#jeff hardy smut

[dirtywrestling]

Jeff Hardy - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Neighbors -💖/🚫

Summary: You get a new neighbor who's bit of an asshole. (Fluff, No Warnings)

Tag Team Lovers -💖/🚫

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt. (Commission, Fluff, No Warnings)

[sageispunk]

pretty like u (18+)

↳ A little lipstick never hurt anyone...

pairing: early 2000s jeff hardy x bestfriend!alt!black!reader

wordcount: 1.5k+

warnings: 18+, smut, just a lil self indulgent fic, reader is also a wrestler & southern, MUA foreplay basically, making out, lap riding/dry humping, dubcon if u squint, light choking

“You sure it’s gon’ look good, baby?”

“Mhmm, now sit still…you’re gonna mess me up.”

Kittie was playing faintly on your stereo behind you, coming off the nu metal mixtape you put together last week. Jeffrey watched as you continued to work on his face. The two of you were seated in front of your brightly lit, custom-made vanity. You straddled the fluffy brown bench and he sat in front of you, leaning forward in the chair he pulled over from across the room.

You could feel his pretty green eyes on you as you held his jaw sturdy with one hand, using the other to very carefully pen the eyeliner along his lower lash line. You didn’t want to do too much but you knew that he was okay with you playing around a little bit on his face. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he blushed and giggled after you’d mindlessly commented about his perfect facial structure while you were finishing up his smokey eye.

Sitting back, you scanned his face to make sure everything was symmetrical. His eyes followed yours, going back and forth until you looked away, twisting to retrieve something from the cluttered vanity.

Jeffrey tried not to stare but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body stretched and the way your clothes pulled around the curves of your body. The thin leopard print halter top you wore began to rise up on your tummy, giving him a sneak peek of the softness he was eager to lay his lips on.

The moth tattoos on the tops of both of your thighs were creeping out from under your black denim shorts. His fingers twitched in his lap, he wanted to trace them along the lines, softly, enough to get you to finally let your walls down for him.

In the few years that you’d known one another, there was almost no separating you. You’d traveled together to matches, and despite having your own hotel rooms, the two of you would often be found in yours—munching on a box of pizza together, watching Scooby Doo or some other silly cartoon. You would fly back home to NC during holidays together, visiting each other’s families before spending your own time alone.

But neither of you ever crossed that line. Sure, there were those times when you would notice his hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed by, or when he would catch you staring while he was putting on his face paint on the other side of the room. Tiny moments that the both of you brushed off as just parts of your weirdly intimate friendship, but everyone around you could see the energy there.

Like now, as you held Jeff’s jaw in your hand, with your own face just inches away from his. The pattern of his beard tickled under your fingers. A moment of eye contact had you both seizing your breath, before you tore your eyes away, focusing instead on his lips—soft, pink. You took a deep breath and popped open your black lip liner with one hand, bringing the pencil up to his face.

“Baby—” His cold hands gently landed on the tops of your thighs.

“Jeff…” You took a deep breath. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” His thumbs slid back and forth on your skin.

You lowered the liner back down to your lap. Jeffrey kept his face close, still in your grasp. “Just, let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.” He fought the urge to grin.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide your own smile. You quickly finished up the liner around his lips, following with a layer of your darkest purple lipstick. “Smack.”

He did as you said, and you released his face. He stayed close, and you didn’t dare to back up either. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

“Pretty like you?”

“Jeff-”

He leaned in just an inch. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

You smacked your lips. “So now you wanna mess up all my ha—"

Jeffrey closed the distance between you, swallowing your words down with his lips. Your eyelids fell shut as you accepted the feelings you’d been denying for too long. Blindly sitting your materials back onto the vanity, you brought your hands up to Jeff’s shoulders. As many times as you’ve touched him before, it was nothing like how you felt him now.

His warm muscles tensed under your grasp, relaxing a second later before he slid his hands further down the sides of your thighs, tucking them under and pulling you forward into his lap. You gasped at the sudden rearrangement and Jeff chased your lips like there was nothing in the world that he needed more.

Eyes low and lipstick already smudged, he used a hand on the back of your head to bring you back in. His fingers tangled in your long, black braids, gently stimulating your scalp. Jeff’s other hand was placed firmly on your hip, massaging into your bare skin. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands scrambling to touch as much skin as possible, to remember as much as possible.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his lap, already feeling his excitement underneath you. He whined against your lips, beginning to move in circles with you. The harmony between your bodies had you growing needier by the second, feeling almost regretful about taking so long to go further with Jeff. One of your hands found itself lightly wrapped around his neck, your fingers only slightly squeezing the sides. Jeff moaned, putting a few inches of space between your faces. You looked down at his purple, kiss-swollen lips, then back up to his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I’m all yours, take what ya need…”

Resting his head back against the chair, he pulled your free hand up to his neck to join the other. You took the hint and let both of your hands wrap around, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your hips bucked on as you felt him thrusting his hardness up into you, the only thing separating you being the fabric of both of your jeans. The teasing friction had you wanting more and more, and you tried for it.

