#jeff hardy smut

[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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[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😩😩😩😩

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ jeff hardy ! point me to the best eater

contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, female receiving, oral, cunnilingus, dom! 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 how he feels, especially when it comes to this new "relationship"...So instead of talking and arguing, he would rather put it in his emo-etry (Emotional Poetry).

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰¹ )

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 close friends with the Hardy family since childhood wasn't the easiest. Teasing about Tyra and Jeff specifically coming at every angle and rumors also started to spread everywhere because they were so close. But, Tyra now as an adult, is tired of the teasing and finally, unexpectedly, confesses her real romantic feelings for someone no one saw coming. Someone everyone thought she hated —Jeff's brother, Matt.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

⁷ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After Tyra bravely confessed her feelings to Matt, his conscience was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion for days. But, after a talk with his brother Jeff for closure, he's finally made up his mind..

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

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 )

⁶ 🍓: 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. But as fate will have it, she unexpectedly runs into an old college friend once she's out.

↳  WWE ( ²⁰¹⁸ )

~ 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.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

saw that you love writing breeding kinks👀 could i request a jeff hardy/female reader breeding kink one shot please?

Jeff Hardy W/ Breeding Kink

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An: First time Im writing for Jeff in a while

Jeff already knows he wants kids, and he told you that relatively early on

So It’s not much of a surprise that he gets off to the idea of you being pregnant

He would have your hips propped up by a pillow while cumming in you as many times as he could handle

“Such a good girl, taking everything I give you. Can’t wait to see you swell up with my kid’

If You eventually get pregnant He would be All over you constantly

His hands constantly rubbing your stomach and groping your breasts

“Should keep You like This all the time. So beautiful When You’re filled with my kid, complaining mine when you’re like this.”

[noisynutkryptonite]

Smut Fanfic by @chrisevansxmalereader and @mynameisrukan

Attitude Era Wrestlers X Black 90's Male Celebrities

In life, there were people who never lacked money, who had plenty, but for other people, that money was scarce, and they needed to earn further. For example, there were certain problems with this business of fighters. The business looked like it went very well, with several fans watching the Wrestlemania season of the year 1999.

Therefore, there were several good incomes for this event that went really well. The truth is that they all liked this because it was their passion, what they really liked to do, besides that they were very good at what they were doing. However, in the world, there were always some problems. On this occasion, The WWF start having economic problems. This made it a serious problem that keep everyone in the business worrying. Fortunately, there were people with a lot of money who happily would donate money to support the WWF, who really needed that money.

The difficulty of the deal was that most of these donors wanted to receive a certain service. They weren't that interested in the wrestling, but in those wrestlers that were too sexy, and they wanted to fuck those tight muscle cunts. Now, it was clear that a lot of the fighters didn't want to do that kind of thing, but… they also needed the money to continue doing this thing they so much wanted to do. Because of this, some decided to accept this proposal. These donors were well-known celebrities, all of whom were black-skinned.

All these black men had too much money, and people with a lot of money tend to use it to…have the best sexual experiences. For this to happen, these male celebrities agreed to support the WWF, which had financial problems. They promised to donate large amounts of money to them in exchange for sexual experiences with the male wrestlers. With this deal accepted, several things were arranged.

Nobody would know of this whole business, with no one revealing what these famous men did with these wrestlers. Got a secret place for all this to be carried out, and the wrestlers got ready to get fucked by these black celebrities. They prepared very well because if the stereotype was correct with these black men, they would have big dicks that would fill the wrestlers' holes all the way inside. at least it wouldn't be more difficult for these wrestlers with good bodies, who would be fucked in a secret place where no one would know what happened. However, things got a little further complicated, because the donors had one special condition for this business. They did not want simple sex with these fighters. It was true that those muscular men were too sensual. With those really desirable bodies that were already so hot, This would complete a good experience.

But no, several of the black men decided to make it a condition to fuck them while they were wearing lycra suits. Those of the WWF thought that they referred to seeing the wrestlers in the clothes they wore when they were wrestling in the fighting ring, all while they fucked, and they were right…in the last part.

It turns out that these celebrities had the special kink of seeing these strong men dressed in lycra suits that represent distinct Superheros. Each of the male wrestlers would have to wear a different lycra suit of superheroes or characters from superhero comics. This isn't actually like it does the job worse, so, not giving so much interest or being so concerned about it. all those men, showing their courage, their strength, and their desire to continue in this business that they loved so much, made their latest preparations and went to this secret place. It was a private building that belonged to the WWF, being further well a type of warehouse, one that they arranged for this “business”.

