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coleskingdom · 25 days

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Bang Bang BBQ

Jay White x F Reader

Minors DNI 18+

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“Which one of you is manning the grill today?” Colten asked walking into the backyard with a cooler. Jay was busy spraying his beloved plants, while I was prepping the grill. “ She is” spraying me with the mister. “ I learned a long time ago not to argue with her over the grill, potato salad , iced tea or what goes in chili. She might brand me if I tried to take those tongs away from her.” his attention solely dedicated to the marigolds. “ I like her meat better anyway….” Jays glare on Colten “ I mean her cooking “ I laughed at the scene, Austin in a pool floaty, Juice coming down the slide in to the pool. Colten in trouble as usual,, and Jay relaxed mostly. “ Jay leave him be, bless his heart” as I put the steaks on the grill.

Jay came up behind me “ if I leave him alone, then my attention is going to be solely on you” I jumped when I felt an ice cube, between his lips as he ran it down my neck. “Behave” I whispered, “ No” as he dropped the cube down my back. “ You’re the one who wanted to have a bbq remember” as I turned to face him, “True but you weren’t thrilled with the idea of Toronto and being without me. So this was the compromise a few steaks, a few drinks, some sunshine, the boys it’s going to be fun.” Kissing me, and slapping my ass as he went to jump in the pool.

The afternoon passed easily and I was setting the table for dinner , all the stuff I knew they loved but didn’t treat themselves to. Steak and chicken , potatoes, corn, cole slaw, banana pudding . “Boys dinners ready” the conversation flowed easily as everyone filled their plates. “ Jay says that it was his promo skills that made you fall for him. Is that true?” Colten asked cutting into his steak “ No, that would’ve meant that. I fell for King Switch and not Jay” my hand reaching for Jays. “ Now that is some revisionist history” Juice choked out “Truth is boys , there was no separation between King Switch and Jay. Do you remember the promo you cut on Great O Khan, and her face turned so red, I don’t even think they’d been on a date yet. He was talking about how he was the dominator, and to get on your knees open your mouth . Hell phantasmo didn’t know what to say. Hell she didn’t know where to look.” his laughter cutting off the story. “ Juicey, she can tell her version, and I’ll know what really happened.” His wink made the table laugh squeezing my hand.

Juice could tell by my face that I really wanted the topic dropped “ Boys, I think I’ve got that video bookmarked” his eyebrows wiggling at me, I loved and hated everything that Juice was at times like this. I started to get up from the table to get something from the kitchen, when Jay leaned over to whisper “Stay, he’s just messing with you, besides that promo brings back some memories “his grin mischievous as a wave of heat ran through me. Juice managed to play the promo over the Bluetooth speaker, Colten and Austin couldn’t stop laughing at the King Switches Bitch, meanwhile my mind drifted to a different set of memories. I had never been one for casual hookups but there was something about the aura of King Switch when he came to pick me up for dinner that night we never made it. I had been so forward that night driven by pure lust, I knew even if it was a one night thing I would’ve had no regrets about being King Switch’s Bitch.

About the third time through, Jay looked at me and nodded we both got up from the table. Juice clearly entertaining the boys .

“Jay what are you doing ?” as he pulled me inside the pantry, his mouth on mine kissing me deeply. “ Sweet girl, if they only knew, who the real dominator in this relationship is.” his hands reaching for the strings of the bikini top, untying it as his hands moved , down my body. “ that I may be King Switch but I’ve always been your bitch” as his mouth moved down my breast grazing his teeth along it, he planted hurried kisses, down my stomach,his arm swiping items off the counter as he picked me up and put me there. “Jay someone is gonna hear us” my words coming out shaky, as he undid the swimsuit bottom. “ It wouldn’t be the first time Juice had heard us, I’d dare the other two to even mention it. “ his beard nuzzling the inside of my thigh,his hands parting my legs, “ Sweet girl, I’m on my knees , my eyes open, thanking you” as his mouth found my clit, I moaned my hands in his hair, he continued licking and sucking, my hands pulling him in deeper. “ Jay, please need you” he continued until my legs started to tremble. He inserted two fingers pumping in and out his forearm flexing his mouth sucking a little harder as I came hard, his mouth and fingers fucking me through it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, if we had more time, I’d fuck you properly.” kissing my thigh. He handed me a bottle of water, as he cleaned me with paper towel. He retied my swimsuit, kissed me again as I nuzzled into him. “They’re gonna know” I said into his shoulder his laugh “ Oh sweet girl, there’s no denying it. Absolutely not one bit. “ taking my hand and leading me back outside.

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Tender

Pairing: Jay White/Reader

Warnings/Tags: explicit sex, swearing, angst, praise kink

Words: 4.4k

Complete: Yes

Summary: Sequel to Gentle. Can be read standalone.

"You got to know him better as the months went on. You got to know how he looked after a win; face blossoming like a flower. How he looked after a loss; bushy brows knitted together, his cold eyes transfixed on the ceiling in a deep scowl. The latter happened rarely, so what you saw most nights was that stomach-flipping combination of cocky smirk and twinkling eyes. You wondered how he could do it sometimes; show such a wide range of emotions on a single face. How in one moment he could look simultaneously devilish and angelic."

Author Notes: This was written because @elitehoe said Jay had a praise kink. Secondarily it was written to spite @unlikelywrestlingfan

Tender

You got to know him better as the months went on. You got to know how he looked after a win; face blossoming like a flower. How he looked after a loss; bushy brows knitted together, his cold eyes transfixed on the ceiling in a deep scowl. The latter happened rarely, so what you saw most nights was that stomach-flipping combination of cocky smirk and twinkling eyes. You wondered how he could do it sometimes; show such a wide range of emotions on a single face. How in one moment he could look simultaneously devilish and angelic.

He hadn’t come home in his ring gear again (yet) but you thought about him in it often. Tied up on his hotel room bed everywhere from Philly to Long Island to Osaka. You laid there in your restraints and thought of the way his tights hung around his hips, how his hair grew messier with each passing movement. How he looked like a god between those ropes.

When you weren’t with him, you were watching him. Catching up on all the matches you didn’t get to see live because you were locked away like his little treasure. You probably ought to take offence, that you’d never met his friends or been invited to attend a show despite your years together. But some primal part of you ached with the knowledge that he was possessive of you; that he didn’t want to share you.

Tonight you weren’t tied up physically, but spiritually he had a hold on you; a bond that couldn’t be broken. A silent promise made when he’d said ‘I’ll see you tonight’, and sealed with a chaste kiss to your forehead before he left for the arena.

You spread out on the bed thinking of him, fingers grazing your chest as you lifted the silver switchblade necklace he’d gifted you a month ago. You lifted it to your mouth and worried your lip with it, thinking of how gentle he’d been with you lately.

Something in Jay had changed since that night. A certain tension had left his body and his shoulders hung lower around you now. He fell asleep faster, and lately he’d been more comfortable with you touching him. A squeeze of the hand in public here, a kiss to the cheek around the house there. In a way it felt like you were finally dating for the first time.

But it was Jay’s smile, in those rare moments where he truly let his guard drop, that was like a revelation. His murky eyes turned clear and kind, his smile practically ripped open his face and his teeth glowed in the dark. Always in the dark, usually if you were on top and you said something particularly sweet or stupid. Once you’d said ‘I guess this is why they call you King Switch’ and another time you told him he looked beautiful underneath you.

You knew he would be home soon, and that you should be ready for him when he was, but it was a cold evening and your flannelette pyjamas were warm. And so was the jumper of Jay’s that you were wearing. Not the kind you’d think - a hoodie or a zip-up tracksuit top - it was a charcoal grey knit sweater that he hardly ever wore anymore unless he thought no one else was around. You liked it the most because it had holes at the ends of the sleeves for his thumbs, and the thought of him still doing something so reminiscent of youth seemed so innocent to you.

When he finally came home you were sitting in the middle of the bed, legs pulled up to your chest, worrying at the frayed edge of the jumper. You had something on the TV but you’d kept it muted, because that first note of his musical accent felt like the first moment of a hot shower on a cold winter’s night.

But tonight Jay didn’t say anything to permeate the silence. Immediately, you were worried. Catching up on the history of his career in wrestling meant that you had some context for things that you’d never had before. Like the way that there were certain shows that stressed him out, while others he was excited for. You knew that he’d had an Impact taping tonight, and for Jay those were usually the fun ones. You’d learnt why when you’d learned about his history with the Motor City Machine Guns. You knew Jay was supposed to wrestle them tonight, with Chris Bey in his corner. It should have been the most fun he’d had in a ring in weeks.

But instead of your lover’s musical voice, the first sound to break the silence of the hotel room was the clamour of Jay’s phone hitting the bedside table. You looked up at him, startled, but he didn’t meet your eye. Instead, he dropped his bag in the corner of the room and disappeared into the bathroom.

You felt like you’d been hit with one of Jay’s signature knife-edge chops, from the way his sullen mood sucked the air from your lungs. You turned the television off instinctively, needing less distraction to think. Jay wasn’t one for TV anyway, unless there was basketball on. But somehow you didn’t think that would be enough to lighten his mood tonight.

Thoughts of how best to handle Jay like this swam in your head. Part of you wanted to strip off and entice him to unwind with sex, wait for him on the bed while he showered and hope meeting his primal needs would calm the beast. But, truth be told, you were getting sick of doing that. If nothing else, the night he’d lost that match and told you about it - the first night he’d let you in - had shown you that a lighter touch brought him just as much pleasure as the heavy-handedness of your lovemaking.

You heard the water come on in the shower and you made a decision, following him into the bathroom. You were going to get into the shower with him, talk to him while you absent-mindedly washed his body, and then dry him off and get him to bed. Whatever it was, he would feel better if he got it out and then let the water wash it away.

The only problem was, the moment you stepped into the room and actually saw him again, you lost your nerve. Instead of stripping off and charging into the shower alongside him, you found yourself bending down in your jammies to pick up his discarded clothes off the floor and place them on the counter. You knew you should take them out and put them back in his luggage, but as much as you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him, you also couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room now that you were here.

So instead you perched yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter and eyed him carefully through the frosted shower door. His silhouette seemed to be standing completely still under the spray as the room slowly filled up with steam, only thickening the already stifling air between you.

You weren’t sure if he knew you were there, but you dared not move and draw attention to yourself. Instead, you clutched his clothes to your chest like a lifeline and just watched. And watched. Hoping that he would move for the soap, dip his head to wet his hair; do anything to signal to you that he was okay.

After a few torturous minutes, Jay finally did something. His silhouette moved against the shower wall and sunk down into a heap on the floor, taking your heart with it. The image of Jay sat on the shower floor was a horrifying one, finally enough to spur you into action.

You drop Jay’s clothing onto the bathroom counter and then quickly stripped out of your pyjamas, wrenching the shower door open and climbing in with him before you really had a chance to think it through.

The image of the real Jay, sopping wet like a drowned rat, eyes shut and jaw clenched, was far worse than the Jay you had imagined. You’d seen a lot of emotions pass across Jay’s face, especially lately, but none of them prepared you for the raw disappointment that twisted his features now. He looked so… defeated.

He ran a hand over his face, and without opening his eyes, he asked, “What are you doing in here?”

You should have answered, probably, but instead you sank to the shower floor opposite him, like a mirror. It was cold because he had most of the spray, but in that moment you didn’t care.

You thought back to a time last week, where you’d been out at dinner together. Jay was never one for public displays of affection, but he had bumped his foot against yours enough times for you to catch his eye and realise that it wasn’t by accident.

Now, you tentatively reach out your leg and brush your toes against his calf. He doesn’t look at you, but he lowers his hands away from his face.

Progress, you think, stretching out your leg until it's flush with his. One of Jay's hands finds its way to your leg, running along your calf until it finds your knee, where it settles with a firm squeeze.

You watch the rise and fall of Jay's chest, looking for a sign of what to do next. But he is stubborn as ever, giving nothing away. You've learned now from all the matches you've been watching, that his steely resolve comes from being under the watchful gaze of cameras at all times. Having to be perfection in the ring, striving to never miss a trick.

