You didn’t go out to clubs or bars often. It wasn’t really your thing. You were perfectly fine with staying inside, hanging out on the couch—having a ménage-a-trios with sugary junk food and your favorite television shows. But, it was WrestleMania weekend. You were in town with your boyfriend, Dean Ambrose, for the biggest show of the year. And, of course, it was New Orleans. The reputation of the city preceded itself. You were secretly looking forward to going out and living life on the town.
The dance floor was packed with grinding bodies and the bar loaded with thirsty patrons. You watched with interest as the night unraveled before your very eyes. Your boyfriend was in the process of swallowing down shot after shot of Tequila, while his friends were combating the attention of pretty girls in tight clothes. You stood awkwardly as Dean began to chat with a guy you met earlier, Antonio Cesaro. Since the start of the night, you hadn’t left Dean’s side except to dance to a few songs, but now your stiletto heels were starting to get the best of you and you felt you needed a quick hair and make-up check. That is what you told Dean after tapping his shoulder and stepping away from him. Pain shooting through your ankles and calves slowed down your walk. On your way to the bathroom, however, you felt a hand swiftly go underneath your dress and grab your ass.
You turned around, expecting that Dean had caught up and was trailing behind you. Your eyes widened, finding that it wasn’t your loveable jerk but it was some other jerk you didn’t even know.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” In less than ten seconds, you were turned 180 degrees hotter than before. The jerk smirked, opening his arms out as if he were inviting you to make a move.
“Oh, come on baby, don’t play hard to get…” he said, his voice not only lustful but arrogant.
Your jaw clicked, furious. “I’m not playing. You need to back off and keep your hands to yourself!”
“What the fuck is this?” A voice from behind you caused a pause in the scene. Your heart beat slightly faster, recognizing Dean’s voice. He pulled you aside and got in the guy’s face. “You put your hands on my girl?”
The jerk’s expression changed from arrogant to scared, like he was a second away from shitting his pants. He stepped back so Dean wasn’t in his personal space. Dean got right back in it, his face reddened from anger. He shoved the violator into the bar counter. “You wanna touch someone? Touch me, you son of a bitch.”
You were scared. You couldn’t let Dean get into a fight, not forty-eight hours before WrestleMania. It would likely bring negative press on the company and on Dean himself. He didn’t look like he cared one way or another, but it was your job to care. You pulled at Dean’s arms, thankful to have assistance from Antonio. He yanked at the arm his friend held but turned around to face you, turning his irritation in your direction.
“What?! Stop pulling at me, that jackass touched you!” he yelled.
“Dean, stop,” you urged, having to yell over the music. “Forget it, let’s just leave.”
“Fuck no, not until I handle this guy!”
Starting to get irritated, you yelled, “I can handle myself!”
“Yeah, it shows,” he said sarcastically.
“Excuse me? No, this isn’t going to happen. I’m ready to go. Now, Dean.”
He groaned in annoyance but allowed you to pull him toward the exit. He was tense the entire ride back to the hotel; you could tell he was in a foul mood. Was he mad at you? Likely. Did you care? Somewhat. But, you had gotten what you wanted—Dean was safe and out of trouble.
Knowing this didn’t make you prepared for the argument to come in the hotel room.
“Y/N, what were you thinking?” Dean asked. You were bent over, taking off your heels as the question came. Your head turned to the side, eyes on him.
“I was thinking that I didn’t want you getting into a fight. I was thinking about not getting thrown out, not getting in trouble at your job, thinking about avoiding lawsuits,” you answered plainly.
He gave you a look, not appreciating the tone in which you addressed his question. “Why the fuck did you pull me away from that asshole? It made me look weak.”
You huffed, throwing your shoes down. “You don’t fight people to show strength! It takes more strength to walk away and be the better man.”
“Oh, so you’re the expert on what makes a man a man? You have no idea, Y/N, so don’t try to talk down to me like I’m an idiot. This…” Dean punched his palm so hard it made you jump. “…would’ve made me feel like the better man. Putting that son of a bitch in his place would’ve made me feel like the better man!”
You stared at him in disbelief, not understanding his anger. “I’m not talking to you like an idiot, but apparently, it’s okay for you to do so. Just… get over it. I’m done talking about the club.”