In the center, with several lights illuminating, there was a big bed where they would do the orgy. In any case, each of these 90s wrestlers were going to be giving their special services to a certain celebrity, but these men wanted to do it in one room altogether. This could add a certain sexual arousal to the situation. And now the poor fighters would not only have to have sex with these wicked men, but now they also had to fuck in front of their partners, as well as watch the others get fucked while cosplaying as superheroes. But then, when the time came, there were the black celebrities, walking into the room dressed in expensive suits, only to start stripping down to their underwear. They settled on the large soft surface in the center, sitting and waiting for their precious sex toys for that night. In a few moments, the "Superheros" would give to these men the best pleasure in life... or at least would try, because they are not experts in being bottoms for other men.

There were the black male celebrities. LL Cool J, Taye, Method Man, Ginuwine, Tyson, Morris, and Shemar. They were the 7 famous black men who had given large sums of money to obtain this wonderful sexual feast.

Could enjoy the irresistible bodies of these men. Nothing better than having some sex with some men with muscular asses, maybe some with faces that looked too pretty to be in those fights. "But look what beauties we have here” That's what Method man said when he saw the wrestlers arrive at the place, wearing those tight lycra bodysuits. Each of those 7 wrestlers were so fucking hot like this. Christian wore a lycra suit that represented Venom, and he definitely looked good in black. Shawn was wearing a tight spandex Aquaman suit, and with that long hair, he had, he looked even better. Steve was Batman, in a tight black lycra suit that seemed to be perfect for him and his luscious body.

Jeff looked like Spiderman with that suit, and he looked even sexier, but maybe not as seductive as Andrew "Test" Martin, who definitely looked perfect wearing that suit of Thor. Although RVD looked wonderful in that lewd Booster Outfit Gold, just like Kurt did in that Captain America lycra suit, so tight and it fit him so well that it even showed a nice American ass. All seven fighters were ready to be used by those dark-skinned studs. I'm sure all those hot men in lycra will take a good pounding…of course, not the ones they were used to. Come on guys bring on those sexy asses here it's time for everyone you please Tyson commands the seven men in lycra. with a warm playful smile on her face. The fighters have no other option to obey. no, they could do nothing more than to obey their new masters. Hesitantly, the men in cosplay approached to the other black men who were sitting on that long bed.

Each of the WWF wrestlers got between the legs of one of the celebrities, with each of them being chosen by each one of the black men. Christian there was been chosen by LL Cool J, who look at him with a malicious smile, while this Chris caressed the rapper member over his underwear. “What is it bitch? Are you afraid that it is too big for you?” asks the rapper, mocking that muscular stallion, who was now nothing more than a simple sex slave who was going to get the hell fuck out of him. “It's…so damn big…it looks and…I can feel it…it's too big…maybe I will have problems getting it into my ass,” Christian admits, thus hoping that maybe the man in front of him would have some compassion. Unfortunately, that's not would change a lot. Those men were there to fuck, to satisfy their deep sexual fantasies. now that they had everything ready, they were not going to stop, because this was the beginning of their sexual debauchery.

The whole place was full of sexual sounds in just some mere seconds, whether it was fucking moans or the sound of hard and fast thrusting. Many of those wrestlers let out various grunts of pain, but if they were honest, there were also several loud moans of pure pleasure. It could be seen the lustful desire in the eyes of those muscular men who they stretch the lycra suit with their own muscles. The Muscle sluts were getting fucked for the first time in their tight, hot, delicious anal holes, but as expected, they just needed to get fucked for those huge cocks for some time, so they could start to feel that insanely good sexual ecstasy. Some big black cocks that could touch each of those good points that caused so much pleasure, so much it that could be compared with nothing else. Feeling their anal walls being opened by those tremendous juicy cocks that get in and out inside their virgin ass holes.

“Oh….oh fuck…gimme…gimme that dick…please…uh yeah baby…oh…damn” these moans came from Shawn, who was the first to break, accepting the fact that he loved that sexual pleasure. It was one that he didn't felt before, being probably better than fucking a tight pussy, because now for “Aquaman”, it was better than a long and thick black cock destroying his tight boy pussy that did not stop taking well those strong deep penetrations. “That's bitch, take this dick in your tight bitch hole…uh, too tight…like a virgin…of course, I am lucky to be the first to fuck this ass with my big thick dick” LL Cool J speaks dirty while he keep fucking Christian peachy ass, the latter being a complete mess of slutty moans. Even if Chris had begged before for the man to stop fucking so hard, he still let out some hot and cute moans that LL Cool J could hear very well, so he didn't stop fucking him so fast and hard.

