. He hands you two that you fold in your hand. 

“If you wanted me to stay the night, you could have just asked.” You said, ears ringing until you catch the faint sound of the movie on the TV. It had been long forgotten. 

Luckily you survived the insane amount of side eyes that Jamie and Aminata gave you when you were late to the photoshoot, you apologized a billion times over and assured them that there was just a fight in the locker room and you had to step in, nothing more. Although the smile that was glued to your face told them something else.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, all the pressure and responsibility of being the new champion had been washed away with Austin’s touch. It was kind of scary how kissing him made you feel like you were on a cloud, like all that mattered in those moments were you and him.

Even though you wanted to do was relive you and Austin’s hot locker room rendezvous, you and the girls had a match tonight, that had to take priority in your mind.

The Triangle of Madness have been giving Jamie and Aminata hell for weeks at this point, so the 3 on 3 main event for tonight would hopefully level the playing field and get those spooky weirdos off your girls’ backs.

———————-

The rest of the day went smoothly, you showered, ate, cut a quick pre-recorded promo against the triangle of madness, and now were getting ready for your match. You were in the splits on the cold floor, touching your toes as you and the girls idly chatted.

“I don’t know, I think they might try to use some kind of weapon so we need to be prepared” Aminata cautioned.

“We have my amazing arms we’ll be fine” Jamie boasted, flexing said arms.

Jamie and Aminatas words faded out of your head as you watched the match on the tv behind them. The second to last match of the night was Big Bill vs Ace Austin, their brawl last week giving the both of them a well earned match. The way Austin looked in the ring, the speed in which he did his moves, his athleticism, his charisma, it just allured you.

Bill goes for a powerbomb but Austin slips out of his grasp just in time to stun him, back up to the corner, throw a card, and hit his finisher on Bill. Ending the match. His finisher, The Fold, it looked so beautiful when he did it. It was just a variation of a neckbreaker but he made it look so devastating it made you blush. Why were you so mesmerized with everything he did?

The crush you had was starting to get unavoidable, it didn’t really help that you literally had sex with him just hours earlier. You should probably have an actual conversation with him, touch base on feelings, maybe even ask him out? It all felt so quick, you still barely knew anything about him but you guys just… clicked.

You felt a big nudge to the shoulder.

“Hello? We gotta get going!” Aminata snapped in front of your face.

Shit, his match being over meant you guys were next, “Sorry, I’m just tired today” you lied.

All of you gathered your stuff as you walked to gorilla, the triangle of madness would do their entrance first so you still had time to look at each others makeup and make sure you all looked as good as you possibly could.

You strapped your belt around your waist when you noticed Austin talking to someone, you stared at the card tattoo on his shoulder as Jamie and Aminata went through the curtains to do their tag team entrance. Biting your lip, you called him over.

He was completely covered in sweat from his match, and honestly, it was the hottest thing you think you’ve ever seen. So hot in fact that you didn’t hear your music start to play.

“Hey champ! Good luck tonight” he said with the biggest smile on his face, the after glow of winning a match was clearly affecting him.

“Oh thanks, you did a great job out there” you sheepishly replied. You swear his smile got bigger as he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it, “your music is playing by the way” he quickly whispered in your ear.

You urgently grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. “I wanna talk after, meet me later?” He did a little finger gun at you, “Already ahead of ya”

What did he mean by that?

——————

Luckily you were quick to lock in and look as confident as possible as you did your entrance, even though you were definitely like twenty seconds later to que than usual.

The match was way more intense than you expected: Jamie got put through the announcers desk, Aminata knocked out Julia Hart with a headbutt and was currently fending off Skye Blue on the outside of the ring, leaving just you and Thekla as the legal women.

You swear you had given her everything you had, you did your own finisher on her twice now but the spider just wouldn’t stay down. Insecurity started to kick in quick as you caught your breath in the corner, what if you lost this? What if you get pinned a week after winning the championship? No, you were the AEW women’s world champion, you HAVE to think of something, think think think.

Thekla was getting up from the middle of the ring, you had to do something, any move, anything, right now, so without thinking, you did a move. You did The Fold.

1, 2, 3. You won.