You had started to walk toward the bathroom when Dean blocked the way. Hands on your hips, you glared at him. “Get out of my way,” you demanded.
“What? You don’t think I handled it in a manly way?” Dean asked, his tone mocking. You were about to say something, until he grabbed your arms and yanked you down onto the bed. “I’ll handle you in a manly way.”
You spoke through gritted teeth. “Like hell you well.”
A smirk crossed his face. You knew better than to test him, but he was about to remind you why.
His hands wrestled at your dress, breaking the zipper in the process of trying to get it off. It fell to the floor, a crumpled mess. His jeans and shirt soon joined the puddle on the floor, along with his boxers and your panties. He jerked himself a couple of times before sliding into your wet heat, grunting out how tight you were. He didn’t stop to wait for your walls to adjust, but you couldn’t begin to care. The mixture of pain and pleasure spiraling through your body felt indescribable. All you could do was grind your hips beneath his and bite through the intensity.
“You like it, baby?” Dean asked lustfully. Not waiting on a response, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it to the side, taking your neck into his teeth and lapping at it with his tongue. “Mmm, yeah, you fuckin’ like it. You’re so wet for me…” he moaned out.
You cried out from the pleasure, unable to keep control of it anymore. Your thighs shook as he pumped in between them; your nails leaving long red marks like cat slashes down the length of his back. “Dean! Ooh god! J-just like that, baby!”
Dean scraped his bottom teeth against your neck, pulling your hair harder as his hips moved furiously now, rough and fast. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you!”
“Dean!! Don’t stop!!” You screamed, desperate. Your body tightened in anticipation of that sweet release. And when you did, you popped like a cork out of champagne bottle—your hips shot off the bed, bucking hard into his. His grunts were getting deeper and more rhythmic against your neck; his thrusts becoming jagged and unfocused.
“God damn. So fucking tight, so wet,” he moaned, tonging your neck. He hiked your leg up higher and dug his nails into your thigh, giving you a few more thrusts until he emptied himself inside of you. Dean pulled out of you, tracing the bite mark he left on your skin. He rolled onto his back, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
“You’re mine, Y/N…. Next time, you better let me prove that,” he said breathlessly. You had no argument about that this time, and if so, your boyfriend wouldn’t have any trouble proving it to you.
"No man! She’s going out with me!" Shield member, Seth Rollins, said as the Shield members fought among themselves. They were arguing about the one and only, beautiful, Nikki Bella. There was so much about her that they loved about her. The members started to fight and argue, pushing one another into each other.
"Alright, there is only one way to solve this, we break up and make Nikki choose." Dean finally said calming down the other members of The Shield.
"I guess it seems right to let her pick." Roman finally spoke. The three men looked over just to see Nikki Bella walking to them.
"Hey Nikki." They greeted.
"Hey, so listen, I know you all want to date me. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t?" Nikki said as she displayed her body. "So I want you to know that I have already made up my mind of who I want to be with." The Shield members looked at each other then at her, wanting to know who she was going to pick. "Dean." She said reaching for his hand. Dean smirked at the guys and then walked to Nikki.
The two then started to kiss, making things awkward for Seth and Roman. The kiss got heated and Seth and Roman started to feel awkward around them. It was getting more and more awkward with them. The two didn’t know why, but they just couldn’t stop watching as Dean and Nikki started to undress and have sex in front of them.
Nikki’s moans were loud, and damn sexy. Dean was loving it, he was getting turned on more and more every time she moaned louder. It was that attractive. As the guys watched, Nikki looked at Seth and Roman and smirked as she loudly started to moan Dean’s name and cum. Dean followed after, cumming in the process. The two looked at Seth and Roman and smirked.
"Sorry boys, she’s my girl." Dean said.
I couldn’t help but love him. How could I not? Dean Ambrose was hot. He had that cute, hot, and crazy look about him. Not to mention, his body was hot. I couldn’t help but love him. It doesn’t help that I’ve met him a couple of times, just as a fan not as a friend. Every time he had a signing in my city, I was there. He remembered me a few times, but I don’t think it was enough to leave a lasting impression.