Huddled on the floor of the shower right now, he looks anything but perfect. But that only makes your affection for him grow. The leg hair he let grow out once he transitioned to long pants in the ring, his hair sticky against his face, fake tan streaking under the water.

Every minute that he doesn't push you away makes you bolder, and you soon find yourself crawling between his legs to press a gentle kiss to his lips. The spray hits your back now and you feel blissfully warm in his arms, sinking into him as he tentatively returns your embrace. You kiss his neck sweetly and feel him relax against you, though only a little.

Neither of you are comfortable, but there's no place you would rather be. You know that soon you will have to get up and drag him with you, help him get cleaned up and then coax him into bed so that he doesn't spend the night staring bitterly at a wall. But for a moment, it's just the two of you.

After a while you reluctantly stand up. His eyes are open now, and his gaze follows you upward. There is something still smouldering behind his eyes, but you can see he's reigning it in for you. You reach out your hands and he takes them. He lifts himself up mostly with his own power, but you appreciate the symbolism of him holding your hands nevertheless.

Once you're both standing you wrap your arms around his waist and tilt your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. But you keep it chaste, because you know it's time for business now.

You reach past him for the bar of soap and slowly begin lathering Jay's body up. He watches you at first, rubbing down his arms and over his chest. When you reach his stomach, his eyes flutter shut and so you bend down to do his legs, paying careful attention to his thighs.

He's half-hard and your face is level with his growing erection, but you ignore it for now. You push yourself back up to your feet and push his hip, indicating for him to turn around. He does easily and the spray rinses his front, while you lather up his back.

When you get to his lower back he makes a small noise, so you work it for a while. You can feel it's tense, but you're not a masseuse and you'd hate to do something to hurt him, so you try to just soothe the sore spots with your palm. You're not sure if it makes a difference, but he leans into your hand, so maybe it's the thought that counts.

He turns back towards you again and this time he swoops down and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips.

When he pulls back, he presses his forehead against yours and looks at you with a ferocity you've never seen before. It's like the allure of a flame, drawing you to it but simultaneously scaring you away.

"I'll get your towel," you say stupidly, feeling drunk on his touch.

You step out of the shower and the cool night air sobers you. You wrap a fluffy white hotel towel around yourself and then get one ready for him.

You hear him turn off the water after a moment, and then he steps out silently and takes the towel from you.

He towels his hair first, tussling it into a frankly adorable mess that contrasts with his chiselled figure. You can't help but smile a little bit watching him, as you dry off your own body.

Jay catches your smile reflected in the bathroom mirror and he smiles briefly back, catching your eye through the mirror.

You get lost in his back muscles for a while as he dries off with his back to you, though you know he's still watching you through the mirror. When you finish drying yourself he's picking up his toothbrush, standing over the sink.

You quickly redress in your pyjamas and disappear into the room to find him a pair of sweatpants. You worry that he'll take this as a sign you don't want to make love, but it's so damn cold and it's bad enough he won't wear a shirt around the house.

When you re-enter the bathroom, Jay is finished brushing his teeth and takes the sweatpants from you without a teasing comment about how neither of you should be wearing clothes.

You leave him in the bathroom to finish his night time routine, returning to your side of the bed. You sit cross-legged waiting for him, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. You're trying to read a tweet, but your brain isn't taking in any of the words.

Jay comes into the room then, and you expect him to join you on his side of the bed. He always sleeps on the left side, you on the right. But tonight he rounds the right side of the bed and sits on the edge beside you. He leans across you, one hand on the middle of the bed. He looks at you for a long time, then past you at the wall.

Jay seems pensive, like he's trying to find the right way to talk to you. For a moment you think he must be about to end things, or pull you into line for the way that you've been with him lately: too gentle, too close, too intimate.

"The ref botched our match tonight," Jay says plainly after a while.

You blink at him, shocked into silence because he's never talked shop with you like this before.

"Sorry," Jay says, which shocks you even more, "those words probably make no sense."

"No," you reply hurriedly, his sad eyes drawing your secret new wrestling hobby from you, "You were meant to wrestle the Guns tonight, right?"

Jay's eyebrows nearly shoot up into his hairline in surprise.

"With Chris Bey, right?" you add.

He nods slowly, his eyes searching your face for where this knowledge has suddenly come from. He doesn't speak, so you continue.

"Were you guys meant to go over?"

His shock only grows with the use of the term "go over". You know that he knows you've been doing your homework. He nods his head.

"So what happened?"

Jay sighs, rubbing his face. "The ref counted three and called for the bell when he wasn't supposed to."

"Oof," you say unthinkingly. It's your genuine reaction, and one of the first times you've ever spoken to him without thinking about your words first, "I bet he copped it for that," you chuckle, thinking of Jay's intensity in the ring.

Jay smiles, another surprise. "He did," Jay admits sheepishly.

You laugh then, leaning forward playfully to kiss Jay. Jay lets you for a moment, then pulls back with an eyebrow raised.

"When did you start watching wrestling?" he asks.

There is mirth in his eyes, which calms your concerns that he would be upset you were watching him without his permission. Still, you feel your face flush with his eyes on you.

"When you started telling me about it," you reply bravely, meeting his eyes.

Jay's brow raises even further, if that's possible. "Do you just watch my matches?"

You blush even deeper. "At first…" you trail off.

Jay's incredulity grows. "And now…?"

Your face feels so red now that you think you must look crazy. You don't want to admit to your little wrestling crush, but you know better than to lie to Jay.

"I really like Orange Cassidy, okay?" you sigh, ducking your head in embarrassment.

You can't bear to look at him, but after a moment you hear him chuckle low and long from his chest. It's such a warm, rare sound.

His hand comes under your chin and he tilts your head up until there's nowhere for you to look but him.

"You started watching just for me?" he asks, voice musical and sweeter than you've heard it with your clothes on.

"Yes," you admit sheepishly.

He surprises you again, this time with a kiss. This one isn't just a kiss, though. It deepens and he tangles his fingers in the back of your hair, leaning over you until you're flat on your back.

When Jay pulls back he has a smirk on his face. "Were you wearing my jacket all night?" he teases.

You nod, breathless and light-headed from the kiss.

Jay just grins and kisses you again, this time climbing on top of you in the same effortlessly fluid way he climbs into a wrestling ring. You didn't think it was possible for you to be more attracted to him, but now that you've watched him wrestle every movement he makes drives you crazy.

He settles in on top of you, his long hair curtaining your face. All of his earlier fire seems gone now, maybe because he's got what happened off his chest. He's in no rush with you tonight, opening up your mouth with his tongue. For now he seems content to press his hard length against you through his clothes and yours, stretched out between your legs.

Jay props himself up on his elbows so that he can tilt his head towards your neck, leaving wet kisses and the occasional love bite for you there.

"Ungh," you moan, "You're so good at that."

Jay's hips shift closer to yours and he stills his lips for a moment.

"What else am I good at?" Jay drawls, before resuming his kisses.

"Well," you begin in a cheeky voice, which disappears nearly immediately as he nips at your jaw, "you're the best wrestler in the world." You meant to say it lightly, but it comes out breathless and dead serious.

To your surprise, that earns you a low growl from Jay and a renewed vigor.

"What else?" he growls in your ear.

His hands are moving lower down your body now and snaking their way into the waistband of your pants. You love it when he touches you, you crave it the moment he's near you, so you'll do anything to get his hand between your legs.

"Talking," you say stupidly.

"Oh?" Jay replies, his fingers dancing just above your clit now. It's agonising, but at the same time you need him to know you're being sincere.

"In the ring," you explain, teeth clenched in frustration as you try not wriggle under his touch because you know he'll punish you for it, "whenever you have a microphone you're so good."

Jay chuckles against your neck, running his finger over your clit for a second and then pulling back.

"Best in the world?" he teases.

"God yes," you reply immediately. "And when you talk to me in bed," you babble.

Jay laughs again, this time nipping at your neck. "Seems like you're doing all the talking tonight."

You moan, turning your head so you can look at him. "So shut me up then," you dare.

