Though you’ve known of each other for a few years through other promotions and circuits, you’ve never actually gotten the chance to speak to each other properly until you both found your way to WWE. Ever since your very recent main roster callup, you’ve had more and more of a reason to speak to him in passing, and you two had clicked and grown acquainted rather quickly, much to both your respective surprises.

But as days, weeks, and months have gone by as you two have spoken to and gotten to know each other more, the tension in the air when you two are around each other has been palpable. The chemistry is undeniable, and you personally don’t think you can hide the fact that there’s definitely something brewing between you both, even if neither of you have made that leap for anything more than friendship quite yet.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Gunther drags you out of your own thoughts, and you quickly shake your head and wave a dismissive hand at the very notion. In truth, you were just about to take a shower, but since he’s turned up with intent of clearly catching you privately, you’re willing to grant him the time of day.

“No, no! Not at all,” you reassure, lingering in the doorway, “Uh…is everything okay? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by is all-”

You pull yourself away from your doorway and make the decision to stand to one side, allowing him the space to step in if he wishes to. When he notices you’re silently giving him permission, Gunther steps in and nudges the door shut behind him before he turns to face you.

“Everything is fine. I wanted to speak with you about something, that’s all.” he looks you in the eye, “About us, actually. I think you already have some kind of idea on what that means, no?”

Gunther shoots you an expectant look, and you shift under his gaze. You feel a flush begin creeping its way up your neck at the implication. You’re almost certain you know exactly what he’s hinting at, but you’re reluctant to jump the gun in case you have it all wrong. Instead, you feign innocence, crossing your arms and softly shaking your head.

“No, I…I have no idea what you mean, actually-”

“Oh, I think you do. And it’s been building up for months now, hasn’t it? All that tension, the pent-up energy.” he interrupts you, chuckling softly before leaning in closer to you, “I think it’s about time we did something about it, don’t you?”

You swallow thickly at his words, your eyes meeting his while he stands before you. He doesn’t move another inch, studying you to gauge whether you’ll take the initiative and make the first move.

When you show no signs of retreating, Gunther takes it upon himself to make the move, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Passion begins to bleed through in the kiss, your mouths crashing together in a fusion of lust and unspoken desire which now ultimately comes to a head.

“Think it goes without saying,” you pull back from the kiss for a moment, breathless, “I agree, it’s about damn time-”

Gunther responds with another searing kiss, backing you into the surface of your dressing room door with a soft thud. You grope at each other’s bodies in what borders on desperation, your fingers tugging up the hem of his shirt while he toys with your gear as he determines exactly how to get you out of it.

Withdrawing for only a moment to tug his shirt over his head, Gunther delves back in once you’ve roughly unlaced the top half of your gear and slipped right out of it to save him the grief of figuring it out, as well as speeding things along a bit.

“Eager, are we?”

Gunther taunts you with a smirk, and you mirror his expression while playfully rolling your eyes at him. With newfound confidence, you hook your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him towards you, and you don’t miss the fleeting flicker of surprise replacing his smirk for a split second.

“Oh, very,” you concur, slipping a hand between you both to palm his hardening cock through his jeans, “That’s not a problem, is it?”

You lower your voice to a purr, a triumphant grin on your face when you earn a soft grunt from him over the gesture. Gunther shakes his head and pulls his lower lip between his teeth, letting his eyes flutter shut at the contact as your movements grow firmer.

“Didn’t think so.”

You take that as your answer, but you leave him hanging after a moment while you slip away from your place between him and your dressing room door to pace your way over to the couch in the corner of the dressing room instead.

Gunther’s eyes snap open when you put everything on pause and leave him standing there, and he whirls around to face you. He’s about to call you a tease, but he stops himself when he sees you perched on the arm of the couch, unlacing your boots as fast as your deft fingers will allow you to. You manage to loosen one boot up enough to forcefully pull it off, and before you can take on the task of removing the other yourself, you gain a pair of eager, helping hands.

“Here,” Gunther kneels down before you and aids you in unlacing your boot, “I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you.”

Hungry eyes flick upwards to meet yours, and what feels like within mere seconds, he’s loosened it off enough to pull it down and haphazardly toss it to one side. He nudges you onto the seat of the couch, hands resting on the back of the couch to box you in while he dives back in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You groan softly into the kiss, sinking back into the couch cushions while you part your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist to draw him in closer. Gunther takes the hint, shuffling closer and sinking his knees into the edge of the couch as he brings himself closer to you, and he grinds into you, the layers of clothing being the only thing separating you both from what you truly desire.

“Fuck, just do it already,” you breathe out, untangling your legs from around his waist to shift your hips upward, “Put us both out of our misery.”

