"Who is fuckin' you?" I asked her, gripping her chin in my hand as I thrust up into her pussy.
Her beautiful tits were bouncing as I fucked up into her tired, and most likely sore body.
Just as she was about to say my name, one hard thrust had her gasping, as she dug her nails into my chest, making me let out a small hiss at the stinging pain.
But it seemed to make my cock harder, if that was even possible. Her leaving her mark on me, where every single person at tomorrow's wrestling event will see that she marked me as hers.
"That's it love. Mark me up. Show everyone I am yours." My pace picked up as I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled us over.
My one hand quickly going to the back of her head, to grip her hair, to pull her head back for her look into my eyes as I pounded her into the mattress.
Her eyes were going a bit glossy as her pussy started to squeeze my cock even more.
"You gonna cum for me?"
"uh huh." Was her reply as her glossy eyes started to roll back into her head, but I didn't want her to finish, not yet.
I pulled back away from her, my cock leaving her beautiful pussy, and before she knew it, I had her legs thrown over my shoulders, and just as I was about to wrap my lips around her neglected clit, I could see her pussy clenching around nothing as she whined.
My own cock twitching, wanting to get back inside her body and to paint her walls with my cum, but I held myself back.
"Oh, will you look at that. Clenchin' around nothing. Tell me what you need." I told her as I wrapped my lips around her clit, and sucked hard on it.
"Need," Came her choked reply.
"Come on baby, use your words. Tell me what you need." I said, just before going back to sucking on her clit.
"Need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Please Dan, please, oh I need it." She started to beg me to fuck her.
"Shhh, no need to beg me. I got you." I assured her as I flipped her onto her stomach, gripping her waist hard as I pulled her ass up.
When she tried to get up on her arms, I pushed her back down and told her to stay, just as I thrust my cock back into her.
Her pussy clenched around my cock so tight, I swear my eyes crossed for a moment.
I didn't move, as I felt her body shaking below me. My cock twitching inside of her.
I pulled my hips back, leaving just the tip inside, waiting for that perfect moment to slam into her.
When her ass started to wiggle against me, I slammed back into her, listening her scream out my name in pleasure.
I collapsed against her back, putting my full body weight on her, as I slide my arm against her throat, gripping her chin as I practically jackhammer into her.
I nipped her ear as I fucked her, bouncing off her ass, whispering absolute filth in her ear.
"You wonât be able to walk tomorrow."
"Youâre so fucking sexy."
"You little slut."
"Youâre mine."
Her hands gripped my arm that was still against her throat, digging her nails into my skin, just as she let out a loud, moan, and then I felt her cum around my cock.
I lost it as I picked up my pace to fuck her throat her orgams.
"I love the way you moan my name." I groan as my thrusts started to become erratic.
I tried to hold off, but I couldn't.
I swear I roared as I came, stilling against her ass as my cum coated her insides, which triggered a small orgasm for her.
My cock was still inside of her, softening, when she clenched around me again.
"Didn't get enough huh?" I questioned as I pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her back.
I smiled as she shook her head no, my cock once again hardening.
"Filthy girl." I groaned just before I kissed her.
youâre one of my favourite writers,could you possibly do one for Jay White where you didnât realise he was gonna return at Forbidden Door and then he sees you at the venue when he didnât expect to?And like,there was tension before but you didnât see him at all after he got injured?
Welcome Home
Jay White X Fem Reader
Main Masterlist Jay White Masterlist
Word Count: 1300 Warnings: Mentions of injury, light smut and switchblades
Summary: 15 months ago, Jay White promised you the world. Waking up in his arms, you felt like everything would finally be alright; however, Jay's injury led to radio silence. The man who ruined every other lover for you vanished into the night. When he returns, you're left with more questions than answers
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The last time you saw Jay White, you were left with this weird feeling in your chest. It was a tightening feeling that made it hard to breathe. You loved Jay; you had always loved Jay. However, the air between the two of you had seemed to switch as of late. You could always feel his eyes on you. Your chest would tighten when you turned to see him giving you that look. His hard, cold gaze. To others, it was a view to a kill, a stare that told others that he wanted to kill. To you, it was a view of security, of protection. But right now, this look was darker; it looked like he wanted to eat you. He was a hunter, and you were his prey.Â
This game of cat and mouse had been going on for way longer than you wanted it to. The way Jay was looking at you made you want to go over there and confront him. To drag him away to the nearest room you could and press your body up against his. To feel the cool switchblade he wore around his neck pressed against your skin. You wanted him to take the blade and trace circles on your skin.Â
For 15 months, the night before his injury had replayed in your mind. It was the eve of that week's episode of Dynamite. You had left the arena with Jay, with your fingers laced with his. The bullet had been mutually bitten, and the aching tension between you would finally break.Â
Jay was exactly how you imagined. He was loving, passionate and took his time with you. He made you melt underneath his touch. He was rough, yet you still felt safe; you always felt safe with him. With every rough bite, he left a loving kiss; every tear was wiped away with the pad of his thumb. He made you feel complete. He had filled the hole in your soul you had been aching to find. He left loving praises on your skin, worshiping your body like the temple it was. He reassured you that everything would be alright. That he was here now, and you could let go. He made you feel genuinely loved. Thatâs why you were so confused when he stopped talking to you. You tried to go to the hospital with him when he got hurt. You left him dozens of voicemails and texts. You and Jay were not strangers by any means. You had wrestled in Japan together. You shared the same mentor, Hiroshi Tanahashi, who had taught you both everything you knew.Â
When Tanahashi announced his retirement match, you flew out to Japan without a second thought. What you didnât take into consideration was Jay being there. It had been 10 months since that night, and you had given up on Jay. You didnât even think about him anymore, that was unless you tried being intimate with someone. âI swear he has ruined every other man for me,â you told Thekla, one of your best friends in Stardom who had finally joined the AEW roster. âWhy donât you just get with Finlay, make him jealous. I can see the way he looks at you.â She must be out of her mind. If you started dating David Finlay, Jay White would literally explode. The history between the three of you was deep, let alone the one between Finlay and Jay.Â
When you saw Jay in that crisp black suit, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms. You wore a long black knit dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The dress was long-sleeved and ended right above your ankle. You wore a black pair of Christian Louboutin heels with the dress. At the end of the match, Jay and you, along with Kenny Omega and a few other wrestlers, entered the ring to pay their respects. Jay had a guilty look on his face. Of course, the two of you would have to stand next to each other in the photo.Â
Thekla was quick to point out that in the picture Jay had his hand on your ass. Your bodies were pressed together ever so slightly; he leaned into you and rested his calloused hand on the curve of your ass. Only your best friend would read into something like that. The two of you never spoke; that moment in the ring was all you ever saw of him during your two-week stay in Japan.Â
Fast forward another 5 months to Forbidden Door. Your favourite PPV of the year. It was the PPV on which you and Jay made your AEW debut four years ago. Lying down on the small couch in your locker room, you felt someone place a kiss on the top of your forehead. Opening your eyes, you expected to see Thekla or another one of your friends.Â
Jay White was the last person you expected to see. He held his head in his hands as he sat in a chair across the room from you. You knew Jay well enough to see the pain he was in. You decided to sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Jayâs chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. âIâm so sorry,â he said in a shaky whisper. Jay lifted his head to meet your gaze; he had tears in his eyes that you were quick to wipe away with the pad of your thumb. âItâs been 15 months, Jay; why didnât you call?â You had to ask; you needed to understand why he would promise you the world, then vanish the next day. âIâm an idiot; I was scared. So scared of everything. Scared of loving you, scared of my injury. I love you so much that I was scared I would hurt you. Instead, I hurt you way more this way.â You knew he was genuine. Him ghosting you was completely out of character. âHow are you feeling?â You asked Jay, âMy shoulder is feeling better, but my heart is breaking.â Jay was in a vulnerable state. You wanted to forgive him, but you couldn't. 15 months was a long time; your heart couldn't handle it. âWelcome home, I missed youâ was all you could say to him before getting up and leaving the room.Â
As if on cue, the second you opened the door, Thekla was on the other side about to enter. She saw the tears in your eyes and was quick to ask, âWhatâs wrong?â âHeâs backâ was all you needed to say. Right now, you need some time to think about everything. Yes, you loved Jay, but it would be hard to forgive him after all this pain he caused you.Â
Summary: Colten Gunn thinks he has the perfect loyal girl, but when Jay White sets his eyes on her she starts seeing Jay as the man she deserves.
Note: title says it all, every new person Jay gets close to needs a fic like this. Sorry, Colten, it's your turn. I have a soft spot for Austin.
Warnings: wandering thoughts, cheating, sinfu, jay white is sinful, he's a very bad man.
There was a reason Jay White was the leader of the club. He seemed to be the only one with a brain, at least most of the time. You found it sexy how he held himself. He also had the looks to make him irresistible to any woman that caught his eye.
Fortunately, that woman was you. Or it would be if you were single. It also didn't help that you were in a two year relationship with his fellow club member.
When Colten and his brother joined Bullet Club Gold it wasn't a surprise. They fit very well into it, especially with their tag team name. But it still caught you off guard since Jay seemed to be trying to get close to you before he recruited them.
He was slick. Always catching you alone and away from prying eyes. Colten had no idea you even talked to Jay before he joined his club. It was your little secret.
Every time he touched you, it felt like your skin burned. Sometimes it was a small caress over your bare abdomen as you passed next to each other. He didn't even look at you or say a word.
Then you began imagining him when you were mounted over Colten in bed. Your head thrown back in ecstasy as you moaned. Fingersnails digging into his chest while you bit your lip to not scream out the wrong name.
Jay knew what he was doing to you. He smirked as you watched on the sides while they filmed an interview backstage. After Colten came toward you, pecking your lips and giving you a hug. Behind him Jay walked closer giving you a wink as he left.
Austin wanted to go out and have some drinks with his brother. A thing they did every few weeks just the two of them. You said your goodbyes and went your separate ways. A traitorous thought in your mind made you go the same way Jay headed off to.
He had his own dressing room with his name in big bold letters on the door. It almost felt like a warning sign, not to go in there, but you knocked anyway. A second later, he opened the door as if expecting you and knowing Jay he probably did. He had the confidence of a man who looked like sex.
"Hey," he said, leaning against the open door.
"Can I come in?" You asked, confidence in your voice despite the nerves thrumming through your body.
He watched you for a long moment. You did your best not to shift under his unwavering stare as if he could read your every thought. Slowly, he moved aside to let you into his space and shut the door behind you.
"Do you want something to drink?" He offered you a selection of champagne and whiskey he had on a table. Probably the perks of being Jay White since the best The Gunns ever got was beer when they won the tag team championships.
