*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the ring taking deep breaths, I watch as Kyle Fletcher and Don Callis make their entrance. I definitely am not ready to referee this match. They both want me and I want both of them. Which isn't fair to anyone. Kyle walks up to me grabbing the top rope to cage me into the corner by his arms. He leans in close to my face with his nose almost touching mine as we stare into each other's eyes. As soon as he tries to get even closer to me, Will Ospreay's music hits and he comes running down to the ring. Don jumps out of the ring when Will and Kyle start throwing punches at each other. I signal for the bell and their match begins.

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*nearing the end of the match*

Kyle covers Will and I hit the mat. 1. 2. No 3. Will kicks out and Kyle looks over at me.

"Count faster babe! You want me to win!"

"I am counting just fine!"

They continue to fight and I keep trying break them apart to keep a fair match. Kyle pushes Will into the corner choking him and I count almost to five. I put my hands on his stomach area and push him back to give Will some room. Will slumps in the corner as Kyle puts his hands on my cheeks making me look up at him. He leans down kissing me hard as I grip onto his sides kissing him back just as hard.

"Hey! What the hell?!"

Before we get to start making out, my shoulder gets grabbed and I get spun around to face Will. He looks at Kyle, smirks and grabs my face kissing me hard and sloppy. I put my hands on my arms and start kissing him back.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Kyle grabs my shoulder, pushes me out of the way and hits Will in the face with a couple forearms in the corner. I shake my head and try to break them up but, they just keep hitting each other and not listening to me. I signal for the bell ending the match with both of them disqualified. I roll out of the ring as they continue to keep fighting not paying attention to me. Other referees and security come running past me to go break them apart. I stop at the top of the entrance ramp, turn around and look down at the ring putting my fingers on my lips. They both getting pulled apart and look up at me on the ramp. I smirk at them, wave my fingers and turn around heading backstage hoping they both got the message about how much I like and want them both.

: ̗̀➛ Wheeler Yuta is loyal as a dog. As odd as that sounds, it means that once he chooses you, he will stick to your side and not let anyone change that. He will protect you no matter who the opponent is because he cares for you.

: ̗̀➛ He loves when you touch or play with his beard, even his hair as if grows out, the sensation just feels so good to him

: ̗̀➛ He is also very vulnerable, he is lost and confused often, especially when it comes between the people he cares about (Bryan Danielson and Jon Moxley). So please tell him if he is doing something wrong because he might be unsure or unaware of it.

: ̗̀➛ Yuta is affectionate, even if he looks angry and serious in the ring. We all know he is a softie inside. So don’t be surprised when he hugs you randomly or touches you out of the blue. It’s just Yuta being Yuta.

: ̗̀➛ He is EXTREMELY protective and will snap at any man who comes near you with a bad moto. If you feel uncomfortable somewhere or around someone he will take you away or ask to fight them in the ring, but literally no one will hurt you or harass you with Yuta around

: ̗̀➛ This man makes the best food, I’m telling you.

: ̗̀➛ I’m telling you, this man likes when you ride him, his finishing move includes his hips coming up. So Yuta loves to fuck you from underneath as you look down at him getting weak legs

: ̗̀➛ Also loves you sitting on his face, not letting you move until you’re begging him (will not take that fact back)

: ̗̀➛ He enjoys teasing you with his beard when he eats you out as every time you say ‘it tickles’ he continues, eating you out like he was starving.

: ̗̀➛ Yuta is really good at learning fast, so if you teach him how to specifically please you, he will do it ten times better. His fingers hitting the perfect spots inside of you

: ̗̀➛ This man will leave you a mess and look over you with a proud smile, knowing that he did that to you

: ̗̀➛ If you are a wrestler as well, he would want to be a tag team sometimes (Making sure the BCC likes you)

: ̗̀➛ Likes kissing your neck so the feeling of his lips and beard linger on your skin even after he’s gone, so you’re stuck thinking about him over and over again

: ̗̀➛ At first he was a shy romantic, not being affectionate in front of others, but eventually he didn’t give a fuck and he just started to do whatever he wanted

: ̗̀➛ Was a little shocked by you wanting to give him oral, but once he felt your lips he gave in and couldn’t help but throw his head back and enjoy it, way more than he ever imagined

: ̗̀➛ Even with his hair growing out, that won’t stop his love for keeping eye contact. He loves to lock eyes with you and feel how heated the tension can get between you both

: ̗̀➛ He is younger then some other wrestlers so he has a lot of stamina and get sometimes get turned on by the smallest things. Such as you just sitting on his lap, he would try to ignore it until you start to feel his problem

He’s got his own drawer in your dresser for his clothes. Your apartment complex has a small gym, but there’s a Gold’s down the road too. And you told him about the park that’s ten minutes away where he can go for a run or add pictures of wildlife to his social media.

When you came home that night, it didn’t look like he had moved from the couch. The notebook and pen were out as his eyes are glued to your living room TV. But, as you set down your stuff, you noted that his hair was slightly wet, and he had changed his clothes.

“Did you enjoy your run?”

Wardlow grinned. “I did, Sherlock.” He muted the TV and leaned back in a big stretch. He pinched his thumb and forefinger on either side of his eyes before glancing at your stove’s clock. “You’re home early.”

“Mhmm.” You walked over, leaning over him to press a long, relaxing kiss onto his lips. Wardlow hummed up into your push, smoothing a hand over your thigh in an attempt to pull you onto his lap. “Nuh-uh.” You stepped away with a groan. “Want to get out of my office clothes.”