You threw your own head back, sexually and emotionally frustrated and needing this orgasm to level your thoughts. “Fuck!”

Jeff squeezed your hips, providing a grounding sensation. You zeroed in, focusing on his touch and the heat growing between your bodies. You found the perfect pattern to move your body in, feeling the effects of both his cock and the seams of the jeans teasing your cunt.

You knew you were close, but it felt like you were missing something. You wanted to feel him, actually on you, or in you. You wanted to reach this high with him.

And just like he could read your mind, Jeff brought your attention back to his face, with his hands wrapped around your wrists. “Don’t stop, baby,” He whispered. His eyes were pleading, and so was his body under you.

“Cum with me?” Your voice was hushed, rasped, throat nearly dry although the rest of you felt the complete opposite.

Jeffrey nodded, slowly, moving once again with you as you picked up speed. Your eyes never left one another as the intensity of the moment increased. It was as though you were in tune with each other’s heartbeat, with the way the blood pumped through the other’s system. Everything in the universe began to make sense, like your whole life was leading up to this moment.

You used your hands on his neck to steady you as you moved with an eagerness even you haven’t seen in yourself. “Jeffrey— fuck, oh my god…”

“Mhmm, just like that baby, don’t stop…you’re so pretty grindin’ on me like this…”

You shouted out his name one last time, your entire body freezing up before it began to vibrate. White light blinded you behind your eyelids as you hit your peak, and you could faintly hear Jeff’s choked moans below, his own hips jerking up into you. You could feel every hair standing up on your body, every gentle gust of cool wind from the vents kissing your skin.

Your hips continued to move together, lazily, cooling down. You were synced, it seemed. Your hands loosened from his neck, falling down to his chest and feeling the swell of his chest under your fingertips.

Jeffrey pulled your arms in, effectively bringing your face back to meet his own. This time, he didn’t catch you by surprise. Your lips moved together as though you’d been doing this for years, tongues slipping past one another to explore. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

When things cooled down, you were forehead to forehead, breathing in eah other's air. You could feel the dampness of Jeff's lap under you, whether from you or him, you didn't care. Your eyes opened and were immediately met with his soft hazel gaze. Turning your head to the side, you placed a quick, gentle kiss on the side of his face. A new warm feeling spurred within you at the sight of him blushing and turning away from you.

"Oh, now you wanna act all shy, huh? Don't tell me this is all I had to do to get Mr. Jeff Hardy to give up all his power..." You teased him, giggling as you circled your hips for a short second, knowing good and well that he could probably make you just as weak if the roles were reversed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, endearingly pulling you in to squeeze himself against your chest. "Shhhh, girl...just gimme a few minutes..."

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Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

[lov3rla03]

I am incredibly sapphic but the thirst I have for Jeff Hardy is unmatched. Southern accent? Dumb little arm sleeves and lil wear jeans? Long colorful hair? Hip dips??? I would beg to lick the sweat off of his body 🥵

I am here for the Jeff Hardy love y’all are showing. Like….hello…

This man screams fuck you into the mattress now and cuddle you later😩😩😩😩

[charlessxaviers]

So this picture gave me some ideas for a fic.

PAINTED -Jeff is practicing painting himself at home and you ask him to paint you. Let’s just say the paint ends up just about everywhere by the time you’re done.

Definite smut involved. Should I write this?

[soothedoll]

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jeff hardy ! point me to the best eater

minors don’t interact

jeff was a man of few words so it didn’t surprise you when a light slap was delivered to your inner thigh.

“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.

if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.

a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.

“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.

“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.

“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.

his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.

he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.

face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.

“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.

his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.

“one more baby.” he pouts before licking a long stripe against your pussy the taste inviting as you squirm in defeat.

[stunnajitj]

⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟏/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

•　ＳＬＯＷ　ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ　•

Re-upload

ＪＥＦＦ　ＨＡＲＤＹ　

¹ 🍓: 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃

ʚ🍓ɞ - Over Thinker and hard to please Jeff Hardy develops an unexpected, desirable "crush" on one of the contestants in the WWF bikini contest hosted by team Xtreme.

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰⁰ )

⁵ 🍓: 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Jeff sometimes has an issue expressing and opening up about his emotions workout shutting down, especially when it comes to this new situationship with a woman as expressive and captivating as Tatyana. So, Jeff tries a different approach on a group vacation, putting his words into his writing-his emoetry (emotional-poetry.)

↳ WWF (²⁰⁰³)

ＫＥＶＩＮ　ＮＡＳＨ

² 🍓: 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After years of being single, Angela finally decides to take a leap of faith and goes on a set-up blind date made by her friend Sherri Martel. She soon is surprised, meeting six-foot-eleven, WCW superstar, Kevin Nash. How will the night end?