"Whiskey," you replied, sitting down at the big leather couch next his leather jacket.
He had set it on the arm rest and wore his switchblade t-shirt, his hair dripping wet from showering after his match earlier. Jay walked back to you and passed you a drink. You took a long sip as he continued watching you quietly.
"Slow down, I might start to think you're nervous being around me," he had an amused smirk on his face and you wondered if it was a permanent feature.
"Why would I be nervous?"
He shrugged, "Maybe because Colten doesn't know you're here?"
"How do you know he doesn't know I'm here?"
"Because Austin just texted the group chat that they were having bros night and asked Juice and I to meet them at the strip club." He waited to see if he got a reaction out of you but it hardly bothered you.
Colten never told you about these outings but it wasn't hard to assume when he sometimes came smelling of perfume and glitter on his pants.
"Does that bother you? Colten being around other women when he could be with you right now?"
"Not at the moment."
"Why?"
"Because I'm with someone else too," you looked at him and took another sip of whiskey. This time you licked your lips after and kept your eyes on him as he watched you.
"You know if I were him," he stood in front of you crossing his arms, his muscles straining his shirt and distracting you. "I'd rather be here with you."
"Well, you are here with me," you uncrossed your legs and spread them apart slowly as you leaned forward showing a bit of your cleavage.
"And what do you want me to do?" He grinned, standing in front of you.
"I want you to show me," you spoke slowly as you reached your hands to the seam of his pants. "What the leader of the bang bang gang could do with a woman like me."
He cuffed your neck with his strong hand and made you look up at him. Your wide lustful eyes met his as your hands stayed at his waist. He lent forward to meet your lips in a seductive kiss that had you moan into his mouth. Jay had managed to steal whatever thought you still had about Colten away and replace it with him.
"Careful," he said lowly. "Colten might lose his girl and you won't ever be the same after me."
"I'm counting on it," you smirked as you slowly dropped down to your knees in front of him with his hand still around your neck, making it clear you belonged to him now.
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"Don't you think you have had enough, captain?" The bartender asked roughly.
The pirate captain peered up at the man over the brim of his cup. The bar was dimly lit with candles all around to provide light. Several lanterns hung from the ceilings. The bartender gulped when he looked at Jay's face. A stern look that made any man's spine shiver.
"I have had enough when I say I have had enough," the captain told him. The angry and insulted man stood from his barstool. He grabbed his knife from his belt and stuck it into the wooden table between them. "Do you understand?"
The bartender looked between the knife and the irritated captain before him. A few nervous laughs slipped from his toothless mouth. "I am just looking out for my favorite captain. There is no need for such hostilities. How about another drink then for my friend Jay? On the house."
Jay placed his empty cup down on the table. He watched the bartender closely to ensure that he didn't tamper with the free drink that he so generously offered. The bartender was known to add water to a drink to save from the loss.
When he was given the drink, Jay nursed the cup in one of his hands. He peered around the bar. Several of his men were being rowdy over a game of dice. Others were passed out on the seats, tables, and floors. A couple were trying to get lucky with some ladies of the night. He paused when two of his first mates were in a heated discussion over a piece of paper.
"Probably trying to read it," he sighed to himself. The men were so enthralled in their own conversation that they didn't seem to notice Jay standing over them.
"We have to go back home, Colten," the younger of his first mates stressed.
"We can't just go home! How would we get back in time? If you know how to fly, then you might want to show your wings. Our dad and sister will be fine," Colten spoke.
"The town is accusing them of piracy," the first mate practically shouted. "If we don't save them, they are going to die, Colten."
Jay didn't hear the rest. His blood ran cold. The heart that still beat for her pounded in his chest. He swore he was going to break into a cold sweat. Without realizing it, he broke the cup in his hands. The liquid poured onto the floor.
"Captain?" His third first mate, Juice, asked. "Everything alright?"
"We are going home!" Jay announced. He slammed the broken cup to the ground. The men followed. They knew not to mess with Jay at this time. His mind was elsewhere at the moment. The memory of a promise he made plagued his thoughts.
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"Dad!" You cried out as you closed the curtains. An angry mob had formed outside of your home. Rocks and other objects were being thrown into your windows.
"Get away from the window, honey," your dad ordered.
You stepped away as he instructed. He held a musket in his hands. Your father was loading the gun to defend himself.
Fear filled your eyes. Your brothers, Austin and Colten, used to be dockhands. When Jay decided to be a pirate, they quickly followed along with him. Jay grew to be one of the most feared pirates in the Caribbean. The town started to whisper about you and your father. Now you both were seen as traitors to the crown.
"We said come out, Billy!" A man from the mob yelled. Suddenly, the curtains caught fire. You stepped back as the flames started to consume the curtains. Your dad grabbed your hand.
"Listen to me, alright?"
"Dad, what do we do?" You asked.
He held your cheeks in his hand. "You are going to take the tunnel down to the beach. Find a boat at the docks and get out of here. I will distract them."
"I can't leave you."
"Go!" He ordered.
You took off immediately towards the secret tunnel. This was the very one that you used to play hide and seek with your brothers in. You turned to look at your dad one last time. He aimed his gun towards the front door. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a cannon shot sounded off. Then another went off.
"Pirates!" The mob yelled.
More cannons started to fire. You grabbed your dad's arm and dragged him with you to the tunnel. Billy pushed the door at the end of the tunnel open. Your brothers stood a few feet away.
"Austin, Colten," you cried and ran to them. They wrapped their arms around you.
Billy sighed in relief. "Never thought I would be happy to see you two."
"What about the day we were born?"
"Hey, yeah!"
"Not even close." Your dad quipped.
You smiled at the family reunion. Many moons had passed since you last saw them.
"A charming family moment, but we must get going. I don't have unlimited cannons," Jay spoke. His arms crossed over his chest.
Austin and Colten led you to a small boat that was waiting to go to the ship. They rowed together while fighting in the process. Your father looked irritated, but he was happy to have his kids together again. Jay didn't take his eyes off you.
As the ship sailed away, you watched your home burn to the ground.
Billy thanked Jay for saving them. "I have friends in the Tortugas. Just take us there, and we won't be anymore of a burden."
The winds cut the trip to the Tortugas shorter than you remembered as a child. Your dad was the first to get off the jolly boat. He waited for you to get on the dock with him. Before you could reach for him, Jay pressed you into him.
"Sorry, love," he whispered against your ear. "But you aren't going anywhere."
Jay ushered for two of his men to start rowing back to the ship. Your dad started to yell. "You took my two boys and made them pirates. You aren't taking my only girl. You promised!"
"Sorry, old man, but promises are meant to be broken."
summary: a mastermind plan set with painstaking detail to get the attention of one person who was already steps ahead of you.
contents:Â 21+, smut (dry humping, unprotected p in v, a little bit of praise kink if you squint), we got a crush up in this bitch. light fuckboy!austin and cool girl!reader. no physical description of reader. bff statdaddy. everyone goes by kayfabe names btw.
word count:Â 6.7k
a/n: been sitting in my drafts since january! finally got the courage to post. please let me know what you all think! đ€ also inspo from captivate you by marmozets đ€
part one: catering
When another body moved into the otherwise empty catering hall, you glanced up from your phone and immediately found your interest piqued. The new signee, the new elite â Austin. You had heard his name a few times in the indies, Kris had brought him up in passing, but you had never been too curious. But youâre realizing, now, that you should have been.Â
He walked into catering in a white t-shirt, black running shorts, and a mop of purple and brown hair. Your eyes darted over him â the way his shirt sleeves hugged his arms, and oh fucking christ, his thighs.Â
You took a drink of water and with a racing heart, called out indirectly; âHey,â and he turned around at the sound of your voice â oh fuck, heâs cute. You motioned to the catering table. âThis is weird, but can you grab me a napkin? I forgot mine.âÂ
âOh, yeah, sure,â he quickly replied. He stepped over to the stack of napkins and turned, walking towards the table where you sat. Your heartbeat picked up. He balanced his food plate with one hand, and then handed you the napkin with the other.
âThank you,â you cooed, taking it from him. âAustin, yeah?âÂ
âYeah,â he nodded with a chuckle, sitting his plate down on the table, reaching for a chair.Â
Your eyes widened for a second. He invited himself to the table. Initiative, just like yourself. He settled in a chair across from you and you were suddenly more aware of how you looked. You straightened your back and licked your lips. There was little you could do about the sweaty workout gear you were wearing though. You just had to hope he didnât notice.Â
You introduced yourself and he raised his eyes to look at you, and there was a smirk forming on his face. You caught a glimpse of his gauges under his hair.Â
âDo you⊠do you not remember meeting me?â He asked playfully.Â
Panic. You cleared your throat as you tried to flash through a library of faces in your mind, but you couldnât place him anywhere else. You had been in the industry for years, but somehow, you lost him, and you couldnât imagine doing that again.Â
âWe met at, uh,â he snapped his fingers, âBeyond, in The Palladium.âÂ
And suddenly it made more sense. âI donât remember because I got a fuckinâ concussion that night,â you admitted through a laugh, one that he shared. âBut uh, still nice to meet you, just gotta make sure I donât forget this one.âÂ
âThatâs a lot of pressure,â he joked. You noted the gap between his front teeth as he grinned.Â
Oh, cute. âI think you can handle it.âÂ
âThereâs not a lot that I canât,âÂ
part two: photo dump
You liked that. He seemed sweet, but he had a face and a body like a god, and acted like he knew it. You wanted to sink your teeth into him.Â
A Batman figure sat on a cabinet behind him. Your hand smacked the pause button on your laptop and grabbed your phone in one swift movement. In a few quick swipes, you pulled up your photos and scrolled to a particular day just a few weeks ago â a photo from Full Gear of yourself dressed in Batman-inspired gear.Â
Eyes darting back to the video, you felt so foolish. You were a professional in your mid twenties, yet you were on your bed, stalking the internet for someone (that you knew) in particular, kicking your feet like a teenage girl.Â
It had been a few days since the moment shared in catering â conversation ending with a gentle laugh, and then later that night, a follow from him on your socials. You were in a bar, having to play it cool while a giddy feeling spread across your chest at the notification. And you imagined it â him thinking about you hours after the conversation and going out of his way to look you up online.Â
This wasnât much that weirder, you thought. You hoped.Â
So you purposefully crafted a perfect Instagram post.Â
A photo dump of the past month â a little rewind, as you put in the caption. The first photo was of you backstage before a match, the next a photo of you and Kris in a grocery store surveillance cam, the third a photo of you cradling the TBS Championship in your bloody hands after Blood & Guts, a fourth of you in a bar mirror, and the fifth was from Full Gear in your Batman inspired gear.Â
part three: acquaintances
And an hour later, after dinner and a shower, you checked your phone. danni_ellexo and the_ace_austin liked your post. You crawled into bed with a grin.Â
In the garage btw, you re-read Krisâ text as you walk up the driveway and to the open garage, Kris inside, lifting dumbbells in perfect sync with a song blaring from her dock. She spotted you walk in through the mirror and released a deep breath, placing the bells back on the floor.Â
âLook at you, rolling inâŠâ she glanced at the watch on her wrist, âjust half an hour late.âÂ
âSorry, forgot to set an alarm.â You grumbled, dropping your bag on the floor and pulling the sweatshirt from over your head, revealing the tanktop underneath.Â
You joined into the usual routine â the âThursday work outâ before going back on the road Friday. Kris went to the bench for a press and you crossed the space to spot her.
