WWE Divas Fanfiction

Toni Storm x Reader (NSFW)

You walk around backstage searching for a certain someone. You remember Stephanie McMahon telling you to find a girl with golden blonde hair and two black stripes on her left cheek. You turn a sharp corner only to crash into something or rather someone.
"Watch where you're going!" the person tells you tells you as you bump into them forcefully. The blonde girl staggers back a few steps and looks up at you annoyingly.
You hastily make sure she's alright. She brushes you off and gives a small "humph" of annoyance.
You open your mouth to speak but notices something peculiar. "I'm sor- wait, aren't you that girl? Toni Storm, correct? The one who won the 'Mae Young Classic'?"
She dusts herself off, rolling her eyes. "So what? Why do you care? Who are you?"
"I'm (y/n)-" you begin but Toni cuts you off.
"Whatever, I don't really want to hear much more anyway." she scoffs, unamused by your words.
"I'm your new partner for intergender tag matches." you say, internally cringing, ready for her to lash out. And lash out she did.
"W-why? I never agreed to be your partner!"
You furrow your brows, "Stephanie and H made the decision, I didn't. Why are you so rude and stuck up?" you glare at her, "Is this what happens when people get successful? They win something or complete a goal and become cold, is this so?"
Toni looks at you, face flushing a little. "I-I'm sorry, okay? Bad day that's all. I-I didn't meen to offend you." Toni mutters and rubs her arms in embarrassment.
"It's alright, we're gonna be partners and friends now, right?" you say with a small smile.
"W-What?! I never said anything a-about being friends! Whatever..." Toni hastily walks off leaving you standing in the hallway, confused and feeling awkward. Looks like even the most stoic people aren't impervious to becoming flustered.

***

You begin to lace up your ring boots, preparing for the hardcore intergender tag match. You make sure everything with your ring shorts are ready to go and secure. The door to your change room hesitantly opens.
"H-hey, dummy..." a voice says meekly.
"Is it who I think you are?" you reply with a laugh, back towards the direction of the entrance.
Toni sits down on your chair and crosses her arms. "Yeah, it's me. I-I just wanted to again say sorry for what I did yesterday. I was wrong."
You turn around and smirk, "No problem, sweetness."
"How can I pay you back? B-but it's only because I was mean, okay? Nothing m-more..." Toni asks with a flustered tone.
"You don't have to-" you stop and think, "Actually, do you mind helping me out with the oil?"
"With what?" Toni raises a brow.
"You know, the baby oil. The stuff male wrestlers put on their body to look shinier and more appealing."
Toni coughs and picks up the bottle. "O-only because of what I did yesterday... It's not because I like you or anything..." Toni motions for you to come closer, curling her index finger.
You comply and step forwards.
"A-alright, turn around for me." Toni instructs you nervously as she began to rub some of the oil onto your skin.
She walks around to your front and does the same to your chest.
Toni puts down her small vile of liquid and blushes madly. "T-there you go..."
"Thanks, Toni. Let me help you out with your face paint."
"Oh, um- sure, I guess..." Toni takes out the little container of black paint and gives it to you.
You dip your thumb into the paint and smooth two streaks over her left cheek.
"Now, we're ready to go. You know what? You're not so bad to be around after all..." you say as you lead her to the the arena.

***

"What is (y/n) going for here?" one of the announcer says as you climb to the second rope. "Diving Crossbody-" he gets cut off by the sharp crack of the kendo stick against your leg.
"Oh, cheap kendo stick shot there by The Miz." another announcer says with enthusiasm.
You huff in pain and get up, tagging in Toni. She finishes the match with her signature "Strong Zero".

***

Toni braces you and brings you into your change room.

"You're so stupid... Agreeing to take a kendo stick shot like that." Toni says as gentle and innocent as possible.
"Well it's my job to take a beating from time to time. So you do care for me, huh?" you chuckle at Toni.
"I don't want my partner to get hurt t-that's all..." Toni pushes you onto the couch, "Stay still," she orders softly as she dashes out of your room and to the first aid station.
You wait obediently and stay in place. Toni comes back into the room with some bandages and other things all clutched in her arms. She turns around and closes the door, locking it behind her.
"Hold still for me," Toni says as she slips her fingers under the waistband of your black shorts.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you-"
Toni shushes you, "I'm was going to check your leg," she stops for a second, "W-what did you think I was doing, d-dummy?" Toni asks flustered by your comment.
She slowly pulls down your shorts, leaving you in your boxers. She examines the part of your leg where the kendo stick hit.
"It doesn't look too good..." Toni trails off, looking away. "I should have talked to the storyline writers to make our first match not hardcore."
You lay a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, it's not you're fault. It's just part of business."
"I'll bandage it for you..." Toni says but before she could, you scoot her into your lap. "What are you d-" you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her roughly. You bite at her lip, trailing down to her neck, nipping at it. Your teeth occasionally graze the sensitive skin, trying to find her sweet spot, the spot to make her melt.
"It feels so good~" Toni moans, pressing her body harder into yours. She then grinds up against you, thoroughly enjoying the friction. While Toni was at it, her thigh brushes up against your "business area" through the fabric. Toni notices this, smirks at you, and purposefully does it again.
You groan, "If you keep doing that, I don't think just kissing will be enough."
"Is that so? Well, I'm... I'm okay with that..." Toni blushes and gets on her knees.
Alarmed you wave your hands, "You don't have to! I was joking when I said-"
"I want to." this statement shuts you up.
She pulls down your boxers to your ankles, carefully so it doesn't touch the kendo stick wound. Toni pumps your member in her hand a few times before sucking it into her mouth. She hums in delight, putting it deeper in. Toni bobs her head up and down, causing pleasure to course through your body.
"Get up, c'mon." you motion for her.
Toni gets up and you push her to the couch. You begin to pull down her wrestling shorts, you look at her conformation.
"Go ahead, (y/n)." Toni pants out.
You tear the piece of clothing off in one go and thrust onto her, grunting as you do.
"F-fuck this is good," you roll your hips to which she groans.
"

I-I'm gonna c-" Toni gasps as she comes with you. It takes you both a few minutes to settle back down.
"That was good, Toni. Let's get dressed." you say as you grab your clothes and her's.

***

You unlock your door and step out, arm around Toni. She wears  a pair of your shorts due to the fact that he's were a little ripped beyond usable.
"Thanks for the good time, dummy." Toni smiles and gives you a peck.
"Hey, are you wearing (y/n)'s shorts?"
You two turn to Bianca Belair twirling her floor-length with a smug look.
"I can explain," Toni begins the defense.
You two are going to need a lot of defending.