You fight to tug your shorts and underwear down, flicking them off to one side when they reach your ankles to leave yourself bare, exposing your slick folds to him in an offer he most definitely won’t be refusing.

Gunther stands back up to his full height while he fumbles with his belt, yanking the leather through his belt loops before he unfastens his jeans and lets them drop down to his ankles with a clunk. His boxers follow suit a few seconds later, slipping down his thighs and freeing his cock, now standing at full attention.

Not wasting another second, Gunther closes the distance between you both, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, intentionally catching your clit once or twice in the process while you bend your legs and raise your thighs up to meet your shoulders.

You gasp, quickly being muffled by him slamming his lips against yours when he slowly slips his way inside you with a low groan. He barely gives you time to adjust to the size of him before he snaps his hips forward, burying himself hilt-deep inside you and eliciting a soft moan out of you.

“What, like that?”

Gunther chuckles lowly, already knowing the answer. You’re boxed in beneath him, practically folded in half as he sets a punishing rhythm, your nails sinking into his shoulders and your pleas for more from him only aiding in spurring him on further.

He angles his hips slightly, and it’s just enough to repeatedly hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars and has your toes curling. You involuntarily clench around him, your walls fluttering around his girth as your moans increase in pitch and frequency as a result of the now brutal pace he’s set.

“Just like that, holy shit-”

You whine, and Gunther leans forward to steal your lips in a bruising kiss, greedily swallowing every moan and whimper of yours that follows. His tongue invades your mouth, dancing dominantly with yours as he continues to slam into you without abandon.

Gunther grunts with exertion, feeling himself beginning to gradually lose control. His thrusts become erratic, his movement jerky as he chases his high. When you purposefully clench around him this time, you draw a moan out of him that makes your stomach flip.

“You look so beautiful like this…under me,” he pants, his forehead pressed against yours, “Taking me so well, you feel incredible…better than I could’ve imagined, shit…”

The praise earns a whimper from you, and your eyes roll back in ecstasy when you slip a hand between you both to rub small, swift circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to send yourself over the edge.

Gunther increases his speed, his hips now relentlessly snapping forward as he chases release. With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and spills himself deep within you without so much as a pre-warning, his moans of ecstasy muffled when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you cry out, your ministrations increasing, “So close, fuck-”

You cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your walls fluttering and convulsing around his cock, squeezing him deliciously as you finally hit your peak. Your legs quiver and you screw your eyes shut while you ride out your orgasm, your jaw hanging slack as pleasure completely overwhelms you.

Gunther collapses atop you, careful not to rest too heavily against you. His chest heaves, and he remains still inside you while he peppers your jawline with kisses before his lips find yours once more.

“That…that was…” he pauses if only to find the best words to describe your encounter before he settles on, “Like nothing else I’ve ever felt.”

You chuckle breathlessly with a nod, quietly groaning at the feeling of being empty when he finally pulls out of you. Eventually, he rolls off to the side, sitting beside you on the sofa to separate you both and allow you the space to stretch your still-quivering legs out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)He caught you masturbating by pure accident one time. You didn’t notice, you were too lost in the throes of pleasure, and he knows that he should’ve given you some privacy, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He studied every little expression you made, every sound that spilled from your lips as you worked yourself right to the edge, and it didn’t take him long at all to be raring to go. He’s started to make a habit of watching you get yourself off whenever the opportunity arises now.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He takes it seriously, definitely doesn’t lean towards the goofy side of things during the act. He’s fully focused on you and making sure you’re getting the most out of it just as much as he is, can be rather passionate about it, but he’ll also go down the route of putting you in your place, so to speak, if that’s where the mood leads him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)Dirty talk. He is the *master* of it, and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’s like it’s second nature to him, and he knows exactly what to say practically every single time to get you squirming with need. Of course, being on the receiving end of it wouldn’t go amiss either, but getting to see you fall apart from the filth he spouts alone is enough for him too.

It’s just that you’ve always envisioned sharing this moment with Ilja, getting called up from NXT to the main roster on the same night as him. And admittedly, it does sting, you staying exactly where you are while he’s going up to Raw, and when you both get a moment alone together back at his hotel room once the dust settles after everything, it doesn’t take him long to see right through you.

“...Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you all night,” Ilja stops himself mid-sentence, his faltering smile being replaced with a look of concern, “What’s wrong? I can tell something isn’t right.”

You’re about to give him a dismissive shake of the head in response at first, but you know it’s no use, nor will he be willing to accept that. The knot of anxiety that had been twisting in your stomach earlier in the night has returned with a vengeance, and you opt to tug at your jacket in a feeble attempt to steady your trembling hands while you take a deep breath.

