AEW one shots

Show-Off (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

"You have a weird sense of what makes a good date." You said as you entered the gym, your bag slung over your shoulder.
He just cheekily grinned at you. "You know, I thought it would be good to share our daily lives more. Next time, you get to drag me to one of your fancy art classes." He said while winking at you.
"Don't think I'll forget that. I'm going to laugh so hard about your 'painting', I know that already." You retorted before parting ways with your boyfriend and  heading for the locker rooms.

When you returned, Cash was already waiting for you, two water bottles in his hands. "Here, Babe, you're gonna need it." A cocky smile was plastered on his face as he handed you one of the bottles, and as much as you hated working out, you were focused on impressing him at least a bit. He noticed your determination with the way you narrowed his eyes, and was contempt that his plan had worked. First, he thought about this as a way to spend more time with you while you were visiting him at AEW. Then, he realized it was a great opportunity to check you out and admire your body. And lastly, he liked the idea of bonding with you over some sporty activity.

You both headed for the treadmills and got on one each, next to each other. Of course, Cash set his just a little faster than you set yours. Not that you minded though, you wanted to spend most of the time running, so no need to push yourself to the limit right away. The two of you talked for the first few minutes, until you irritated your man by turning away from him...and skipping sideways on the treadmill.
"What are you doing, Babe? Annoyed with me already?" He playfully asked, while shamelessly checking out your butt.
"Nope, but I saw this on TV once." After some time, you turned another 90 degrees and were now running backwards, almost falling down in the process. A gasp escaped your lips, and Cash tried to catch you. "Whoa, easy now. Seen this on TV too?"
"Yep."
He just shook his head at you, smiling from ear to ear as he watched you still struggling to find a rhythm. You were adorably clumsy, he thought. Then, he checked the time to see how much longer he needed to run until he could finally get off to lift some weights. He wanted to brag in front of you, and he knew you loved his arms.
"This is so much easier." You said while turning yet another time, now facing in Cash's direction. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently judging your weird workout.
You sighed before you finally explained. "Don't laugh about me, okay? I've seen that YEARS ago while watching the 'Girls of the Playboy Mansion'. One of them did this and explained it's been doing wonders for her ass. So...I'm trying to get the same results. Her butt was AMAZING." You emphasized between heavy breathing.
A hearty laughter left his mouth while you furrowed your brow at him. "Hey, I said don't laugh!"
"I'm just imagining you in your younger years, watching the crappiest reality TV shows! Were those your slutty years? Did you try to find yourself a sugar daddy?" He replied, chuckling the whole time, while getting off the treadmill.
You let yourself slide off yours as well and came to a stand next to him. You wanted to leave a smart comment as well, teasing him on how he missed your naughtiest of times, but he started talking before you.

"Babe, if there is a perfect butt on this planet, it's yours. No playmate could ever compare." He said while grabbing said ass and giving it a light squeeze.
You gasped, but smiled at his comment nonetheless.
"Hmmm, I always thought your butt was the best on the planet..." You replied, still flustered by his compliment.
He grinned down at you. "I'm a close second, but you win." Then, he quickly pressed his lips against your forehead. "Imma head over and lift some weights...if you wanna watch. Might even take my shirt off." He informed you as he winked and then walked away from the treadmill area.
Even though he couldn't see it, you still rolled your eyes at his comment...and made sure you could at least glance in his direction once in a while from your treadmill. Then you hopped back on it and started running again, like a normal person this time.
However, you felt yourself rather distracted by your man, who of course noticed you trying to secretly check him out every single time you looked over. He'd smile, hold the weights up just a littler longer than necessary, and he even took his shirt off promised, so you could see him flex in his tank top.
Cash honestly wanted to stop at some point and focus on his workout, but the way he'd catch you checking him out from head to toe as if you had never seen him before, the way you'd always nervously look away when your eyes met across the room, it all boosted his confidence.
He might not want to admit it, but he was very self-conscious about the way he looked. He was used to being told he was too short, too thick, too hairy...just too unappealing. And then you came along. Loved him the way he was. Even got angry with him once when he had shaved his upper body. Told him his thighs were making you dumb. Complimented him on how good he looked, when he was wearing a plain shirt and some sweatpants. Cash had never felt so loved and appreciated, and sometimes couldn't believe how lucky he got when he met you. It was like the whole universe aligned just for him this once, to give him what he needed.
He smiled to himself and looked in your direction once more, but the smile turned into a low chuckle as he realized he got you all flustered again. He decided to tease you a little more, put his weights down and grabbed the yoga mat. Then he went over to the training area, made sure to find a spot where you could still see him, spread the mat and took his shoes off, before sitting down on the floor, waiting for your eyes to search for him.

And you did. When you noticed he wasn't lifting weights anymore, you were relieved for a moment, because you thought you could now focus on getting your workout in. But when you looked for him, and found him sitting on a yoga mat, smiling brightly in your direction, you knew you were fucked. Whatever he had in mind, it'd be worse than flexing his arms for you. You watched him do a back roll, straight into a headstand, keeping his balance while walking on his hands. The way his top slipped down just enough to reveal his lower back and the way his arms looked massive in this position was enough for you to jump of the treadmill and move over to him. God, he was such a show-off. You knew he was athletic, he could do some wicked shit, stuff he'd never use in the ring because of the style they wrestled. But he was just bragging now. For you.
And it worked.
Cash didn't see you approaching him as he was facing the other direction, but he heard your angry footsteps get closer and closer. When he heard you clear your throat to get his attention, he moved back onto his feet and smiled at you, eyebrows playfully raised.
"Go get your shit, Cash. We're finishing this workout in our hotel room." You sternly said to him, and his smile just got brighter.
"But Babe, I'm not done yet." He teasingly replied, mentally highfiving himself when he saw your eyes narrow ever so slightly at him. "Just a few more sets okay?"
You slowly ran your hands along his arms, all the way up to his shoulders before one of them moved down and lightly squeezed his pecs. "Okay. I just thought I could show you my slutty years are indeed now...but you get your training in, I can get the job done myself." You said before patting his left cheek and walking away from him, while making sure you seductively swayed your hips with every step.

Cash looked at your frame for a few seconds, before swallowing hard and hastily putting his shoes back on. "Wait for me, Babe!" He yelled as he rushed after you. He had lost this teasing battle, he thought for a second. Then he smiled to himself, thinking about how he'd still get the price.