You rolled your eyes as your stalkers made their way to the ring again, surrounding it. You sighed and your match against the diva’s champion Paige started. You felt the three men watching you, annoyed by it. They’ve been doing this for the past 5 months, when you asked them why they didn’t answer. You’ve been asking around but no one seemed to know.
When the match was over you realized you were the new diva’s champion. You won, you knew that, but the realization only got to you a little later. You started to tear up a little, holding your championship close against your chest. You jumped around the ring with your title, the fans cheering for you.
You got out the ring and felt the Shield looking at you. You looked back at them, staring them in the eyes. Trying to figure out what it was that they wanted. You started walking again, going backstage as you felt their eyes on your back.
Everyone congratulated you backstage, making you smile. You were proud of how far you’ve come. You talked with them for a bit before going into your locker room for some rest, calling your mom. You smiled, she said she watched you win. “My god Cylus! You did amazing!” She had yelled. You thanked her and your little brothers before hanging up and sitting on your bench, realizing how big you were now.
Then you heard your door open, you frowned and then saw the Shield walking in. You raised an eyebrow at them. “Can I help you?” You asked. Roman closed the door behind them and the three of them stood there next to each other, smirking. “I definitely think you can.” Dean smirked. “Erm… with what exactly?” You asked, getting a little confused by them. Seth walked up to you, stroking your cheek. “We want to congratulate you… in our own way.” He smirked.
Your eyes widened. “Erm guys.. I- I don’t think I can-” “Oh shut up.” Dean cut you off. “You know you want this… us.” Roman said. You stood up and wanted to walk away, but you felt Seth’s arms around you. You looked at his hands that held you tight, you felt his beard tickle against your neck, then felt a kiss. “You’re not going anywhere.” He whispered and lifted up your top.
Roman and Dean watched Seth take off your top. You struggled a little. “Shh shh.. don’t move…” He whispered and kissed your neck, sucking. You gave into it and wrapped a hand in his hair, moaning lightly. You felt him smirk against your neck.
Roman and Dean stepped closer, Dean took of your bra as he started playing with your breasts. You moaned, your other hand reaching for his hair. When Roman came closer you pushed Seth and Dean away a little. “Hmm… wait… lock the door.” You blushed. Roman smirked and went to lock the door as the other men kept kissing and playing with you.
Seth’s hands were wandering down now, groping your ass. You moaned and looked to your right as you saw Roman undress himself, till he was in only his boxers. You reached out for his arm and pulled him closer, groping his package. You felt how big he was and your eyes widened a little. “Shit…” you moaned. You felt him getting harder in your hand and you smirked.
Dean pulled you away from the other men, pulling you down to the ground with him, you on top. His hands found their way into your shorts and played with your ass. He then pulled down your shorts and panties, leaving you naked. You blushed a little but kissed him, passionately.
When you pulled back from the kiss and looked up you saw Seth and Roman naked, both hard and ready. Roman pulled you off Dean and sat on the bench, pulling you on his lap. He pressed his tip against your entrance and then lowered you onto him, holding your hips.
You moaned as he filled you up, good. You felt him go deeper and deeper, you never even knew it was possible to be filled up this good. You moaned out his name and dug your nails into his back. “Shit, Cylus…” he moaned as he thrust up in you. You composed yourself and started bouncing on him, hard and fast. Wanting him deep inside of you. “Oh fuck, Roman!” You moaned. “Shit baby I’m gonna-” He moaned and felt him cum inside of you, making you scream out in pleasure and cum as well.
You just hung on his body, panting when you felt someone pull you off. It was Dean, who pushed you against the wall. You were still dripping with Roman’s cum when Dean slammed inside of you. You screamed. “FUCK DEAN!” You were barely finished with your first orgasm when he started pounding you. Your walls stretching and burning, but it felt so good. He pulled your hair, making your head fall back a bit as he kissed you while fucking you.
You moaned out in pleasure, your body trembling from the feeling. Now you knew why they had been stalking you. He slammed into you a couple of times, your body moving with his thrusts, before he came inside of you. “Fuck Cylus!” He moaned and stepped back, letting his body fall onto the bench.