“I’m fine, really. It’s…” you trail off, finding the right words, “I know how selfish this might sound, because this is your moment. But I guess I was hoping I’d be called up tonight, too. With you. And when I didn’t hear my name being called out, it felt so dejecting.”

The words spill from you like a floodgate has opened, but you’re still far from done yet. The frustration begins to gnaw at you, your chest tightening while unshed tears prick at your eyes, threatening to fall if so much as one more drop wells up in them.

“I’m not taking anything away from anyone else, because I know how hard everyone has worked, but when will it be my turn?” you choke out, finally looking him in the eyes, “And what’s getting to me the most is the thought of something changing between us now we probably won’t see each other as much. I honestly don’t know if I could take that. I don’t want us to drift at all.”

“(Y/N)...you know I won’t let that happen.”

Ilja frowns, taking a step closer to you. Seeing you so upset and frustrated about this tugs at his heartstrings, and while he knows he can’t completely fix the situation, he’ll walk through brick walls just to see you crack a smile again at the very least.

Shaking your head, you finally allow your tears to fall, the irritation getting the better of you as you break down in front of him. You don’t mean to, but you snap at him, and it’s as though your mouth is working too quickly for your brain to even comprehend.

“But what if it happens anyway, whether we want it to or not? I don’t think I could take that, because I love you, Ilja! I have for years, and I can’t pretend that I don’t for much longer. It’s killing me.”

The confession angrily spills from your lips before you can even stop yourself, and once you realise exactly what you’ve blurted out to Ilja, you stare at him with wide eyes while your heart hammers in your chest.

Silence hangs between you both like a fragile thread, leaving far too much room for doubts to creep in, and you fear you might have just ruined everything between you both. Ilja looks dumbfounded while he processes the new information, almost as though he can’t believe his ears. As if he can’t believe that you truly feel the same way as he does.

“...You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” Ilja’s gaze softens as reality eventually hits him like a freight train, “I’ve been hoping you’d say that.”

Ilja reaches out and tenderly caresses your face, his eyes boring into yours while your brain is playing catch up. You’ve been so afraid of taking the gamble for all these years out of fear of rejection and spoiling what you both have, yet here you are, both going all in with the highest payout either of you could have hoped for. 

You sniffle, still trembling from the onslaught of emotions you’ve gone through while you’re looking right back at him as you lean into his touch, relief washing over you when he doesn’t reject you. Then, after much contemplation, he leans down in a bold move and captures your lips with his own. The kiss is initially soft, a delicate exploration of new territory, but it quickly deepens when the passion between you ignites as you melt into each other.

“What have we been doing?” you ask him, breathless and smiling when you momentarily break the kiss, “All this time we’ve wasted-”

“Then why don’t we make up for it?”

Ilja rests his forehead against yours, his breathing staggered while he awaits your reaction. Your heart flutters in your chest at that, and rather than giving him a verbal response, your lips meet his again for another kiss with as equal fervour as the first one. Midway through the kiss, Ilja breaks away from you, but he leaves little room for any questions or confusion when he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bed instead, earning a soft gasp from you.

He approaches the bed with you in his arms, and he sets you down, giving you a moments’ breather before he joins you on the bed, hovering over you. Ilja leans forward and plants a soft kiss to your lips, one hand drifting to cup your cheek while the other ghosts along your side, slipping under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. Shivers dance along your spine while his fingertips graze your skin, and you respond in kind by wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him in closer, deepening the kiss between you both.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

The words come easier to Ilja now, his voice breathy and raw with emotion while he gazes into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. He notices the way your breath catches at that, the way he sees the sincerity in your own eyes as you look right back at him, the way your smile grows.

“I love you, too, Ilja,” you say it back to him, just as easily, “I want you to make love to me.”

“I wouldn’t do this any other way.”

Ilja says before he presses his lips to yours again, mutual love and devotion now bleeding into the kiss. His hand moves to the hem of your shirt, and he gently lifts it up, starting his quest of beginning to reveal every inch of you to him. You sit up to aid him, allowing him to tug the garment over your head to leave you half naked before you lay back down, your back flat against the sheets once more. You gasp softly when he begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, to your collarbones, down your chest, until he reaches the waistband of your pants.

You shift underneath Ilja as he kisses his way down your body, your legs subconsciously parting for him to make way for himself to rest between them. His hands roam along your body, gradually drifting down to your pants, and you angle your hips up without him even having to ask or tell you to do so. Ilja chuckles at this, unzipping your pants before he tugs them down your thighs, then down your legs completely before he discards them, leaving you laying on the bed in nothing but your panties.

“You are breathtaking,” he smiles at you, his eyes full of affection, “Absolutely beautiful.”