Instead of feeling like a winner though, you stared blankly in horror at Theklas tired body, what the did you just do? The replay played on the screens all around you, you faintly heard Bryan Danielson on commentary say “I think, I think she just did Ace Austin’s finisher!”

No no no, the internet will be buzzing instantly, Jamie and Aminata will question you into oblivion, out of all the moves you could’ve done, you did his move. There was no amount of explanation that could get you out of this one.

The referee hands you your title, holding your hand high as Aminata rolls into the ring to hug you, she definitely didn’t see what happened yet.

The two of you gather up Jamie and head to the back, Aminata takes Jamie to the doctors room to get her an ice pack while you rush to the women’s locker room.

Once you get there, you instantly crumble to the floor, putting your head in your hands. Literally what could you possibly say to explain yourself, to the girls, to Austin, to everyone. You went to rub your sore arm, finally feeling the effects of the match, when you feel something in the sleeve of your gear.

Quickly, you pull it out. An ace of spades with writing on the back:

Meet me outside the men’s locker room

Did he seriously put a card up YOUR sleeve when he kissed the back of your hand, and you didn’t even notice?!

Throwing on a big shirt over your gear, you head over to the mens locker room. If you wanted start explaining things, it’d be best to start with him.

——————

Watching the beginning of your match on the monitors, Austin was anxiously playing with the ends of his wrist tape he still hadn’t taken off. He honestly had no clue what the two of you were, but he knew he desperately wanted to ask you out.

He took a quick shower, not wanting to smell bad whenever you finally found the card under your sleeve and (hopefully) stopped by the locker room. Got dressed, and sat down just in time to catch the ending of your match. You looked frantic the corner, he was anticipating you to hit a third finisher on Thekla. What he wasn’t expecting was for that finisher to be his.

—————

You knocked on the door twice, after a moment, the door opened and you were quickly yanked into the room.

“Ok so usually when someone wants to adopt someone else’s finisher as their own they ask before hand” Ace said as he closed the door behind you. Grinning big as he practically caged you in against the wall.

“Firstly that was an accident and secondly I thought the cards were supposed to be up your sleeve, not mine!”

“The cards can be up anyone’s sleeve that’s like the whole point” he laughed, turning away from you to go sit on a nearby chair, you did the same.

“Listen I wanted to talk because I feel like things have moved weirdly fast between us and honestly I don’t really know what this is” you started. “I haven’t really been able to get you off of my mind this entire week, and maybe that fact scares me because Jamie and Aminata would kill me if they knew I liked you but-“

“Why would they kill you for liking me?”

“I don’t know they really want to uphold this pretty, confident, untouchable, image of ours. And um, they think you look like a hot topic employee who doesn’t deserve a girl like me” you ranted, maybe being a little too honest.

“They’re not wrong I did work at a hot topic for a while” he shrugged, “but what does that have to do with what I do and don’t deserve? What about what you want?”

You had to think about that. Maybe you had let their desire of having a perfect, untouchable image get to you. Maybe you were scared if you did anything outside of that, they’d disown you and kick you out of the group. Maybe you were letting fear control you.

Taking your silence as an answer of sorts, Austin grabbed your hand. “I asked you to meet me here because I also haven’t been able to get you out of mind this week” he began, “I watched some of your interviews and matches and honestly I think you’re the coolest girl on the roster.” His compliment made you smile.

“I don’t know if that means I deserve you in your friends eyes, but if you’d like to get dinner sometime and see where this goes, I’m here” He said sweetly, giving your hand an assuring squeeze.

“I did say we have good chemistry” you laughed, “I’d like that a lot, but could we keep it lowkey? Until I can warm the girls up on the thought of us together?”

“Sure, we’ll keep it lowkey” He said smiling, kissing the side of your head. “Good luck explaining to them why you did my finisher though”

Patting your back teasingly, he stood up to grab his bags as you put your head in your hands in embarrassment. This conversation made you forget you did that, what were you gonna say to them?

“You did it pretty well, I’d give it 5 stars” his words make a mischievous spark ignite in you again.

“5 stars? Does that mean I can’t ask you to train me how to do it better?” You pouted.

He walked back over to you, backpack over his shoulder. “Oh I can definitely train you, but I might get a little touchy” he grinned as he brought you in for a short and sweet kiss.