Your body was done, you felt like you couldn’t handle any more and when Dean let go of you you fell to the ground. Luckily for you (or not, your body was spent) there was another man. Seth Rollins. He caught you and gently laid you down on the floor, crawling on top of you. You saw how hard and leaking he was. You smirked and pulled him close, kissing him. He kissed back and then slid into you, letting out a moan.
“Last but not least…” he smirked and started fucking you. You moaned as he slid in and chuckled at his comment. He started of slow, not rough like the others. He clearly didn’t want to waste what he’s got for you. You held him tight, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked you.
You felt his fingers rub your clit, which drove you absolutely nuts. You couldn’t think straight anymore. You just panted, moaned and screamed out his name. “Seth!” You came, shaking beneath him. You heard him laugh quietly as he fucked you through your orgasm, ready for his own. You felt him thrust two, three more times, hard and deep and then felt him fill you up good.
You struggled to keep your eyes open. Seth, panting, pulled out and got back to his feet. You saw them getting dressed again, smirking at each other. They walked up to the door. Dean unlocked it and looked back at you. “We’ll see you at the hotel tonight. Room 116. Better not let us wait.” He said and with that they left you. ‘Tonight?’ You thought. ‘I barely even survived this!’
You just finished working out with your friend Bailey. She came to the NXT one month after you and you immediately became friends. It was nice to have a friend that shared the same passion: wrestling. Ever since you were a little kid you were determined to make it into the WWE and at this point things were looking good for you.
You and Bailey walked around backstage in the arena, looking for your locker room, finding it rather quickly. Since you and her were such good friends you always were together, same training schedule, same diet, same locker room, everything. You changed quickly and sat there, exhausted but worth it. “Hay, you heard about the Shield coming to this arena today?” Bailey asked. “Really?” You smiled, you liked the Shield. “That should be interesting.” “Stop drooling…” Bailey laughed. “I was not drooling!” You chuckled. “Whatever.. ” Bailey laughed and walked out with you, going to catering.
Once you got there you saw the Shield were there, you smiled at them but smiled at one in particular: Dean Ambrose. There was just something about him that you couldn’t not look at. Before your smiling turned into some awkward staring Bailey pulled you away. “No drooling, hmm?” She laughed and sat down with the other divas, talking about the matches that were up for tonight.
You instead took your chance and walked up to the three much taller men, smiling. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said, introducing yourself. They all shook your hand and told you their names, saying it was nice to meet you. Dean however held your hand a little longer. “I’ve seen some of your matches, goldilocks.. they were great.” He said. You just stared at him, not sure whether to thank him for the compliment or beat the shit out of him for calling you goldilocks.
You clenched your jaw, glaring at him. “Don’t. Call. Me. Goldilocks…” You said, which made him laugh. As Roman and Seth wandered around, Dean stuck with you. You were walking around with him, talking about wrestling a bit before he did it again. “Why can’t I call you goldilocks though?” He asked with a pout. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Just don’t, Ambrose. I told you not to, and you shouldn’t, okay?” You answered. “But goldi-” “No!” You said and walked off. ‘My god he’s annoying!’ you thought as you walked into your locker room, slamming the door shut.
“What’s up?” Bailey asked. “That freaking idiot keeps calling me goldilocks!” You yelled. Bailey, who knew no one should call you that, frowned and asked. “Who does?” “Ambrose!” You hit the wall, frustrated. “So no more drooling over him?” Bailey asked. You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Well he’s still cute…” you both chuckled. “Come, let’s go out.” Bailey said as she took you with her, ready to party.
~~ 3 weeks later ~~
You just got the news that Vince McMahon wanted to have a talk with you. You didn’t know why, you didn’t hear anything else, just that. You were a little bit confused, not sure if this was a good or a bad thing. You checked yourself in the mirror one more time, not wanting to look like shit in front of the big boss, and walked towards his office, knocking. “Come in!” You heard from the other side and you opened the door, walked in and closed it. “Mr. McMahon?” You asked, nervously.