No, the rapper would not stop, especially with that ass feeling just too good to stop ramming his dick in, and with the wrestler letting out some masculine but pathetic and exciting cries and moans. Internally, Christian loved how lt the black man was fucking this hole, rearranging his guts.

The famous rapper was wishing so much bust his huge load of white cum inside that fucking pink hole. If anything, the man dressed as Venom was learning to love that pain and pleasure, mostly the pleasure of having his ass fucked in such a rough but pleasurable way. Especially when that massive dark juicy cock hitting his special spot, doing it enjoyment like never before. They were in the cowboy position, but despite being in a position where the muscle slut would give more control, Christian wasn't doing anything, in this position, the dark-skinned man was the one doing those deep and hard penetrations.

“Oh, no…it hurts…it hurts…uh…mmmm, yeah…ahh, damn…oh…oh my…no…ohhh” The sweet grunts that came out of the sexy strong man were like music to the black man. And with those several hot moans of Christian, LL Cool J was getting more and more sexually aroused, who didn't want to stop putting his dick deep inside that tight hole. It was so damn perfect for the rapper's fat juicy dick. taking it the muscle bitch hips, the male celebrity kept the other still on top of him while he moved his hips toward up, then leaving his hips to fall down and then give more deep thrusts. It was almost as if with each of those thrusts, Christian let out a more moans that were even louder. LL Cool J couldn't really feel the sexy wrestler skin, because he only break a hole in that tight bodysuit to see and bang that pink fucking hole. even they had shaved those holes, being able to first rub the head of his massive dark cock before taking it in with a slow but long thrust.

"I know you like this, just look to you, you look like a real muscled slut who loves my big black cock” The man with a lot of money told him, while he kept roughly fucking that tight white ass. An ass that was so worth all the cash that the black gentleman had to pay. But its okey, now he could get his fat juicy cock inside that luxurious hole, with such big, round and squeezable buttocks. The rapper's hands landed on those two globes of meat that were nothing but fucking big.

That ass was big and firm, the result of all of Christian's exercises. while the man continue to move his hips, grabbing strongly that thick booty, the rapper could watch the wrestler face as he continue to feed that hole with his cock. The wrestler dressed as Venom couldn't not could stop enjoying that cock, whining, loving the huge length of the black man.

Christian, between moans of desired, he admitted quietly that he love that massive dark dick, not wanting to admit it. Even tho LL Cool J could hear him, and he could listen very well, and he could also see how much his massive throbbing cock was tearing apart the muscled man's insides. Christian not could stop moaning for that long member, with his hair wet of sweat, just like the rest of his body, and even there were tears of utter delight in his eyes. That man could not deny what was obvious, that he loved to enjoy that tremendous piece of meat that filled his body with the great pleasure of anal sex."The exciting noises they make are perfect proof that you're enjoying this, just admit it, admit that you love being my sex toy…only to…uh, get used to my throbbing shaft." Saying this, he spanked him hard, before increasing the speed of his lunges.

Of course, The sounds those two were making were really loud, but not as loud as Shawn was being, while being impaled by some huge black cock that was destroying his pink boy pussy. “Oh…yeah, please, keep fucking…break me…break my ass..please, oh please…break my boy pussy with your…fucking cock” The man was yelling, with several loudy moans and sighs. He felt like he was on heaven, felling how that incredible pleasure take over his whole body, and maybe mind. He could stop thinking about that great feeling it was made when that thick juicy cock entered his ass and touch his prostate. The man dressing in an aquaman lycra bodysuit was being fucked like he was just a fleshlight, witt Taye pushing his dick all the way inside. However, fucking in the missionary position, and in the way he fucked that man cunt, the black male could touch continuously the wrestler G-spot.