His grin deepened. “You can do that right here.”

“Not with the blinds open I won’t.”

In the time it took him to glance over at your windows letting in too much sunlight to be decent, you hurried to your bedroom to change your clothes. The short day-dress/sundress you changed into had been the plan long before you invited him over. You swore you were only gone for a minute. But when you came back, he was already deeply enthralled in the next play. You sagged against the hallway wall.

At least he’s put the notebook down. And closed the blinds. His thighs had man-spread over an impressive area on the seat cushion. He had one arm tossed over the low back of the couch, while his other hand worried his beard as he listened to the commentators analyzing the team.

You needed to keep him from worrying his beard so much. If you were honest with yourself, you needed to keep him from worrying about a lot of things.

An idea popped into your head. Your mind latched onto that old social media trend that had fizzled out before you even met your War Dog.

Tilting your head to make sure he was still focused on the screen, you snagged a pillow from the armchair. You plopped it between his open thighs and knelt.

Wardlow’s gaze immediately shifted to your smug face. His wide eyes took in your hands pulling back your hair into a ponytail (or as best of what you could manage with your current hair length) and his thighs spread further. A surprised, bemused smile spread across his face. As your hands smoothed up and down his thighs, he settled back into the couch.

Suddenly, you turned and sat down, snagging his hands to rest them on your shoulders. “Can you massage my neck for me, darling? I think I turned it weird at work today.”

You bit your lip to cover up the giggle that threatened to respond to his irritated growl.

“Of course.”

Wardlow’s massage was a little rough at first. But as the sports channel switched to another highlight reel, his hands actually began to knead your neck and shoulders. Your spaghetti straps fell off your shoulders as he spread his large hands wide over your skin.

The first moan that fell from your lips gave him pause.

“You doin’ alright down there?”

“Mhmm. Keep watching your show, but don’t stop, please. Your hands feel so good.”

His continuing massage was hesitant. Like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to focus on the play-by-play or on massaging you into making more of those sounds. You weren’t very vocal in bed, choosing instead to listen to him and to speak with your hands running all over him.

You hummed high and delighted at his touch.

While he gently squeezed the back of your neck with one hand, he turned the TV down with the other. Smoothly, he removed your hair tie. His touch slid up your hairline until his whole hand was buried in your hair. With the warmth from his hand, and the way he was lightly squeezing it over your scalp, you couldn’t help but let your mouth hang open with a sigh. Wardlow’s body stiffened as your eyes closed.

“I know what you’re doing,” he mumbled.

“Good.”

“Thin walls. Not like the ones I’ve got back at the house.”

“Why do you think I came home early?”

Turning in his grip, you returned to your earlier kneeling position. Wardlow was there with ready lips and a moan of his own. He titled your face up with a light grip on your chin. Your hands returned to resting on his thighs.

Just as you reached for the waistline of his sweatpants, Wardlow’s eyes flicked up towards the screen. His eyes brightened as some part of a play pleased him. You sat back on your heels.

“You know, you seem pretty focused on the game. Maybe we should do this later.”

Wardlow caught your forearms before you could leave. “No! I – we can do this now.” It took a hesitating moment longer than you would have liked, but he eventually turned off the TV. He kissed over your pout.

His hands continued to hold you close as you leaned up into his chest from your position on the floor. Wardlow knew he would have been lying if he said having you on your knees didn’t do it for him. But he wanted you beneath him in another way.

You resisted his attempts to drag you to your feet. With your teeth, you barely nipped at his throat, making him gasp and laugh. Again, your hands drifted to the waistband of his sweats.

He was oblivious. His hands couldn’t get enough of your bare shoulders. His lips needed to kiss every inch of your skin from one side of your neck to the other. Meanwhile, your own reach snuck beneath his sweats and maneuvered to your goal.

Wardlow let out a strangled moan as your hand gently gripped the base of his cock. Your slow, deliberate strokes finished bringing him to a full, thick mast. His hips flinched, silently begging for more.

Above you, Wardlow’s body sagged towards you. His mouth rested open against your temple. He fought to catch his breath. “How—how long have you been planning this?” When you weren’t forthcoming, he cracked open his eyes to catch the smug, mischievous gleam in your gaze. “I never stood a chance did I?”

“Nope.”

His eyes widened further as you guided him to lay back. With you still on your knees, you were in the perfect position to give him a show as you began to tease the tip of his cock with your tongue. He settled into the cushions, occasionally tossing his head back as you caught a sensitive place, then forcing his head back up so he could watch.

You knew what you looked like. Especially as you swallowed him down for the first few times. With the way he was *built*, taking him into your throat was a bit of a struggle. But he never seemed to care if you couldn’t take him all the way.

He couldn’t make up his mind what part of you he wanted to watch more. Your mouth kept drawing his gaze as you took turns wrapping your lips around his length and then smiling as you stroked your hands around him and catching your breath. But when you were stroking him… damn. The angle of his view placed his cock in line with your cleavage. Maybe if he asked nicely, you would let him cum on your chest so he could enjoy that view instead. Then you swallowed him down again and his mind went blank.

He was close. Too close, and too soon.

Running his fingers up and into your hair again, Wardlow held your hair back so he could see your face. But when his hand was wide and warm against your skull, he used the leverage of your hair to pull you away.

“You doin’ okay, baby?” you crooned. His glare made you smile. His grip tightened on your hair when you tried to descend your lips onto his cock again. With a pout, you sat back. “What?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Too much, too soon. Wanna feel you around me.”

You managed to lick up his length before he pulled you away again. “I thought that’s what I was doing.”