“Ah, Y/N.” He said as he stood up to shake your hand. “Vincent McMahon.” He said and nodded at you. You felt a bit better. “Y/N.” You smiled. Vince let go of your hand and nodded at you. “Please have a seat.” He said as he sat back down himself. You sat down, wondering why you were here. “So, Y/N, you must be wondering why I called you in here, right?” He asked. You nodded. “Well,” he started, “it was someone’s request.. Erm… Ambrose’s request.” He said. “Ambrose?” You said, raising an eyebrow, slightly annoyed. “Yes, Ambrose. He wants you to be his manager. I’ve been thinking of a way to get you up to the main roster here in WWE, and I didn’t know how to, until Ambrose came with the idea. So, if you agree with that?” He asked, having the papers ready to be signed. You really didn’t think it was a good idea to put you with Ambrose, but you did want to get higher up in the WWE. You smiled and nodded. “I’d love to.” You took the pen and signed the papers. “Good! Very good! I’ll let Ambrose know and set up an appointment for next week to discuss all of this.” He smiled and shook your hand again. “Thank you, and thanks for the opportunity sir.” You smiled.
When you got back to the hotel room you shared with Bailey you smiled at her. “I got a contract, I have to be Ambrose’s manager first for a while though…” you said, not knowing if you should be happy or annoyed by the fact that it was Ambrose. Bailey’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Y/N! That’s amazing!” She yelled, getting up and hugging you tight, almost flattening you. You smiled and hugged her back.
The rest of that evening you talked about wrestling and wrestling only, what the future will hold for both of you, how far you’ll get with your careers. All this wrestling talking made you much more excited to work for the big company now.
~~ 1 week later ~~
You knocked on the door of Ambrose’s locker room and he opened almost immediately. “Goldilocks! Where’s your gold locks?” He pouted. “Brunette now, so you can stop calling me goldilocks, thank you very much.” You smirked. Dean just pouted, not knowing what to do or say, you laughed. “So erm… what’s the plan?” You asked.
Dean sat down and pulled you down as well, your eyes widened a little at his action, but you looked at him, waiting for an answer. “Well… first let me tell you why I chose you to be my manager…” He said. “Yes, please..” you said, waiting for the answer. “Well.. I um.. I kinda like you.. Y/N.” He said. You were shocked, you just sat there, not moving, unable to think of anything to say. Dean smiled weakly, seeing the surprise on your face. He leaned in closer and kissed you, moving his hand to hold to back of your head.
It took you a moment, but you kissed him back, unable to help yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Dean pulled you onto his lap as you kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Until there was a knock on the door. “Ambrose?” You heard Vince’s voice. You pulled away quickly and blushed, looking at Dean. Dean just smiled a little before yelling back. “What?” “Erm, just wondering if everything’s okay. You’ve been in there for about an hour and a half now…” He said. You just realized what happened, you and Dean had been kissing, hugging all the time.
“No we’re alright! Almost done, sir.” Dean yelled. “Okay, just making sure!” And Vince walked off. Dean bit his lip and smirked. “Well… I think I like you too… as long as you won’t call me goldilocks anymore…” you smiled. He pecked your lips and chuckled. “I can’t, you’re my beautiful brunette now.” He smiled and hugged you tight. You hugged him back and knew this was going to be one amazing collaboration.
"Hey babe!" I looked up to see Dean and smiled. I love seeing my boyfriend.
"Hey what’s up?" I asked.
"I have to talk to you." Dean said the look of concern washing over his face.
"What’s up?" I asked.
"Well, your so called best friend and my boss, just put me in a storyline that I don’t think you will like." Dean started looking at me.
"What’s the storyline?" I asked. I hated it when Dean did this to me, most of the time I didn’t care, but that’s because he never had a storyline with a girl.
"Well, since The Shield broke up and I’m in a solo career, Triple H decided that it would be time that I get a valet."
"with Summer Rae." Dean said mumbling.
"Summer Rae? God, I fucking hate her."
"Yeah I know, but I have to do what I have to do." Dean looked at me. "You know I love you."
"I love you too." I kissed him softly.
~Later On Raw~
I stood backstage as I watched Dean walk out with Summer Rae, I couldn’t believe that he was paired with her of all girls. I shook my head. He was facing Christian, so I was hoping that Dean would win, despite being with Summer Rae. I watched as Summer Rae kissed him on the lips, a good luck kiss. The lips that I had just kissed.