With the man in the tight suit, being drowned in all that satisfying feeling of pleasure, enjoying having his hole fucked by that fat black cock. Moaning until his last breath, just to feel the hands of the man being put on his left nipple. “What…ahhh..oh shit…ahhh…my…yeah, oh yeah” those were his moans, as he had the celebrity fingers on his pink and kinda sensible nipple, touching it in a really good way. “Oh yeah, you look so sexy like this, all broken for my big fat dick…uh, yeah baby, keep moaning for my, for daddys dick” Taye told the guy bellow him, seeing his perfect pretty face, all cover on joy tears and all those whiny but cute moans leaving his lips. “Are you liking that? Are you loving how my dick can make you into my pathetic slut? My god…oh fuck, you are such a tight muscle boy…but after this, you arent going to be that tight, just…wide…gaping open…for me”

Those dirty words made Shawn even more horny, even tho his mind was more focused on that good feeling that he was feeling. His bubble muscle ass was being totally destroyed by that sexy man, who was ramming his huge black shaft inside him until it was all inside. He was putting one of his hands on the bed, while with the other just kept playing with those soft and pretty nipples. Taye just continue moving his hips, fucking the wrestler ass. Just as the others, the black dude just break a hole in the lycra bodysuit, so he could see that virgin hole he was about to fuck and breed, of course he was going to breed that fucking ass with his creamy cum. Notting better than to pound that sweet firm ass, the man of someone who was once a straight wrestler, to be just a cock slut. Other people maybe never would know about how this man was actually a pathetic moaning bitch, so Taye and the rest were so damn lucky to hear him begged for more.

¿for more what? For more cock, for that cock that was inside his warm hungry cock to never leave him empty. “Please…please give…more…more trusts…i want all of you…all of your inches inside…love your…meaty, venous cock inside me…come one…break me…break this suit…I want you to touch me without the lycra covering my nipples…see how pretty and pink they are without…oh…oh lord” Shawn was just moaning and moaning, wanting to be used as a sex doll and nothing more. Most of this wrestler were completely mind broken, being turned into cock sluts. Just like Steve, dressed as batman and having the living fuck out of his perky bubble butt. “Dont even try to suppress those cute little noises, come on little slut, moan for me, moan for daddy” so it was clear that a lot of these men had a Daddy kink, with Method man, who dirty talk his slut that was now enjoying that massive dark cock in this ass.

They were on the doggy style position, with method man being able to look at his little muscle slut while the continue fucking that nice ass. The body of steve was a complet work of art, with that nice body being perfectly hug by that lycra suit. The black rapper just had to make a hole in that skin tight suit, but before he could slide his big dick inside, he quickly eat that ass hole for a few moments before he started to fuck the shit out of Steve. Those cute but masculine moans were so great, so hot that it made method man not able to resist and started to pound his thick juicy cake without mercy. “Oh my…my…ahhh…so good man…so…i didn't know how good it feel to be fucked…and…your dick is so big…and…It makes me go insane man” Steve was saying babbling a little between his words. These humongous black dicks were making those lewd fit wrestlers lots their minds. Now you have Steve, being the bottom of method man, craving for more of that insanely good pleasure that only a big black cock can give him.

“Oh, this is definitely a good sight, a big, strong, bald and masculine WWF wrestler being reduce to a simple cock whore…moaning and tightening his pink ass hole for me…ohohoho, men, you are going to be left gaping open by me, ¿you get it, little slut?” the man asked, by what “Batman” just said “yes daddy…yes, yes yes, give me that cock…give me that fucking cock…fill me with it…oh…yeah…” the man was being filled, not only by cock, but also by the incredible pleasure of being butt fuck. And hell yeah, his butt was some big voluptuous butt. Method man literally couldn't stop marveling to that fat ass, loving how it moved with his hard lunges. Even thought it would probably look better if he were naked without anything covering those meaty mountains. Those ass cheeks would probably giggle in a very sexy way, even more with Method man fucking him in a very rough way, and making sure to have a good sight of that handsome man being a sexy fucking slut.

And the man was also dressed in a black lycra bodysuit, which for some reason was really hot fo him, specially how the color of that dark skin-tight suit make contrast with the mans white skin. “Oh my….oh, oh my…fuck me…fuck me dude, come on, fuck this ass with all you have…treat me like your bitch…it feels too damn good…I want more cock” the man started yelling, at the same time some moans interrupt some of his words. Know he really was falling into that spiral of carnal pleasure. One were he entirely love how that man kept fucking his white virgin ass. So tight and so good, with the rapper fucking him really waiting to bust his big load of cum inside that bubble ass. While Method man was still ramming his big thick cock inside that beefy ass, he couldn't stop but to put his hands and grab some of that juicy meat. “wow dude, you have so much meat in that ass, is almost a crime that you haven't been fucked by a man before”

He just kept moving his hips while he still was inside him and while he was talking about how a straight man like him could have that thick white booty, luckily, he made him a favor by sticking his large and thick dark cock. “Huh…yeah…my big ass its just for you to completely ravage it…you…i love your cock…its just…so good…my…oh my…oh…just there…right there, please, it feels like my soul is leavin my body…oh…goddammit” the man dress as batman was trying his best to be a power bottom, a dom one that was trying to give his black top orders, but the true is that he was just being grabbed by the hips by him. The rapper could just stop do what his slutty bottom tell him to do, but at the end, he was just gonna do those things. He start hammering the part steve tell him to hit, and he did, multiple times, making the bald horny man started moaning like crazy, having a dumb smile while he cross his eyes.

