A/N: This next entry in my long list of stories that come to me on a whim is brought to you by a dream I had last night. It was oddly pleasant and I felt I needed to capitalize on the mixed feelings I had about it. It wasn't negative, per se, but I was both scared and happy that I found myself in this situation. So... yeah. Enjoy!
Spending years of your life dedicated to honing your craft in the amazing world that is professional wrestling finally paid off when you earned a tryout with the WWE Performance Center. You were nervous, but determined nevertheless, and you like to think that grit and determination brought you to getting signed with WWE after coaches and staff were beyond impressed with your skills both in-ring and on the mic.
For months, you woke up before the sunrise just to be the first one to the PC, and got so lost in your pursuit to one day be in NXT that you were always the last to leave. Your hard work and dedication to your job didn't go unnoticed for long. You earned a spot on a few NXT dark matches, competing alongside your fellow PC hopefuls with the goal of making it to NXT broadcast in front of millions every week.
Before you knew it, you were debuting on NXT television. After months of proving yourself to the higher-ups, this was your big opportunity to prove without a shadow of a doubt that you belonged in professional wrestling. You arrive early to the Capitol Wrestling Center since it was more or less your trademark now to always be earlier than everyone else.
You drop your gear off in the locker room, before wandering around for a little bit to get familiarized with the arena. You'd been there before, but this time it felt different. You were now a part of the NXT roster; You felt you belonged there now.
Triple H calls you in for a meeting before the show. Turns out, you aren't debuting in a match tonight. You're going to be the new bodyguard of NXT Women's Champion, Dakota Kai.
The woman's name brings a light smirk to your face. You've been a fan of Dakota Kai for years, even recalling a few matches in a past life when she was known as 'Evie'. The news is exciting and thrilling, almost as much as when the woman you're going to be working with enters the room.
"Dakota, it's good to see you," Triple H greets the woman with a firm handshake.
"Happy to be here as always," Dakota replies, her NXT Women's belt slung over her shoulder.
Of course, this is your first time officially meeting the champion. You've seen her plenty of times in the PC and around the CWC, but you've never really worked up the courage to talk to her. Despite your talents in talking down opponents in promos, you were never really a social person outside your wrestling character. Plus, if rumors were true, having a former MMA fighter just around the corner to come to the Kiwi's protection caused a sub-conscience part of your brain to steer you away.
"This is your new on-screen muscle." You hear Triple H say with a chuckle, breaking you out of your thoughts.
It was in that moment, when you blink and regain your focus, that you realize your eyes were locked on Kai's plump, toned ass. You can't help it, since she's wearing tight-fitting yoga pants and has most of her weight shifted to one leg, giving her ass a little extra pop. It's more than likely that she wasn't trying to show off, but if she was then it was definitely working.
You stand, extending your hand for the champion to shake. You introduce yourself. "Hi. It's good to be working with you," you tell her, offering a curious smile.
"Likewise," She responds, matching your smile with a smirk of her own.
And that's how your partnership with Dakota Kai began. For the first few weeks, it's mainly you walking to the ring with her or looking tough during a backstage interview. Business as usual, or so they say. Then she overhears you talking about video games in catering and it's like you two were long lost best friends. She goes into detail about her favorites, spanning from Final Fantasy and Animal Crossing to casual popular party games like Among Us and Fall Guys. Soon after, you find yourself talking for long periods of time with Dakota about things outside of work. It is clear that she is quickly becoming a friend, and you're just glad you have at a few of those in this business.
"What do you reckon?" Dakota asks backstage while the two of you are warming up for your mixed-tag match against Johnny Gargano and Candice LeRae.
"About what?" You wonder, only realizing you were half listening since Dakota's ass was bouncing in those little shorts she likes to wrestle in and your mind basically went blank.
"Joining my Twitch stream tonight," Dakota repeats with a grin. "You said you'd think about it, remember?"
You nod, but still, feel unsure about the whole thing. "Yeah, but I don't have any followers. Plus, I have no idea how to do any of that."
"I can show you. It's not that complicated," Kai offers.
You shrug, not really seeing the downside of accepting. "Yeah, alright," you agree, smiling broadly when Dakota claps her hands and jumps up and down excitedly.
You try to regain your focus and think about the match that lies ahead, but Kai's plump little ass is bouncing again and you're positive your physical excitement is showing through your gear.
For a few months, NXT tapings are more or less the same: You show up, find out what you're doing with Dakota and her other muscle Raquel, have a match or manage Dakota, hit the showers, then go home. But it's your life outside of work that makes a change for the better.
You've gained a bit of a following on Twitch since joining up with "CharlieGirl" on her streams of various multiplayer video games. Charity streams, drunk streams, playing brand new games the day they release, it didn't matter what you two did. It wasn't always just the two of you, but you really enjoyed it when it was just you and her.