——————

It was a morning full of media for you, you had started the day with a zoom interview for a local news station and were currently wrapping up a solo interview for AEWs YouTube channel. Jamie and Aminata texted you that the photoshoot the three of you were scheduled to do later in the day was pushed to… 30 MINUTES FROM NOW?You hadn’t even had a chance to eat breakfast yet.

(Jamie: oh also could you stop by our locker room and grab my daisy earrings? I forgot them. Thx love <3)

Texting them back that you’d be there as soon as you could, you started the long walk towards the elevators.

The week had been so busy you felt like you couldn’t catch a break, it didn’t help that you spent so much free time stalking Austins Instagram, staring at the loads of photos of him shirtless… did he ever wear a shirt? You weren’t sure. But he consumed every non-title related thought you had, was it even natural to want a guy so bad when you hadn’t even said one word to him?

Your mind went blank when you saw him in front of the elevators, you mentally pouted at the fact he had a shirt on.

——

“Are they secretly dating? The look they gave each other was hot!! AEW needs to capitalize on this”

Austin scrolled endlessly at the comments of the interview clip from last week, it’s not like much even happened but the crumbs of a potential romantic storyline had everyone talking. Maybe he should talk to Tony to see if a romantic storyline was even a possibility.

He shut his phone off as he got closer to the elevators, he had just came back from the weirdly small gym the arena had, wanting to get a quick workout in before shooting some promos. As he pressed the button to go down, the sound of platform heels approaching made him turn around a little too quickly.

Time stood still as he burned the image of your figure in his mind. You were wearing an off the shoulder top that showed off just enough cleavage that he could see the lace of your bra peak through, not to mention the cutest denim pleated skirt that covered everything it needed to but was short enough that if he were to bend you over, he’d get a full view of your round ass. His gym shorts got a little uncomfortable all of the sudden.

“Oh my gosh, hi! It’s nice to formally meet you” you stretched out your hand for him to shake.

He swallowed as he took it “Hey! Sorry about last week, it’s nice to meet you too” your hand felt so small in his, so soft.

The elevator doors opened and the both of you walked in, “you heading to the locker rooms too?” He asked. You nodded as he pressed the first floor button.

The air in the elevator felt tense, the musky mix of his cologne and sweat making you feel intoxicated. Austin stared at the floor, trying to think of something to say before he lost this chance to talk to you. “Did you see they’re shipping us online?” Out of all the things he could’ve said, he said that?

You were taken aback by the sudden question, and answered without thinking. “Yeah, they said we’d be cute together, like some kind of popular girl x loser guy trope” your eyes widened when you said it, immediately taking it back.

“Wait no, I don’t mean you’re a loser but like I saw comments saying that, I don’t think you’re a loser I actually think you’re-“

“Hey, I get what you meant don’t worry about it” He laughed, rubbing your shoulder as your cheeks flushed. “You’re cute”

You wanted to melt into a pile of goo, he thinks you’re cute? If Jamie and Aminata saw how flustered you were right now they’d probably be hit you over the head with a chair. Wait a minute, Jamie and Aminata. They were busy, preparing for the photo shoot on the other side of the arena. You felt heat pool between your legs as an idea began to form. You had some time to yourself, time that the girls wouldn’t know about and time Austin could fill…

“Do you wanna test something?” You bravely asked, looking at him with a sudden excitement in your eyes.

“Test what?”

“Our chemistry, see if everyone online is right”

Austin felt like he misheard you, did you just ask him if he wanted to fuck?

—————————

The two of you hurriedly walked through the busy hallways, Ace had no clue where you were taking him but hoped you reached your destination soon because he didn’t know how much longer he could resist pulling you into a supply closet and getting in between your thighs.

You stopped in front of the women’s locker room, peaking in to make sure no one was in there.

Austin looked nervous, “I can’t go in here” he said.

“What are you? a vampire?”

“It’s the women’s locker room that’s like the one place a guy isn’t allowed!”

“No one’s in here don’t worry about it, plus I need to grab something in here, just shut the door behind you”

You pulled him in the room a little too quickly though, he tried to nudge the door shut with his foot but didn’t fully get there, leaving the door open just a crack.

He didn’t know why or where you were getting this confidence from, but he wasn’t mad at it. You pushed him against the back wall and crashed your lips against his, the kiss felt electric, the mix of excitement for doing something you know your friends won’t approve of and the feeling of his big hands holding your waist so tightly made you dizzy.

Your tongues danced together sweetly as you made out, maybe people online were right, you guys did have chemistry, kissing him felt so natural to you, you wanted to do it all day.

Just as his hands began to go lower, about to lift your skirt, the buzz of your phone snapped you into reality. You stepped away from him to look at it.

Shit. It had already been 10 minutes since the girls texted you, and it would take at least 7 minutes to get to where the photo shoot if you really hurried, that left you with only 13 minutes to enjoy this secret rendezvous with Austin. But that doesn’t even include the time it will take to touch up your makeup or fix your outfit. He saw the anxious expression on your face.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah yeah yeah um, I have like 10 minutes before I have to leave for a photo shoot actually so unfortunately we have to make this quick” you looked at him apologetically, you really wanted to savor every moment of this indulgence. “Oh also please try not to ruin my outfit… or makeup”

He smiled devilishly as he picked you up effortlessly, sitting you on the end of a nearby table that was against the wall, he was most definitely gonna mess up your outfit and makeup. The table was almost like a makeshift vanity with the right side having a big mirror attached to the wall, luckily no one’s makeup bags were on it so you had it all to yourselves.

His lips found yours again quick, kissing you with more urgency this time. As much as he loved the feeling of your soft lips, he was desperate to make the most of this. He pulled down his gym shorts as your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Leaving him in just his boxers.

God, his body looked so stunning, you whimpered just looking at him. He was still a little damp with sweat from his earlier workout, making you wish you had the time to shower with him after this. He flipped you over onto your stomach, perfectly bending you over the table. His thought from the elevator was right, bending you over did give him a perfect view of your ass, so perfect that he wanted to take a photo of it and keep it in his wallet. Grabbing a handful of it would have to do for now.

He took a deep breath to collect himself, he had to focus here with the time restraint you had given him, he pulled his boxers down and pushed your (impossibly) soaked panties to the side. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and whispered in your ear.

“You didn’t give me the best opportunity to shut the door, so it’s not fully closed right now,” your blood went cold as you turned to the left to look at the door, he wasn’t lying, the door really wasn’t fully shut. He continued, “you better be quiet unless you want one of your friends to come in and tell everyone how the ‘loser guy’ rearranged your insides”

He let go of your hair as his thick cock pushed inside, you covered your mouth to hide the whimpers you wanted to let out from the delicious pain of the stretch. He didn’t go easy on you either, starting a rough pace as soon as he had bottomed out.

His hands gripped your waist tight, your ass was so perfectly framed by your skirt, he didn’t know if he had the heart to let this be just a quickie. You were just so warm, and you felt so you good around him.

It felt like you were losing your mind, the fear that someone might walk in was on the forefront of your mind, but it was only making you wetter. Slick gushing down your thighs as Austins hips met yours repeatedly. You couldn’t stay still, upper body squirming around and scratching at the hard surface of the table, doing anything to try to stay quiet. He was somehow hitting all the right spots, you didn’t know if this counted as chemistry or just pure magic at this point. The sensation of it all was so overwhelming.

You finally looked to the right, where the mirror was, you had honestly forgotten it was there. Austin swear he almost came at the sight of your fucked out face in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged, a line of drool connected from your lips down to a small puddle on the table, the flush on your cheeks was as red as ever, your eyes were glossy, you were doing your absolute best to keep quiet but didn’t notice the small moans you were letting out, you were the most beautiful thing Austin had ever seen.

He lowered his head down to yours, staring back at you in the mirror. The only sounds coming from your sloppy pussy. “I swear the quieter you are, the louder your pussy is” he teased. You looked at his reflection with the biggest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. Your hand reaching behind to grab his “I-I can’t” you quietly whined, “‘m gonna cum”

It was like you were trying to drag his arm somewhere. It finally clicked to him what you wanted. He kissed the back of your head, “don’t worry baby I’ll help you out” he assured as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting just enough pressure that it was hard for you to make any loud sounds at all. His pace got faster, getting close to his own high. It all felt so primal, so dirty, the both of you loved it.

Your nails dug into his arm as you came, he made sure the headlock was tight enough so you wouldn’t make noise, it was the most blissfully dizzying feeling you’ve ever felt. He could say the same, his hips slowing down as he came deep inside you. You could feel his hot breathes on the back of your shoulder as he rested his head there.

“‘m sorry, I should’ve asked before cumming inside but I didn’t wanna ruin your pretty outfit” he slurred between breaths.

“It’s ok, I would’ve let you do it anyway” you smiled. The both of you laid there, awkwardly bent over, for what felt like a while.

“So, do you think we have good chemistry?”

“Honestly I’m not sure, I think we may need to test it out more”

You looked at your phone, 5 minutes until you are supposed to be at the photo shoot.

Come over?

You stared at the text, the corners of your vision blurring. It was from hours ago, when you were in a mix of makeup and finishing off a bottle of wine. 

An Uber was minutes away and the cold night air nipped at your thighs, the skirt you were wearing flipping at the edge. Music from the bar was muffled behind the brick walls, occasionally breaking through when someone stepped out the door for a smoke. 

It was late, but when the car arrived and you shuffled into the backseat, you texted him back. Hope you’re up. OMW. 

And he was. You jogged up the steps to his condo door, breath turning into smoke with each panted breath. When you reached the top, the door came open without a courtesy knock. Just him – a pair of jogging shorts and no shirt. He knew. This was a dance that happened many times before. But this time, you led. 

“Expecting me?” You teased as you stepped over the threshold and into his condo, the warmth swallowing you, and you were quick to discard the shearling coat, tossing it to the closest armchair. 

Austin chuckled as he shut the door, flipping the lock. “Just know that I was waiting up for some chick.” 

You hummed with a smirk, turning to face him. “Well, I’m glad that I beat her here.” 

You dropped yourself on the sofa cushions, watching as he eyed you with a smile. His steps felt slow as he crossed the rug and to the sofa, lowering down next to you. You shifted, dragging a knee up, the skirt riding up to reveal more of your skin. 

His leg pressed against your knee and the heat in your lower stomach was ever so present. Every conversation that night with friends was about this, about the will-they-won’t-they situation you found yourself in. Every drink you thought about him, his number in your phone burning a hole in your purse. The wine went straight from the bottle to your veins and the only thing it beckoned was need. 

And he was the one thing you wanted. Bated breath, glossy and dark eyes, your lingering gaze on every inch of his exposed skin – it was obvious. 

“What? You gonna send her away?” His eyes lingered on you. It was a joke, but that small part of your brain that was spinning couldn’t let it go. 

“I’m not good at sharing,” you said, a blush creeping up the back of your neck before crossing the distance between you and him, pressing your mouth against his. 

Austin chuckled against your mouth before sinking into the kiss, his hand raising up to touch your face as his lips dragged across yours. He tasted like mint and it rushed to your head. The end of every nerve in your body on its edge. Your hands reached out to touch him, gliding over the warm skin of his abdomen as your tongue slipped into his mouth. 

And then you felt him react – his hand left your face and slid to your waist, anchoring his hand and pulling you forward. Your lips didn’t break from his as you leaned your weight against him. Close wasn’t close enough. You pushed harder against him, pressing him to the armrest of the sofa as you pulled your knees under you. 

You could feel his fingers across your skin, sliding underneath your top to press his palm flush against your chest. A moan slipped from your mouth and he circled his tongue with yours, sucking at your bottom lip before releasing it with a groan. 

“This what you wanted, baby?” He teased, fingers digging into the material of your bra, kneading at your chest. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. You slid your knees forward, the cushion shifting as you placed your knees on either side of his hips. “Yes,” you swallowed your admission as you kissed him again, lips sloppy against his. 

A small whimper left your mouth when his hand left your chest, but when he touched you again, he was pulling at the material of your skirt, tugging it up as he gripped at your ass, his fingerprints leaving marks across the skin. 

You instinctively leaned into his touch, pressing back against his hand while he trailed a kiss to your jaw, and then your neck. You rocked against his hand, his fingers trailing under the band of your flimsy panties, and you felt the friction grow between your arousal and his thigh under you. 

“Oh fuck,” 

“That feel good, baby? Yeah?” He asked with a teasing tone, a smirk. He already knew the answer. 