On the other hand, there were other black studs who fucked their little and tight cock sleeves. Ginuwine was trusting into him, in the sideway doggy style, kissing his Spider-whore, who was Jeff, being fucked like he deserved. “Oh, thats it…my boy…just feel all of my cock…all the veins…just feel this hard fucking dick stretch your anal walls” This and more moans were leavint Ginuwine mouth, as he stop kissing the pretty lips of Jeff, who was using that extra tight lycra bodysuit of spiderman, that was so hot that the black man couldn't resist the urge tho fuck him right here and now…it eventually happened. In a few seconds, the two men were kissing each other while Jeff was putting his hands, caressing that big bulge that was growing in Ginuwine underwear. It was a immense bulge, pero Jeff know what he had to do to have all that money for the WWF. At the end, he could get some intense sweet pleasure, having his ass being brutally fucked like he was a sex doll.

Spider-Jeff first was in all fours, then, Ginuwide tore open a hole in that really tight bodysuit of spiderman, making it a little more bigger than the others. The singer wanted to first lick that hole and the rest of those soft ass cheeks, then he could give him a few spanks, making him yelp a few times, and the black man had to say, that he genuinely love having his thick bubble buttocks spanked, but he probably loved to be manhandled and putting him to the side, like if they were cuddling. Ginuwide was behind him, putting the head of his black dick against the already prepared ass hole of Jeff, with him and the rest of the wrestlers being prepared for that. So, knowing that they were prepared, the singer started pounding that fat juicy ass, kissing those pretty lips while they do it. The kiss was wet, with a lot of lustful energies on the two of them, neither being able to just not love what they were doing.

Jeff was feeling the perfect pain and pleasure, with that huge dick entering his ass, filling him all the way, and touching that place that make the man scream in joy. “Oh god…oh my…it feels so…so fucking good…i mean…shit, oh lord…just…keep…i want it…all of you” The mand in the spiderman costume told the other black man, who just continue putting all of his long sex muscle inside that beautiful ass. Ginuwine runs his hands all over that perfect ripped body, being covered by that lycra suit, but its touch was amazing. It feel amazing the great touch of those hard muscles, with the hands of the black dude being all over those abs, so then his fingers were up the nipples of Jeff. The latter let out some little moans when those hands were all over his luscious pecs, specially his now hard fingers. When the dark-skinned singer heard those cute precious moans, he decided to give him slow but consistent penetrations.

At the same time he fuck him good, with hard heavy trusts, Ginuwide fondle those man tits and squeeze them with forze. Not letting him even think right in those moments he tease the covered but hard nipples of the wrestler, who by now couldn't care about the fact that he was being butt fuck by another man. It feel just good…so right, at to be fucked in the same room with other people, also fucking like its the last day of the world, it was something very pretty at the sight of some of the black men that were in that place. Tyson, for example, he was just drooling in pleasure, sticking his dick inside a pretty tight ass until all of it was in. “Oh god…its like i was im in heaven…fucking some little…white angel…with a beefy body…and an even beefy juicy ass” Words of Tyson, who was know fucking RVD in the reverse cowboy position. In this way, Tyson couldn't really watch the wrestler face. A fantastic face that just showed how that anal sex pleasure really take over his body and mind.

A really sexy fit body and a straight mind, but probably not more straight now, considering how that pleasure felt. Those tight anal walls hugged Tyson dick, like if the wrestler dress as booster gold didn't want him to leave his little hole. “Yeah, come on baby, if you want this dick then…ah, then just…fuck yourself on it…do it and i will give you…such a big load, come on…baby..uh, boy” the black celebrity said while RVD face was covered in tears of pleasure, with several horny cries coming out of his mouth, moving his perky ass and taking all those inches of black cock. He now could just think straight, specially when he was being fucked by that fat dick. It made his body burn, and his mind was going wild. In fact, RVD body felt so hot, that he wanted to break apart this bodysuit. Or at least he wanted to free his hard cock, that was covering the lycra with precum. “Yeah…please…please man…give me some cum in my ass…paint my insides with your white seed…”