Your feelings for Dakota almost cost you your job one day. You knocked on the door of the women's locker room, shocked a bit when a voice called for you to come inside. Dakota was in the process of changing and greeted you with a smile. You struggle greatly not to stare at the woman and possibly get kicked in the head for it. She's kept herself in shape and isn't lacking in any department when it comes to your preferences in women.
You exchange a few words with Dakota, ranging from the show to doing another stream later that night. You say goodbye for now with a smile and leave. The minute the door closes, you take off for the nearest restroom. It's very middle-school, and a little sad that you need to 'relieve' yourself in the bathroom, but it's been months since the last time you got to 'take the edge off' and Dakota's perfect body wasn't making things easier.
You finish with a sigh and a guilty feeling. You were at work, just finished talking to your best friend, and were now washing your hands in a bathroom sink after needing a moment alone. It's sad, but nothing needs to be said about the incident any further... until Raquel Gonzalez walks into the bathroom behind you and nearly tears your head off. In the span of a few seconds, where your life nearly ends at the hands of a woman who can easily look you in the eye, that in your rush to make sin you ran into the wrong bathroom. You hastily make an excuse about having a stomach ache and ran for the wrong room. Luckily, Raquel laughs it off and calls you a few playful insults before telling you to hit the road. Thankfully, she keeps it between you and her.
The following Sunday, Dakota invites you to her house to watch football, since you mentioned once that you sometimes watch it. Well, apparently NFL Sundays are a big thing in her house so you reluctantly agree to go. In the moments after Dakota greets you with a hug, you come face-to-face with RAW Women's Champion Shayna Baszler, wearing a Minnesota Vikings jersey. She greets you with a cross look and a headshake. You realize it isn't personal when you remember you're wearing a jersey of your favored team, and it just happened to not be the same as Shayna's.
"That jersey is a disgrace to this household," Shayna yells out in a joking matter, making a gesture towards you.
You chuckle, finding some relief that Shayna wasn't the asshole she portrayed on TV. "Why? Cuz it's a winning team?" You shoot back sarcastically.
The quick jab prompts Dakota to laugh and baits an eye-roll and a middle finger from Shayna. You feel your heart warm to the sight of Dakota smiling, but then your jaw drops partially when Shayna places a quick peck on Dakota's lips as they cross paths.
"Huh," you think with an inward shrug. Apparently, those fans on Twitter were onto something with the whole 'Shaykota' nonsense.
The sight of Dakota and Shayna actually being a couple is a little surprising, since they are practically the polar opposite of each other in terms of personality, but then you figure it did make sense because 'opposites attract' or whatever that terrible 80's song used to say.
For the next few weeks, you're invited back just about every Sunday. Every time you visit Dakota, Shayna, and the rest of their roommates, you find yourself bonding more and more with everyone. Shayna, because of your mutual love of football, sleight-of-hand magic, and wrestling, and Dakota because... well, she's Dakota.
More Twitch streams and spending more free time hanging out with everyone brought the three of you closer. Your feelings for Dakota don't go away, but you're not at all about to ruin the perfect relationship between her and your other, alarmingly starting to become more and more attractive, best friend Shayna Baszler. You hoped to God that seeing Shayna lick cupcake frosting from her lip was just a spur of the moment surge of arousal, but then she licked it from your fingers and you strangely wished you could cum vanilla frosting.
It is a warm day. You don't have to worry about anything with wrestling since it is your day off. Despite that, you promised Dakota yesterday that you would go to the airport to pick up Shayna. It isn't too much of a bother, since you wanted to brag about your team beating the Vikings ever since Thursday, and because Shayna was a good friend and you knew she and Dakota would appreciate it.
You pull up to the terminal Shayna said she'd be walking out of. She quickly spots you in the long line of cars trying to leave. After a quick fist bump and side-hug, you help her put her luggage in the trunk and hop back into your car.
"Did you catch the game this week?" You ask with a grin, knowing full well that Shayna watched it.
"Dude, fuck you," Shayna fires back.
You chuckle. "Hey, man. I'm just sayin'. Maybe you should try cheering for a team that doesn't choke."
"You're a fucking comedic genius," Shayna mutters, though her focus appears to be on her phone.
You quickly figure she's returning texts or roasting trolls on social media, after having her phone off for the flight. Your mind is too preoccupied with keeping cool in the dead-still traffic outside the airport to really mind what Shayan's doing on her phone.
"Did you watch RAW?" Shayna asks, still looking at her phone.
You give her a curious look. It sounded like she was asking a typical question like always, but the delivery sounded like she was trying to make small talk with someone she wasn't familiar with. It makes you wonder if something was wrong since Shayna often called you one of her best friends.
"Yeah, of course," you answer, guiding your focus back to the road. "You were the only good part of it like always." You slowly start to inch your car forward, seeing the few in front of you start to drive away. You finish your thought. "Who do they got winning the number one contender's tournament?"
You think you have room to accelerate, but the car in front of you suddenly brakes. Your reflexes help you stop the car in time, narrowly missing a slight fender bender with the other drive. Your instincts told you to hold your arm out in front of Shayna to protect her from the impending collision, even though there wasn't one, and if there was it wasn't going to hurt anyone. You realize your hand is grazing over Shayna's chest. You take your hand back, trying to play off like it wasn't a little awkward.
"Sorry," you throw out just in case Shayna was about to punch you into next week.
"You're good, dude," Shayna says with a breathy laugh.
You glance at Shayna's left hand. It's resting on your knee, gripping you lightly. You don't remember if Shayna stuck her hand there when you hit the brakes, or if it was before that, but you wonder why she hasn't taken her hand back yet.
You don't say anything, worried that doing so would upset your friend. What does make you shift in your seat is Shayna's hand starting to move back and forth on the inside of your thigh. In an instant, watching Shayna eat frosting pops into your head. You swallow your saliva, wondering if Shayna even knew what she was doing.
"What are you doing?" You ask, sounding more surprised than upset in any way.
Shayna has her face pointed towards her window. "Don't be weird about it, ok?" She spits out like she's struggling to put words together.
You relax in your seat when Shayna's hand slides further up your leg. The feeling of her strong grip over your sweatpants is fanning a fire in your loins, which is alarming to say the least, but not nearly as alarming as Shayna's palm scrapping over the crotch of your sweats and finding your suddenly very awake cock rising for her.
Shayna turns to face you. "Holy shit," she whispers with a chuckle. "You like that, eh?"
"I wasn't expecting this from you, man," you reply, watching Shayna's fingers massage your stiffening member.
Shayna pulls her hand away. "Wanna help me out a bit?" She requests, sliding her sunglasses to her forehead.
"You think you know what she means, but you aren't entirely sure. Still, you recline your seat and pull your sweatpants down to your ankles. Shayna checks her surroundings, then lifts herself up and leans over the center console.
The warmth of Shayna's mouth engulfing your cock makes you grunt. You rest your head back and lose all sense of awareness, only feeling Shayna's tongue swirl around your cock and her lips sealed so tight it feels like your dick is in a vacuum that's actively trying to suck you off.
You still aren't sure if you're in a dream or not. It feels that way since one of your best friends is literally sucking your dick. You slide one hand to her ass and give it a hard squeeze. In response, Shayna bobs her head faster in your lap. You think about Dakota and what her reaction to this would be. you wonder if she would be heartbroken, and what she would do when she found out about this. You decide you could figure that out later when the coil in your stomach starts to unwind and Shayna is doubling her efforts.
You inhale sharply. "Now... now!" You grunt a few times, your cock shooting Shayna's prize all over the inside of her cheeks.
Shayna stays still a moment. You feel her licking up what you had to offer. The feeling of Shayna's tongue in your post-orgasmic state makes you twitch in your seat. Finally, Shayna sits up in her seat, faces forward, swallows the mouthful of cum, and acts like nothing is out of the ordinary.
You raised your seat and pull your pants back up. You stare at Shayna, looking her over a few times to try and read her expression, but she's staring blankly at her phone.
"How'd that feel?" She asks, looking at you for your facial response.
Your brow raises. "I, uh..."
"Felt like you had a fun time," Shayna says with a chuckle. "Fucking shot hot spunk down my throat. You better have like it."
"Why, uh..." You stutter, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. "Why did you, uh..."
"I said don't make it weird, man," Shayna said calmly, looking you in the eye. "I wanted to give you some head for being cool to me and Charlie. That's it."
You manage a chuckle. "Usually friends take each other out for beer or lunch. Not random bj's in the car."
Shayna shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose," she agreed. "But I was told to do whatever it took to make sure you were down for anything."
You furrow your brow in confusion. "Did Dakota tell you to blow me?" You ask.
"Not exactly," Shayna pauses for a moment, then speaks again. "She, uh... it's kinda hard to explain to some people."
"Even the ones you just blew?" You ask.
Shayna shakes her head, but she smiles. "Fuck you, man," she chuckles. She stops smiling and talks again. "Charlie... likes sex. Like, a lot. She swears it's completely normal, but she can't go more than a few hours without something. Literally. We'd be sitting in the living room watching her favorite show, and she can't focus unless my hand is in her pants. It's... fucked up sometimes, but I'm not mad about it."
