#mjf x reader

Forbidden Door had ended nearly half an hour ago with the arena becoming more empty with each passing moment. The rush of a ppv had washed over the place and now everyone was coming down from that high. Or low - depending on the way fate had swung in those hours and unfortunately for your love, fate had not been kind.

You had watched the match from the monitor backstage, just like you did with every match of his. It has become a ritual of yours. Even with the more disturbing ones like tonight. No matter how many times you'd watched him wrestle, your body never truly adjusted to it. Every brutal landing had your shoulders tensing. Every strike that looked a little too real made your stomach twist. Every near fall had your heart lodged somewhere in your throat.

And yet, you still couldn't stop smiling whenever he did. There was something infectious about the way Max came alive under those lights. Behind all the arrogance, the insults, the carefully crafted persona, you knew how much he genuinely loved this. You knew how much joy wrestling still brought him, even after everything.

Until he lost of course, which was what happened this evening. 

You stood in his locker room; your fingers absentmindedly brushed over the familiar Burberry scarf hanging neatly inside his open locker. The scarf you'd gifted him during one of your earliest anniversaries.

The door opened just enough for Max to slip through in an unusually quiet manner that was not like him at all. Usually he'd burst in with some sarcastic comment, already complaining about someone's incompetence or boasting about how he'd stolen the show regardless of the result. Even on bad nights there was usually some attempt at bravado.

He was still wearing his ring gear beneath an unzipped hoodie; his chest shining with sweat even now with his hair damp too. You reached for him without thinking as you eagerly closed the gap between the two of you. Your hands are already moving to embrace Max as his head soon found its home nuzzling into your neck.

Your fingers reached to brush through his locks; your nails moving over his scalp just the way he enjoyed it. The act had Max humming; his hands resting on your hips for a moment as he fought to calm himself. The adrenaline from the match and the deep sadness of losing slowly began to melt away with your embrace.

“Hey,” his voice was barely above a whisper as you continued to stroke his locks; a gentle smile now on your face at the sound of him. “Hey,” neither of you moved for several seconds as your hands brushed up and down his sides. "You okay?" you asked softly and this time you slowly reached to cup his face and take him from hiding in your neck.

A shake of his head was the response given to you as your eyes locked; a look of near shame moving over Max even though he tried to hide it. “You were incredible.” The words fell from your lips with ease as you forced him to look at you; too see the truth in your voice and eyes. Still, Max moved to shake his head in disagreement.

“I lost,” Max finally mumbled out, a near adorable pout coming over his face as he looked back at you. "You still wrestled an incredible match." 

"I'm still proud of you." You continued to speak and this time Max couldn’t continue staring at you as he slowly became overwhelmed. Your face easily screwed up in concern as you noticed the emotional state he was actually in. The actual tears that were making their presence known, “hey, come on now,” your thumbs gently brushed under his eyes.

They became wet with the tears he had allowed to fall whilst he tried again to collect himself, not that he ever had to do that for you. The sniffles escaped him before he could stop himself but he still tried to hide his face by turning away. Not that you allowed him to do so as you leaned in and ever so softly captured his lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.

You pecked his lips again before pressing one on each of his cheeks whilst gently maneuvering the both of you towards the bench. “Sit down,” even with his larger body you were able to manipulate him to settle beside you whilst a pout was beginning to form on his face. Your nails continued their soft touches over his scalp as Max seemingly began to settle now. “Maybe we should take that holiday we are owed from a year ago, hmm?” You slowly tried to bring in some humour and perk up his mood. Not that he reacted much, which only had your face screwing up in concern. “You can regroup. Take care of yourself. Sleep in. Eat far too much room service. We could sit on a beach somewhere and you can complain about how expensive everything is."

As he listened and your words with your mere presence alone were enough to slowly bring him down from his spiralling. Still, it didn’t stop him from moving to rest his head in your lap without pause or shame. You were his absolute safe space, which was why he had made his way towards the locker room knowing you would be here. You were and had been for a while now the presence he needed when he got in his own head like this. “Should never have trusted them,” if you were honest, there were too many them for you to be certain who he was truly talking about. “I can do it all alone.” Max was muttering to himself by this point as you softly continued to stroke his hair.

“You are not alone. You have me, don’t you? I mean, I can’t go in there with you, well, if you want me to.” A spark of relief settled in your bones at his usual, familiar chuckle. Not that it lasted long as the sobs soon escaped him. It was not something he did; all those emotions pent up even if his promos said differently, but in the moments with your arms wrapped around him - the only thing Max could do was break.