↳ WCW ( ¹⁹⁹⁷ )

ＭＡＴＴ　ＨＡＲＤＹ

³ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

🍓ྀི - Being best friends with the Hardy family-preferably Jeff Hardy since childhood wasn’t the easiest. Teasing towards Sanaa and Jeff came at every angle and rumors also were also spreading through family and friends because of how close they are. But, now that Sanaa was an adult, she was starting to get tired of the childish antics and to finally shut it all down she unexpectedly confesses her romantic feelings for someone she couldn’t stand and someone unexpected—Jeff’s older brother, Matt Hardy.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁹ )

⁶ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

 🍓ྀི~ After Sanaa unexpectedly confessed her feelings, Matt was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. Then, he suddenly watched her leave with no words, with no closer and she made no call after to talk. For days he traveled back and forth in his about his true emotions and negative thoughts invading his mind, almost driving himself crazy until a conversation with Jeff brings him back to reality, gives him some clarity and has him rethink things.. 

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁹ )

⁸🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘|𝐏𝐓 𝟑

ʚ🍓ɞ~ Once the day of Matt’s house warming party came, Matt had a plan in motion for himself, but Jeff had his own plan. With his plan Jeff made a trip to Sanaa’s hotel room with a begging plea for her to stay in Cameron for a while longer. But, when that doesn’t work he comes up with a trick that may jeopardize their friendship or change the dynamic of everything.  

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁹ )

ＤＡＭＩＡＮ　ＰＲＩＥＳＴ　

( Luis )

⁴ 🍓: 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After a huge victory against Finn Bálor at twenty, twenty-four's 'Bad Blood', Luis (Damian Priest) wants to celebrate. But, he doesn't want to do it alone...

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²⁴ )

ＪＥＹ　ＵＳＯ　

( Joshua )

⁷🍓: 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Coming out of a difficult break up with her long-term ex-boyfriend, Robyn’s friends try to find a way to finally drag her out of bed in Las Vegas. But, as fate will have it, she unexpectedly runs into an old college friend who happens to be a champion.

↳  WWE ( ²⁰²⁵ )

~ 𝔍𝔞𝔷𝔷𝔶 ʚ🍓ɞ

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CHAPTER I (PT. 2) DAMIAN PRIEST X OC

“ Your favorite! Don't drink too much before your interview baby doll. I'll be at the house if you need me.”

- Daddy

The note brought a smile to my face as I popped the lid on the coffee canister, taking in the strong scent of coffee grounds as I began prepping the pot. Though I was a thirty-four-year-old woman, I still found immense comfort in knowing at least one of my dads gave a damn enough about how stressful today may be for me to stay planted at their home that was just down the hill. Knowing if this interview became too much, too hurtful, that I could go running into his arms felt like a security blanket. I examined the kitchen for the next five minutes while my coffee brewed, the pantry was stocked with food I’d eat, there were drinks and snacks in the refrigerator, and I knew that this had to of been the work of my fathers. Knowing them, they likely assumed I’d be too nervous and too dread-filled to go grocery shop for a house that sits empty until I pay a visit, and they were right, groceries hadn’t even crossed my mind. I considered making myself a meal, it was eight fifteen and I had plenty of time to eat before this interview happened, yet the thought of putting food in my system made me feel sick, so I chose to skip the meal and enjoy my hot black coffee all on its own. I opened the cabinet next to the fridge and pulled out a coffee mug, one of my grandfather's favorites. It was a large mug that had been in this house since before I existed. It had a weird yellow hue to it now, my guess from the years of daily use, and on the front had an old logo that had started to fade away. It was for an old diner that used to exist in town but had been shut down for years. According to my grandfather, it was where he and my grandmother went to breakfast after church every Sunday. He always said using this mug made him feel connected to her again, and now I’m using it to feel connected to him. I poured my coffee and decided to enjoy out on the front porch in one of the old rockers. As soon as I opened the front door, I was hit with the crisp fall morning air, something I missed being in Florida permanently now. I made my way to the closest rocker and curled up in the seat, taking in the view from my grandfather’s porch. The compound of more acres than I cared to know of land that my grandparents had bought in the early days of their marriage. Their house, a single-story, old-timey ranch home, sat on top of a rather large hill, and now, it overlooked two massive homes flanking either side in the close distance. My fathers lived in these homes with their respective families and children. I looked at both houses, trying to see if I could discern any activity in the homes yet but to no surprise, I couldn’t quite tell from this angle. I sipped my coffee and took in the morning as much as I could, knowing in less than an hour, I’d be in the most uncomfortable position I’ve ever experienced in my life. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, jolting me out of my doomsday thoughts. I immediately pulled it from my pocket and smiled at the incoming call as I swiped to answer it. “Mija,” the deep voice said happily, and suddenly, I was back on earth without a care in the world.

[jeffhardyjams]

“pretty little liar” ⋆˚꩜｡

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 -2.8k +) SMUT & explicit language

summary : y/n and jeff, two wrestlers, have a complicated relationship that's a mix of friendship and rivalry. After a heated argument, y/n finds jeff injured and drunk outside her car, and she takes him to her home to patch him up. as they spend more time together, their tension turns into a passionate encounter in the shower, and they finally give in to their attraction

"You're such a bitch," Jeff grumbled under his breath as he watched Y/N storm out of the locker room, the door slamming shut behind her. The tension between them had been palpable for weeks, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was a typical Monday night at the WWF, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and ambition. They had always pushed each other to the limit during practice, but tonight's tag team match had taken it to a whole new level. They had lost, and now it was all coming to a head.