âYour flight at two tomorrow?âÂ
âYeah,â Kris nodded before laying back on the bench and bracing her hands on the bar. âYou too, you know, if you make it on time.âÂ
You playfully rolled your eyes as she began to bench her set weight. Nothing else was said, you watched her carefully and counted her through them, praising her as she hit her goal without any struggle. She rolled off the bench and grabbed her bottle.Â
âOh, do you know why Austin is asking for your number?âÂ
And your heart swelled. âWhat? Highley?â You choked out in disbelief, but with the widest smile.Â
âHe texted me this morning, asking for your number, but I wanted to know the deets before I give it to him,â she said with a wiggle of her brows and you laughed.Â
âNothing juicy, I swear,âÂ
âOkay, but that doesnât make senseâŠâÂ
You shrugged. âWe just talked at catering, and I may have become obsessed with him and planted a perfect Instagram post for him to see.âÂ
âI knew that bar picture was scandalous,âÂ
âPerfect, huh?âÂ
âBoobs were too,â she quipped before the both of you laughed.Â
You grabbed your own water bottle and sat down on the mat in front of her, falling into a stretch. âI just think heâs hot, and I liked talking to him, soâŠâÂ
âSo are we talking a hook-up, relationship, whatâs the play?âÂ
âJust tryna have some fun, Stat,â you said and she grinned, standing from the bench and walking over to the dumbbells again. You switched legs, stretching the back of your thighs. âWhatâs wrong with that?âÂ
âBecause you really need to stop sleeping with our co-workers,â she laughed through the dig, but you didnât take it to heart. âTwo! Thatâs two different people!âÂ
âThatâs a good percentage considering Iâve been here for two years, you think? Or is that low, and I need to step up my game? Breach outside the comfort zone of single male wrestlers?âÂ
Kris just shook her head in amusement, âletâs not try to ruin any marriages.âÂ
âThatâll be my New Year's Resolution for 2026,â you crossed your legs, stretching your arms above your head.Â
There was a beat as you thought about what Kris said. You had two different, what you would consider, situationships. They had been brief and only months apart. For the most part, you tried to keep yourself clean, but the statistics werenât on your side. You had a tendency to find a new boy-toy when you were bored of the others, and this time, Austin had arrived at the perfect moment.Â
âSo,â you cleared your throat and pushed yourself to your feet. âAre you gonna give him my number? Because ultimately, itâs up to you unless he asks me.â You asked as you walked to the rack of dumbbells and grabbed two for yourself.Â
âWell, Iâm not gonna cock-block you, or him, I guess.âÂ
You laughed. âAppreciate it Stat,âÂ
âJust spare me some details,âÂ
âNever,âÂ
And you waited for the text, staring at your phone and hearing the phantom notification ping from the other room, but it didnât come for three days. On Sunday night, while lugging suitcases through your front door, your phone vibrated in your hand.Â
Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately looked at the screen â an unknown number, unread texts.Â
The first thing sent was the Ring of Honor Final Battle poster and the matchcard â your face, your name, just a few rows above Austin's. Below, his text read; See you in Columbus? and Austin btwÂ
part four: backstageÂ
Cheeky. You giggled as you quickly texted him back; See you then Ace.Â
The stand-by space was packed before the main event. You sat in a fold-out chair, knees tucked under you, watching the camera feed from the arena. All of the seats were taken, a few stragglers in the back, and who wasnât there, was watching it somewhere else in the arena.Â
You checked your phone when the cameras cut and as you aimlessly scrolled through your recent texts, you heard Speedball talking to Austin a few rows back. You zeroed in your ears and listened to them â their schedules, Austin talking about working the next two weeks and then Final Battle in Columbus.Â
You would be around him for two weeks, give and take a few days for traveling. So far the appearances had been sporadic as he has been back at indie route, which you only learned via stalking his Instagram stories.Â
You didnât know what you wanted from him, all you knew was that you wanted him, so you were going to get yourself in his sights.Â
The next two weeks, you planned out a suitcase of outfits, all tailored for his attention. Tops you found in the back of your closet because they were a little too revealing, jeans that hugged your hips just right, and more specifically, some t-shirts you had ordered online that same night in the stand-by room.Â
That next Wednesday, you saw Austin in the parking lot of the arena after you arrived. You were quick to grab your bag from the backseat and get out of the car. A few sneak glances, you timed your brisk pace to arrive just a few steps behind him. When he caught a glimpse of you, he pulled the door open and stepped back, allowing you in first.Â
âThank you,â you smiled, looking at him as you passed, through the side doors and into the back hallways of the arena.Â
As you glanced over your shoulder to him, you weren't sure if you had caught him red-handed or if he was just confident enough to stare at you while you were aware. Either way, you had caught him â his eyes gazing at your ass in the jeans you chose, and you smirked.Â
He corrected himself a second later, looking down at the suitcase he rolled beside him. âGood luck tonight,â he smacked his gum.Â
Bold. You nodded, still with a grin, âlikewise Ace,âÂ
And the last time, the day of Final Battle, he saw you in a vintage Marvel tee.Â
After a scope of the convention hall with Billie, you walked backstage, checking your phone, waiting for a locker room lunch text. You turned a corner for the stairwell door, but down the hall, Austin was sitting on an equipment box, talking to Christopher Daniels.Â
He glanced at you at the sound of your footsteps on the concrete floor, and there was a growing smile on his face. Chris looked over and sent you a wave that you returned, but a second later Chris said his goodbyes and left the two of you in the otherwise empty hallway.Â
Heat flashed through your body as you walked slowly towards him. âHey,â you greeted softly.Â
âHey,â he nodded and then motioned to your shirt where his eyes fell, âI like the shirt, and I was gonna tell you when you wore the Guns Nâ Roses shirt, just didnât see you again.âÂ
And you were sure your cheeks were a dead give away to your giggle. The blush. It was everything you wanted, but it still managed to fluster you. The mastermind plan of attention was successful.Â
âThanks, I, uh, I got them at a sick thrift store in Cincy,âÂ
He blinked, taking a second to register, and then nodded. A strategic decision to insert in this very conversation, one that you were only hoping you would actually have a few weeks ago.Â
âOh sick, Iâll have to check it out.â You turned to your phone and said something about sending him a link to the storeâs website, but when he continued, you raised your head to look at him again. âYou go to Cincy often?âÂ
âEvery now and then, one of my friends teaches there.âÂ
âI uh,â he chuckled, âweird that you mentioned it, live about an hour from there.âÂ
âOh I didnât know, thatâs sick,â you responded in genuine surprise. You watched his eyes light up and you both laughed.Â
But of course you knew. You watched every YouTube interview with his name in the title or description. It came up a few times.Â
âBut you know, if youâre ever around, just hit me up. I know a few good spots, sometimes have a board game night or some shit and uh,â he trailed off before snapping his fingers, âmovie nights.âÂ
Board game nights, movie nights. What a fucking nerd. You loved it.Â
You grinned, nodding, âyeah, Iâll definitely let you know when Iâm there.âÂ
âBet, bet,â he chuckled. Your eyes fell to the chain around his neck, how heavy it sat against his broad chest. âBut for now⊠you hungry?âÂ
And suddenly you were no longer waiting for the text from the locker room.Â
âYeah, you want to go?âÂ
part five: socials
âLetâs go,â he hopped off the equipment box.Â
âWait, get a picture of me,â you told Kris, grabbing her arm and sliding your phone into her hand. âI want to post one.âÂ
âOh, another risque photo?â She teased, eyebrows raised as you stepped around her to be in front of the camera.Â
âA little taste, you know,â you waved her off.Â
You positioned yourself against the glass balcony of the Chicago rooftop bar. It was cold, just days after Christmas, but you shed your leather jacket for the photo â revealing the strapless white top and the black mini skirt underneath.Â
Across the balcony Willow whistled and you laughed, Kris taking numerous photos as you positioned yourself in different poses. Ankles crossed, you leaned back, elbows to the balcony railing, and smiled at the camera. Another with a beer bottle in your hand, looking off in the distance, winking at the camera, tousling your hair, everything in between.Â
It was later that night, when you were in bed, that you posted it. You waited with every breath until the clock struck the perfect time â when you know he is about to go to sleep and doing his last minute social rounds.Â
After hours of analyzing each photo, you picked the best one â a hand on the railing, thumb hooked in the band of your skirt, staring at the camera in a sultry gaze. You scrolled through songs before picking the perfect audio; Iâve got this obsession / That I havenât seen since yesterday / But now my visionâs clear / Sorry for the delay.Â
And your calculations were once again correct. You posted the story, left your phone to get ready for bed, and when you returned, the Instagram notification made your heart jump. the_ace_austin liked your story.Â
The next morning, you woke up to a text; you gonna be in town this week?Â
part six: movie night
Hook, line, sinker.Â
And two days later, with the adjustment of some plans after Worlds End, you flew to Cincinnati.Â
Movie night, gonna send u the deets you re-read Austinâs text as you climbed into the back of an Uber outside of the airport. You texted him back; landed, heading 2 you, as the car whipped through the metro.Â
As you watched the car neared the destination on the driverâs phone, your heart began to pound against your chest. You were going to his house, to sit on his sofa with him, and what you assumed was a few other friends, but you couldnât focus on them. All you could think about was him â becoming all consumed by the masterplan you put into play.Â
But to be honest, you didnât think it would be like this. Three months since you first talked to him in catering, and now you were just excited to sit on his sofa with him. Typically you couldnât wait to get your claws in someone, you werenât keen on playing the long-game, but this was different. This was late-night texts of random TikToks, a playful conversation here and there at shows, shy glances in the hallways, flirty comments and posts on socials. It was a crush, a genuine crush. And it drove you crazy with need.Â
You shook your head, as if to shake away the nerves, and turned your attention to your bag. You fished out a compact mirror and checked your makeup, took a couple ibuprofen, and ran through the outfits in your duffle in your head â your favorite sleep-set, a change of clothes, shoes, and your best underwear. There was no guarantee of what would happen but you just thought of yourself as prepared.Â
The Uber pulled up Austinâs driveway and the first thing you took note of was the lack of cars. Either you were really fucking early, or you were the only invite. Either way, for a moment or the whole night, it was just you and him.Â
You thanked the driver and shut the car door, lugging your duffel on your hip up the driveway. Near the front door, anticipating to knock and wait for an answer, you found him waiting for you, down right to the second. The door opened as you stepped up on the porch, and one glance inside, your heart dropped into your stomach.Â
Heâs so fucking cute. Austin opened the door â purple ECW sweatpants, a sweatshirt that draped just off his collarbones, and you suddenly felt so overdressed.Â
âHey,â you said softly and he grinned.Â
âHey,â his eyes dropped down to your bags, âoh shit, here, let me take it,âÂ
Austin reached out and you instinctively held the strap of your duffel out to him, letting him take it before he pulled the door open wider.Â
âCome in, just gonna drop off your bag in the other room.âÂ
Through the foyer, he turned a corner and into a hallway, and then re-appeared without your bag. You stepped into the house, grabbing the cold door handle and pushing it shut behind you. The cold metal sent a shock through your core that was otherwise on fire.Â
âAm I just super fuckinâ early or did you just want me for yourself tonight?â You quipped, jabbing a thumb in the direction of his drive-way.Â
Austin chuckled, running a hand through his hair. Fuck. He pushed the tufts back â the sharp angle of his jaw, the gauges. Your fingers tightened into a fist.Â
âWell, it was a short notice so I didnât think about inviting anyone else. Mostly everyoneâs out of town.âÂ
It was short notice but you caught the first flight out to be here. It was short notice but he didnât sound completely disappointed about it being only you and him for the entire night. You were starting to feel glad that you packed your best sleep set. An empty house, a few hours, and endless possibilities.Â
Austinâs cheeks shaded pink and he turned around, walking in front of you down the foyer. You smirked, toeing off your boots, and followed along.Â
âI already got the movies lined up,â he broke the short silence, tucking his hands into his pockets as he came into the kitchen, showcasing a feast for the movie night, but in the healthiest way possible.Â
Your eyes scanned over the kitchen â tall ceilings and dark marble countertops covered in snack trays. A Keurig, empty lunch box, protein powder jug, a couple of candles, and lamps in the corners. It felt put together and warm, considering it was technically a bachelor pad. And then you spotted the cabinet in the corner of the room, the same one you knew from his interviews. It felt so private.Â
âBut uh, yeah, just make yourself comfortable. You cool with the new Batman?âÂ
That was a weak spot. He remembered. You couldnât make fun of him for being a nerd considering how much it meant to you for him to remember your favorite superhero.Â
You smirked, âyeah, that sounds good, but, youâre going to make me snack on carrots? On my actual cheat day?âÂ
âPizza on the way, Iâm not an asshole,â he shrugged playfully and you laughed. You watched him, how he didnât want to meet your eyes, almost as if he was bashful. You tried to break the ice, grabbing one of the carrots in the snack tray.Â
âI, uh, I do appreciate this though. I love movies, and pizza, and your place,â your gaze flickered around the kitchen and he chuckled, âso thanks for having me over.âÂ
âYou got here about three minutes ago,âÂ
That earned a dramatic eye roll from you. âCanât a girl be thankful to even be considered?âÂ
âOf course she can,â he said, popping a carrot into his mouth. âAnd she can also be comfortable,â his eyes darted to your jeans, t-shirt, and jacket. There was a moment you hoped he appreciated the outfit, but once you gave it some thought, it made sense to be comfortable for a night of watching movies.Â
âYou want me to take my clothes off? The pizza isnât even here yet.â You joked, quickly realizing it may have been too much, but then his chuckle eased your panic. âIâll go change,âÂ
Down the hallway, you glanced into the first guest bedroom where your bag sat on the bed. You pushed the door to and changed from your flight clothes into your pajama shorts, a comfortable hoodie over your head, but underneath, you kept the matching red set you picked out with high hopes.Â
In the guest bathroom, double checking your makeup, you heard the doorbell ring and then the voice of the pizza delivery driver mingled with Austinâs. The front door clicked shut and you emerged from the guest bedroom, meeting him in the kitchen where he sat two pizzas by the snack trays.Â
âOne is cheese, other is pepperoni, you never told me your pizza order so I did the most basic bitch toppings imaginable.âÂ
You giggled as he handed you a paper plate. âCheese is my go-to,âÂ
âSheer luck,â he met your eyes and grinned.Â
Pizza boxes popped open and slices taken, two beers, you and Austin lowered down onto his sofa. You sank into the cushions, crossing your legs and he sat next to you, inches apart, but still close. He kicked his feet on the coffee table and you looked at the television to see the movie ready to be played.Â
âJust a warning, I have watched this movie a dozen times, so Iâm sorry if Iâm obnoxious.âÂ
âNever,â he chuckled, grabbing the remote and hitting play, letting the movie start.Â
In twenty minutes, the plates were empty, the first beers were downed. Austin grabbed two more from the fridge and handed you one as he settled back on the couch. You said a quiet thank you, and then he spread his knees, knocking his with yours.Â
Your eyes darted from the screen to where his knee rested against yours through the material of his sweatpants. Fingers wrapped tightly around the beer bottle, you swallowed hard and looked back to the screen as you fought off the urge to press a little closer against him.Â
An hour into the movie, you shifted to the side, tucking your legs under you. You propped your elbow on the back of the sofa and Austin glanced to you, eyebrow raised,Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah, legs just falling asleep,â you said with a slight laugh.Â
âYou want to stretch out?â He asked suddenly and you thought about the logistics in your head â your legs draped over his lap, his hands on your thighs. But the nerves found their way through.Â
âNo, Iâm okay,â you shook your head and he nodded, a hand coming out to tap at your leg, just above your knee. His hands were rough against your skin and it made it hard to breathe. âMight take you up on the offer later though,âÂ
Austin nodded and silently stretched his arm across the back of the sofa, right behind you. You tried to focus your attention on the movie â it hadnât even reached the climax â but your mind was preoccupied with the placement of his hand, splayed just inches from your shoulder.Â
Multiple scenarios played out in your head. You could lean over against him, let him take the hint and put his arm around you. You could just turn to him and kiss him to end the cat-and-mouse game. You could throw yourself on him. Thatâs what you wanted to do, but ultimately you played it safe.Â
Shifting your hips, you scooted closer to his side, bringing your legs to tuck beside you. Shoulder to his, you kept your eyes on the movie but through your peripherals, he glanced at you with a smirk. And then he played along, just like it had in your mind, with his arm dropping to drape over your shoulders.Â
He was so warm and smelled faintly like cologne and laundry detergent. You fought back a smirk as you sank into him, shoulder against his chest, heads closer. And then you glanced at him with a raised brow, and a puzzling expression spread across his face.Â
âWhat?â He said through a faint chuckle.Â
âDid you ever plan on inviting anyone else over? Or was it always me?âÂ
The game was over.Â
And then he grinned, tongue running across his canines. God, he was so fucking hot. His hand was still on your shoulder, still a lingering warmth that you leaned into.Â
âUh, no, it was only you.âÂ
âIf you wanted to hang out, you couldâve just asked, you know,â you said as that familiar giddy feeling spread in your chest. âBeen trying to find a way to hang out with you.âÂ
He chuckled. âYeah, I know,âÂ
You leaned forward, shifting to look at him directly. âWhat? You know that I wanted to hang out with you?âÂ
âThat you were into me, yeah,âÂ
And it felt like the rug got pulled out from under you. Played at your own game.Â
He let you go crazy trying to get his attention for three months, all while you had his attention since the first time you met. You had been so obsessed with trying to make him obsessed with you, you didnât think to put yourself in his shoes, to see from his perspective.Â
He had seeked you out on socials and liked all of your posts and stories, he complimented you constantly, he went out of his way to ask for your number, and technically, he made the first move.Â
Then you grinned, a little bashful. âWas it obvious?âÂ
âA little, but it was cute, you know.âÂ
âYou canât call me cute and not expect me to kiss you.âÂ
He tilted his chin towards yours and the smirk was still on your mouth. âIâll beat you there,âÂ
And there was no hesitation. His left hand left the armrest of the sofa, reaching over to cup your jaw, and he pulled your chin to his. The kiss landed like a blackout â your eyes fluttering shut, the attraction surging forward. You let him take control, to kiss you first, to let his lips drag across yours.Â
When he slowly pulled back, you reached out and pressed your fingers to his face, pulling him back to kiss him again. Less controlled, messy, all teeth and tongue and want. His fingers climbed, curling around the back of your neck, holding you still, and you broke the kiss to catch a breath.Â
Three months was a long time.Â
âWere you ever going to tell me? Or just let me chase you forever?âÂ
âForever?â He teased.Â
You grazed his nose with yours, breathing into his mouth. It felt addicting, knowing that it all led to this â you on his sofa with his fingers in your hair, your lips brushing his.Â
âI tend to be a bit obsessive if I want somethingâŠâÂ
Austin smirked, eyes heavy, âyou got me.âÂ
Another kiss meets in the middle, softer before another follows â heat bloomed and breaths changed. His hand dragged from your neck, down your back, across your spine. Shivers ran through you, arms sliding up around his shoulders, your fingers winding in his hair. Oh, those fucking curls. This moment had crossed your mind more than you cared to admit.Â
His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you tug on the purple locks in your hand, a sharp gasp falling from his mouth before a low groan. His wide hands guided to your waist, circling at your hips. Your pajama shorts creeped up your legs with each movement and you felt a buzz of electricity surge in your veins, muting all your thoughts. All you could do was feel.Â
Austinâs calloused hands grabbed your legs, one behind your knee and the other under your thigh, and lifted you onto his lap. The kiss broke apart as you gasped at his swiftness, thinking about how strong he was, but he pulled the air from your lungs when he caught you in another kiss. You shifted forward, chest to his, knees caging his hips. Even closer than before.Â
He altered his hips under you and you felt his bulge pressing against the material of his sweatpant. Your mouth watered. Â
Every nerve turned on its edge. Fuck. You moaned into his mouth and the dayâs insecurities floated away. He could have turned you down, he could tell you to grab your bag and go home, but instead, he beckoned you closer and closer.Â
He kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. His warm tongue swirled over the skin before sucking carefully, you whimpered. Desperate, needy, anything and everything. You pressed your weight onto his lap and his hands squeezed at your hips, then rounded to your ass. His touch was hot, like blazing suns biting into your skin, and you curved into him.Â
âHow long have you waited for this?â You asked breathily, tilting your head to bring his mouth back to yours.Â
He groaned, hands kneading through your pajama shorts as he felt the pressure you placed around his lap. âSo fuckinâ long,â he admitted through slurred words, kissing you again. He wanted you, and your ego grew, busting out the windows.Â