With his control still deep in your hair, he managed to drag you to your feet. His free arm wrapped around your waist. You thought he was headed to your bedroom, but he surprised you with bending you over the back of the couch. You caught the sight of your reflection in the tv of him looming behind you. It sent a thrillish zing up your spine.

“How long have you been planning this,” you teased. But your tease ran out as he leaned in close over you.

He shook his head. “We christened your bed the last time I was here. And I believe I promised to have you against every surface given half a chance.” With a pleased hum, he flipped up the skirt of your dress. The sight almost made him choke. You weren’t wearing a stitch under the fabric. He gripped both globes of your ass and gave them a squeeze. “Gonna have you right here.”

You squeaked as he titled you forward, making you brace yourself on the seat cushions as he raised your hips up closer to his face.

More than anything he wanted to eat you out until you were a messy puddle. But the throbbing of his cock could not be ignored for much longer. He settled for a cheeky open-mouthed bite of your ass, then settled you into place. Just having your thighs around his length made his vision blurry. Easing into your sex threatened to white-out his sight entirely.

It was a good thing your couch sat on a rug. Or your floors would have been scratched to hell with the way his thrusts threatened to scrape the furniture across the floor.

Your vision was spotty at best. Every so often you’d catch your reflection again, and it would make you gasp every time.

His grip on your hips was impossible to ignore and to escape. With your position over the back of the couch, your toes barely touched the floor for more than a second. Your nails scratched into the cushions.

And you were loud. Yes, there was the obvious sound of him filling you, making you gush more and more with each thrust. But the angle of it all made little moans and pleased yelps pour from your lips. Then he dragged your thigh to rest on the back of the couch, opening you up further. The cry that escaped you was like nothing you’d ever managed.

“So was that all I had to do, hmm?” Wardlow chuckled.  “Just tilt you at the right angle and make those pretty sounds pour right out of you. What will the neighbors think?”  

“Don’t fucking care. Please, don’t stop.” You reached your hand back for his hip as if you could pull him into you any deeper.  

You needn’t have bothered. Wardlow was in no mood to make you wait nor to let you work towards your release alone.

By the time his thrusts reached a thunderous speed, you were delirious and your arms hung loosely off the front of the couch.

Then he wrapped his arm under your waist, lifting you up. His fingers brushed first through your slick. Then they barely brushed over your clit. He groaned as your walls spasmed around his length. Wardlow held still as your body shivered and quaked.

Hazily, you caught sight of yourself in the tv.

Wardlow caught sight of you too. The dark screen wasn’t a good enough reflection to show you his full expression, but you could see the way he suddenly grinned.

He toyed with your clit again, making your walls shiver with over stimulation.

Dragging you back, he positioned you so your feet were on sturdy ground and your head was resting on your arms on the back of your couch. His cock never left you. So when he began to thrust again, your body rocked obscenely.

You cried out. The new angle meant he could spear into you deeper than you thought possible. Small gaps and whimpers passed your lips. But he kept going. Surely he was ready to burst soon?

“I—I thought---”

“What?” Wardlow chuckled behind you. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, then pulled out so he could lazily run his cock over your slick. “Don’t worry. I’ll fill you up soon. Been waiting all day to feel you around me. Don’t want to waste it.”

His hand slid warm and solid over your collarbones. On its way past, his thumb stroked gently at the curve of your neck. All the while, he continued to roll his hips, sliding his length over your slick again and again. It blinded you to the way his other arm scooped under your hips.

He suddenly kicked your legs closed, trapping his length between your thighs. You mewled as his rhythm picked up again. His cock-head caught your clit enough to make your whines come out broken and needy.

It was a good thing that his arms were under your hips and shoulders. Your grip faltered on the couch and you would have fallen otherwise.

Wardlow breathed steadily as he felt the way your body trembled beneath him. He controlled the pace. It brought him no small joy that the mess between your thighs was plenty to enjoy. If he could think straight later, he would definitely eat you out in this same position until you were dripping again. But for now, your hands were desperately clawing at the couch and tugging at his grip. Your voice was breathy and pleading. You begged for him to fill you like he promised. How could he deny you?

Tilting you back in his grip, he kissed the back of your neck.

Then he tossed your thigh back to its place on the back of the couch and filled you in a breath.

You mangled a cry and fought to fill your lungs with air as he filled and refilled you with his cock.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open. Which was a shame. Because the bounce of your body on his cock from behind was a sight he wanted to memorize. But with his eyes closed, he could hone in all the pretty new sounds you were giving him. He moved faster, chasing the end that you had teased him with earlier.

“Are you ready, baby?” His grip on your hip tightened as your walls fluttered. “Takin’ me so good. Letting me have you this way. Never gonna be able to walk into this room without thinking about today.”

Was he talking about his own memory or yours?

It didn’t matter. Because he twisted his hips to catch that place within you that made you see stars. You shivered and moaned high and airy, and again as he thrust hard and stilled within you.

Wardlow did his best to keep his hands from bruising you as every muscle in his body flexed with his release. He calmed himself down with a few more thrusts. Each drag of his length sent a zing up his spine. And each pass made your body rock forward.

He shed his shirt so he could use it to clean up most of the mess between your thighs. Tossing it to one side, he promised to drop it in the wash later. He tucked himself away. Then, begrudgingly, he flipped your skirt down over his favorite sight.

Taking you into his arms, he grinned to see your blissed-out face. Your eyes kept fluttering. Did they flutter that way when you fluttered around him? He would have to look for it next time.