Y/N, wearing her trademark short pink zebra pajama shorts and a black tank top, had been looking forward to unwinding at home. But as she stepped into the quiet parking lot, she felt a sudden jolt of anxiety. She quickened her pace, her sneakers squeaking against the concrete as she headed for her car. The sound of a distant engine grew louder, and she glanced over her shoulder, hoping it wasn't Jeff coming to continue their argument. But it was just a couple of fans leaving the venue, eager to get home to rehash the night's events.

Her thoughts drifted to the last time she had seen Jeff's green eyes, glowing with frustration in the harsh gym lights. They had always had a complicated relationship, one that danced on the edge of friendship and rivalry. As she unlocked her car, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the end of their partnership. Would they ever be able to work together again?

As she started the engine, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Trish, her roommate, asking if she had picked up milk on her way home. Y/N sighed, knowing she had forgotten. "Great," she murmured to herself. "Just what I need." She turned the car around and headed back to the convenience store, her mind racing with thoughts of Jeff and their heated exchange.

The bell above the store door jingled as she pushed it open, and she quickly grabbed a gallon of milk. As she approached the counter, she heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff's laughter outside. She froze, peering through the window to see him leaning against her car, a bottle of whiskey in hand. His hair was wet and plastered to his forehead, and there was a fresh cut on his arm, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage. Her annoyance morphed into concern. "Jeff, what the hell?" she called out, slamming the milk down on the counter.

He looked up, his eyes glazed with alcohol. "Hey, gorgeous," he slurred, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "You're not gonna leave me out here to bleed to death, are you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes but knew she couldn't just leave him like this. "Get in the car," she said firmly. "We're going back to my place so I can patch you up."

The drive home was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jeff leaned his head against the cool window, his eyes closed. His wet hair had turned a darker shade of green, and the streetlights cast an eerie glow across his features. Y/N couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pity and anger towards him.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, she helped him out of the car, his body heavy with intoxication. She guided him to the door, his hand warm and unsteady in hers. As she fumbled with her keys, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.

Once inside, she led him to the bathroom, the light flickering overhead. "Take a shower," she ordered, handing him a towel. "You're a mess."

Jeff nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he turned and disappeared into the steamy room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her harsh words earlier. As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of his bare back, the muscles rippling under his t-shirt.

Before she could move, she heard the sound of the shower turning on, and she realized with a start that she had left her phone in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing. "Jeff, I need to grab my phone," she called out, trying to sound casual.

"Come in," he said, his voice muffled by the water. "It's no big deal."

Y/N pushed the door open, her eyes immediately drawn to the figure of Jeff under the showerhead, water cascading down his body. He was shirtless, his hair now a dark shade of green from the water. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning to his chiseled abs and the tattoos snaking down his arms. "I'm just gonna grab it," she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

Jeff looked over his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Need some help?" he asked, holding out a hand. His eyes traveled over her messy bun and the way her top clung to her dampened skin from the shower's mist.

Her phone was just out of reach, on the counter. She took a step closer, their eyes locking for a brief moment before she grabbed it. As she did, she heard the door to the apartment open and close. "Shit," she whispered, recognizing the sound of Trish's heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"What's going on?" Jeff's eyes widened, understanding dawning on his face.

"Trish," she hissed, her heart racing. "You need to hide."

Without another word, Jeff stepped aside, allowing her to slip into the shower with him. The water was hot, and she could feel it seeping into her clothes, making them cling to her body. She turned her back to him, trying to compose herself. "Don't say anything," she warned, placing a hand over his mouth as the bathroom door opened.

Trish's voice echoed through the room. "Y/N, you left your phone in the car again?" She waited a beat, and when there was no response, she sighed. "Fine, I'll just grab my blow dryer and go. Did you pick up milk?"

Y/N nodded vigorously, trying to keep her voice muffled. Jeff's eyes danced with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanna share a towel too?" he whispered, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Y/N's pulse quickened as she felt the warmth of his bare chest against her back. The tension between them had always been electric, but now it was palpable, thick with unspoken desire. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh, despite the situation. "You're such an asshole," she murmured.

Trish rummaged around the bathroom, grabbing her blow dryer before heading back out. "Don't forget to lock the door," she called over her shoulder.

As soon as they heard the door click shut, Jeff's arms snaked around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him. She gasped as she felt his bare chest press against her back, his hands moving to cup her breasts over her wet shirt. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N's body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. She knew this was a bad idea, that they had a match tomorrow, but she couldn't deny the attraction that had been simmering between them for months. She leaned back into him, feeling his erection press against her. "Jeff," she breathed, "what are we doing?"

He turned her around, his eyes dark with lust. "I think we're about to make up for that loss," he said, before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air.