You pulled your arms back from around his shoulders and dropped your hands, reaching down to grab the hem of your sweatshirt. Austin paused, playing catch up until you brought the sweatshirt up and over your head, revealing a red bra underneath, a fucking perfect contrast to your skin.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, hands sliding up your waist to your chest, thumbs rubbing over the soft material.Â
You tossed the sweatshirt to the floor and pressed your mouth back to his in a rush, like you didnât have the whole night ahead. Every kiss tastes like hoppy beer and need. Itâs a need that you shared.Â
You slid your hands to his shoulders, lips going for his neck, teeth tugging at the collar of his own sweatshirt, and he made haste to pull it over his head. All muscles, tanned skin, his tattoo. Your head spun, unable to catch up as your hands gravitated to him, touching every visible inch of skin.Â
âFuck,â you cursed, hot to the touch. Your fingers glide across his wide shoulders, nails biting into the skin of his biceps. There was a burn in your belly, a heat between your thighs.Â
Austin grabbed you with both hands â one behind your knee, the other on your back â and flipped you over onto the sofa, landing against the soft cushions with a bounce, but you jolted right back onto him. He slotted himself between your legs and dropped his head, mouth trailing open-mouthed kisses across your chest. The gasp that left your mouth resonated into a low hum, hand diving back into his hair.Â
His kisses trailed lower and lower, nose dragging along your ribcage, tongue swiping at your hip. You sucked in a breath through your teeth and your hips twitched when his fingers toyed with the end of your shorts before sliding under, grabbing at your ass.Â
Another kiss to your stomach and he hooked his fingers in the shorts and tugged them down your legs in one motion, revealing the red thong. A matching set.Â
Austin chuckled as his thumbs pressed into the apex of your thighs, grounding you to the sofa. The chuckle was deep, cocky, and your thighs twitched as heat climbed higher and higher through your belly. Your eyes took him in one more time, it was hard not to ogle when he looked like that⊠every indention of his muscles, the vein running along his bicep that you wanted to sink your teeth into. And the fucking smirk.Â
âInkling or hoping that you would get fucked tonight?â He toyed with the flimsy elastic sitting high on your waist. It was like he got off on teasing you â seeing you flushed and breathlessly reacting to just his touch.Â
You smirked, hand reaching out to cross the distance between your bodies, and hooked a finger into the band of his sweatpants.Â
âBoth,âÂ
You pulled him back between your legs, ankles resting against the back of his thighs as he pressed flush against you, his hard cock in his sweatpants pressed firmly against your center â layers between and a moan still tempted your lips.Â
But you wanted to hear him, too. His chest to yours, he caught you in a kiss, licking into your mouth. Blindly, you pulled your finger from his pants and slid your hand further down, cupping over his crotch â his cock hard and heavy against the material. His breath stuttered as your mind pieced together the feeling of him in your hand. He wasnât wearing any briefs.Â
You sank your teeth into his bottom lip and he hissed. âGlad weâre on the same page,âÂ
His lips parted in a faint sigh as you ran your fingers along his cock, feeling a curve, a vein. He dropped his head, hair swiping across your forehead. âYou have no idea,âÂ
âYeah?â You asked, tone light and teasing with a bite, nose nudging with his. âClue me in,âÂ
He groaned against your mouth, one last sloppy kiss before leaning back and tugging his sweatpants down his thighs. Thong pulled to the side, you lapped at your palm and reached down, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock.Â
âOh fuck,â he grumbled, hands reaching out to grab at your knees, adjusting himself back between your legs.Â
You watched his face, his expression as you pressed the tip of his cock down with your thumb, running the plump head across your clit, already swollen and glistening with your want. His eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back, but leaned into it. He shifted his knees back to lower the angle, letting you drag his length down to notch at your entrance.Â
And then he meets your eyes as he presses his hips forward. A shudder rips through you as he stretches you, as he fills you, so intense that it stunned you both for a moment. Loud gasps followed by hums as he paused, your walls clenching tightly before he inches in, further and further. The heat in your belly grows into pressure between your thighs, adjusting to him, to the burn that blurred into pleasure.Â
Your head falls back, eyes slipping closed as he pulls back and rocks back into you, setting a pace that already had you falling apart. Words and moans tangled in your throat but Austin wasnât as quiet. His groan rattled through you, chest to his as his mouth sucks on the skin below your collarbone.Â
âFeels so fucking good,â he breathes out as your fingers twined in his hair, legs curling around his, spurring him on.Â
You wanted to say something but your mind failed you. Your tongue felt heavy and holy fuck, heâs so thick and you feel so fullâ but he finally draws that breathy moan from you when he bottoms out inside of you, pressing deeper, and you felt yourself come apart.Â
âOh fuck yes,â you mumble as pleasure licks at your spine.Â
Fingers raking down his back, pressing half-moons into the skin of his shoulders, he was relentless. His knees dug into the cushion, into the backs of your thighs, jolting you with each movement, ebbing and flowing with each thrust that pulled you back onto him.Â
His strong arm slides under your back and you arch closer into him, your hips shifting just slightly up from the sofa, meeting him in the middle â somehow deeper.Â
âFuck baby,â he groaned against your jaw, feeling your walls flutter, your thighs shake.Â
You blindly turn your head to pull him into a kiss, the stubble on his chin raking against your skin, but you wanted more. More. Tongues and limbs tangled, your legs wrapped around his slender waist and the room filled with heavy breaths, the sound of slickness and slapping skin.Â
âIs this what you wanted?â He whispered and you lifted your eyes, finding him already looking at you. âIs this what you thought about?âÂ
A whimper emitted from your chest. Fuck. His tone, the tease, his cock, your mind was spinning. Completely drunk on everything he was giving you. You felt helpless, willing, like heâs the only one to ever have you like this. The ego, the toying was forgone â it was just you, bare with nothing but want and need.Â
âYes, yes,â your lips parted in a quivering moan as he pressed deeper, his cock passing over the tender spot inside of you, over and over as he rocked his hips. âWanted you so bad, just like this,âÂ
He kissed you, all-consuming, moaning into your mouth as you tightened. He could feel everything, he knew you were inching further and further towards your end, and he was barrelling fast behind you.Â
His pelvis glided against yours in the slick, his fingers digging into your skin, winding you tighter. He presses closer, thrusts more harsh and quick, no longer taking his time. It was desperation. You could feel him throb inside of you, right there, right there with you.Â
It was the friction, the heat, the electricity that throws you over the edge. White heat flashes over your body and you come around him with a cry. And he follows â itâs blinding, emptying as he pulls his hips back, reaching for his slick cock and comes across your lower belly. He groans deep and gasps, his hot cum landing on your skin, and your hips twitched.Â
Oh fuck. Holy fuck.Â
You took in a deep breath, head falling back to the cushion, but you kept your eyes on him. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the purple locks back, and met your eyes. There was a beat, deep breaths and licking dry, swollen lips before the both of you grinned.Â
He squeezed at your hiked knee, shuffling off the couch, and grabbed tissues from a box on the coffee table. He hands you two that you fold in your hand.Â
âIf you wanted me to stay the night, you could have just asked.â You said, ears ringing until you catch the faint sound of the movie on the TV. It had been long forgotten.Â
Ok ok last part before I let my brain completely rot
Trying to keep your crush a secret is not totally working out for you
-> Fluff! Stealing moves, being late to things
Luckily you survived the insane amount of side eyes that Jamie and Aminata gave you when you were late to the photoshoot, you apologized a billion times over and assured them that there was just a fight in the locker room and you had to step in, nothing more. Although the smile that was glued to your face told them something else.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, all the pressure and responsibility of being the new champion had been washed away with Austinâs touch. It was kind of scary how kissing him made you feel like you were on a cloud, like all that mattered in those moments were you and him.
Even though you wanted to do was relive you and Austinâs hot locker room rendezvous, you and the girls had a match tonight, that had to take priority in your mind.
The Triangle of Madness have been giving Jamie and Aminata hell for weeks at this point, so the 3 on 3 main event for tonight would hopefully level the playing field and get those spooky weirdos off your girlsâ backs.
âââââââ-
The rest of the day went smoothly, you showered, ate, cut a quick pre-recorded promo against the triangle of madness, and now were getting ready for your match. You were in the splits on the cold floor, touching your toes as you and the girls idly chatted.
âI donât know, I think they might try to use some kind of weapon so we need to be preparedâ Aminata cautioned.
âWe have my amazing arms weâll be fineâ Jamie boasted, flexing said arms.
Jamie and Aminatas words faded out of your head as you watched the match on the tv behind them. The second to last match of the night was Big Bill vs Ace Austin, their brawl last week giving the both of them a well earned match. The way Austin looked in the ring, the speed in which he did his moves, his athleticism, his charisma, it just allured you.
Bill goes for a powerbomb but Austin slips out of his grasp just in time to stun him, back up to the corner, throw a card, and hit his finisher on Bill. Ending the match. His finisher, The Fold, it looked so beautiful when he did it. It was just a variation of a neckbreaker but he made it look so devastating it made you blush. Why were you so mesmerized with everything he did?
The crush you had was starting to get unavoidable, it didnât really help that you literally had sex with him just hours earlier. You should probably have an actual conversation with him, touch base on feelings, maybe even ask him out? It all felt so quick, you still barely knew anything about him but you guys just⊠clicked.
You felt a big nudge to the shoulder.
âHello? We gotta get going!â Aminata snapped in front of your face.
Shit, his match being over meant you guys were next, âSorry, Iâm just tired todayâ you lied.
All of you gathered your stuff as you walked to gorilla, the triangle of madness would do their entrance first so you still had time to look at each others makeup and make sure you all looked as good as you possibly could.
You strapped your belt around your waist when you noticed Austin talking to someone, you stared at the card tattoo on his shoulder as Jamie and Aminata went through the curtains to do their tag team entrance. Biting your lip, you called him over.
He was completely covered in sweat from his match, and honestly, it was the hottest thing you think youâve ever seen. So hot in fact that you didnât hear your music start to play.
âHey champ! Good luck tonightâ he said with the biggest smile on his face, the after glow of winning a match was clearly affecting him.
âOh thanks, you did a great job out thereâ you sheepishly replied. You swear his smile got bigger as he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it, âyour music is playing by the wayâ he quickly whispered in your ear.
You urgently grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. âI wanna talk after, meet me later?â He did a little finger gun at you, âAlready ahead of yaâ
What did he mean by that?
ââââââ
Luckily you were quick to lock in and look as confident as possible as you did your entrance, even though you were definitely like twenty seconds later to que than usual.
The match was way more intense than you expected: Jamie got put through the announcers desk, Aminata knocked out Julia Hart with a headbutt and was currently fending off Skye Blue on the outside of the ring, leaving just you and Thekla as the legal women.
You swear you had given her everything you had, you did your own finisher on her twice now but the spider just wouldnât stay down. Insecurity started to kick in quick as you caught your breath in the corner, what if you lost this? What if you get pinned a week after winning the championship? No, you were the AEW womenâs world champion, you HAVE to think of something, think think think.
Thekla was getting up from the middle of the ring, you had to do something, any move, anything, right now, so without thinking, you did a move. You did The Fold.
1, 2, 3. You won.
Instead of feeling like a winner though, you stared blankly in horror at Theklas tired body, what the did you just do? The replay played on the screens all around you, you faintly heard Bryan Danielson on commentary say âI think, I think she just did Ace Austinâs finisher!â
No no no, the internet will be buzzing instantly, Jamie and Aminata will question you into oblivion, out of all the moves you couldâve done, you did his move. There was no amount of explanation that could get you out of this one.
The referee hands you your title, holding your hand high as Aminata rolls into the ring to hug you, she definitely didnât see what happened yet.
The two of you gather up Jamie and head to the back, Aminata takes Jamie to the doctors room to get her an ice pack while you rush to the womenâs locker room.
Once you get there, you instantly crumble to the floor, putting your head in your hands. Literally what could you possibly say to explain yourself, to the girls, to Austin, to everyone. You went to rub your sore arm, finally feeling the effects of the match, when you feel something in the sleeve of your gear.
Quickly, you pull it out. An ace of spades with writing on the back:
Meet me outside the menâs locker room
Did he seriously put a card up YOUR sleeve when he kissed the back of your hand, and you didnât even notice?!
Throwing on a big shirt over your gear, you head over to the mens locker room. If you wanted start explaining things, itâd be best to start with him.
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Watching the beginning of your match on the monitors, Austin was anxiously playing with the ends of his wrist tape he still hadnât taken off. He honestly had no clue what the two of you were, but he knew he desperately wanted to ask you out.
He took a quick shower, not wanting to smell bad whenever you finally found the card under your sleeve and (hopefully) stopped by the locker room. Got dressed, and sat down just in time to catch the ending of your match. You looked frantic the corner, he was anticipating you to hit a third finisher on Thekla. What he wasnât expecting was for that finisher to be his.
âââââ
You knocked on the door twice, after a moment, the door opened and you were quickly yanked into the room.
âOk so usually when someone wants to adopt someone elseâs finisher as their own they ask before handâ Ace said as he closed the door behind you. Grinning big as he practically caged you in against the wall.
âFirstly that was an accident and secondly I thought the cards were supposed to be up your sleeve, not mine!â
âThe cards can be up anyoneâs sleeve thatâs like the whole pointâ he laughed, turning away from you to go sit on a nearby chair, you did the same.
âListen I wanted to talk because I feel like things have moved weirdly fast between us and honestly I donât really know what this isâ you started. âI havenât really been able to get you off of my mind this entire week, and maybe that fact scares me because Jamie and Aminata would kill me if they knew I liked you but-â
âWhy would they kill you for liking me?â
âI donât know they really want to uphold this pretty, confident, untouchable, image of ours. And um, they think you look like a hot topic employee who doesnât deserve a girl like meâ you ranted, maybe being a little too honest.
âTheyâre not wrong I did work at a hot topic for a whileâ he shrugged, âbut what does that have to do with what I do and donât deserve? What about what you want?â
You had to think about that. Maybe you had let their desire of having a perfect, untouchable image get to you. Maybe you were scared if you did anything outside of that, theyâd disown you and kick you out of the group. Maybe you were letting fear control you.
Taking your silence as an answer of sorts, Austin grabbed your hand. âI asked you to meet me here because I also havenât been able to get you out of mind this weekâ he began, âI watched some of your interviews and matches and honestly I think youâre the coolest girl on the roster.â His compliment made you smile.
âI donât know if that means I deserve you in your friends eyes, but if youâd like to get dinner sometime and see where this goes, Iâm hereâ He said sweetly, giving your hand an assuring squeeze.
âI did say we have good chemistryâ you laughed, âIâd like that a lot, but could we keep it lowkey? Until I can warm the girls up on the thought of us together?â
âSure, weâll keep it lowkeyâ He said smiling, kissing the side of your head. âGood luck explaining to them why you did my finisher thoughâ
Patting your back teasingly, he stood up to grab his bags as you put your head in your hands in embarrassment. This conversation made you forget you did that, what were you gonna say to them?
âYou did it pretty well, Iâd give it 5 starsâ his words make a mischievous spark ignite in you again.
â5 stars? Does that mean I canât ask you to train me how to do it better?â You pouted.
He walked back over to you, backpack over his shoulder. âOh I can definitely train you, but I might get a little touchyâ he grinned as he brought you in for a short and sweet kiss.
âThat can be our second date thenâ you grinned back. Maybe, just maybe, if you played your cards right, it would all work out.
You finally get a moment alone with Austin, better to capitalize on it now than later
-> MDNI! Smut, Afab reader, creampie, slight exhibitionism, quickie, Austin tries to be a gentleman (kinda).
Austin was sitting in catering with âSpeedballâ Mike Bailey as he did one of his weekly vlogs, talking to the camera about his match tonight. Austin wasnât really focused on what Speedball was saying, his mind had been on you all week.
He felt bad about the encounter you guys had last week, making himself look like an idiot in front of a girl like you made him cringe in embarrassment, but at least he didnât get his ass totally kicked in front of you, that wouldâve been 10x more embarrassing.
Since then, youâve been the only thing on his mind. He didnât believe in love at first sight but something about you was just stuck in his head, and you hadnât even said one word to him. You, Jamie Hayter, and Queen Aminata were like the popular girls of AEW. The three of you had all the gold (well, except the TBS championship), always wore matching outfits, and ran circles around the other girls in AEW. Ace couldnât think of one thing you guys DIDNâT have (besides the TBS championship). Maybe it was those things that made him want you, you seemed totally unattainable.
Youâre THE womenâs world champion, and he didnât know how the math works but somehow that made you 100x hotter than you already were in his eyes. He couldnât get the image of you at that interview out of his head: the cute glare you gave him, the smudged eye makeup from the match you just had, the glitter and confetti all over your body, sticking to your sweat soaked skin, your gear being stuck so nicely to your skin because of said sweat, making your hips and breasts look SO good, he just wanted to-
âAlsooo, my boy Austin here was popular on Twitter this week, werenât you?âSpeedball said, panning his tiny camera to fit Austin in the frame.
He had to blink a few times to realize where he was again, way too lost in thought about you. âWhat?â He looked at the camera as speedball grinned
âYouâve been shipped, youâre in a ship nowâ
Austin laughed it off, a little confused still,âWhat do you mean? Shipped with who?â
Speedball grinned even more âWith our new AEW womenâs world champion, people on twitter thought your little stare down was cute, I think I even saw an edit of itâ
Austin looked in horror at speedball, an edit? It was like a 20 second clip how could people be making edits of that? Also, people ship it? Like they think you and him look good together? Does that mean he has a chance at asking you out?
He laughs it off âIâve seen none of this actually, um⊠I donât know what to say, do you think it was cute?â
âIâm not an expert but I think you guys would have great chemistryâ speedball laughed, not answering the question directly.
ChemistryâŠ
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It was a morning full of media for you, you had started the day with a zoom interview for a local news station and were currently wrapping up a solo interview for AEWs YouTube channel. Jamie and Aminata texted you that the photoshoot the three of you were scheduled to do later in the day was pushed to⊠30 MINUTES FROM NOW?You hadnât even had a chance to eat breakfast yet.
(Jamie: oh also could you stop by our locker room and grab my daisy earrings? I forgot them. Thx love <3)
Texting them back that youâd be there as soon as you could, you started the long walk towards the elevators.
The week had been so busy you felt like you couldnât catch a break, it didnât help that you spent so much free time stalking Austins Instagram, staring at the loads of photos of him shirtless⊠did he ever wear a shirt? You werenât sure. But he consumed every non-title related thought you had, was it even natural to want a guy so bad when you hadnât even said one word to him?
Your mind went blank when you saw him in front of the elevators, you mentally pouted at the fact he had a shirt on.
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âAre they secretly dating? The look they gave each other was hot!! AEW needs to capitalize on thisâ
Austin scrolled endlessly at the comments of the interview clip from last week, itâs not like much even happened but the crumbs of a potential romantic storyline had everyone talking. Maybe he should talk to Tony to see if a romantic storyline was even a possibility.
He shut his phone off as he got closer to the elevators, he had just came back from the weirdly small gym the arena had, wanting to get a quick workout in before shooting some promos. As he pressed the button to go down, the sound of platform heels approaching made him turn around a little too quickly.
Time stood still as he burned the image of your figure in his mind. You were wearing an off the shoulder top that showed off just enough cleavage that he could see the lace of your bra peak through, not to mention the cutest denim pleated skirt that covered everything it needed to but was short enough that if he were to bend you over, heâd get a full view of your round ass. His gym shorts got a little uncomfortable all of the sudden.
âOh my gosh, hi! Itâs nice to formally meet youâ you stretched out your hand for him to shake.
He swallowed as he took it âHey! Sorry about last week, itâs nice to meet you tooâ your hand felt so small in his, so soft.
The elevator doors opened and the both of you walked in, âyou heading to the locker rooms too?â He asked. You nodded as he pressed the first floor button.
The air in the elevator felt tense, the musky mix of his cologne and sweat making you feel intoxicated. Austin stared at the floor, trying to think of something to say before he lost this chance to talk to you. âDid you see theyâre shipping us online?â Out of all the things he couldâve said, he said that?
You were taken aback by the sudden question, and answered without thinking. âYeah, they said weâd be cute together, like some kind of popular girl x loser guy tropeâ your eyes widened when you said it, immediately taking it back.