His shorts had ridden up his thighs, revealing their glory, and you loved them. You loved them when he pulled you onto his lap, when your nails dug into the muscle as he fucked you into your mattress, when he straddled your body to cum on your tits. But all you wanted to do was ride them. 

Sliding a knee between his legs and lowering onto his thigh, you grinded your hips back and forth along the rippled muscles. His hands guided you, the other coming to your hip, pressing down so your flush against him, shamelessly grinding. 

His eyes dropped down and he could see your slick coating your panties. “All worked up for me, huh?” 

“Feels so good,” you were able to find the words as a strangled moan left your mouth after. 

You didn’t even think – hips gliding back and forth, chasing the rough drag of the lace panties against your clit. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, the cold metal of his chain against your chest and it burned you from inside out. 

“You are so fucking hot, riding me like this.” He groaned, hand shooting up to cup the back of your head. “Want any piece of me you can get, huh?” 

And you groaned, teeth nicking at his throat. He was irresistible and he knew it.

He raised his leg, propping up his knee, and you felt the sudden shift, lace tugging harder between your legs and you gasped. The coarse fabric dragged across your clit in a delicious burn and it made you want more, more. 

Your fingers crept into the space between the sofa and cushion, hooking over the material to give you more support to rut back and forth. Your hips gyrated, any and every direction, as the coil in your belly tightened. Everything felt so raw but the pleasure was maddening. 

Every word tumbled out of your mouth in a whisper, in a prayer. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, body running into overdrive as you focused on his hands, on the heat licking up your spine. 

Austin groaned as he felt how wet you were, gliding across his skin, coating his shorts. “So fucking needy,” he breathed out, fingers digging into the meat of your hip, “want it so bad, right baby?” 

And there was no hesitation in your nod. Your hips jerked faster, more desperate. There was no shame in your bones. He made you want and want until you came undone, ripped at the seams. 

It hit like a flash of lightning – your body jerking against his, thighs clenching around him. You cried out as you came, finally feeling the release you had been chasing. The world went white and you tightened your eyes as you rocked against him once more, aimlessly grinding out your own end. 

His arms rounded your hips, holding you closer as you felt your breathing steady. 

“I got you baby, I got you,” he assured and you raised your head to look at him. Just like you – cheeks pink and swollen lips parted, and you kissed him. 

There was an ease, but you knew that it was just the beginning. There was the rest of the night ahead and you were both night owls. 

I was walking down the halls of the arena still taking everything in. My first televised match since leaving WWE, against Jaime Hayter of all people. Nervous was not the word. More importantly, my first night working with my boyfriend, Austin, who may have been more excited than I was.

I was scrolling through spotify to find a song to either calm my nerves or something to hype me up for my match. When I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me and my feet leave the ground as I was spun around. “Hi gorgeous” Austin smiled as he set me back on the ground. “Hi handsome” I smiled back pecking him on the lips. “You excited for your match tonight? TNT championship’s a big deal!” I wrapped my arms around his neck, too comfortable with him to care who saw. “Very, but I’m more excited to be with you tonight.” He replied whilst leaving small kisses on my cheeks, his arms still wrapped around me lovingly.

He does this any chance he gets for no rhyme or reason, he holds he in his arms like i’ll slip away with the breeze. Kisses littered all over my face like if he doesn’t there will be no proof we were ever together. It’s adorable really, his constant want to be near me without a care in the world. It’s one of the things I love about him.

“I like the way you hold me.” I whispered as I ran my fingers through the hair at nape of his neck. “Huh?” He asked centimeters from my face cocking his head to the side slightly, still refusing to let me go or . “You hold me like someone’s gonna walk in here and pull me away from you. I’m not going anywhere.” I giggled as he blushed at my sentiments “Yeah I know that, but I love having you like this, all to myself” he breathed as he leaned in to kiss me. “AUSTIN!” Juice yelled as he and Austin Gunn came barreling down the hall interrupting us before he could kiss me. “You’re up next man, Hey Y/N!” Austin huffed out of breath, him and Juice both choosing to wave at me even though they stood a foot away from me at most. “I’ll be right back I promise, I love you so much baby.” He mumbled in between kisses as he released me from his grip and slowly began to step away from me. “Okay, I love you too Ace, good luck!” I laughed as he ran towards gorilla.