He gently laid you out on the couch, then spread over you to rest his head on your chest.

“So how was your day?”

You breathed a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Mhmm.” He grinned. His lips pursed in that way they did when he was about to sass. “So? Did what’s-his-face cause any problems today?”

Rolling your eyes, you did your best to say that your coworker did not make your day difficult. But all you could focus on was how Wardlow had slotted his body between your thighs so he didn’t crush you. It made you feel open. And you were hyper-aware of the way your sex was still thrumming. You complained under your breath about your ability to think in full sentences after what he did to you.

It just made him laugh.

If he kept stroking his thumb across the swell of your breasts like that, he was going to either guide you to sleep, or inspire another flame of need.

Wardlow stroked the valley between your breasts with his nose. Another round or a nap, he didn’t mind. He would do whatever it took to make your mind as blank and worry free as you had made his.

***

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It had been a few weeks, Hook had stopped wearing his hoodies in the place of yours.

You were a little fed up when he started wearing them to the ring.

Which you didn't let him do.

"What the fuck is he doing out there? Wearing my hoodie!?" You said.

You were a little embarrassed because the size of the hoodie. It fucking floated on HOOK.

That wasn't stopping him though. He wore It out to the ring on multiple occasions

Every one of your hoodies were in the wash. Since he kept wearing them.

So one time, you tried to take your hoodie back. Only for him to swat your hands away.

"Follow your own rules. Hands off my hoodie." He said

You gasped at that statement

"It's my Hoodie- not yours." You remarked

"I don't care. It's comfy and I will continue to fucking wear it to the ring." He sighed

being married to the devil himself came with it's luxuries. he'd spoil you without even asking. taking notice of the little things, you were the one who finally broke his walls down and saw the sweet to his so-called bitter side that everyone warned you about. maxwell had trust issues ever since his ex-fiancé called it splits but the moment he set eyes on you he had a change of heart. putting every ounce of trust in you, doing the same while feeling safe in his arms.

groaning as the bright sun peaked through the curtains you wished to sleep in beside your husband but morning seemed to have other plans.

he was still sound asleep with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you close as if his life depended on it.

today was supposed to be the day you both got to sleep in with one another having time off from all elite but no matter how hard you tried your slumber was no more.

there was plenty of room on your shared king size mattress however maxwell wanted to be pressed up against you, his nose rubbing along your neck ever so slightly as he took in the scent of your shampoo.

you didn't mind his company in the slightest, rather adoring it as you glanced over to meet his chocolate eyes which opened up slowly, his brown locks still a mess from sleeping on the pillows and waking up from his beauty sleep.

"g'mornin' sleepy head." you smiled at your husband and stretched a bit, only waking up a few minutes before him.

maxwell sighed as he looked at the time, knowing that the two of you both wanted to sleep in longer after such a rigorous work schedule and being on the road but he didn't mind either as long as it was with you, his wife.

he leaned over to place a soft kiss against your neck, "good morning, mrs. y/n. friedman."

your cheeks started to heat up the moment he called you by your full legal name, you'd been married for almost a year now but would never get over the fact you were actually his wife.

"it's so cute when you blush, y/n."

"oh, shush.. maxwell."

"that can be arranged." the same smirk you knew all too well spread along his lips as you threw a pillow at the love of your life.

he caught the pillow with his face, gasping and placing a hand to his chest as an 'how dare you' moment when his eyes met with yours.

a chuckle escaped your lips when you made way to take cover under the blankets from any incoming fire of pillows however your efforts were too late when coming in contact with a face full of pillow and seeing maxwell with a grin on his face.

"oh, it's on now." you grabbed another pillow as he did the same, the two of you having a wrestling match of sorts before maxwell scooped you up in his arms and sat you on his lap, "so does this mean i win?"

"nope, you gotta' pin me to win.. handsome."

"but.. y/n i've already won in life by being married to the most beautiful, smart, and talented person i know."

just before you and maxwell were about to kiss you heard tiny steps approach the room and a meow.

"don't worry, we didn't forget about you piper. you're our little princess while we have one on the way."

He was leaned against the wall watching her do the makeup of some of the women that were going on tonight.

As far as he knew she was the head makeup artist for the company and did her job pretty damn good, always in a pair of heels with her hair perfectly done too.

The outfit she had on today was a little more revealing than what he was used to but he definitely didn’t mind. The baby pink skirt and matching top made her body look out of this fucking world.

Tyler had never needed to go to the makeup chair before so they had never officially crossed paths. However, he’s been watching her since the first time Cody brought his wrestling class to their first TV taping.

She’s always there, and she’s always working. Currently, she was talking to Britt while doing some crazy eyeshadow look on her that seemed impossibly difficult to him.

Ty could hear her giggle from where he was standing and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and drag her back to his private lockeroom and have his way with her.

“Again, man? You gotta leave her alone,” Dante Martin put a hand on his shoulder which Tyler immediately shrugged off.

He knew he was joking but it still hit a little too close to him. Tyler always wondered if she noticed him and the close eye he kept on her. 

“Shut up. Don’t you have a top rope or something to jump off?” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her,” Dante ignored his previous comment.

“What would I even say? ‘Oh hey, I’ve been staring at you for the past year and I want to do you in my hotel room?’”

Dante laughed, “You don’t obsess over a girl for an entire year and only want to fuck her. We both know you actually like her.”

Ty had never had a serious relationship before and didn’t desire it. He was very focused on his career and didn’t have time for any distractions, even ones with impossibly long legs and high cheek bones.