âWait no, I donât mean youâre a loser but like I saw comments saying that, I donât think youâre a loser I actually think youâre-â
âHey, I get what you meant donât worry about itâ He laughed, rubbing your shoulder as your cheeks flushed. âYouâre cuteâ
You wanted to melt into a pile of goo, he thinks youâre cute? If Jamie and Aminata saw how flustered you were right now theyâd probably be hit you over the head with a chair. Wait a minute, Jamie and Aminata. They were busy, preparing for the photo shoot on the other side of the arena. You felt heat pool between your legs as an idea began to form. You had some time to yourself, time that the girls wouldnât know about and time Austin could fillâŠ
âDo you wanna test something?â You bravely asked, looking at him with a sudden excitement in your eyes.
âTest what?â
âOur chemistry, see if everyone online is rightâ
Austin felt like he misheard you, did you just ask him if he wanted to fuck?
âââââââââ
The two of you hurriedly walked through the busy hallways, Ace had no clue where you were taking him but hoped you reached your destination soon because he didnât know how much longer he could resist pulling you into a supply closet and getting in between your thighs.
You stopped in front of the womenâs locker room, peaking in to make sure no one was in there.
Austin looked nervous, âI canât go in hereâ he said.
âWhat are you? a vampire?â
âItâs the womenâs locker room thatâs like the one place a guy isnât allowed!â
âNo oneâs in here donât worry about it, plus I need to grab something in here, just shut the door behind youâ
You pulled him in the room a little too quickly though, he tried to nudge the door shut with his foot but didnât fully get there, leaving the door open just a crack.
He didnât know why or where you were getting this confidence from, but he wasnât mad at it. You pushed him against the back wall and crashed your lips against his, the kiss felt electric, the mix of excitement for doing something you know your friends wonât approve of and the feeling of his big hands holding your waist so tightly made you dizzy.
Your tongues danced together sweetly as you made out, maybe people online were right, you guys did have chemistry, kissing him felt so natural to you, you wanted to do it all day.
Just as his hands began to go lower, about to lift your skirt, the buzz of your phone snapped you into reality. You stepped away from him to look at it.
Shit. It had already been 10 minutes since the girls texted you, and it would take at least 7 minutes to get to where the photo shoot if you really hurried, that left you with only 13 minutes to enjoy this secret rendezvous with Austin. But that doesnât even include the time it will take to touch up your makeup or fix your outfit. He saw the anxious expression on your face.
âIs everything ok?â
âYeah yeah yeah um, I have like 10 minutes before I have to leave for a photo shoot actually so unfortunately we have to make this quickâ you looked at him apologetically, you really wanted to savor every moment of this indulgence. âOh also please try not to ruin my outfit⊠or makeupâ
He smiled devilishly as he picked you up effortlessly, sitting you on the end of a nearby table that was against the wall, he was most definitely gonna mess up your outfit and makeup. The table was almost like a makeshift vanity with the right side having a big mirror attached to the wall, luckily no oneâs makeup bags were on it so you had it all to yourselves.
His lips found yours again quick, kissing you with more urgency this time. As much as he loved the feeling of your soft lips, he was desperate to make the most of this. He pulled down his gym shorts as your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Leaving him in just his boxers.
God, his body looked so stunning, you whimpered just looking at him. He was still a little damp with sweat from his earlier workout, making you wish you had the time to shower with him after this. He flipped you over onto your stomach, perfectly bending you over the table. His thought from the elevator was right, bending you over did give him a perfect view of your ass, so perfect that he wanted to take a photo of it and keep it in his wallet. Grabbing a handful of it would have to do for now.
He took a deep breath to collect himself, he had to focus here with the time restraint you had given him, he pulled his boxers down and pushed your (impossibly) soaked panties to the side. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and whispered in your ear.
âYou didnât give me the best opportunity to shut the door, so itâs not fully closed right now,â your blood went cold as you turned to the left to look at the door, he wasnât lying, the door really wasnât fully shut. He continued, âyou better be quiet unless you want one of your friends to come in and tell everyone how the âloser guyâ rearranged your insidesâ
He let go of your hair as his thick cock pushed inside, you covered your mouth to hide the whimpers you wanted to let out from the delicious pain of the stretch. He didnât go easy on you either, starting a rough pace as soon as he had bottomed out.
His hands gripped your waist tight, your ass was so perfectly framed by your skirt, he didnât know if he had the heart to let this be just a quickie. You were just so warm, and you felt so you good around him.
It felt like you were losing your mind, the fear that someone might walk in was on the forefront of your mind, but it was only making you wetter. Slick gushing down your thighs as Austins hips met yours repeatedly. You couldnât stay still, upper body squirming around and scratching at the hard surface of the table, doing anything to try to stay quiet. He was somehow hitting all the right spots, you didnât know if this counted as chemistry or just pure magic at this point. The sensation of it all was so overwhelming.
You finally looked to the right, where the mirror was, you had honestly forgotten it was there. Austin swear he almost came at the sight of your fucked out face in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged, a line of drool connected from your lips down to a small puddle on the table, the flush on your cheeks was as red as ever, your eyes were glossy, you were doing your absolute best to keep quiet but didnât notice the small moans you were letting out, you were the most beautiful thing Austin had ever seen.
He lowered his head down to yours, staring back at you in the mirror. The only sounds coming from your sloppy pussy. âI swear the quieter you are, the louder your pussy isâ he teased. You looked at his reflection with the biggest puppy dog eyes heâs ever seen. Your hand reaching behind to grab his âI-I canâtâ you quietly whined, ââm gonna cumâ
It was like you were trying to drag his arm somewhere. It finally clicked to him what you wanted. He kissed the back of your head, âdonât worry baby Iâll help you outâ he assured as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting just enough pressure that it was hard for you to make any loud sounds at all. His pace got faster, getting close to his own high. It all felt so primal, so dirty, the both of you loved it.
Your nails dug into his arm as you came, he made sure the headlock was tight enough so you wouldnât make noise, it was the most blissfully dizzying feeling youâve ever felt. He could say the same, his hips slowing down as he came deep inside you. You could feel his hot breathes on the back of your shoulder as he rested his head there.
ââm sorry, I shouldâve asked before cumming inside but I didnât wanna ruin your pretty outfitâ he slurred between breaths.
âItâs ok, I wouldâve let you do it anywayâ you smiled. The both of you laid there, awkwardly bent over, for what felt like a while.
âSo, do you think we have good chemistry?â
âHonestly Iâm not sure, I think we may need to test it out moreâ
You looked at your phone, 5 minutes until you are supposed to be at the photo shoot.
(You: hey girls Iâm gonna be a little late, I ran into some trouble in the locker room but Iâll be there ASAP!)
ok I was inspired by the recent Regina George x Rodrick crackship fanart and after watching Ace Austin vs Bryan Keith (and the Hey! EW Ace Austin episode) I realized that Ace Austin totally counts as a âweirdâ alt kid kinda like Rodrick so um yeah this will be a weird version of that if that makes sense?
Youâre kind of a popular girl in the womenâs division and Austin is the alt newbie that you suddenly canât get out of your mind, but you know your friends wouldnât approve of him soooo
-> SFW, fem!reader, Insecure reader, Jamie Hayter and Queen Aminata are your mean girl besties (this is also like my first real fic so if it sucks give me a pass plz)
âAND NEW AEW WOMENS WORLD CHAMPION-â
The crowd roared as you rose your new belt high, after the most taxing match of your life, you finally were the womenâs world champion.
Of course you couldnât have done it without your little group of Queen Aminata and Jamie Hayter, the three of you had been together for months and with you as the new champ now, and them as the inaugural womenâs tag team champions, you guys were 100% on top of the womenâs division.
After the match you get prepared for a quick post match interview with Renee, Aminata swipes a few pieces of sweat-soaked hair out of your face as the cameras begin to roll.
âI am here backstage with our new AEW womenâs world champion and I have to ask, how does it feel?â
âWell Renee firstly Iâd like to thank Jamie and Aminata for having my back this entire time, I wouldnât be standing here as champ if it wasnât for their encouragement and-â
A loud clash of metal comes out of nowhere, the camera pans to the left right when Big Bill throws Ace Austin over a big storage box, yelling at him about god knows what. The moment Bill turns around in triumph though, Ace comes flying at him, jumping on his back and putting him in a headlock. Bill tries to fight out of it by getting Aceâs arm off his neck but the choke is in there tight, he stumbles backwards until Aceâs back hits a wall, making him let go and fall to the floor. Bill takes a short moment to catch his breath but Ace is quick to grab a nearby metal pipe and hit him in the back with it repeatedly until the giant finally falls to floor.
Heavily breathing and slightly stumbling, Ace finds himself next to you and Renee, who are both looking at him with shock and confusion.
âSorry ladies, I didnât mean to umâŠâ he gestures to Bill then scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He takes a moment to look at the camera, then at Renee, and then at you.
The camera zooms in on the two of you, honestly youâre a little offended he interrupted your interview, killing the mood of your achievement, but you also canât help but realize how pretty his eyes are as they stare at you apologetically.
Ace Austin, new guy in AEW and apparently already starting trouble. You had seen the announcement post of him being signed and thought his heart shaped sunglasses and playing card in his mouth were a little silly, what was his gimmick? Gambling?
Seeing him up close though, you certainly saw the appeal. He was only wearing shorts so you could get a nice good look at his nice strong arms, fit torso, the most insane thighs youâve ever seen on a man⊠he definitely had the base model to be a superstar. But unlike most buffed out, âmacho manâ wrestler types, he was different. Alternative, you would say. His grown out purple hair, his gauged ears, his cute little bandanna that covered his forehead⊠wait, cute?
After what was probably the most awkwardly tense stare down poor Renee had ever seen, Ace finally blinks himself out of a trance and pats your belt twice as it sits on your shoulder. With a smile he says âCongrats on the new championshipâ nods, and leaves.
You touch where his hand was on your championship and realize he left behind a card, an ace of hearts, was this his version of an apology gift?
(Also where the fuck did it come from, he didnât have any sleeves to pull a card out of!!!)
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âI canât believe he ruined your moment like that, I mean I understand needing to brawl it out with someone sometimes but youâre the new womenâs champion!â Jamie ranted while pacing back and forth in the locker room as you unlaced your boots, Aminata nodded her head in agreement with her âPlus, I donât like that look he gave you at the end there, it was like he was wanted to eat you up, he could never handle your juiciness! Especially not with that haircut of his.â Aminata said. The juicy part made you laugh, Aminata loved to call everyone juicy, you think itâs her favorite word at this point.