‘What am I going to do with him’ I thought to myself as I watched him run away.

fin.

“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.

if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.

a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.

“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.

“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.

“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.

his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.

he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.

face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.

“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.

his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.

But then, a glimmer of hope flickered in (y/n)’s mind. WrestleMania was over, the hectic pace of the past few weeks finally slowing down. Maybe, just maybe, she could steal a moment of respite amidst the chaos. Without hesitating, she made a decision. She would go to that place—the place where she and Austin had stumbled upon one serendipitous night, just outside the city from where their apartment building stood tall against the skyline.

(y/n) hailed a cab, the city lights blurring past as she made her way towards the outskirts. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervous excitement as she neared their secret spot. Would it still hold the same magic it did that night? Would she find solace in its quiet embrace, even in the absence of Austin’s comforting presence?

Finally, the cab came to a stop, and (y/n) stepped out onto the quiet street. The air was crisp, a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the city. She took a deep breath, the scent of freshly fallen rain mingling with the earthy fragrance of the surrounding trees. It felt like a lifetime since she’d been here last, yet the memories flooded back with startling clarity.

(y/n) walked along the familiar path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath her feet echoing in the stillness of the night. As she rounded the final bend, she saw it—the clearing where they had spent that unforgettable evening, surrounded by nothing but the whispering of the wind and the gentle rustle of leaves.

She settled onto the grass, the cool blades tickling her skin as she gazed up at the star-studded sky. It was a sight she had sorely missed, the vast expanse of darkness punctuated by pinpricks of light filling her with a sense of wonder and awe. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about the chaos of the world, to lose herself in the quiet beauty of the night.

But then, a pang of loneliness pierced through her daydream, reminding her of the absence of the one person she longed to share this moment with. “I wish you were here, Austin,” she whispered into the stillness, her voice barely louder than a breath. “I miss you.”

As if in response, a star sparkled the sky, its fleeting brilliance a touching reminder of the fleeting nature of time. (y/n) closed her eyes, making a silent wish as the warmth of tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

(y/n) knew that the busyness of life would inevitably pull her back into its relentless grip, dragging her along its ceaseless tide of obligations and responsibilities. But for now, in this moment, she allowed herself to simply be—to bask in the stillness of the night, to find solace in the knowledge that amidst the chaos, there was always a place where she could find refuge, if only for a little while.

—-

The weight of regret hung heavy on Austin’s shoulders as he made his way back to their apartment, the memory of (y/n)’s disappointed response to his message haunting him with every step. He knew he had let her down, that his absence had only added to the strain of their already hectic lives. “I’m such an idiot,” he muttered to himself, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

As he entered their apartment, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. (y/n) wasn’t there, and for a moment, panic threatened to consume him. Where could she have gone? His mind raced as he tried to think of where she might be, but then, a flicker of recognition sparked in his mind.

The clearing. It was the only other place he knew she would go, the one spot they had shared so many memories together. Without a second thought, Austin hurried out of the apartment, his heart pounding in his chest with each passing moment.

When he finally reached the familiar path, relief washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. There she was, sitting alone in the grass, her silhouette illuminated by the stars above. Austin approached her cautiously, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a heavy cloak.

(y/n) turned to face him as he settled beside her, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. For a moment, they simply sat in silence, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” Austin finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to hurt you. I know I’ve been distant lately, but I want you to know that I’m here now. I’m here with you.”

As (y/n) leaned in to kiss his cheek in response, Austin felt a rush of warmth flood his veins, his heart skipping a beat at the tender gesture. It was a silent reassurance, a wordless expression of forgiveness and understanding that spoke volumes more than any apology ever could.

With a gentle sigh, (y/n) rested her head on his shoulder, her presence a comforting weight against his side. Austin wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close and holding her as if he never wanted to let go. In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the pressures of their careers, nor the uncertainties of the future. All that existed was the two of them, lost in the quiet beauty of the night.

They sat like that for hours, content to simply be together—to share in the peaceful solitude of the night and the unspoken bond that bound them together. And as the hours slipped away, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the echo of their heartbeat and the whisper of the wind in the trees.