"So why did you just blow me?" You ask.
Shayna chews her bottom lip as she thinks over what she's going to say next. "She wants to have a threesome with you and me," she says. "So she told me to do whatever I needed to do to get you to agree. I know we're all just buds and shit, but Charlie mentioned wanting to do it and... I mean, you're not a bad looking dude. Your dick is pretty nice, so I don't think I'd hate it."
You snicker and shake your head. "This sounds crazy. You know that, right?"
"Insanely crazy," Shayna agrees. "But that's what she wants... and I wouldn't hate it if I got to suck your dick again."
The cars in front of you finally begin to move. You start to accelerate, then finally merge onto the road and start the drive to Shayna and Dakota's apartment.
"Well?" You ask.
Shayna looks you over. "What?" She wonders.
"Go again if you want," You offer, reclining your seat back.
Shayna chuckles and shakes her head, but does lay across your lap again and curls her lips around your cock.
Dakota is the first person you see when you and Shayna walk into their home. The beautiful little kiwi is in a sweatshirt and a beanie like she always was. Shayna made a beeline for her girlfriend, only stopping when the two embraced and exchanged a deep kiss.
Shayna leans into Dakota's ear and whispered something. Dakota's face goes from joyous to noticeable surprise, to looking at you with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
"Twice?" Kai asks you.
You shrug. "She offered." You say.
Dakota takes her girlfriend by the hand and heads for the other room. Before they disappear around the corner, Shayna nods for you to follow. You do, walking quickly to catch up with both women.
By the time you make it back to their bedroom, Shayna and Dakota are already partially undressed, attacking each other with sloppy kisses. Shayna's on top, her bare tattooed back flexing its muscles with Shayna keeping herself up. Dakota moaned into each kiss, her bare nipples erect and hard for her girlfriend.
You shuffle into the room. Shayna slips a hand down the front of Dakota's yoga pants, baiting a high-pitched gasp from the kiwi and making your pants fit a little tighter.
Shayna glances over her shoulder at you and nods towards the bed. You shuffle over, your eyes glued to the outline of Shayna's hand in Dakota's pants.
"Let me see," Dakota cooes when Shayna switches her lips to her neck.
You strip off your hoodie, then drop your pants to the floor. Dakota's lips curl into a smile, then she beckons to you with a crooked finger. Shayna rolls off her lover and props herself up on an elbow. Dakota sits on the edge of the bed, grips you gently with both hands, then takes you in her mouth.
"Holy fuck," you mutter. It's everything you pictured it to be. Dakota's lips were soft and her tough was all the right kinds of adventures.
"I know, right?" Shayna comments. She watches you and Dakota as she licks the tips of her fingers, rolls to her back, and slides her hand in her boxer shorts.
Dakota hums to herself, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. Watching Shayna play with herself, and Dakota's lips and tongue working you over is enough to bring out the third climax for you in the day. You resist and pull yourself from Dakota's mouth.
"I was just getting to the good part," she whines with an outstretched bottom lip.
"On your back," you tell her softly.
Dakota smiles and does as you request. You tug off her pants, then crawl onto the bed.
Shayna waves her hand, then out of thin air produces a condom.
"How long have you been waiting to do that one?" You ask with a chuckle.
Shayna laughs. "Literal years, man."
You equip the proper protection, then lay over Dakota. She gazes deep in your eyes and, after nearly a year of wondering what it would take to be intimate with this woman, you roll your hips against hers and slide into her tight pussy.
"Fuck," You mutter under your breath. Months of built-up anticipation was definitely worth the wait. Dakota is tight and isn't afraid to show how much she's enjoying you. She moans loudly, then covers her face with a pillow to drown out the sound.
You look over at Shayna, who's watching you and Dakota with rapt attention. You feel Dakota orgasm around you once, but you keep moving your hips. You pull out and motion for Shanya to take your place. Shayna kisses her way down on Dakota's anatomy, eventually kissing Dakota between the legs. You grip Shayna from behind, then push yourself inside her.
You thrust your hips, making Shayna's slap against your waist. Dakota is screaming so hard into the pillow that you can hear the dogs scratching at the door to see if something is the matter. Dakota exhales sharply, then uncovers her face and smiles. Shayna picks her face up and curses loudly. You feel her lose herself around your cock, and that's when you finally erupt for the third time that day.
"Holy fuck!" You gasp, falling to a sitting position on the bed.
"Not too shabby," Shayna says with a chuckle, then kisses your cheek and crawls next to Dakota.
"I'm ok," Dakota breathes, baiting a laugh from her girlfriend.
"Me too," You mutter under your breath, the cheesy smile on your face all the proof needed to back up your words.