And you knew it wasn’t just about this failed attempt; the event had only been a catalyst of his built up emotions. Your arms only wrapped around him tighter as you pulled him close. His head is now resting on your stomach. “This is stupid.” He mumbled between sobs as his hand reached for your silk blouse to grip onto.

“It is not,” you whispered into his ear; brushing his locks out of his face as he only cuddled closer to you. “Nothing you could ever do is stupid….well, except for some spots you take.” This time you were able to pull a choked laugh from him. He sniffled but the sobs that had nearly consumed him were slowly falling to a pause now.

“There is always next time.” You softly began to whisper encouragement whilst your fingers never strayed from stroking his hair. Even though he knew the words you spoke were the truth, at that moment, Max couldn’t see it. "One match doesn't erase everything you've achieved. It doesn't change who you are. It doesn't change how proud I am of you."

A beat of silence moved over the two of you as your hold on him only continued. “Can we just go home?”

“Of course,” Still, Max didn’t move from the home he had made against you as you brushed over his locks again and again. Slowly and with great difficulty it seemed, Max slowly moved to sit as his tears slowly dried up. This time, you took control as you moved to your feet; your hands never leaving his as you pulled him up.

Max only followed as he fought against the urge to bow his head, knowing he could never escape you, nor did he truly want to.

You had thought you'd experienced pretty much everything by this point in your life; the drunken nights in your youth and some not so long ago had you found in a multitude of situations. But none as loud as the one before you even after you'd just been tongue deep in Max but the younger man still had words to throw at him. “Do you even have stamina anymore?” The arrogant tone dripped from him even as his words breathlessly escaped him. You only raised an eyebrow whilst moving to hover above him. Max’s already leaking cock twitching against his own stomach after you had spent the last twenty minutes tongue fucking him.

“Do you ever shut up?” Their heads nearly rested against each other as you stared down at him. Max was far too prideful to allow the gulp threatening his throat to be noticed; the weight of your body pressing against him was a little too distracting, even for him. Not that he would ever admit to such a thing. His tongue moved over his bottom lip as he took in the sight before him. His eyes trailing the muscles and his fingers began to twitch; begging to reach and touch but the pride Max was well known for stopped such acts. “Why? Am I bothering you?” He bit back at you; his eyes bright with amusement.

“You are always bothering me.” The words were soon followed by a tight grip in Max’s locks as you pulled his head back; baring his neck. Your free hand slowly trailed down his stomach; roughly cupping Max’s cock as your thumb easily brushed over the leaking, mushroom head and had the younger man hissing. The sound brought an arrogant smirk tugging on your lips whilst your grip only tightened. “Hmm? Anything else to say?” The slim patience that existed in you had come to its end and the sight of Max’s lips parting to speak was enough for you to reach for the younger man’s own boxers. You more often than not did not wear anything under your jeans or else it would have been your own stuffing Max’s mouth full. 

The whines were now muffled as he began to suck on the material knowing that it made you hot and bothered. Your free hand moved to your own throbbing cock now as the silence washed over the pair except for the heavier breathing escaping the both of you. “That’s better,” you pretty much purred as your tongue licked up your own palm; your fingers soaked with your own saliva now. Your tongue that had worked on Max had opened him up for you to press two of your fingers inside him; curling them instantly as you reached for the sweet spot that had Max arching and clinging to the sheets around him. You only continued to smirk; arrogance dancing in your features at the reactions you pulled from the boy before him.

Your free hand still stroked the twitching cock; the warmth and weight of it pressing against your hand as you began to quicken your fingers. You fucked Max without any pause; the sound of your palm hitting the inner thighs of the other man echoed around the room and it was not long before Max’s body began to flush a soft pink colour. You lent closer and allowed your spit to fall and drip down Max’s cock; the whining continued to escape the gagged man. In punishment you forced a third finger inside and quickened your pace. Max’s eyes rolled back as he bit down even more on his own boxers before he short circuited when the feel of your tongue began to lick up his throbbing cock.

You hummed against him knowing the vibrations would have Max arching from the sheets and he did just that before your mouth took in his cock. You slowly took it inch by inch; drool moving down now before you sucked. Your tongue teases the fat mushroom head as your fingers are still teasing him without mercy.

You allowed your own drool to coat his throbbing cock as you squeezed Max causing the man to hiss. Even with his mouth gagged; Max glared at his climax being ruined as he fought off the pout threatening to come over his face at the feel of becoming empty; your fingers slowly being removed.