“That’s exactly why I can’t talk to her. I’m way too busy. I don’t have time to treat her like she deserves,” he grumbled back in response.

His friend grinned, “How can you say shit like that and not see it?”

“See what, asshole,” he hissed back.

“That you’re not going to be able to just stop thinking about her.”

“I could totally stop thinking about her if I wanted to. She’s like, like a side hobby,” Tyler responded a bit flustered.

“A side hobby?” Dante was hysterically laughing at this point.

“If she’s such a side hobby, let’s make a bet,” Dante said to him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Tyler was intrigued at this point. He was never one to turn down a challenge. He stopped leaning on the wall and stood up straight.

“If you can leave her alone for the rest of the show - that means no looking at her, no standing by the makeup chairs, and no scaring off the rookies who try and flirt with her - I’ll pay for you to finish the rest of your sleeve,” Dante said slyly.

Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Dude, my tattoo artist is charging me $2500 in cash for that.”

“I know. But I’m almost positive you won’t win,” he laughed.

“What happens if I lose?” Ty inquired.

“I get your private lockeroom for 5 more Dynamites,” Dante responded matter of factly.

“Bro, my dad rents that out for me.”

“Yeah and everyone fucking hates you for it,” Dante added.

“Call me daddy’s money all you want but I get to do my pre-match ritual in silence, without you assholes screaming in my ear.”

“And that’s what I want.”

“Fine. You have a deal,” Tyler stuck his hand out and Dante shook it.

“There’s no way you’re winning,” Dante cackled while walking away from him.

Tyler walked to catering and tried not to think about her there without him. It was stupid really. She had been working there longer than he had and he was scared for her well-being.

He sighed and stabbed the chicken on his plate with a fork. It was going to be a long ass night.

-

Dynamite had started a couple of hours later and he had a match tonight, but for some reason he couldn’t focus.

Well, not some reason. He knew the exact reason, and she was most likely sucking on hard candy and playing on her phone in the backstage area.

Tyler tried hard to shake it off, he really did. But he couldn’t jepordize his match for some stupid bet.

His phone dinged and it was a text message from Dante.

Are you cracking yet, lover boy?

Tyler wanted to hurl his phone at the wall. He felt like he was going absolutely insane. He wanted to slap himself for allowing his attraction to her for getting this far.

Ty hated to admit it to himself, but he did actually like her. He liked her much more than a one night stand or a casual hookup.

He had been going backing forth between the pros and cons of just going to find her when the Bucks walked into his dressing room.

Tyler immediately stood up from his seated position when they walked in. He pulled himself together so he could talk to his bosses.

He stuck his hand out to shake theirs, “What can I do for you guys?”

After they finished shaking hands with each other Matt started talking, “It’s about your match tonight. Tony made a last minute decision for you to go over.”

Tyler’s face was one of surprise, “Like, win the TNT title?”

“Yeah,” Matt brushed over this news, “Sorry it’s on such short notice, kid.”

“No, don’t sweat it. I’m psyched,” Tyler tried to keep his cool.

“We figured you would be. Go change the finish with Sammy and you’ll be set. We watched you guys practice this morning and the match you have planned should stay the same. The only change we want is for you to tap him out,” Nick instructed the young talent.

“Of course. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me,” Tyler was very grateful for this opportunity but also incredibly nervous.

The group exchanged pleasantries for a while longer until they left the room. Ty could feel his heart speeding up. There was no way he could go out to win a title feeling like this.

His palms were sweating and despite the news he had his focus was still somewhere else. He checked his watch to see he had an hour and thirty minutes until he was gonna go out.

Fuck the bet.

There was no way in hell Ty was going to fuck up the biggest match of his career over a bet.

He threw a hoodie and sweats over his gear and stepped out of dressing room, already feeling the clouds clear out of his head.

Ty booked it to the makeup chairs like he was being chased.

He stopped just a few steps behind where she was lounging.

She was perched on one of the chairs with her legs swinging. She was on her phone with a cherry red sucker in her mouth, just as he suspected.

She was a sight for sore eyes and he felt relief wash over him knowing she was perfectly fine.

“Hey,” he said suddenly making her look up from her phone. His voice was a surprise to his own ears. He had never spoken to her and now was probably not the best time to start.

She looked up at him from her chair and took the sucker out of her mouth, “Hey.”

The way she was smiling at his made his chest ache, “I was wondering if you could fix my hair before my match. I totally slept on it wrong.”

She looked skeptical. Tyler knew he sounded stupid. His hair was probably the easiest in the world to manage. All he did was run a brush through it and call it a day.

“Of course. Hook, right?” She called him by his in ring name.

He chuckled as he sat down in her chair, “Yeah, but you can call me Tyler.”

When her fingers began to comb through his hair he wanted to groan.

“I’m Ariane, but everyone around her calls me Ari.”

He finally knew her name and it fit her perfectly. He could feel all of his nerves slipping from his body as she touched him. It was like she had some sort of magnetic aura that dissipated all of his anxiety.

He stayed quiet as she moved his hair every which way. Her long pink acrylics were perfectly scratching his scalp. Ty fought the urge to shiver and lean into her touch.

“What gear are you wearing tonight?” Ari asked.

“I’ve got the orange on tonight.”

“You always wear those,” she teased, “What about the chain?”

He pulled his gold chain out of his hoodie and showed her. He was impressed she knew he always wore a chain to the ring. It made Ty smile that Ari watched him maybe as much as he watched her.

She moved from behind him to get a better look at the chain.