The water from the showerhead rained down on them, mixing with their desire as they tangled together, the steam billowing around them like a misty cloud. Y/N's hands roamed over Jeff's wet, muscular body, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the ridges of his abs, and finally resting on the towel slung low around his hips. She could feel him growing harder against her, and she knew there was no going back.

With a growl, Jeff picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the tiled wall. The water pounded on their skin, the heat from their bodies blending with the steam. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he reached down to tug her panties aside. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he slid into her with an urgency that was almost painful.

Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the small bathroom. Jeff's eyes never left hers, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air. Y/N threw her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, the water running down her neck in rivulets. She could feel the climax building, her muscles tightening around him, and she knew it was going to be explosive.

They came together, their cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of the shower. Jeff's grip on her tightened, his body trembling as he buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. They stayed like that for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths and the steady patter of water.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of elation and trepidation. What had they just done? The tension between them had just taken a whole new turn, and she wasn't sure if they could ever go back to being just teammates.

They stepped out of the shower, Jeff wrapping the towel around her body before securing one around his own waist. He handed her another towel for her hair, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. She took it, her eyes lingering on his, trying to read the emotions swirling within them.

"Well," she said finally, her voice still shaky, "I guess we know how to blow off some steam now."

Jeff chuckled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess we do."

They stumbled into her room, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the next day would bring, both in and out of the ring. As they lay down together, the warmth of Jeff's body enveloping her, she knew that no matter what happened, this night would be one she would never forget.

[ authors note ; i hope you guys enjoyed this imagineee 🫶🏼 please request any ideas you have in mind or scenarios!! i also OWN that gif and created it so please give credit if you use!! ** ]

[ringoffiction]

Collision Course

Summary: You and Jeff were paired to form a team, the only problem was that he hated your guts. He would always accuse and shame you until the day you confronted him. Pairings: Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers, cursing, kinda smut but not really, +18 Word Count: 593 Notes: This is my first fic in 8 years, so be patient I'm still rusty

Being one of the few women on the main roster that would constantly have rivalry with male superstars was no easy task. You were often taken for granted and your place as a top star in the company would always be seen as you “sleeping around to get your way to the top”, even though that was bullshit some of these comments got to your nerves. One male wrestler in particular could ruin your day just for existing in the same room as you.

Jeff Hardy was loved by everyone, when he got the ring next to his brother the arena would explode in chants and applause. With that much love at such a young age, his ego was definitely affected. So when he got the news that you would be paired with him and his brother he made his personal mission to make your life a living hell. 

“Don’t fuck this up” was the first thing he said to you before his entrance music started playing, you just rolled your eyes and focused in your match. 

This happened 4 months ago and the interactions between you and Jeff just became worse, but thankfully you and Matt started getting along and quickly became friends. 

When the three of you were in the ring the chemistry was undeniable, but when you got behind the curtains the bickering would start, mostly Jeff saying you're sloppy and you were bringing their quality down.  

But one day he crossed the line. 

During a match against Edge and Lita you were supposed to let Jeff tag you, but Lita pulled you over ringside and started to wrestle you. This resulted in Jeff losing the tag and the match for the pair. 

As you helped each other out of the ring, Jeff put his arms around your shoulders and whispered in your ear “You’re pathetic, you don’t deserve to be here”, this was the last straw for you, you swallowed your tears and continued to make your way backstage ready to confront the charismatic enigma. 

You dragged him to an empty corner “what’s your problem?” you asked while holding his collar and bringing his face close to yours. 

“you”, he said with a smirk on his face. He got even closer to your face and you breath mixed in one, he locked eyes with you and you could feel the heat of his body so close to you that it almost felt like it was burning. “I have a problem with you and how everyone falls for you”.

With that you couldn't help but scoff “so your problem is that everyone likes me and you don’t? Because you’re better than everyone?” you got even closer to him while saying this, lips so close to touching. “Grow up, Jeff”.

“But you see, princess… My problem is that I'm no better than anyone” Jeff said while putting his hands on your waist and pulling your lower body close to his. “I want you more than anything”

And just like that he closed the distance between your lips, the kiss was intense from the start. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored each other bodies, his hands travelled from your waist to your butt. 

At the same time you put your hand to his muscular chest and moved to the back of his neck pulling him even closer to you and deepening the kiss. Jeff let out a breath moan and you could feel his member against your core.

He separated the kiss with heavy breathing “wanna finish this somewhere else?”

[arminmiflaco]

I was thinking about CM Punk (Phil) as your boyfriend. Smut!(not much), mdni!!!, ⚠toxic behaviors⚠

He is so arrogant and stubborn that he thinks he is always right, even when he is not, and inevitably wants to control you. You will never be able to dominate him, even if you want to.

The typical alternative boy and bimbo girl couple, you so sweet and innocent. He, a very disciplined boy, but a troublemaker... too much for your good.

He thinks you are his property, his jealousy is something you don't want to provoke! And it's not for you, but for those innocent people who end up paying the price.