âWait, what do you mean he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me up?â You asked, surprised by the accusation. âWere you paying attention? He looked you up and down like you were a meal, it was probably the closest heâs ever gotten to a girlâ.
You guess you werenât paying attention, since you were kinda doing the same thing to him. You felt your cheeks get hot as you traced the edges of the playing card he left behind before putting it in your bag. It was just a short little moment between you and him, you donât know why itâs now glued to your brain, especially when you literally just won the AEW womenâs world championship. That should be your main focus.
âYouâre not gonna throw that card away?â Jamie asked, eyeing you suspiciously. You felt your cheeks get hotter, this time with embarrassment. âWell even though he kinda killed the moment, itâs still a nice memento of the night, no?â Jamie and Aminata looked at each other like they were secretly communicating something, then Jamie spoke, âI guess soâ she shrugged.
As you and the girls showered and packed up for the night, you looked at the title in your hands. In all honesty, you were scared to be holding it, scared you wonât live up to everyoneâs standards, especially Jamie and Aminatas. They werenât the traditional, covered in pink, mean girls, but they definitely would tell you their brutality honest opinions when they felt like it and you had to adapt to their (sometimes) borderline rude encouragement they gave you while training and wrestling. They put you on a pedestal you didnât think you deserved to be on, but fake it til you make it right?
The last thing you wanted was for them to be disappointed in you, or even worse, turn on you. The last group you were apart of turned on you and honestly you still havenât recovered, Jamie and Aminata befriended you and helped you feel comfortable in your own skin again, and now theyâve built you up to the point youâre the champion of AEW. Your insecurities were already eating you alive and youâve only been champion for 3 hours.
On top of that pressure, you know if you let these new (and honestly random) butterflies in your stomach blossom into something more for that Ace Austin guy, Jamie and Aminata will side-eye you until the end of time. It wouldnât look good for your image anyway if you were with a weird guy like him, so shoving your butterflies to the side is probably best.
pairing:Â ace austin x fem!reader
warning(s):Â 18+, some good ol' thigh riding, tipsy reader
word count:Â 1.3kÂ
a/n:Â if no one else is going to write it, i will. my first post so boy am i excited (and nervous.) based loosely on XD by BETWEEN FRIENDS. written after collision last night, loosely proof read since i'm so excited to post. hope you enjoy xx
Come over?
You stared at the text, the corners of your vision blurring. It was from hours ago, when you were in a mix of makeup and finishing off a bottle of wine.Â
An Uber was minutes away and the cold night air nipped at your thighs, the skirt you were wearing flipping at the edge. Music from the bar was muffled behind the brick walls, occasionally breaking through when someone stepped out the door for a smoke.Â
It was late, but when the car arrived and you shuffled into the backseat, you texted him back. Hope youâre up. OMW.Â
And he was. You jogged up the steps to his condo door, breath turning into smoke with each panted breath. When you reached the top, the door came open without a courtesy knock. Just him â a pair of jogging shorts and no shirt. He knew. This was a dance that happened many times before. But this time, you led.Â
âExpecting me?â You teased as you stepped over the threshold and into his condo, the warmth swallowing you, and you were quick to discard the shearling coat, tossing it to the closest armchair.Â
Austin chuckled as he shut the door, flipping the lock. âJust know that I was waiting up for some chick.âÂ
You hummed with a smirk, turning to face him. âWell, Iâm glad that I beat her here.âÂ
You dropped yourself on the sofa cushions, watching as he eyed you with a smile. His steps felt slow as he crossed the rug and to the sofa, lowering down next to you. You shifted, dragging a knee up, the skirt riding up to reveal more of your skin.Â
His leg pressed against your knee and the heat in your lower stomach was ever so present. Every conversation that night with friends was about this, about the will-they-wonât-they situation you found yourself in. Every drink you thought about him, his number in your phone burning a hole in your purse. The wine went straight from the bottle to your veins and the only thing it beckoned was need.Â
And he was the one thing you wanted. Bated breath, glossy and dark eyes, your lingering gaze on every inch of his exposed skin â it was obvious.Â
âWhat? You gonna send her away?â His eyes lingered on you. It was a joke, but that small part of your brain that was spinning couldnât let it go.Â
âIâm not good at sharing,â you said, a blush creeping up the back of your neck before crossing the distance between you and him, pressing your mouth against his.Â
Austin chuckled against your mouth before sinking into the kiss, his hand raising up to touch your face as his lips dragged across yours. He tasted like mint and it rushed to your head. The end of every nerve in your body on its edge. Your hands reached out to touch him, gliding over the warm skin of his abdomen as your tongue slipped into his mouth.Â
And then you felt him react â his hand left your face and slid to your waist, anchoring his hand and pulling you forward. Your lips didnât break from his as you leaned your weight against him. Close wasnât close enough. You pushed harder against him, pressing him to the armrest of the sofa as you pulled your knees under you.Â
You could feel his fingers across your skin, sliding underneath your top to press his palm flush against your chest. A moan slipped from your mouth and he circled his tongue with yours, sucking at your bottom lip before releasing it with a groan.Â
âThis what you wanted, baby?â He teased, fingers digging into the material of your bra, kneading at your chest.Â
âFuck,â you whispered. You slid your knees forward, the cushion shifting as you placed your knees on either side of his hips. âYes,â you swallowed your admission as you kissed him again, lips sloppy against his.Â
A small whimper left your mouth when his hand left your chest, but when he touched you again, he was pulling at the material of your skirt, tugging it up as he gripped at your ass, his fingerprints leaving marks across the skin.Â
You instinctively leaned into his touch, pressing back against his hand while he trailed a kiss to your jaw, and then your neck. You rocked against his hand, his fingers trailing under the band of your flimsy panties, and you felt the friction grow between your arousal and his thigh under you.Â
âOh fuck,âÂ
âThat feel good, baby? Yeah?â He asked with a teasing tone, a smirk. He already knew the answer.Â
His shorts had ridden up his thighs, revealing their glory, and you loved them. You loved them when he pulled you onto his lap, when your nails dug into the muscle as he fucked you into your mattress, when he straddled your body to cum on your tits. But all you wanted to do was ride them.Â
Sliding a knee between his legs and lowering onto his thigh, you grinded your hips back and forth along the rippled muscles. His hands guided you, the other coming to your hip, pressing down so your flush against him, shamelessly grinding.Â
His eyes dropped down and he could see your slick coating your panties. âAll worked up for me, huh?âÂ
âFeels so good,â you were able to find the words as a strangled moan left your mouth after.Â
You didnât even think â hips gliding back and forth, chasing the rough drag of the lace panties against your clit. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, the cold metal of his chain against your chest and it burned you from inside out.Â
âYou are so fucking hot, riding me like this.â He groaned, hand shooting up to cup the back of your head. âWant any piece of me you can get, huh?âÂ
And you groaned, teeth nicking at his throat. He was irresistible and he knew it.
He raised his leg, propping up his knee, and you felt the sudden shift, lace tugging harder between your legs and you gasped. The coarse fabric dragged across your clit in a delicious burn and it made you want more, more.Â
Your fingers crept into the space between the sofa and cushion, hooking over the material to give you more support to rut back and forth. Your hips gyrated, any and every direction, as the coil in your belly tightened. Everything felt so raw but the pleasure was maddening.Â
Every word tumbled out of your mouth in a whisper, in a prayer.Â
âFuck, fuck,â you whimpered, body running into overdrive as you focused on his hands, on the heat licking up your spine.Â
Austin groaned as he felt how wet you were, gliding across his skin, coating his shorts. âSo fucking needy,â he breathed out, fingers digging into the meat of your hip, âwant it so bad, right baby?âÂ
And there was no hesitation in your nod. Your hips jerked faster, more desperate. There was no shame in your bones. He made you want and want until you came undone, ripped at the seams.Â
It hit like a flash of lightning â your body jerking against his, thighs clenching around him. You cried out as you came, finally feeling the release you had been chasing. The world went white and you tightened your eyes as you rocked against him once more, aimlessly grinding out your own end.Â
His arms rounded your hips, holding you closer as you felt your breathing steady.Â
âI got you baby, I got you,â he assured and you raised your head to look at him. Just like you â cheeks pink and swollen lips parted, and you kissed him.Â
There was an ease, but you knew that it was just the beginning. There was the rest of the night ahead and you were both night owls.Â
âDo you wanna-â and he cut you off with a raised eyebrow. He glanced down to his shorts and you sat up, looking down to see the wet spot on his shorts that wasnât from you. There was an instant grin on your face. âDid you get off on getting me off?â
a/n: I initially was going to write this for Cody Rhodes but i feel like it fits austin more. this is going to be somewhat short and definitely not proofread.
description: Itâs your first night at AEW after being in WWE and Austin is very excited youâre there.
I was walking down the halls of the arena still taking everything in. My first televised match since leaving WWE, against Jaime Hayter of all people. Nervous was not the word. More importantly, my first night working with my boyfriend, Austin, who may have been more excited than I was.
I was scrolling through spotify to find a song to either calm my nerves or something to hype me up for my match. When I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me and my feet leave the ground as I was spun around. âHi gorgeousâ Austin smiled as he set me back on the ground. âHi handsomeâ I smiled back pecking him on the lips. âYou excited for your match tonight? TNT championshipâs a big deal!â I wrapped my arms around his neck, too comfortable with him to care who saw. âVery, but Iâm more excited to be with you tonight.â He replied whilst leaving small kisses on my cheeks, his arms still wrapped around me lovingly.
He does this any chance he gets for no rhyme or reason, he holds he in his arms like iâll slip away with the breeze. Kisses littered all over my face like if he doesnât there will be no proof we were ever together. Itâs adorable really, his constant want to be near me without a care in the world. Itâs one of the things I love about him.
âI like the way you hold me.â I whispered as I ran my fingers through the hair at nape of his neck. âHuh?â He asked centimeters from my face cocking his head to the side slightly, still refusing to let me go or . âYou hold me like someoneâs gonna walk in here and pull me away from you. Iâm not going anywhere.â I giggled as he blushed at my sentiments âYeah I know that, but I love having you like this, all to myselfâ he breathed as he leaned in to kiss me. âAUSTIN!â Juice yelled as he and Austin Gunn came barreling down the hall interrupting us before he could kiss me. âYouâre up next man, Hey Y/N!â Austin huffed out of breath, him and Juice both choosing to wave at me even though they stood a foot away from me at most. âIâll be right back I promise, I love you so much baby.â He mumbled in between kisses as he released me from his grip and slowly began to step away from me. âOkay, I love you too Ace, good luck!â I laughed as he ran towards gorilla.
âWhat am I going to do with himâ I thought to myself as I watched him run away.
fin.
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