Ari leaned in and touched the chain around his neck. Her tan fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. Her long dark extensions created a curtain between them and the outside world. Tyler wanted to feel her hands on him forever.

Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled at him in a way that made him want to bend her over his lap and make her start fucking counting.

He tried not to lose control of the situation. It felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand.

“This is really nice. It’s different than the ones you usually wear,” Ariane said finally and stepping away from him.

His mouth twitched into a small smile, “You pay a lot of attention to my chains?”

“You’re the only guy on the roster who doesn’t ask for my advice on gear. I like to see what you’re wearing.”

“Well, this one was my dad’s in the 90’s. He wore it when he proposed to my mom,” Ty couldn’t figure out why he was volunteering this information. He kept most of his personal life to himself but she made him spill his guts with only a few words.

“And you’re wearing it to win your first title,” she must’ve noticed the look he gave her, “You tend to hear a lot when you’re doing an entire roster’s makeup and hair.”

“The chain is a good luck charm. It made my mom say yes, maybe it’ll keep me from fucking up any spots,” he joked.

“I’ve never seen you mess up a spot before,” Ari rolled her eyes adorably.

Tyler really wanted to grab her and kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do more than that, he wanted to take her back to his dressing room and flip up that impossibly tiny skirt and fuck her. He had to get himself back under control.

He took a deep breath and stood up. He was standing almost chest to chest with her. Ty had a few inches on her, even with her heels. He looked down at her parted lips and smiled.

“Next time you have any advice on my gear, you can come find me in my dressing room,” his words dripped with sexual innuendo that made her noticeably flustered.

He walked away from the makeup area and to gorilla. Ty stripped down into his gear and waited for the women’s match to end.

He felt way more confident than he had in his lockeroom. Tyler was calm, satiated even. He talked to Ari for the first time ever and even flirted with her. He could comfortably take her off of his mind for now.

He was ready to go out there and have the best match of his life.

Even though he felt on top of the world, he still felt anxiety pooled in his belly. Any person in their right mind would.

This is going to be his first title run and he wants it to be amazing.

“Hey,” Sammy grabbed his shoulder, “The Bucks wanted me to come talk about the match with you.”

His calm attitude didn’t last long when he heard Sammy’s voice. Sammy Guevera was not an easy person to be around. Almost everyone on the roster hated him, besides his equally annoying wife, Tay.

“Yeah. All we have to do is keep the same combinations until the last three minutes. They want a submission victory so I was thinking you try for a frog splash and I catch you midair. I’ll give you a couple of suplexes and then put you in the redrum.”

“Whatever,” sammy rolled his eyes like the asshole he is, “I’m still pissed they sprung this on me last minute.”

“Maybe it’s because you called one of the most experienced veterans in the back a jobber,” Ty spit back at him.

Just because they had a match did not mean they had to like each other.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Sammy grumbled while walking away.

As the semi-main event ended with Britt holding her championship with a confident smirk on her face. He felt like his chest was on fire the closer it got to his match.

Tyler stood up and took a deep breath. He had seven minutes until his entire life would be changed.

He knew he had to go out first and stood at the curtain.

-

The match went off without a hitch. Tyler was surprised considering Sammy kept giving him stiff punches and slapping him in the face.

Ty kept it professional, though and managed to finish the match without actually beating the shit out of him.

He walked to the back with the TNT titled draped over his shoulder as the backstage personnel and Tony Khan gave him a standing ovation.

His dad was the first person to hug him and tell him how proud he was. Tyler fought tears when they embraced.

He thanked everyone profusely and spoke to Tony privately about how grateful he was.

Ty was in the middle of picking up his sweats and hoodie when Dante came into view. He mentally groaned, he was going to get so much shit from him.

Dante wrapped gave Tyler a hug and when he pulled away he smiled, “Couldn’t do it could ya, champ?”

“Fuck off,” Tyler groaned, “It was the only way that match wasn’t gonna be shit. It was impossible to focus with her on my mind.”

“You sound like a fucking love sick puppy,” Dante laughed at him.

“Yeah yeah. What are we doing to celebrate?” Ty smirked at his friend.

“I’ve got some of the boys together and we can go grab drinks downtown. This is my first time in Nashville so I think Bowens is picking.”

“Sounds great. Let me go take a quick shower,” he replied walking away.

“Enjoy that private shower while it lasts!” Dante called from behind him.

Tyler just flipped him off and kept walking to his dressing room. He really was dreading giving it away for five weeks.

Just before he made it to his lockeroom he saw Ari leaning against the wall next to the his dressing room door texting on her phone.

“Hey,” he smiled at her.

She looked up at him, “Hey, champ. That was a great match. Congratulations.”

Her smiled was so genuine and happy it made his heart flutter a little bit, “Thanks. Hey, some of the guys are going out to celebrate. Wanna come with?”

Tyler watched as her green eyes lit up at the prospect of going out with him.

“I’d love to, but before I think you told me I should come into your lockeroom when I had any thoughts about your gear,” she gave him a sultry look through her false eyelashes.

His mouth quirked into a smile, “Yeah, and what is it you wanna say about my gear, doll?”

“I think it would look much better off,” she had an innocent look in her eyes despite the words she was saying.

This turned him onto no end. He didn’t even bother to say anything else, he just opened the door and pulled her inside.

He quickly locked the door and pressed her against it. Their lips touched and it felt like his skin was buzzing against her own.

He kissed a trail down her neck. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin until there was a distinct hickey.

“Such a fucking tease all the time, hm? All those tiny little outfits” He said against her neck.

Tyler could hear her shaky breathing and the occasional whimper.