Punk hates Jeff Hardy. According to Phil, Jeff has been lusting after you for a long time. You're a very pretty girl and that only fuels his jealousy, he doesn't want anyone else to see you but him.

When he found out that you and Jeff were friends, he almost went crazy, he wanted to smash his face in and never see you out of the corner of his eye again. He was mad, he thought you already understood that you can't have anyone else but him! Why do you have to talk to other boys? He has to be the only one in your life! Don't you have enough with him?

You have to understand!! He is so in love with you that he can't stand the idea of you spending time with others :(

Phil sits you on his lap and squeezes your cheeks so hard that it almost hurts.

- Doll, I hear you're talking to Jeff.

- W-what?

- I thought we talked about this, I don't want you talking to other guys.

- But that's not fair, I want to have friends! It doesn't mean I want to be with them :(

- You don't, but they do. Men's minds are so sick. I know Jeff, he obviously just wants a chance to fuck you.

- That's not true, Jeff is a good friend, he never talked to me like that...

- Y/N, I heard him say it, he's just another asshole who thinks he has a chance with you.

Obviously this was a lie from Phil to get you away from Jeff, but you never thought about it because you always saw Phil as someone who would never lie to you, who only cared about your well being.

You feel your heart breaking, you really thought Jeff respected you like you respected him, now your perception has changed and you don't want to see him anymore.

Punk sees the sadness in your eyes and hugs and kisses you, telling you how much he loves you and that he will always be there for you because he is the only one who cares.

☆°☆~

Now your hips are in the air as Phil mercilessly spanks you once, twice, even ten times as he angrily and lustfully claims you as his own.

- No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever be able to have you.

Then he turns you over and penetrates you quickly. You were already wet from the foreplay, but it was so rough and unpredictable that you couldn't help moaning from the slight pain, little tears coming out of your eyes, while Phil ruins you in a fast way, kissing you almost without letting you breathe, with one arm hugging you, bringing you closer together and the other touching your tits. He would only stop kissing you to say things in your ear, his most disgusting thoughts about his jealousy and what he would do to you scared the hell out of u :( but at the same time you couldn't help but get horny.

☆°☆~

I'm sorry, I know there are mistakes (English is not my first language)

[alicia-18]

Arrogant Bastard Part Two — CM Punk x Reader Smut

Notes: Wow guys. I didn’t expect the level of love I received on the first part at all. I’ve never felt confident writing smut, despite reading copious amounts and not exactly being a virgin irl 😅 but I agree, part one needed a second part. I hope this suffices. It also needs to be edited, sorry gang.

Warnings; MDNI, 18+, Oral sex (male receiving), Rough Sex (straight P in V action), Punk thinks he’s god, Breeding kink if you squint, Choking kink if you squint, provably very poorly written smut.

If you didn't hate CM Punk before, you sure as hell hated him now. Not only was he self obsessed, difficult to work with and combative, he had ruined your sex life completely. The calm he brought from that earth shattering orgasm lasted for about 4 days. Everyone around the workplace noticed, of course, that you were gliding around rather than stomping. Michelle even had to work extra hard to get a rise out of you, and couldn't until day 3. But then day 5 came and your body was itching for another release. A release you provided but felt more than underwhelming. You tried this for a week, sometimes a couple times a day, but each time left you feeling more and more frustrated. The orgasms you brought yourself just weren't cutting it.

And Punk could see your tension building again, everyone could. You went from being all smiles and fluid movements to tensed muscles and a short temper. He would always be present for your little outbursts, standing to the side and smirking like he could just tell the route of your issues. He was driving you insane, to a point you wanted to maim him. You needed a solution before you were charged with assault.

That solution came when Jeff Hardy's attention seemed to be lingering on you one evening. You and Jeff had always been somewhat friendly, exchanging pleasantries whenever in close vicinity of the other. But that's all it ever got to. Until you both attended an impromptu party various other wrestlers attended, and alcohol seemed to give each of you a confidence boost. It wasn't as if you both fancied each other, or were even looking for something past one night. But you could both appreciate the attractive qualities of the other and went back to his hotel room.

It could have been your shared intoxication, or perhaps the fact your brain — who was slowly but surely becoming your worst enemy — compared every single one of his touches to someone else's. But it just didn't hit the spot you needed. He was great, and it definitely was better than when you got yourself off. But it lacked intensity. He was very giving, unselfish like a lot of partners you have had, but not him. You left his room feeling even more frustrated than when you went in, just because your mind wouldn't get him out of it.

You tried sleeping with Jeff sober a week later, hoping the lack of alcohol in your system would allow your brain to focus on the man currently with you and all the things he was doing right. But it couldn't. It didn't matter if you were sober or not, the fact was Jeff just wasn't Punk. Your body wasn't craving an orgasm, your body was craving the release he gave you. It didn't care that you despised him, or that every word he spoke left a sour taste in your mouth. No. Your body only cared about how addictive his touch on it was. How good he had made you felt when it was begging for it. And forced you to imagine just how good sex with him would be if oral was that good. CM Punk had ruined your entire sex life, and 2 months after the fact, you were so frustrated that you were ready to scream at him.

