wwe smut

Thank You, Moxley.

You'd never felt such pain and lust at the same time before. Jon Moxley's hand slapped over your face multiple times since his promo started, and he showed absolutely no remorse every time you cried out. But oh man, was he looking as good as ever. "You see, if I can do this to Y/N, why wouldn't I do it to you?" Jon shouted into the microphone, pointing down at your cowering body. "She takes it better than you would, too. Y/N, get up!" You scrambled to your feet before he struck you again, making you cry out as tears stung your eyes. "Alright, fuck it. Y/N and I are done here," Jon said before grabbing your arm and pulling you to the ropes, helping you out first before tugging you backstage. You held your cheek where the back of Jon's hand hit multiple times- six, to be exact. But who was counting? "Y/N-" "Please, Jon, give me a second," you sighed, letting out a deep sigh as you traced your fingers on your stinging cheek. Jon's arms wrapped around your waist but you pulled away quickly. "Jon-" "Let me see," he said, grabbing onto your wrists. "Jon-" "Quit it!" he growled, making you stop and shudder in fear. He cupped your chin to examine your injured cheek, and let out a soft sigh. "I wish I didn't have to do that, Y/N. I hate it," You inhaled sharply as Jon's lips pressed to the redness on your cheek. He showered your cheek with soft kisses, his fingers tracing the other side of your face. "I wish they wouldn't make me do it, Doll. I hate seeing you in pain," he sighed, leaning his forehead on yours. You'd never seen Jon this way, since he usually would be reluctant to even touch you outside of the ring. "Mox, it's-" "Please let me make you feel good tonight, Y/N," he hummed, his hands trailing down your waist. "I care about you, and I don't know how else to prove it," "Moxley, I don't know," you sighed, your hands resting softly on his chest. "Please, Doll. I want you to know that I don't mean the hate behind those hits," he whispered, his hand gently squeezing your butt. "Moxley," You said before he leaned in more, his lips brushing against yours. "Come home with me," he hummed. "Please let me show you how I really feel," "Okay," You said in defeat before he pecked your cheek again, grabbing onto your hand before pulling you to the exit. "Damn, Mox, you should really treat that girl with more respect," a man said. Jon stopped and turned to look at the creator of tonight's script, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Fuck off," Jon growled. "How is it that the more and more you hit Y/N in the ring, the more she seems to want to suck your dick after the show?" the man said before Jon's fist met his face, jumping quickly to grab onto the man's collar, bringing him off the ground. "Keep her fucking name out of your mouth. Do not talk about her that way. Do I make myself fucking clear?" Jon spat as you backed away into the corner. The man's nose gushed blood, which made you clutch your own. "C-Crystal," the man nodded before Jon left him on the ground, returning to your side, gripping your hand tightly. "Th-Thank you, Moxley," you whispered up at him. His features softened as he looked at you, and he squeezed your hand softly. "Doll, I just am going to tell you this now- I am ready for you. I have been killing myself to pleasure you, so when I start and I hear your moans, I won't be able to stop," he warned you, making you bite your lip. "I-I want you, Jon," You said shakily. He smirked and kept looking forward, leading you to his car. The drive was silent. You couldn't help but peer at the bulge growing in his jeans, since you were always curious if the rumors about his size were true. "How do you like it, Y/N?" Jon asked once you two were alone in his apartment. "I-I-" "I'm just going to make you feel good," he shrugged, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him, his lips coming dangerously close to yours again, your noses brushing. "Please," You whimpered before his hands trailed to your shirt, which had 'MOX' spray-painted across the front. He pulled it up over your head, revealing your red bra you wore. "Let's get you out of these," Jon hummed, popping the button to your shorts. Your foreheads rested together as he helped you shimmy out of the tight material, your panties slipping off with them. "Baby, jump," he said after unclasping your bra. You held onto his shoulders before jumping up, his strong arms catching you, encouraging that you wrap your legs around him. "I'm going to make you forget about anyone who has done you wrong, Y/N. Including me. I should have told them no when they threw this storyline at me. I regret ever agreeing," "Jon," You sighed before he turned to sit down on the bed. "I promise I would never hit you, Doll. I'd never lay a finger on you unless it was to pleasure you," he said as his fingers brushed your folds, quickly moving to rub circles on your clit. "Moxley," You gasped, taking your lip between your teeth. "Would you undo my belt for me, baby? There's barely any wiggle room in there," he groaned softly before you shakily began undoing his belt and jeans. He away from you before standing you up and pulling his jeans and boxers down. You were shocked. You'd never seen someone of his size before, and you'd never taken someone remotely close to his size. His length and girth was incredible, and it honestly scared you. Could you handle it? "Come here, baby. Let me get off real fast. I want you to rub right here, let you get off, too," he grabbed your hips and set you on his thigh, lifting it into you to make your clit rub on him. "Fuck," you gasped, dragging yourself across his leg as he stroked himself. You reached