He smiled against her skin and finally pulled away, “If you want to stop, just say so.”

With that he tugged her over to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

Their mouths were on one another’s in an instant. Their lips moved in a feverish manner, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Ari was the first to pull away, “Let me properly congratulate you on your win, champ.”

She slinked down to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his bare thighs.

Tyler’s hand ran through her hair and Ari spoke again, “It’s a wonder it’s taken you this long to say something.”

He looked down at her in confusion as she started to palm him through his shorts, “I’ve seen you stand at my makeup station for months and stare at my ass. That’s why I’m dressed like this tonight.”

She kissed his thigh and whispered, “Just for you.”

Tyler finally said something, “Dressing like a whore at work just to impress me? I’m honored, baby.”

Ari rested her head against his thigh and stared at his hard on still confined in his pants.

Ty wrapped a hand in her and forced her to sit up properly, “Are you gonna let the champ fuck your face doll?”

She nodded eagerly, “Please fuck my face Tyler.”

He didn’t have to hear anymore, he pulled his cock out, “Stick your tongue out.”

Ariane shivered at his dominant voice and did what she was told.

He used his hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her down his cock. Ty slowly sunk his cock in her mouth and groaned out when she made it to the base.

She began gagging a little bit and he let her pull off, “You’re so big,” she whimpered.

Ty thought she looked so cute like this, almost frustrated she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat, “You’ll make it work, baby.”

She wrapped her lips around his tip and looked up at him to signal that she was ready for him to continue

He started bobbing her head up and down his cock. His groans made her even wetter than she was.

Ty kept cursing in his deep voice and watched as he fingers snaked in between her legs and underneath her skirt.

“Cant even handle sucking cock without something inside you? Fucking hell,” he chastised her while moving her head faster.

He threw his head back when she started swirling her tongue around his length.

“Fuck,” Ty said aloud, “I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

She nodded her head around him to assure him it was okay. Somehow he forced her to choke his cock down even faster.

Ari sucked impossibly hard and his hips bucked up into her mouth right before he came. She felt his hot seed shoot down her throat in long spurts and whimpered around him.

When he was finished with her he took her off of him.

They both stopped for a moment, him breathless and her with spit around her mouth and tears in her eyes.

“Come here,” he said while putting his shorts back on properly.

Ari obediently sat in the couch next to him before he grabbed her waist and sat her on his lap.

His arms wrapped around her, “We don’t have to go out with them tonight. We can go back to my hotel room and talk or something. I don’t want you to think I wanted this as a one time thing.”

Her voice was hoarse when she first started talking, “Today is a big day for you. You deserve to go out and celebrate.”

“Did you drive here?” He asked, ignoring her last comment.

“No, I ubered, why?”

“I’ll drive you back to the hotel then. Or the bar, it whatever you want, baby,” he smiled at her warmly.

She whined, “I can’t let you not celebrate you’re first title win. I’ll come with you to the bar and we can talk about all of this later.”

Tyler kissed the crown of Ari’s, “You know this wasn’t a one time thing for me, right? I want to have something real for you.”

Christian waited patiently, well as patiently as he could, as you slept off the adrenaline from a few hours ago. He looked your body over, his breath hitching as he noticed each cut and bruise along with the stitches you had received. He didn't know the details but that didn't matter, it just mattered that you were alive and it didn’t look like you were too seriously injured.

An hour after Christian entered your hospital room, you started to stir, slowly moving your arms, eyes fluttering open only to be met with Christian’s concerned blue ones. “Hey. Hey baby, how are you feeling?” He whispered, not wanting to be too loud in case your head hurt. You reached your hand out to hold his hand, but you were stopped by Christian slipping your hand into his once he noticed what you were attempting to do.

“Sore.” You managed to answer him in a hoarse voice. It was in that moment you realized just how dry your throat really was. “Will you get me some water?” You whispered, hoping the soft tone of voice would help your throat.

You felt Christian give your hand a gentle squeeze before answering, “Of course I can, love. I’ll be right back. I love you.” He wanted you to know he loved you, and he felt the need to say it after knowing he could have lost you, the love of his life, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Christian quickly tracked down a bottle of water and a straw and began making his way back to your room just as quickly as he left. He slipped into your room, not noticing the doctor and nurse present until the doctor began speaking after reading over your chart. He stopped moving momentarily to listen closely to the doctor until you reached towards him for the water. He opened the bottle and straw for you, dropping the straw in to the water before handing it to you.

“Well, it looks like you were a very lucky lady because you won’t be needing any surgery. I just need you to stay for the next couple days for observation and to receive further treatment for your injuries.” The doctor informs you and Christian. “If you need anything just let us know. We’ll check back with you later on today, but in the meantime, get some rest.” You nodded, taking a sip of your water. You were thankful Christian thought to get you a straw, it made drinking so much easier since you were hooked up to an IV and the monitor displaying your vitals, all the cords caused you to keep getting your arm tangled up in them.

The next couple days were spent with Christian waiting on you, willing to go get you snacks and drinks from the nearby vending machine, taking a walk down to the cafeteria to get you ice cream, jello, or pudding if you had a craving for any of them. Sometimes when you would move your arm a certain way the machine you were hooked up to would go off causing Christian to jump up concerned every time, only for you to ask him to help you untangle your arm. Sometimes your leg would bother you and again, Christian was quick ask you if you needed anything or needed the nurse, sometimes you would and sometimes you wouldn’t. Nevertheless, Christian was there all day, everyday to ensure you were taken care of, despite you telling him to go home and you would be fine, but he wasn’t having it, always refusing to leave you.

