New oneshot. One of the requested. Set in 2009, when Punk is World Champion and AJ is FCW Divas Champ.

-SECC

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She squirmed beneath him, meeting his dark eyes and meeting her mouth with hers, savoring the familiar cool feeling of his lip ring. His tongue darted past her lips, molding with hers in a battle of dominance.

Her hands caressed his marked skin, tracing out the words 'Straight Edge' on his stomach. Nipping at her neck, his hand descended to the nether parts, sliding in a long finger into her core, causing a gasp to form on her perfect ruby lips.

Hands now gripping his long hair, she moaned as he added another digit, pumping efficiently inside of her.

April felt the cool metal of his lip ring on her pert breast as he suckled her, not leaving the other unattended as he ground her teat between his thumb and index finger. She shuddered as she began to feel a moist tension between her legs.

"Did you hear about CM Punk possibly joining the FCW roster?" One of the Diva's broadcasted loudly, causing her little band of friends to gasp and giggle.

A.J was brought out of her train of thought when she heard this, but perked up to listen just for curiosity. Of course she knew he wasn't, but she wanted to know where they were going with this.

"Girl I hope he is. I've heard rumors about how good he is in the sheets if you know what I mean," Alicia giggled as she shared this information with the group.

The redhead Diva set her sights on A.J, who quickly turned her attention back to the comic book Phil had given her.

But Alicia was determined. "Yo A.J, come here for a sec!"

Groaning inwardly, the FCW Divas Champion stowed her comic away and got to her feet daintily, slinging her Championship over her shoulder and walked toward the small cluster of Divas.

"Yes..?" she asked expectantly, tapping her foot against the tile floor.

Alicia smiled, wrapping an arm around the petite Diva's shoulder. "Soo you and Punk have been spending a lot of time together. Why didn't you tell us you knew him?"

"I don't," A.J said simply, "We just really hit it off when we met."

"So is he here to stay?" Raquel Diaz interjected, just wanting to get to the point already.

April turned her steely gaze to that of the new Diva. "No he isn't, he's just here to check out the talent here for a while. He's the World Heavyweight Champion after all, and I don't see him losing it anytime soon."

Before anyone else could ask her more questions, she marched off out of the locker room, bumping in someone in the process.

"Hey watch where you're- A.J?"

"Sorry," she squeaked out, moving past him to walk away but only for him to grab her by the waist to pull her back.

Punk shook his head, unconsciously worrying his lip ring. "Avoiding me now?"

"People are starting to ask questions," the petite Diva murmured, sending a pointed glare to the current World Heavyweight Champion.

He sighed, ushering her into the guest locker room he was staying in at the moment.

"So let them ask..." he replied playfully, backing her against the wall.

"I don't care…." Punk whispered darkly in her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe ever so slightly.

Her toned legs wrapped around his waist, grinding against his hardness as he slid her up the wall, hands on her ass for support.

Punk captured her mouth with his pierced one for a searing kiss, molding his tongue against her and tasting her sweet mouth. A.J's tiny hands knotted in his long her as he teasinginly dragged his tongue to her chest, looking up at her wide trusting brown eyes.

"April, do you like this shirt?"

"Yes I kinda do, it's— "

He cut her off impatiently. "I meant are you going to wear it in the near future?"

"No..?"

"Good." He ripped it off, unclasping her bra with a surprising speed and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, swirling his tongue over the hard peak and occupying the other breast with his hand ministrations. April's back arched back, trying as hard as she could to muffle the evident moan.

Pulling down her shorts as far as they could go, he pressed his hard cock against her wet, dripping core, teasingly dipping the head in her before slamming into her, stifling her gasp by kissing her hard.

His hands returned to her ass, gripping at her roundness and slamming her onto his length, burying himself deep inside her. Punk quickly picked up the pace, developing a rhythm as he groaned into her mouth at the clenching of her walls around his hardness.

April moaned in his mouth as she neared her climax, moving more fervently to his thrusts and sinking her nails into his back. Punk was past the point caring about pain as he emptied himself out in her, reaching his own peak the same time as hers.

Prying her legs from around his waist gently, he set her down on her feet, rapidly pulling back up her shorts and panties to cover her up, buttoning them swiftly before bending down to gave her back bra and leaving to find her a random one of her shirts, tossing it to her before finding one of his own and slipping it on, covering his marked skin from her view as she slowly buttoned the low cut shirt, running a hand against her own toned stomach briefly, inspecting it.

Phil caught her hand, replacing it with his own. "Don't. You're beautiful." He whispered, meeting her soft brown eyes with his shocking green ones burning with intensity.

"Now, I have a match against Dean Ambrose tonight….you know, Jon Moxley?"

AJ's face lit up with a smile. "Yes. He adores you, by the way. And he's really talented in the ring, so good luck with him!" She leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Punk chuckled slightly. "Now I know who to recommend for NXT in the future. And sweetheart, luck is for losers how many times do I have to say it?" he teased lightly.

Ignoring his teasing, she jumped the gun. "I thought there was a new season next year?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The Straight Edge Superstar smirked furtively. "Oh, you'll find about that sooner or later, babe."

The petite Champion gave him a pointed glare. "Tell me!" she commanded, hand on her hip.

"Uhhhh nope, I have a match now, maybe later…."

With that, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, running a hand through his long hair and picking up his World Heavyweight Championship before heading out the door.

AJ huffed, slinging her own Championship over her shoulder and plunked down on the plush armchair.

As soon as a sweaty Punk made his way through the door, AJ was onto him immediately.

"April…" he groaned, "I'm tired, can we do this later?"

"Nope," she flashed him a toothy smile. "You're supposed to tell me something? Well I'm curious. Tell me."

He rested his hands on her waist, steadying her hyper self. "Okay but you gotta promise you won't tell anyone..." he warned, placing a finger on her lips. She nodded silently, accepting.

"Next NXT season is for Diva rookies….and I suggested you," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened in joy, meeting his mouth with her own, almost toppling them both over.