to gently wrap your hand around his tool, taking over where his hand was before you nudged it away. "You don't have to," he told you, watching how you dragged yourself on him. You ignored him, making him reach under you to pump two fingers inside you, making you moan softly. "Fuck, Y/N, your moans are fucking amazing," "J-Jon," You whimpered before you peered down at his length, which was dripping in precum. You tapped some on your finger before bringing it up to your lips, making him groan. "You're dirty, y'know?" he chuckled before curling his fingers, making you grind onto him. "But you're so fucking cute at the same time," "God, Mox," You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulders. "I-I need you," "You tell me if anything is too much, okay?" he said lowly, grabbing your waist to pull you over him. "You come down at your own pace, baby," You whimpered as he pressed his tip against you, showing you where to slide down. You pressed down, wincing as your walls tightened. "You've got to relax, Y/N. You're tight," he hissed softy in your ear. "I-I can't. You're just really big," you said, biting down on your lip. He cupped your chin and brought you to face him, his lips pressing softly to yours. A wave of ecstasy fell over you as Jon's lips moved hungrily, yet gently, against yours. Finally, you slid down with anything but ease on him, both of you releasing soft sighs. "There you go, baby. How does that feel?" he asked, pecking your lips right after. "Amazing," you smiled as he bucked his hips slightly, making you gasp. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so tight," he hummed, grabbing your hips so he could flip you around, his body hovering over yours. "Can you try and relax?" "I-I'm sorry," you sighed before he pressed his lips to yours. You cupped his cheeks before he pulled out of you and slowly easing back in. "Don't apologize, baby," he said between kisses. "J-Just go. I'll adjust," You told him before he flashed a sympathetic look. "Y/N, I don't want to hurt-" "Please, Jon. I need you to fuck me," you finally said, which seemed to flip a switch in Jon. "Please tell me if I hurt you," he said before he began thrusting at a mild pace. Pleasure spread over your body, which helped your body relax. He began pleasing you with ease, and a combination of both of your moans filled his bedroom. "Oh my god, Mox," you gasped, your hands feeling his muscles tightly, your fingers digging into his skin. You laid a shaking mess as Jon pounded into you. It was a mixture of rough and gentle strokes, which made for a confusing experience. You wished he would fuck you into oblivion, but you didn't know how to ask. "Sh-Shit," you sighed as he became gentle again, his lips pressing to your neck. "Everything okay, baby?" he asked breathlessly. "I just need you, Jon," you told him, holding him close to you. "I just need it rough," "You want me to fuck you rough?" he asked, earning a soft moan from you. He complied immediately, sending his hips against you in animalistic thrusts. You'd never experienced such bliss. The way Jon felt inside you was something you'd never felt before. His kiss was enough to bring you over the edge, the softness of his lips and the roughness of his tongue turning you on more than ever. "Jon!" You gasped as a warmth spread over your lower half, followed by tingles. Jon's hand reached to rub gently over your clit, pushing you to the brink. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned as you tightened around him. An ocean of profanities and moans escaped your lips as you came, pushing Jon closer to his release. "Oh, Jon," you cried out breathlessly as you finished. Jon pulled out of you quickly, releasing his warm cum onto your stomach before collapsing down next to you. "Shit, I'm sorry, Y/N. Let me clean you up," Jon sighed, jumping up to grab a tissue. You smirked and wiped your finger through his load, reaching to suck it off your fingers, making Jon moan softly. "Mm," you hummed before he wiped you clean. "You're shaking," he said, grabbing his briefs to slide them up his legs. "I know," you sighed, letting your eyes fall closed as you caught your breath. You were approached quickly by Jon, who scooped you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed. "I've got clean clothes for you," he said, guiding your legs into a pair of his own boxers. You grabbed onto his shoulder for stability as you stood up, allowing him to pull the grey briefs up your legs. "Thank you," you smiled, pulling the wife-beater tank-top over your top. "You're beautiful even after getting fucked," Jon smirked, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. "You're still handsome, as well," you giggled before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. "So, I decided something," he said, wiping a few strands of damp hair from your face. "Hm?" "I do not love the idea of anyone else doing this. I don't want anyone else to be able to hold you. Just me," he said, making you smile. "I don't want any other girl to do anything with. Just you," "Jon Moxley, are you asking me out?" You asked, your arms snaking up around his neck. "Sure as hell, I am," he smirked, making you bite your lip. "You and I, you see, have been inseparable lately. Got me thinking about how much I want you. So, what do you say?" "Hell yes," you giggled before he hugged you tightly. "Mm... Y/N... AKA, my girl," he hummed, kissing your neck. "Thank you for letting me please you, baby. I really appreciate it," "No, no. Thank you, Moxley," you smiled before pulling away and allowing him to kiss you once more before curling up in bed, Jon whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep.