Title: So, you want a little taste of the Enigma?
Author: NeroAnne
Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff Hardy. Nor do I own the other wrestlers that will appear here.
Summary: This is for all my awesome reviewers! Just pick a guy, any guy! This guy will be paired with Jeff Hardy in a collection of one-shots. Here are the rules. It will be hardcore. It will be Jeff on bottom. It will be yummy and It will be your choice. The first one happens to be my favorite pairing, Matt/Jeff. This is just something I wanted to do for fun, something that I know I'll be able to update everyday.
If you want to do something that goes your way, let me know. Ex: Setting, AU, cross-dress, plot, high-school or WWE, and rating. I'm open to EVERYTHING but, it HAS to be a GUY.
ZZZZZ
Brock Lesnar/Jeff
For: slashdlite
Warning: …This is almost abusive. XD! But, it's not rape.
-Raw 2002; After the Lesnar vs. Hardy'z fight--
"Mmm…ah…" Jeff whimpered and shoved Matt away, protectively wrapping his arms around himself. "Stop, please!"
Matt crossed his arms. "It shouldn't be hurting that bad, Jeffro. I'm gonna go for the trainers."
Jeff sighed, wrapping his arm around his ribs. 'Damn you, Lesnar.' His ribs were aching something fierce. Damn Brock and his large…broad…shoulders…hm…
Jeff flushed, shaking his head in disbelief. Those broad shoulders he was daydreaming about were the same shoulders that rammed him into the corner several times. Each one had folded his body nearly in half.
And then, the big brute actually tried to kill him some more after he had won the match fairly. Stupid Heyman got Brock disqualified by pulling the ref out of the ring as Jeff pinned him for the win. Thank the good dude that Matt was able to save him before Brock could do any more damage.
Jeff sniffed. Brock had dominated the hell out of them. Matt was not an easy person to dominate and freaking Lesnar had done it with no problem.
Jeff sighed, running a hand through his fading blue locks. Perfect. Heyman was so upset that his agent had lost, so now they had to face both Brock and Heyman at Judgment Day.
All of that was lost in his mind though. The one thing that really set Jeff off was the fact that Brock had been staring at him with the most peculiar look in his sky blue eyes. It was almost…predatory.
Jeff unzipped the zipper of his pants, tugging them down a bit. He let out a loud gasp, staring at the large, dark bruise in surprise. "Holy shit…" he whispered softly, tracing the bruise with his fingertips.
"Damn it all. Now I'm gonna have to get airbrushed." Jeff hated getting airbrushed. Most of the time, they had really stupid young interns who over-did the job. He'd once had to perform looking like a damn ghost.
Jeff didn't look up when the door opened, instead, he turned around. "I know, I know. On your stomach, Mr. Hardy, I got it." He lowered himself onto the towel on the ground, wincing in pain. "There's a huge bruise on my lower abdomen, by the way, try not to touch it much."
Jeff wasn't all that surprised that the trainer didn't reply. He sighed, feeling large, rough hands touch at his back. They gently rubbed at his lower back and his upper shoulders. They gripped his shoulders, pulling him up roughly to his knees. "What the hell are you doing?!" Jeff looked over his shoulder. He paled.
Sky blue eyes leered down at him. A twisted smirk crossed thin lips.
"Oh, shit," Jeff whispered softly, feeling his body being to tremble. He was in no condition to fight this big bastard. And Matt probably got side-tracked by the guys…
He was fucked.
You're fucked.
Brock smirked widely, staring down at the pretty, pale face of his prey. He'd been having thoughts of fucking the kid into the floor ever since they started their feud. He growled lowly, pleased when Jeff's emerald eyes widened.
Moving his hand up to Jeff's hair, he jerked it back roughly, his cock twitched when Jeff let out a whimpering mewl. He pressed his nose to Jeff's neck, sniffing thoroughly, his other hand reaching down to grope Jeff's cock.
Brock snickered, feeling Jeff's hips buck. He moved his mouth to that slim, pale neck. He bit hard, roughly squeezing Jeff's hardening cock.
"Ah, ah," Jeff's sweet little cries of pain were making his already hard cock strain against the material of his tights. Snarling, Brock reached down, jerking Jeff's pants past his hips, turning him around.
Standing, Brock grabbed Jeff's hair, pulling him onto his knees in front of him. He locked eyes with Jeff.
Jeff seemed to understand. He slowly moved his hands up, grabbing the top of Brock's tights. He pulled them down slowly, not hiding his gasp of surprise as the thick cock jumped out, its full height reaching up to Brock's belly button.
"…Please tell me you just want a blow job," Jeff whispered, his cheeks flushing. "I…can't…I can't take that."
Brock found this amusing. He nodded, forcing Jeff's head down. He'd let the poor little baby think that he was just hear for a cock bath. Jeff was in for a rude awakening.
He watched with lust-hazed eyes as Jeff meekly opened his mouth, his pierced tongue slipping out to lap at the mushroomed head of his thick cock. He shivered, biting the inside of his cheek. He jerked up, wanting more.
Jeff seemed afraid though, he refused to open his mouth wider. Instead, he ran his tongue gently along the base, lapping softly.
Brock growled out a warning. "In."
Jeff shook his head, "It's too big-mmph!" Jeff's chokes cries went almost unheard as he gagged on the thick head of Brock's dick. He moved his hands to Brock's hips, digging his nails in roughly, trying to pull his head back.
Brock didn't let him. He grabbed the sides of Jeff's head, shoving half his dick inside that warm, wet mouth. He groaned deeply, moving one hand to the back of Jeff's neck. He slid in deeper, smirking hotly when Jeff gagged loudly, the choked noise causing his balls to rise up.
Jeff whimpered, feeling his mouth getting properly fucked. He breathed as much as he could through his nose, tears sliding down his cheeks. He shook hard, feeling even more of that thick dick slam down his throat.
Brock gritted his teeth, watching Jeff's body tremble. After one more harsh thrust he pulled out, his wet cock touching the edge of Jeff's mouth. He watched Jeff cough, bringing up a hand to his abused throat.
"O…kay," Jeff breathed out, "You…got," he whimpered, it hurt to speak. "Your blow job…leave."
Brock's eyebrow rose. He hadn't even released yet, but that was fine. He knew exactly where he would blow his thick load.
Jeff let out a surprised grunt when he was tossed onto his back. He felt his pants being jerked off completely. He blushed, hearing Brock snicker in amusement. He watched with tired emerald eyes as Brock twirled the thong on his index finger.
"They're comfortable," Jeff whispered. He already knew what was gonna happen. Did that mean he wanted it though? Well, he wasn't screaming rape so he guessed he did want it.
He squeaked when his knees were drawn up to his chest. He inwardly thanked all that dancing he did when he was in school. The flexibility was wonderful at a time like this. He bit his bottom lip, feeling Brock's fingers at his sensitive hole.
Brock brushed his thumb over the tightly puckered entrance. He licked his lips, shoving his thumb in roughly. He snarled as Jeff moaned.
Jeff's knees shook; he moved his head to the side, gasping as Brock's wet tongue slid against his tiny entrance. His eyes widened, more gasps leaving his pale throat. "Oh…mmm…god."
Brock groaned and pulled his tongue away. He turned Jeff around roughly, shoving his face and shoulders onto the towel. He reached over and grabbed Jeff's wrists, tugging them back to rest them on his lower back. He manacled both Jeff's wrists with one hand and used the other to grip Jeff's dick.
Jeff breathed hard, waiting anxiously. His hands were grabbed hard behind him, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He licked his lips, feeling that thick head at his hole. He closed his eyes, waiting.
Brock shifted before raising his hips. He slammed his thick dick into the tight hole and hissed, pulling back afterwards. Fuck. It was tight in there. He ignored Jeff's whimpering and he pulled on the younger male's arms, burying his dick in quickly.
Jeff's loud wail bounced off of the walls. He whined, his ass clenching reflexively, listening to Brock's loud snarls of pleasure. "Owe, shit!"
Brock panted hard, his chest heaving. He almost came with that one push! Jeff was way too damn tight to not be a virgin…
Jeff bit his lip, small whines escaping his throat as Brock began to thrust. He felt his ass cheeks being stretched and he panted, knowing that Brock was watching the way his big dick sank into his hole.
"Tight." Brock snarled quietly. He let go of Jeff's arms and grabbed on of his long legs, using it to turn him around swiftly, never once sliding his cock out of that tight hole. He grunted as Jeff moaned.
"Ride me." Brock demanded as he sat back. He pulled Jeff up over him, holding tightly to his hips.
Jeff panted, "But…it's too…" he whimpered in pain as Brock's cock hit roughly at his prostate. He let out another breathy mewl as Brock bit at one of his nipples. Slowly, his hips began to lift, slamming his body down onto Brock's thick rod.
"Ah, mm," Jeff closed his eyes, working himself harder and faster on that hard dick. "Oh, Brock, so good…" he gripped those broad shoulders, using them to lift up faster and harder.
Brock snarled at each thrust, staring up at Jeff's emerald eyes. He moved forewords, pressing his mouth roughly to Jeff's. They kissed hard, tongues dueling and teeth clashing.
Jeff shook, feeling one of Brock's large hand move to his hard cock. "Mm," he thrusted his hips, moving into that warm hand. He could feel himself getting close. He bit his lower lip, mewling.
Brock squeezed the tip of Jeff's cock, grinning when the smaller male squirted all over his hand. He felt Jeff's ass clench tightly around his cock and he snarled, spurting out a good amount of cum.
Jeff whimpered as he was shoved off of Brock's cock. He blearily opened his eyes, feeling warm liquid shoot across his cheek. He swallowed, watching Brock jerk his cock for the rest of it's cum.
Brock watched the last drops land on Jeff's lips. He smirked, lifting up the hand coated with Jeff's cum. He wrapped it tightly around Jeff's throat and picked him up, their noses touching.
"Don't ever ty to pin me again." The larger man rasped.
Jeff nodded quickly. He whimpered when he was dropped, his knees crashing him to the floor.
He watched Brock pick up his tights, slip them on, and exit the room.
Jeff licked his lips, tasting the cum on them. He smirked.
'You're crazy if you think I'm not gonna pin you again.'
Did he want that though? Here he was, lying in a cum-covered mess with an ass full of cum and blood. There was a large, ugly bruise on his abdomen, his hair was a mess, his throat made it hard to speak and his arms ached.
Oh, yeah. He wanted it.
'There's a bit of a masochist in me…'
Jeff giggled quietly and carefully stood, cleaning himself up, waiting for his big brother's return.
Man, that was so fun. XD!
Next: Cena/Jeff
For: Slashdlite, XD!