You blush at the compliment, resisting the urge to bury your face in the covers to hide how much you’re beaming from ear to ear. But when Ilja tears himself away from marvelling at the sight of you before him, he seemingly realises how overdressed he actually is, and him beginning to undress himself is what prevents you from averting your eyes.

Ilja has your full, undivided attention when he begins with his jacket, shrugging it off with ease and unceremoniously letting it drop to the floor before he’s loosening his tie and tossing it across the room. Then, almost as though he’s wanting you to savour the moment, he slowly starts to unbutton his shirt, exposing his bare torso to you bit by bit while you lay back and enjoy the show.

Your eyes rake over him as he undresses, your mind running rampant as you imagine every possible avenue tonight could go down. When he throws his shirt to one side and kicks his shoes off before he begins unzipping his pants, you feel your pussy throb in a mix of sheer need and anticipation rolled into one when it hits you yet again that this is really happening.

“And to think, you didn’t even give me the chance to tell you how overdressed you were.”

You muse, earning a chuckle from Ilja. His eyes remain glued to yours, but when his pants slip down his thighs, then his legs entirely, your gaze is somewhere else. You whet your lips when you catch sight of the outline of his hardening cock in his boxers, and Ilja smirks triumphantly when he takes note of you staring.

“We’re making up for lost time, are we not?”

He quips, stepping out of the pants pooling at his ankles in favour of rejoining you on the bed instead in his rightful position between your legs. There, his hand drifts home, slipping beneath your panties, finding you slick and wet already.

He gingerly rubs your clit to drag a soft groan out of you, increasing the pressure as he revels in every sweet sound that proceeds to fall from your lips as if they’re literal music to his ears. His fingers glide through your folds, gathering up your slick with ease before he slips two fingers inside you and curls them oh so deliciously, and you already subtly buck your hips, needing more from him.

“Ilja, I want more,” you groan softly, pleading with him, “I need more.”

And he certainly isn’t prepared to deprive you of that. Ilja slides his fingers out of you and out of your panties, now honing in on the waistband of the remaining offending garment before he slowly tugs them down to bare every last inch of you to him.

He feels his cock twitch, seeing you spread your legs for him once you kick your panties off to the side, and he can’t hold back for much longer, the overwhelming urge to please you to your heart’s content now consuming him. Ilja drags his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before he positions himself between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” Ilja asks, his cock in his hand as he brushes it against your folds, “I’m definitely ready for you.”

“I’m more than ready.”

Your eyes are filled with desire, breath hitching as you give him an affirming nod. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he slowly pushes himself inside you, feeling your tight walls enveloping him. His pace is slow at first, each thrust of his deliberate, savouring the feeling of your bodies coming together as one.

Your moans fill the room, quickly muffled by his Ilja’s lips against yours as he sets out to swallow each one. You arch into his touch, and he grips your thighs as he deepens the kiss, clinging to you as the soft slap of skin against skin gradually intensifies.

“Is this good for you?” Ilja asks, his breathing now slightly laboured, “I want to make you feel as incredible as you make me feel-”

“It’s more than good for me, god…please, don’t stop!”

He grunts and groans at that, bucking his hips slightly harder, determined to get you to where you want to be. You let out a moan when he grazes the right spot inside you, and it only grows louder when he catches it over and over again with impeccable precision.

Your arms snake around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer, and he seizes the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while a hand releases its grip on your thigh to slip between you both, rubbing slow circles over your clit.

“If you keep doing that, I might explode-”

You precaution him, despite that being the precise desired end goal you both have in mind. Knowing you’re right on the precipice, each drive of Ilja’s hips becomes more purposeful, and your nails sink into his shoulders as the need for your release grows and grows.

“Then let go for me, love,” Ilja tells you, peppering your neck with kisses, “Let me feel you cum around me.”

With that, Ilja feels you tense under him, your walls clamping around his cock as you cum with a whine of his name, clinging onto him like your life depends on it. All you see is hot white as you arch your back in utter bliss, going limp under him shortly after while you soak in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seeing you fall apart under him is enough to drive Ilja himself over the edge, his own climax surging through him. He groans your name, burying himself to the hilt before he’s spilling himself inside you. He collapses forward onto you, being mindful of not resting too heavily on you. Your hearts pound in unison as you both lay there, completely spent, your bodies entwined.

Ilja rolls off to the side and allows himself a moment to bask in the afterglow while he also attempts to catch his breath. Your chest heaves, your face flushed as you lay there with a satisfied smile on your face, and it only grows wider when he curls an arm around you and pulls you closer to him, encouraging you to nestle into his side.

“Now, when I tell you that I love you, and that things are never going to change between us,” Ilja hums, carding his fingers through your hair before he presses a tender kiss to your temple, “Do you believe me?”