You had stomped past him after Raw, where you and Michelle had just had a brawl that ended better for her than you. He gave you his classic lopsided smirk, and stared down at you with glittering eyes. "You seem tense." He teased, crossing his arms across his chest. You hated how your thighs clenched as his muscles became more pronounced.

"Fuck you." You spat, murder in your eyes that only added to his amusement. He tutted, tilting his head.

"Not to be repetitive, but it once again seems like it's you who needed to get fucked." He grinned, proud of himself. His ego was so big, you didn't know how it fit into his pea brain. You wanted to punch him. No, you wanted to fuck him. Maybe a bit of both. He could see the conflict in your eyes as you stared back at him, only further inflating his ego.

His eyes swept over your body, not hiding the fact in the slightest, and smiled evilly as your thighs involuntarily rubbed together when his attention directed to them. "You're like a cat in heat." He joked, but let out a surprised grunt as you latched onto his arm and tugged him into the storage closet behind you both. "What are you doing?" He questioned loudly, to which you shushed him just as loud.

You faced him dead on, barely able to see him in the dark and dusty room, it wasn't very big, but was big enough for a shelving unit, a few boxes and enough floor room for about three people if they were stood dead straight. Not perfect, but you didn't want perfect with him. "You're going to fuck me, and you're gonna do it good enough that I never have to ask you again." You demanded rather than asked, in an aggressive whisper that had him chuckling under his breath.

"So you're using me? Not even gonna take me out for dinner first?" He took a minuscule step closer, resulting in you pressed against the door and him looming over you. Your mind screamed profanities towards him, but your body tingled all over with the possibility of him touching you. The walls of your pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something to be there to constrict. Your body was profoundly desperate for the man in front of you, and you would have done literally anything in that moment for a smidge of relief.

"Yes I'm using you. Now how do you work your weird sex magic best? From behind?" You went to turn around, but he caught your forearm in the motion.

"You're serious about this?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes barely visible in the storage closet but the lust was clearly identifiable. You hated yourself for the impatient whine your throat created, and your cheeks burnt. "See, I was nice last time. Didn't ask for anything in return, made you feel so fucking good. So good that now you've turned from a raging bitch to a dripping whore. Maybe I'm not feeling so nice today." He placed his hand on the door handle, as if he would leave. He had no intention of turning you down, not really. He had been patiently waiting for the day you would ask him to ruin you. But he wanted to see just how badly you wanted him too.

"No!" You put your hand over his on the handle and stared up at him with enough desperation that it made you feel sick. "Please Punk, it'll just be once. I've tried sleeping with other people and my body just doesn't want them like it needs you right now." You admitted with embarrassment, hating how you were fuelling his already too large of an ego.

"I think you're gonna have to show me just how badly you want it." He taunted, placing his large hands of your shoulders and putting enough pressure for you to get the memo. You sank to your knees and stared up at him with nothing but lust in your eyes. He wish he had something on him to photograph you with, because despite the lack of light, he had never seen anything so erotic in his life. Your hands were trailing down his stomach and to his belt buckle, fumbling with it to try and release him quickly. "Look at you, you're desperate for it, aren't you?" He gloated, making you roll your eyes and scoff at his jabbing.

He leant down and grasped your jaw, forcing you to look straight at him. "You're sounding ungrateful. Maybe we shouldn't do this if you're gonna be like that." His empty threat made your body act before logic could catch up.

"I'm sorry, please. I need to get you out my mind." You all but begged, feeling rather pathetic from your place on the floor. But any self deprecating thoughts left your mind as he swiftly pulled himself out of his jeans and presented the most delicious cock you had ever seen. It was annoyingly perfect. The perfect length, perfect girth, perfect amount of hair surrounding it for your particular taste. It was mouthwatering.

"Now be a good girl and show me just how badly you need me." He commanded, and you did as he said without argument for the first time. Your tongue swirled around his engorged tip, and a groan left your throat as you got your first taste of him. You had never loved giving head. You didn’t actually know anyone who did. But a primal part of your brain seemed to click into place as you stared up at him and let his length slide down your throat. You hated him, but you wanted to prove to him you were the ‘best in the world’. You wanted him to not be able to get head ever again without seeing your face. With every flick of your tongue and bob of your head, you were overcome with an overwhelming need to pleasure him even better than he had you. Even in these moments, you were trying to one up him. You wanted him to need you just as badly as you needed him.

Punk hadn’t seen such a beautiful sight in his entire life. Despite the thick drool dripping from your chin and onto your thighs that were rubbing together, or the makeup that had smeared under your eyes and around your lips, you looked divine. His hand twisted in your hair, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. He wanted to commit this moment to memory forever. He could listen to the sound of you choking on his length and slurping up every drop of precum on loop for the rest of his life. He really believed nothing in life would look as magnificent as you worshipping his dick.