"Oh fuck no!" I said as I started to approach the ring. I stared down Dean and Summer as I went over to Christian, kissing him softly. I climbed out of the ring and straight backstage. That would teach Dean.
After Raw, while I was walking to my car with my stuff, a hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. “What were you thinking? You could have gotten into serious trouble.” Dean said looking at me.
"I was trying to teach you a lesson." I said.
"A lesson? This isn’t school, this is fucking work. You can’t fucking do that Y/N! Triple H and Stephanie are pissed, you can’t bring your personal life in it. You have to roll with the punches." Dean said.
"I’m sorry. Ok?" I wanted this to be over with.
"You’re lucky I still love you."
"I love you too." Dean moved his hand down to mine and took my hand, walking with me to our car, taking me back to our hotel room.
(I wasn’t sure if by three way sex you meant the three guys having sex together or the three guys having their way with Hannah. But I hope you enjoy it. I’m not good at writing foursomes. Enjoy!)
Hannah had finished her second drink and had just ordered her third. She was celebrating. She had just won her debut match on Raw. Hannah had started on her third drink when she was surrounded by Randy, Dean, and Roman, drinking as well.
"Good job on your match Hannah." Dean said smirking a little.
"Thanks." Hannah smiled as she finished her third drink, ordering a fourth drink. The four of them spent the night drinking. Then someone came up with the idea of going to her hotel room. This is how the night was spent.
Hannah laid on the bed, making out with Dean, his hands running up and down her sides as she felt someone pull off her pants and panties. She felt a finger rub against her clit and then started to finger her, making her moan into the kiss with Dean. He stopped for a second, took off her top and bra, then started to suck on her nipples, making her nipples hard. Before Hannah knew it, she had three cocks in her face. Hannah took her time sucking each cock, making it wet.
Randy laid on his back and put Hannah on his dick, forcing her to ride it, facing him. Dean kissed Hannah more and then started to squeeze her boobs, making Hannah moan louder. He forced her to ride him faster, making her moan louder.
Roman wanted his turn, he stroked himself with one hand and then forced Hannah to laid on Randy, forcing himself into her ass. Roman gripped Hannah’s hips, thrusting into her faster, his balls smacking against Hannah. Dean smirked and took this opportunity to force his dick in Hannah’s mouth, making her suck him.
As Roman thrusted faster, Hannah took Dean’s dick more, and Randy got the pleasure from his dick in Hannah’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Dean as cummed in Hannah’s mouth, Roman pulled out and then started to shot his cum in and on Hannah’s ass, Randy started to cum in Hannah’s pussy and Hannah had came on top of Randy. The guys put Hannah on the bed and took their turns eating out Hannah, tasting her cum.
It was Christmas morning and AJ Lee woke up and saw her husbands Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose still asleep. AJ put Romans, Seth’s, and Deans hand on her stomach and they all woke up to Aj’s baby kicking
“What happened?” Asked Dean waking up “Merry Christmas honey” Said AJ to her waking husbands still in bed “Merry Christmas to you honey” Said Roman kissing AJ’s cheek “And a happy new year” Said a smiling Seth just then their 3 year old daughter Lisa ran into the room
“Daddy daddy mommy mommy its Christmas!” Shouted Lisa as she jumped on the bed “ITS CHRISTMAS” She said over and over jumping on the bed Dean smiled “Did Santa come?” Dean asked “Yes yes he did!” Said Lisa “Can I go and open the presents?” “Yes honey” Replied Dean as she ran off
Roman, Seth, And Dean all got out of bed with AJ and went downstairs to open presents with Lisa. Dean Ambrose walked over to Lisa and he picked her up “I love you baby” He said as he kissed her forehead “I love you too daddy” Replied Lisa
“Fuck!” Dean Ambrose slammed his fists against the locker room wall. “Woah dude! What the hell is your problem?” Roman asked. “They put me into another match with fucking CM Punk!” Dean ranted. Seth smirked, knowing Dean couldn’t stand Punk. “What the hell are you laughing at!?” Dean yelled at him. Seth threw his hands in the air and walked off. Roman sighed and pushed Dean down on the bench he was sitting on as well. “Keep your head cool, man. We all know you don’t like him, he doesn’t like you either. But in that ring it’s not about what you want, or what he wants. It’s about the two of you putting up a good match, together. No matter how much you hate it.” Roman said. Dean calmed down and nodded a bit. “I know but I just- ugh I hate that guy.” He pouted. Roman just patted his shoulder and left the locker room.
