wwe smut

The Return To Society

You walked through the hallway before finally meeting for your date with the cozy chair and the monitor across from you, tonight's episode of Monday Night Raw playing. You were finally finished with your job for the night of tending to the women and their hair/makeup needs, so you could finally relax and watch the show.

Dolph and Drew ranted with Kurt Angle in the ring, which wasn't anything new. You'd heard the many, many rants from Dolph, since he was always following your coattail when he was bored. He hated Seth, he hated Roman, he hated his job in general.

Seth ran down the hallway past you, followed by a very tall, very large man, who you never seen before. You couldn't help but look over, watching how the two men rushed into the gorilla, and Seth's music hit, making you look to the screen again.

You watched as he cut his amazingly put together promo about his 'travel issues' before a very brand new, very different, very hot Dean Ambrose popped out of the gorilla, his brows furrowed deeply.

Your jaw dropped- Dean was your love interest before he got hurt nine months ago. You two would tease the hell out of each other, giving each other lusty looks, sneaking cheeky touches as you passed each other in the hallway. You were almost lost without Dean, more bored than anything. He was your saving grace during the down time from your job, and without him, time passed slower.

Nothing made you more excited to watch as he did what he did best, and that was ruin his opponents. He loved wrestling, and you were so glad he was back on the grind.

"Dean, how are you feeling about being back?" Charly asked quickly as your head snapped to the hallway.

"Get that camera out of my face," Dean's rugged voice said sternly. "All of you, get out of my face. I feel awesome about being back, but I need to find someone,"

"Roman is-"

"Where the fuck is Y/N? They said she'd be here, and I haven't seen her all day long!" he growled, making you jump. You stood up and slowly made your way down the hall, but stopped as Dean appeared around the corner, his bright blue eyes meeting yours.

"She's- oh, you found her," Seth said, joining his side.

"Y/N," Dean sighed, rushing to meet you with a hard hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, making yours fall around his neck as he squeezed you hard. "I fucking missed you so much,"

"I missed you, too," You giggled as his beard tickled your neck. "I love the new look, Dean. I kinda miss the hair, but it looks really good,"

"I was hoping you would like it," he smiled cheekily, making his cute dimples more prominent. "Fuck, you dyed your hair didn't you? It looks different,"

"I got some ombré," You admitted before his forehead rested on yours.

"I literally cannot believe I haven't talked to you in nine months. It's been hell, Y/N. I wish I coulda had you by my side when I was going through all this crap," he sighed, holding onto you tightly. "I shoulda bucked up and learned how to get you on Twitter, or something. This made me realize something,"

"Tell me," You smiled softly before he turned to eye Seth and now Roman, who was standing behind him.

"Could you guys beat it, or something?" he asked, still holding your waist tightly. The two nodded and walked away before Dean tugged you down the hall, to a more secluded spot.

"Dean?" You asked as his eyes couldn't seem to stay in one spot.

"This is long overdue," he hummed, leaning in to press his lips to yours, taking you off guard as his newly formed beard tickled against you. Your eyes fluttered closed, though, and your hands moved to hold his face in place.