wwe smut

Good Girl {j. hardy}

{this one kinda sucks, sorry}
<pun intended>

There I was, watching my boyfriend get beat up again. Nothing compared to the ache in my chest and the sickness in my stomach when Jeff was getting hurt by Randy. It was a weekly thing, now. It was starting to take a toll on him, his gauge actually tearing slightly the last time Randy pulled on it.

I rushed to meet him backstage, where his limping body walked through the gorilla, with the help of a referee. His face paint was coming off, but I'm sure he didn't care. His favorite necklace of all time was now missing, which surely struck deep within him.

"Babe, you did great," I tried to say before I was waved off, and he continued his way to the locker room. I frowned, but let him take his time that he needed, knowing he was deeply frustrated.

Jeff was so frustrated with the creative team for letting Randy have his way. He hated that Randy would wash his face paint off, pull on his gauges. It was making him weak, Randy's beating getting worse every week.

I jumped slightly as Jeff walked out of the locker room some 15 minutes later, taking ahold of my hand hastily before pulling me down the hall. I looked up to his tense jaw, my eyes trailing the intricate designs he'd shaven into his beard. His skin was still damp from the quick shower he must've taken, and his hair was pulled back into a tight bun.

"Babe, I think you had an amazing performance tonight," I said, squeezing his hand gently. He ignored me again, throwing his suitcase into the back of the car before getting into the driver's seat. I got in, too, and sat in silence for the whole drive back to the hotel. I peered over to my boyfriend, saddened to see the anger in his expression. This usually made for a long night.

We got into the hotel, and he threw his gear bag on the floor before walking into the bathroom and splashing some cold water on his face.

"Jeff, I'm sorry that you can't catch a break," I said softly, leaning against the wall, facing away from him. "I wish I could take all your frustration away,"

"Don't be sorry, baby. I shouldn't let myself get so upset, especially with you," he finally broke his silence, meeting me with a warm hug. "I love you, and I'm sorry I'm being a class act asshole,"

"It's okay," I smiled, wrapping my arms around him tightly. "I love you, too,"

"I was supposed to win tonight. Randy saw you in the crowd and was taunting me about it and he started going off script," he explained as I tugged him over to the bed, making him sit down. "He won't get in trouble for it. Vince and hunter and Stephanie? They're all his bitches,"

"I'm sorry, daddy," I said innocently, trailing my hands down his chest as he quirked a brow.

"Oh? Care to show me how sorry you are?" he asked devilishly as I nodded, reaching for his belt buckle, quickly undoing that and his pants so I could pull out his still growing cock. I wrapped my lips around him, bobbing my head back and forth quickly, taking in as much of his dick as I could. "You're such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?"

"Mhm," I moaned around him, my eyes squeezing closed as the tip of his cock beat the back of my throat. I gasped as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, standing up and thrusting at his own pace. I loved when he'd fuck my face. I loved when he felt good.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so good at this," he groaned loudly. I reached down with a steady hand and slipped it into my panties, rubbing soft circles over my pulsating clit. Jeff must've noticed, because he pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me by my arms, taking it upon himself to rip my clothing off my body.

"Jeff, I-" I was stopped as he laid on the bed, grabbing first my hands to pull me on with him, then my waist to lift me up over his face. I gasped as facial hair tickled my thighs and his tongue flicked over my clit. I cried out in pure pleasure before I realized what he wanted me to do.

I leaned over and took his saliva and precum soaked cock back into my mouth, running my tongue all over his throbbing tool. I moaned around him as he buried his tongue in me over and over again, his hands squeezing my upper thighs tightly.

Before I knew it, a familiar heat spread across my lower half, making my toes curl. I gasped and cried out around his cock before bobbing my head harder and faster as my own orgasm washed over me. My fingers dug into his meaty thighs as my thighs tightened slightly around his head.

Jeff pulled me off of him once I had come down from my intense high. He stood up and pointed to the floor, to which I got on my knees, ready to take him again. "Open your mouth, baby," he said softly, stroking his own length. I complied, sticking my tongue out slightly. With a grunt and groan, he shot his hot cum into my mouth in thick strands that pooled together on my tongue. After he pulled away slightly, I swallowed his load, taking the salty liquid easily as he watched intently.

"I swallowed it all," I told him, opening my mouth for him to see.

"You're a good girl, Y/N," he smiled, grabbing my waist and pulling me into bed, his arms wrapping tightly around me. "You're my good girl. I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you more, Jeff