But Jay only shakes his head, shit-eating smirk across his face. "I like this side of you," he says easily.

He sits up on his knees between your legs, yanking off your pants without fanfare. He pushes your t-shirt up over your breast and tugs at one of your nipples, then stares down at you with renewed intensity.

"Tell me what else I'm good at," he demands.

You're getting the idea now, seeing his erection leaking against his abs. Of course King Switch would like hearing about how great he is, you think.

You must have smirked at your own thought, because he frowns at you. "Something funny?" he asks darkly.

You shake your head. "I like this side of you too," you say honestly.

Jay flashes a soft smile at you, then his fingers find your entrance.

"Tell me," he orders.

"The way you touch me," you start, and he pushes two fingers deep inside you as a reward. "Just like that," you gasp, back arching off the bed. "You're so good at that."

Jay seems pleased, so he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly. You know it won't keep him sated for long, though, so you start thinking up other compliments to give him while you still have your mental faculties.

"You're so good at fucking me," you say through moans.

You can feel how wet you are around his fingers, and when he pulls his fingers out briefly to suck on them you see them glistening with your juices.

You moan just from seeing him taste you on his fingers, and search your head for another compliment to unleash. It feels like swimming through molasses, trying to collect your thoughts enough to voice them.

"You're so good at eating me out," you tell him breathlessly.

Your reward this time is him pressing his thumb against your clit while he fingers you, working you effortlessly. If he keeps going like this you're going to cum, and you're chasing that orgasm so bad.

"I love the way you tease me," you babble on, "you know exactly how to drive me crazy."

He ups the intensity now, leaning over you and working his hand faster, his mouth hanging open as he stares down at his fingers entering you, focusing completely on your orgasm. It's so flattering, having him forget about his own pleasure just to work on yours. He's never been like this before, so fully focused on you. It feels like it means something, but your pleasure-addled brain is too hazy to figure it out.

"I love how you keep me here all to yourself," you say somewhat mindlessly.

You're getting close now, eyes drifting shut. You turn your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut, knowing he can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers. Knowing that he'll know what it means.

"I love that you take me everywhere with you," you continue, as your stomach starts to grow tense and warm.

"I love it when you let me hold your hand," you gasp as your whole body shudders in pleasure, "when we're out together."

You're so close to the edge, your whole body clenched and ready to release.

"I love it when you tell me about your work," you finally gasp.

When your orgasm hits Jay is there, kissing you through it with abandon, his tongue and teeth finding every corner of your mouth as you rock your hips up into your hand.

The second you finish, he's pressing his length inside you and snapping his hips into yours. He cradles your face in his hands and you grasp his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

His strength is bruising but you wouldn't have him any other way, and you tell him as much, earning a groan from him.

"Yes, God, Jay, you're so good," you chant, earning an even more brutal pace.

Jay's going to cum quickly like this, you know, chasing his orgasm like it's the only thing in the world. Like you're the only thing in the world.

"It's so good," you cry, wrapping your legs around him and arching your back in an effort to get closer to him.

"God, Jay, you're everything," you finally say.

"Fuck," Jay bites out, hips stuttering and then slamming into you one last time as he leans his head back and cums deep inside of you.

He somehow feels deeper inside you than he's ever been, and he stays there for a long moment before his whole body unclenches and he collapses on top of you.

"God you're beautiful," you sigh against his hair.

Jay reaches out and finds your hand, squeezing it tight while his breathing slows. You wonder if he's taken your earlier feedback about the hand-holding thing to heart.

Jay rolls off eventually, laying beside you. But to your immense surprise, he throws one arm over you and settles onto his stomach to sleep close by your side.

You reach out and turn off the lights after a while. Right after you do, Jay turns his head to the side to face you.

"You know," he drawls, his usual sparkle back in his pale green eyes, "You could come to AEW next week…"

It's yet another gesture that Jay wants you in his life, and it knocks the breath from your lungs. Maybe this is what he means when he says breathe with the Switchblade.

Jay grins devilishly. "And I could introduce you to Orange Cassidy."

A fit of giggles engulfs you both and you think to yourself, No, this is what it's like to breathe with the Switchblade.

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