The day you were allowed to go home was such a relief. You were tired of the hospital, you missed your bed, you missed the comfort of your house, you missed your food, you missed your clothes — specially your comfy pajamas — you missed it all.

You’ll never forget the sense of relief you felt when Christian pulled his car into your driveway — you were home, you were finally home. Christian helped you out of the car and you waited for him to hand you the crutches the doctor sent you home with to use, but you gasped when you were lifted off the ground. “What are you doing?! Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself, I need to get used to the crutches anyways.” You scolded your boyfriend, but of course, he wasn’t listening as he continued to carry you bridal style to your front door and setting you down only long enough to open the door with the spare key you gave him three months ago. He picked you back up and carried you with ease to the couch, thinking you were probably tired of laying in a bed. He stacked your decorative couch pillows on the coffee table for you to prop you leg up on. He handed you the remote and insisted you relax with your favorite show while he brought in your crutches and belongings from his car.

You went to speak, but he was already out the door. You didn’t mind him taking care of you when your sick because it was small things you liked for him to do for you, but this? You didn’t want him to wear himself out taking care of you since you couldn’t do much of anything.

You watched him re-enter your home with all your things, noticing, that despite how much he insisted on waiting on you until you were better, he looked absolutely exhausted. That’s when it hit you, you never really saw him truly rest and sleep while staying in the hospital with you. He could deny his exhaustion all he wanted, but you saw the signs — heavy eyes, sagging shoulders, his movements had become slower. Carrying everything did help any either, you heard him breathe deeper and sigh more, hand running over his face. This is exactly what you didn’t want, it’s what you hated seeing. Christian was so focused on taking care you that he was forgetting to take care of himself in the process.

“Hey babe, come ‘ere.” You called him over with seemingly innocent intentions, but you were going to make him rest one way or another and what better way than sucker him into cuddling with you? The answer is none.

“What do you need, love?” He asked, doing his best to suppress a yawn but failing miserably. You heard him yawn as his footsteps grew closer.

“Come cuddle with me.” You gave him your best puppy eyes and reached your hands out for his. “You need to take a break. I don’t need anything right now expect for you.”

Christian didn’t put up a fight, letting you take his hands in yours and pull him down onto the couch next to you. Once comfortable, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you instinctively laid your head over on his shoulder. You both let out a sigh of contentment. It was only a matter of minutes before the both of you were fast asleep.

You wished you could have continued to lay there but you woke up desperately needing to use the bathroom, with your doting boyfriend still passed out on the couch next to you, you attempted to slip out and go relieve your bladder by yourself. The second you moved just the slightest to get up, Christian felt it. “Where do you think you’re going? Whatever you need I’ll get it.” He insisted like you knew you would if he woke up.

“I appreciate that but you can’t help me with what I need at the moment.” You giggled at his half awake state and insistence. “I’m in dire need to pee, if you must know.” You filled him in, giggling as you nudged him gently with your elbow.

Christian laughed, “Maybe not but I can at least help you to the bathroom.” He offered once again.

“Nope. You rest. I can make it with the crutches.” You stood hobbling on your good leg until you could grab the crutches and head out the living room and down the hall. Once done you returned to the living, Christian has passed back out asleep. You opted to sit in your comfy recliner and propped your leg up, you weren’t really sleepy anymore so you flipped through your phone, checking your social media before playing a couple different games, then pulling up the new show you’ve been binge watching for the past couple weeks. Christian still out like a light.

A couple hours passed, and you were getting hungry. You were sure what exactly you wanted because everything was starting to sound good. Hamburgers, pizza, salad, chicken nuggets, French fries, grilled cheese, tacos, pasta, all of it sounded delicious. You were too busy thinking about food to notice Christian had woken up until he commented on your growling stomach, causing you to jump in surprise. “You have that look like you can’t decide what you want.” He knew you all too well and you nodded your head.

“I think I want a grilled cheese. Oh! Or maybe some chicken tacos! Yeah, chicken tacos sound so good and some cheese dip.” Your mouth was watering just at the thought.

“As you wish!” Christian exclaimed, dramatically with a grin. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reference to one of your favorite movies. He grabbed his phone and called in your order and adding his as well. Noticing the time, Christian exited the living room only to return shortly with a bottle of water and your medicine. “Here. Time to take your medicine, and we should probably change your bandage out.” He tells you, handing you the water and medicine before digging out the clean roll of bandages. You take the medicine as instructed, admiring how insistent Christian is to take care of you.

“You know, I need to be doing all this so I have a routine for when you go back to work. I don’t want to forget something important.” As much as you appreciated your boyfriend taking care of you, you knew he would have to leave for work in roughly three days.

Christian stopped you before you had the chance to add anything else. “Baby, I’m not leaving you until you’re one hundred percent, and don’t try to change my mind. I already talked to Tony Kahn about it when you were still in the hospital and he said to take all the time I needed, so you’re not getting rid of me so fast.” He placed a kiss to the top of your head then moved to change your bandage.

You had known the entire time you had been dating Christian that he cared about you and loved you, but it wasn’t until this car accident that left you struggling to get around and feeling like a burden that you realized just how much he truly loved and cared about you, never letting you lift a finger (unless he was asleep and you managed to sneak off), or always asking you if you needed anything, or if you wanted to talk about what happened or just anything really. He wanted you to know he meant every word and to show you how much you meant to him. You were already thinking of ways to repay him and show him just how loved and appreciated he was, and each one of those ideas ended with the two of you in the bedroom.

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