Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

13 Kyle O'Reilly

"Babe, can you make the popcorn and pick a movie? I'll be right back." I asked Kyle who was on his way to the kitchen.

"Sure I can do that. Where are you going?" he replies.

"I'm just going to the bathroom to put on a face mask. It can dry while we watch the movie." I called out to him as I made my way to the bathroom.

Once there, I tried to decide which mask to use. Maybe the new black peel-off mask I bought last week. Why not? I quickly read the instructions and then applied the mask to my face. My God, that looked pretty creepy. I took a look at the clock to know when the time of treatment was over. Although that was always a thing with peel-off masks, sometimes they took forever to dry.

Kyle was sitting on the sofa trying to decide which movie to watch. On the table he had prepared popcorn, vegetable sticks with dip and drinks. He heard me come in and turned to me. When he saw me, he flinched noticeably.

"My goodness, what do you look like? That's scary. You could scare little kids on Halloween." Kyle giggled to himself.

"Well, you're probably right, but as long as it works, I don't give a crap what it looks like." I stuck out my tongue.

"Can I try that?" he asked me suddenly and unexpectedly.

"You want to put on a face mask? That's something new!" I couldn't believe it, it was the first time he showed interest in skin care.

"Sure, why not. It can't hurt to give it a try," he said.

"Okay, Mr. O'Reilly, come with me. But be warned, it's a peel-off mask. That means it may pinch a little when you remove it," I explained to Kyle.

"Oh, please. I am a professional wrestler. I can handle a little pinching. And let's be honest, how bad can it be?" he replied.

30 minutes later

"Is your mask dry?" I asked Kyle, although talking with the hardened mask was not so easy.

"At least it feels that way," he said as he felt over his forehead and nose where I had put the mask on for him.

"Well, come into the bathroom with me so we can remove it." I took his hand when I got up from the sofa.

"So you start pulling away at the edges of the mask and work your way towards the middle. Okay?" I said as I started to take off my mask. I tried not to grimace my face when it pinched. But by all means it wasn't so bad. There have been more painful peel-off masks. Just as I finished with my face, I noticed Kyle had only pulled off a tiny little piece.

"What's wrong, babe? Problems?" I smirked.

"This shit hurts... Ouch, oh, man... ow. How could you take that down so easily without screaming? Ouch." My tough, bad-ass wrestler boyfriend whined.

"Oh, come on, how bad can it be?" I quoted him with a laugh. Kyle, however, did not find that at all funny.

"Stop it and help me, damn it!" he rantled. I did what he asked. When I was finished, I gave him a kiss.

"Better?" I asked.

"Not quite yet, but I know what will help..." he said before pressing his lips against mine.

Published July 12, 2020