“So pathetic. Such a little slut I have,” You began to taunt as you slowly brought your own fat cock against him. You spread Max’s cheeks and brushed over his hole before letting another mouthful of spit fall down and watched as the other man flinched and groaned. Your name now being muffled by the makeshift gag. You guided your cock; pressing in inch by inch as your free hand slowly moved to Max’s stomach and pushed him into the sheets. When he was not tied up; Max could move too much for your liking. “Fuck..thats it..” Once you were satisfied that Max was staying still; your free hand reached for his twitching cock.

You groaned as your balls slapped against Max now as you pressed deeper. Your hand moved up and down as you stroked his cock whilst your hips began to rock. “Good boy,” the praises fell from your lips and the blush returned to Max’s body as he watched on. A grunt escaping him as you in a more gentle move brought one of his legs up. The new position had his sweet, soft spot being touched as the intense sensations raced through him. Max hated how well you knew his body and if the arrogant smirk was anything to go by, you knew that as well. His grip on the sheets tightened as he fought the urge to reach out for the older man.

The pit in the bottom of his stomach only tightened as his body was used. His cock twitching in the warm, tight grip of yours whilst your own cock stretched him out so prettily. The pain and pleasure mixing was enough to make his head spin. It was only when he felt the thicker fingers that were coated with his own cum pushing against his tongue did he realise you had allowed the gag to fall from him. Max instantly began to suck on them; looking up to you from under his lashes as his tongue licked up and down your digits. He groaned at the feel of your cock twitching inside him at the sensation whilst your thrusts quickened. You pressed deeper and began to crawl up his body; your chests touching. 

Your head soon rested on Max as your own grunts of pleasure began to fall from your lips. Your thrusts stumbled now; becoming slow and deep as the feel of your own climax was on the tip of your tongue. “Ahh..oh…oh fuck!” Max moaned around your fingers; his cock twitching as he painted his stomach with his own cum with his orgasm ripping through him. Max only became tighter around you; your own toes curling now as you pressed in again and again. You fucked Max through his climax and watched the pretty boy whine and reach for the sheets to cling. “There you go, fuck - thats it.” You muttered mostly to yourself as you looked down at Max spread open for you so deliciously. 

“Yeah, I know..you like that, hmm?” Max always enjoyed the feel of cum flooding him; filling him up and you was such a bastard about it that you cooed and talked him through it. Your cock twitched as your own release washed over you.

MJF

- so its difficult to say with him

- i'd say like a few years ago, he wouldnt have any. but nowadays .....

- hes got a bit more hair on him. on his chest most obviously.

- i dont think that it'd be all that big, but i do think that theres some bush there.

- when it grows out it's curly and beautiful

- he keeps it well groomed, but theres some there

jack perry

- i think that once he did scapegoat he started getting a proper bush. yknow??

- like some solid bush.

- with the gear he wears, you cant see it but trust me dawg i can tell a man with a solid bush when i see one (obviously i dont actually know but you get what im saying)

- but yeah hes got some great bush

- he trims it every so often but generally just keeps it clean and such

cope ...

- old man !!!!

- i mean that lovingly

- i wouldnt say he has a bush. hes definitely got some hair

- honestly i think it might be a little grey. which if true id cream my pants

- hes got some nice hair down there, but again, not really a bush.

- he keeps it pretty low

clark connors

- the real triple b.

- beautiful blonde bush.

- i dont think he has a ton of bush but its def bush.

- this is gonna sound weird but honestly i think it'd be kinda nice to run your fingers thru. yknow like itd be a bit soft

- needless to say. fantastic bush

claudio

- claudio keeps it pretty low i think.

- like shaved

- i think he still has some there its moreso prickly though

- he typically doesnt really grow it out much

darby allin

- i dont think he has much if any

- also keeps it shaved but its moreso on the soft side as opposed to the prickly like claudio

- shaved but not that low. yknow what i mean

- not much to say on darby

orange

- i also think like a few years ago it wouldve been lower, like not a ton

- however. nowadays.

- insert freaky sonic gif

- soft and orange

- solid amount of bush. on the jack perry side of things

- kinda looks like his beard if that makes sense

- he keeps it low down at the top

- when he puts his hands in his pockets it pulls them down a bit so he keeps it low so nobody can see

CHUCK TAYLOR 😜😜😜😜😜😜

- holy shit they don't call this man "sexy chuckie t" for nothing yhear

- I mean c'mon have you seen his happy trail ??? god

- he's got some gorgeous bush

- honestly I think he's always had some bush

- I don't have a whole lot to say I honestly just wanted an excuse to think about his happy trail like oh my lord god that man is so fine I miss him terribly

kyle fletcher

- shaved 🫩

- like completely smooth.

- he can be convinced to have a liiiittle bit. like soft fuzz kinda like his head. I like it when he does that it's so cute

- his skin is very soft, though

- honestly I think even if he didn't wear the world's skimpiest gear I think he'd keep it pretty low

Fans loved to instigate it more on social media, making TK turn the whole rivalry into small segments or keep it up during meet & greets.

It was a massive hit, but after the little moments ended, you both still found yourself making snide comments at one another. Whether it was online or standing next to him in the catering room, it never stopped, and today was no different.

As soon as you woke up and allowed your eyes to adjust to the world, you hopped on X and made a tweet.

Ladies and gentleman, please enjoy the last entrance @The_ONLY_MJF will EVER have with his belt after @KingXBrody wins it tonight 😉

Then there was only 4 hours before the show and you were tweeting once more.

Good luck @The_ONLY_MJF, you’re gonna need it tonight! 😘

Of course he responded to both tweets with an insult, but you hearted it, adding insult to injury.

Fans ate it up like always, getting more interested in the match and dying to see the outcome. Who would have the bragging rights!

You arrived backstage with 15 minutes to spare to help some girls get ready before Max’s match. When it hit the 5 minute mark, you quickly made way to the gorilla where he stood.

He looked deep in thought, staring down at his boots while mumbling something to himself. When he finally looked up and caught your eyes, you saw his expression change. What was once stress was now smug, his signature smirk coming to his lips.

It was crazy to see how fast you could get a reaction out of him with just your appearance.

“You’re looking at the future retaining Champ.” He spoke with confidence in his voice. You rolled your eyes while crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah right!” You chuckled.

You two continued to stare at each other, almost as if you were trying to remember every single detail of this moment.

It was such an important match for Max, not only to prove to the fans why he was the champion, but to also prove it to you which added onto the pressure.

The sound of his music playing broke the staring contest.

“Well, good luck,” you wished with a cheery tone. You didn’t get a verbal answer but did get one from his middle finger as it extended up.

You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips as he walked through the curtains, the cheers almost blowing your ear drums.

The match was a 5 star classic, Brody really showing why he was put in the position to fight the champion and Max showing why he was one.

It ended with a Heat Seeker from Max before pinning the tattooed man for the 3 count.

It didn’t sound too crazy, but when Brody hit Max with a steel chair and blood started to leak from his forehead, you did grow a little worried.

By the time he was backstage, the blood was dripping past his eye and down his cheek.

You watched from the background as TK and other people stood by him to take pictures, the blood making you feel more uneasy.

Once he finally made it past everyone, he was ready to rub the retainment in your face, but then he saw your concerned expression.

“Follow me,” he whispered as he passed you. You shamelessly did, following him until you reached his locker room.

“You’re bleeding.” Was the first thing you said.

“It’s just a scratch.” he carelessly dismissed it as if he wasn’t bleeding from his forehead.

Your worried expression didn't falter, a scoff coming from him. “Seriously, it’s not that deep. Don’t tell me you're getting all soft on me now.” He teased, but stopped when he saw you weren’t laughing.

“Fine,” he groaned out. “You can patch me up, or whatever if it makes you feel better.”

It in fact did as you pushed him towards the bathroom and sat on the counter. He grumpily stood in between your legs, mumbling about “how stupid this was” and “how he didn’t need to be patched.”

“Oh hush, we both know damn well you don’t want an infection for not cleaning and covering this nasty cut.”

He relaxed in your touch, despite the occasional stings from hydrogen peroxide and rubbing at the injured spot. It was the most calm he’s felt since yesterday.

You pulled away, admiring your work. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches, just a band-aid.” You grabbed one and placed it directly on the cut.

“And done! Don’t you feel so much better?”

His face scrunched up at your question. “No, it still stings. You’re a bad nur—”

Without thinking, you leaned forward and gently kissed the bandage. “How about now?” You whispered.

Instead of a cocky looking Max you saw an embarrassed one, his face deepening into a shade of pink. Yours soon matched once you noticed what you had done.

You opened your mouth to explain yourself, but a knock on the door stopped you.

“MJF, it’s Renee! I just need to interview you real quick if you don’t mind!”