Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
“Do what?” He checked his phone and texted someone back.
“It’s the first time I’ve gotten to tag with you and you wouldn’t let me into the ring. I could have held up my half of the match. You said we had equal skills.”
He hummed and pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry. I thought I was saving showing off your skills for a special occasion.”
“What’s a better occasion than getting to fight with you?”
“I didn’t realize this meant so much to you. It felt normal to me, you having my back. From the floor or in the ring.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see if I can’t talk them into a rematch. One we’ll win together that will give you all the time to show off.” He was slowly swaying with you when some of his drinking buddies showed up. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he told them.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Where are you going? I thought you were taking me to dinner?”
“We ate in catering.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Sorry, baby. I already told them I was going out.”
“Tell them you have to cancel. Please.”
One of the guys waved. “It’s okay, Dolph. We can catch you another day.”
“No. Hang on.” He turned and gripped your shoulders. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve had me all afternoon. We had a great match. We won-“
“You won,” you spat, pushing him away. He growled a warning. “I’ll push you around if I like. That’s what you’ve been doing to me since we started seeing each other. Pushing me aside. Pushing me away. Pushing my career down below yours so you could get the glory.” You batted his hands away as he reached for you. “No. I’ve tried to give you what you need. But have you thought, even for one second, about me?”
“Come on, Y/N. Be reasonable.”
“I’m not going to do anything you say. At all.” You grit your teeth as your cheeks heated up. Before walking away you added, “and don’t bother with that rematch. We’re done.”
Dolph sputtered and cursed. “Fine,” he shouted at you. “You were a drag anyway. I’m going to get everything I’ve ever wanted without you pulling me down.”
You disappeared around a corner before he could see your tears.
***
Swagger POV
I was already at the hotel when I got the call.
“Jack.” Her voice shattered, breaking me.
“Where are you?”
“In the hotel.”
Y/N told me the room number and I rushed up, not even bothering to put on shoes. She was waiting at the door for me. I was going to kill Dolph for making her look like this. The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped in and hugged her close. Her arms tightened around my waist as her body shuddered.
“What have I done?” She let me guide her to the bed. Her phone lit up with a message. She unlocked it so I could read them. “His spelling is getting worse. He’s getting so drunk.”
The messages were getting worse, though they were terrible to begin with. My brow creased. All those hateful things he had sent her. All the names. Just because she broke up with him. She broke up with him? My mind raced. No. She needed comfort. Not my emotional baggage about her.
“He’s with friends. They’ll make sure he gets home safe.” I tossed the phone into her suitcase so she couldn’t hear it buzz or see the notification light. “Was he going to room with you?” If he was, we needed to leave. She shook her head. “Okay. You’re going to be okay.”
My world stopped when she leaned up to kiss me.
***
Reader POV
Fear twisted in your stomach. He looked so shocked. Had you overstepped? Misread something? He’d come so quick; he wouldn’t do that without some measure of something. Right?
“Y/N-“
“I’m sorry.” You scooted away from him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… you’ve always rescued… such a bother… I’m sorry.” At the far end of the bed, you hugged yourself and tried to become as small as you felt. His hand tilting up your face made your body tense. So you shut your eyes.
Jack puffed with amusement. “I liked that.” When your eyes snapped open, he had a small smile. “You’ve never been a bother. I’ve never wanted to step up because there were times you were genuinely happy with him. If you were happy, I couldn’t get in the way of that. And when you weren’t…” he ducked his head, “I kept my distance.”
You took a deep breath and guided his hand to cup your face. “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
“You’re hurt. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Then just hold me.” He opened his arms so you could curl into his chest. “Hold me until I forget about him.” You held on as he moved further back on the bed so you could sit in his lap. The even rise and fall of his chest synched with your slowing heartbeat. With a contended hum your eyes closed as he rubbed your back.
***
I finally had her in my arms. With the possibility of her becoming mine. Mine to love and to cherish. To defend. To hold, just like this. I took a deep breath, relishing the moment.
It was impossible to stifle the moan when her hand curled around a portion of my shirt. She giggled against my chest. “You okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“You sure?”