~later that night~
Roman and Seth were standing ringside, Dean in the ring, waiting for his opponent to walk down the ramp. Then his music went off; Look in my eyes, what do you see.. Punk came out and walked down the ramp, doing his things and stepping in the ring, glaring at Dean. Dean just rolled his eyes and wanted this match to be over with, he never liked wrestling Punk, he was always afraid he might lose his temper and actually hurt the guy. Roman and Seth were trying to cheer Dean up a bit, trying to help him where they could. Dean got distracted though, and Punk hit his finisher on him, he pinned Dean and smirked, standing up and letting the referee throw his hands in the air. Dean was laying there, pissed off and upset, about to hurt Punk when Roman and Seth got him out of the ring just in time. “Let it go, man.” Roman hissed as they took Dean backstage.
“Just fuck off for a second will ya!” Dean yelled at Seth and Roman. Roman rolled his eyes and pulled Seth with him. “Come on,” he said as he dragged Seth out. Right after they left Punk walked in, smirking. “What the fuck do you want?” Dean asked pissed. “I won.” Punk smirked. “I won, on live TV. I beat you, on Monday Night RAW.” He continued smirking. Dean lost his temper and snapped. He ran up to Punk and pushed him against the wall, his body pressed against Punk’s. “We all know, who actually is ‘the best in the world’.” Dean hissed. Punk bit his lip, pissed but getting aroused for some reason. “We do?” Punk asked smirking. Dean nodded, staring deep into Punk’s eyes. “Show me then.” Punk smirked. Dean knew that they were pretty much thinking the same. “I’d love to…” Dean smirked and walked off, into his locker room.
Punk followed him, trying to hide his growing erection. He walked in after Dean and locked the door. “So, all this hate, this rivalry, led up to this?” Punk asked, smiling a bit. “Yeah, not get naked and into this fucking shower, before I change my mind.” Dean said, undressing himself. Punk walked up to Dean and kissed him, his hand wrapped in his hair. He pulled back for a second to look at Dean. “You won’t change your mind now.” He smirked. Dean just smiled at him and kissed him again. They took each other’s ring gear off and stepped into the shower, kissing and their hands all over each other’s bodies. Dean couldn’t control himself any longer and flipped Punk over, pushing him against the wall face first, biting and sucking at Punk’s neck. “I’ll show you that I am the best in the world…” He smirked as he slammed his cock into Punk’s tight ass.
Both men screamed, Punk in pain at first, and Dean in pleasure. “Holy shit your ass is tight!” Dean moaned out as he plunged himself in further and further, until he was settled balls-deep. Punk, who dug his nails into Dean’s hip, panted. “Fuck, Dean… Give me- give me some time.” He pleaded. Dean smirked, kissing up and down Punk’s back and neck before slowly moving in and out. “I thought you could take this…” He whispered. Punk moaned, he never felt this- this good before. “I would be able to, if you didn’t just slam it in.” He hissed, but his pain soon turned into pleasure as Dean moved slowly, not wanting to hurt Punk any further, and as Dean kissed his neck.
Dean started thrusting a little faster up his ass, wrapping his arm around Punk’s waist, grabbing his thick hard cock. “Oh..” Dean smirked and rubbed his tip with his thumb teasingly before he started stroking him, his strokes and thrusts having the same rhythm. “Oh fuck! I- I’m gonna cum Dean!” Punk moaned out loud as soon as Dean started stroking him. “Umm, cum for me, Punk.” Dean moaned. Punk screamed loud as he came, thick strands of cum shooting out and covering Dean’s hand. Dean however kept thrusting into a panting CM Punk, he thrust hard and fast, reaching his own end and shooting his load up his ass, moaning. “Fuuuck Punk!” He panted, pulling out slowly and leaning against the shower wall. Both men just stood there, panting, letting the water run down their bodies. “I think I might actually like you a little…” Dean smirked.