Without words, he pulled on your hair and made his cock leave your mouth with a loud *pop*. He needed to be deeper in you than your throat would allow, and he needed it now. You already looked thoroughly fucked, with messy hair, glazed eyes, and tear stained cheeks. You didn’t have the time to feel anxious about your appearance, because as soon as your feet were on the floor, he was hooking his muscular arms under your thighs and roughly slamming you against the wall. The precariously stacked shelves next to you shook with the impact, but the sound was overpowered by your surprised squeal when Punk tore your shorts from your body, ripping them in the process.

“Punk—” You tried berating him, but cut yourself off with a sharp inhale as the head of his cock prodded your entrance. You both watched as he pressed slowly into you, your pussy already ready to go without any foreplay, and simultaneously groaned as he bottomed out. Your nails clawed at the skin of his shoulders and back, wordlessly begging for him to absolutely ruin you. He pulled back, until only an inch was still inside you and slammed back in hard enough to draw a loud moan from you.

“You want me to fuck you so good that you never need to come back?” He breathlessly questioned, but repeated his harsh thrust before you could bring any words out your mouth. He pushed you further into the wall, and allowed his body to hold you up so he could remove one hand from your thigh and shoved two fingers into your mouth. You gagged against the invasion, and choked on every moan he dragged out of you. “I’m gonna fuck you so good that no man will ever compare.” He growled, speeding up his movements but not going any softer. He was well and truly ruining you, and it felt better than anything you had ever experienced. You never wanted this feeling to leave, as nothing could enter your mind except the man inside you and just how good he felt. You believed him, well and truly, that nothing and no one will ever compare to the onslaught he was unleashing on you.

He angled his hips slightly, and immediately began bumping against your g spit with every violent snap of his hips. “Oh god!” You whimpered as his fingers slid from your mouth and rested on your neck. He wasn’t pressing down, but just the action had your nerves on fire. Your release was building quickly, the edge getting within reach before you could process what was happening.

“God? I am the only fucking god here. You want to come? Beg to your god.” He didn’t have to ask twice. You clung onto him like your life depended on it, his hand slipping from your throat and to your clit where his fingers ghosted over it.

“Oh god, please make me come! I’m so close, please Punk, please!” You whined pathetically, meeting his thrusts and attempting to bump his fingers against your swollen clit again. As more ‘please’s’ tumbled from your lips, he took mercy on you and swirled around your bundle of nerves. Your climax hit you like a train, fast and unexpectedly. The noises that echoed around the storage closet were ones that had you had never made before, and they began mingling with Punk’s own grunts as your pussy clenched around his dick like a soft, warm vice.

“Tell me you’re on birth control.” He caught your eyes again, and stared you down with his penetrating gaze. You nodded rapidly, moving your hands to fist his top.

“Ruin me. I want you to come so deep inside me that I can never be rid of you.” You watched him as his thrusts became sloppy, and the noises coming from him came out breathier. Just the idea of you never being able to have sex again without remembering the feeling of his seed filling you to the brim dragged him over the edge and had him cursing as he finished. You could feel his hot come shooting deep inside you, drawing more mewls from your throat as he pounded into you until he was sure every single drop of semen had drained from his body and overfilled yours.

Punks sweaty forehead fell to yours softly as you both panted, coming down together. Both of your heads felt hazy, and you were sure your legs would barely be able to support your weight when he put you down. Luckily, you both remained joined together for another minute whilst your heart rates settled and your mind fog began to clear.

He withdrew from you, his semi-hard cock sliding from you and making you both grunt at the loss of contact. You were shocked he put you down as gently as he did considering the physical aggression he just displayed, but he set you down as if you would break. And perhaps you would, considering your legs felt like your bones hand melted. He pushed his hair out of his face before tucking himself back into his pants and did his zip up. Whilst you collected yourself, tour hands rubbing down your face to remove any sweat and remaining drool, he reached into the box sat in the corner and handed you a pair of woman’s sweatpants. They looked about two sizes too big for you, and bright pink, but considering he quite literally ripped your previous bottoms, you accepted them.

An awkward silence settled over you both as you hoisted the sweatpants over your shaking legs and tied them up so they wouldn’t fall down. Now what? You thought, looking up at him uncharacteristically bashfully. “You should go to the bathroom before seeing anyone else. Your makeup is everywhere.” He suggested as if the thought never crossed your mind. You rolled your eyes, and slipped back into your usual back and forth effortlessly.

“Nah, I was gonna walk around like this for everyone to see.” You sarcastically offered, folding your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. You both stared with your usual disdain, but something new twinkled underneath the surface. As the two of you left the dusty and overly warm storage room, parting ways with a few snarky comments, the pair of you knew that something new had sparked between you both. How would either of you go back to before after that? Neither of you would be able to sleep with someone else without thinking back to the quickie in the storage closet. And everytime you both argued, something new tainted the air. An underlying sexual tension that was begging to be relieved.

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jeff hardy was my gay awakening. there is no limit to the things I would do for that man.

Ugghhh!!! I love that for you hunny😌👏

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