I will never know if it was a mistake or the best decision of my life to take a peek of her face. Her eyes were focused on mine. She was pressed into me as close as she could with our clothes still on. Then her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I swallowed and nodded. Y/N leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her cheek. My jaw clenched as she ran her finger up my chest. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“Protection, me or you?”
“Pill.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Last chance. Are you absolutely-“ She swallowed my question with her lips. Her sweet lips. Smugly I thought about Dolph at whatever bar. With friends but alone. Missing out on the best part of his life that had just slipped through his fingers. I kissed her back, doing my best to show her how much she was going to be loved from now on. She whimpered into my lips as my hands began to roam her body. Everything fit perfectly into my grasp.
“Jack-“ she moaned.
“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
With a nudge, I laid her back onto the bed. Under her clothes she was even more stunning than I could imagine. Her hand reaching to find me brought me out of my shock. I kissed as much of it as I could. From the part of her neck that made her gasp, to the tips of her breasts that made her restless, down her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs and everything in between.
“Beautiful,” I murmured into her skin. “Perfectly wonderful.”
Her thighs tensed on either side of my head as I nosed across them. She smelled wonderful. Like it was going to be the best meal of my day. I hummed in delight after one taste test. Definitely the best meal of my day. Her hands curled in my hair, guiding me forward where she needed. When her whines were high and needy, I curled my fingers into her channel. Curling them, I watched her writhe. I found the spot that made her cry out, toying with it until she didn’t have anything left to scream. Her eyes could barely stay open, and I was nowhere near done. Keeping my fingers still, I once again explored her body with my lips. Each time her walls clamped down on me, I learned a new place to revisit.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, darlin’.”
She quivered with a softer release as I visited each place while pumping my fingers. When I crawled up her body, her cheeks were wet. “No, no. Talk to me. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” She cupped my face with a smile. “Absolutely nothing. You’re taking so much time.”
“Of course. I’m not going to rush a second of this.” She moaned into my kiss. “Don’t rush this, baby. We’ve got all night. Every night. For as long as you’ll have me.”
***
All night. He was going to love you all night. Every night. It was such a strong promise you almost doubted it could be true. But then he was there. Dropping his clothes. Locking himself between your legs and easing into you with such a slow stretch that you were pleading by the time he was fully sheathed. You couldn’t hear what he was mumbling to himself under his breath, but he sounded distressed in the best of ways.
“Jack, move. Please. Move.”
He pulled out and hesitated. You gave a short cry as he thrust hard and deep. Slow and steady. You floundered to hold onto the sheets onto him onto anything. When you caught hold of his hip he rolled you up so your grip was better. And so his head could rest on your shoulder.
The angle shift reached even further depths. Then his mouth was at your pulse point, sucking gently. Yet focused enough to take your breath away. Your mind couldn’t process how that was possible. It had too much to focus on with the way your body shook with his movements, how your nails raking down his back made him growl, and how your toes were about to cramp.
“I’m right there, Jack. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Cum, Y/N.”
You gave a hoarse shout as he quickened his pace just enough to send you over. His mangled grunt was followed by him nearly falling on top of you. You shuddered as he pulled out. He fell to the side of you and reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.
“Are you okay?”
All you could do was hum affirmatively.
After a few minutes you felt him leave the bed, and then the warm towel he used to clean you up. The slow, soft kiss he gave you was the last thing you felt before falling asleep.
***
She saw him before I did. But once I had Dolph in my sights, I stepped in front of her and readied my fist.
“Well, that didn’t take long. Were you cheating on me, you b-“
I didn’t let him finish. He scrambled up from the floor ready to fight but thought better of it. “If you want to do this, we can ask for a match. Is that what you want?” I cocked my head with a smirk.
Dolph tried to look at Y/N, but she was hidden behind me. “No. Have fun with her. If you can.”
Y/N had to step in front of me before I could go after him again. “I will. And I’m going to treat her right. The way you never could.” She stayed there until he was gone, trailing her fingers up and down my chest. I barely heard her.
“Do you really mean that?”
I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Yes. You will never be hurt like that again.” She stunned me with a quick peck on my cheek, but I didn’t let her go. “Hey, hey.” I pulled her close again for something longer. “Don’t rush it, baby. Don’t rush it.”
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