It wasn't like Tyson wasn't thinking about doing that, because he really was going to push a big fucking load inside of his warm little ass hole. Tyson just thought on this idea of “breeding” him and he just went even more hornier. The black celebrity just start moving at the same time RVD did, wanting even more friction. Just feeling the anal walls of a virgin wrestler were enough to send him over the sky. But of course, there were a lot of thing that were nothing but pure sex fuel. “…oh…ahhh…ahhh lord…ah please…oh yeah, give it to me” whiny cries of that handsome professional wrestler, that was enjoying how that tremendous cock was tearing his boy pussy apart. There was nothing more hotter for Tyson than some big muscle man moaning like a slut just by his big juicy cock. But still, something that was also really hot was probably the back of that man. Just as it was said earlier, the famous black man just loved seeing those back muscles while fucking that firm muscle ass.

“Take it…thats it…oh, look at those muscles, just…show of your fantastic and sexy body for my…do it” with that request coming from Tyson, the wrestler cock slut just do it, not thinking but doing it, jus following orders from his new master. A master that at least would give him more of that extremely good sexual pleasure he just discovered. Showing of his muscles, especially his back muscles as well as his big fucking arms, it was something nice for RVD. Nothing more than someone liking his body and praising him…just as he was also praising how good his tight hole felt. But leaving those two aside, we probably should focus on Kurt being absolute wreck by Morris big fat cock. “Just feel it, feel how your insides are rearranged by my big piece of meat I have” the black-skinned man was saying as he shoved his magnificent cock deep inside.

He loved those sweet and adorable moans that came out of that pretty wrestler's mouth, which would now be reduced to a simple cumdump. "Nothing better than showing these bitches who is a real man, I mean, just look at them, I can see that most of them have huge muscles...but...ugh, small dicks" Shemar said to Morris, while the two fucked their muscled sluts side by side. Morris forcefully rammed his cock, which was too big for that cute little hole that Kurt had, or it would be better to call it "Captain America." He did it in the missionary position, so it was easy for him to do it quite fiercely, not stopping, giving everything he had to that small but delicious hole that wouldn't stop swallowing all his black meat. "Oh my god...don't be so...it's so...too...strong, aghhh, it feels like...you're going to tear me apart"

They were the groans of the burly Kurt, who knew he couldn't do anything to stop Morris, after all, they had to obey these men if they wanted that money. That same Andrew kept in his mind because while he was fucked in the sideway piledriver position, he felt an immense pain, which in any case was going to be replaced with an immense and very pleasant feeling of sexual satisfaction. Morris took the liberty of continuing to say dirty things to his beloved Captain America, also spanking that American ass. Shemar, who kept fucking "Test" in that position, couldn't help but be amazed. This was definitely a fantasy come true. Andrew “Test” Martin might be a perfect man to play Thor in some future movie because seriously, this muscular stud would look great in the role.

Although now he himself looked better this way, being fucked roughly, sobbing as he slowly felt the pleasure fill his body, and soon he would end up begging for more cock. “Say you love bbc” Morris commanded his cumdump to say that, causing the man in the spandex suit to reply “I love bbc, I love it…Oh, I love it so much…yes…I want him, I want him always, I want your…big black cock inside me forever…fuck me…make me your sex toy forever. Nothing better than seeing a sexy masculine man like Kurt being transformed into a cock whore, Kurt having a goofy grin as he continued to be fucked, forcing him to moan with him not having a chance to resist. Just like Andrew, who at the end couldn't stop moaning from the incredible pleasure, he felt when Shemar touched that good spot inside him that drove him crazy, now he couldn't stop asking him to keep touching him there.

"Don't worry whore, I'll make sure you enjoy this very well, maybe you even want this to be repeated" At the end of the day, he would be more than sure that most of these wrestling gentlemen would end up wanting more of this amazing sex. They didn't care anymore that they had to bottom. it was just for the best, especially when these muscular men were getting fucked by other men with huge black cocks that hit them in those hot spots. Those places made them scream and cry with pleasure. Just like Andrew "Test" did with his hair-wet sweat, with tears of the purest sexual pleasure, and with his mouth always being open from the many moans and sighs he always made. But surely the best of all this would be when at the end of the great sex party, all these wrestlers from the great world of entertainment would end up covered in cum.

Those big muscular and somewhat fat asses would be completely filled by the large amounts of cum that those black men brought in their balls. In the end, it would not be as if anyone was going to forget about this, or at least celebrities would never forget this great and satisfying sexual experience, which by the way, they would plan to repeat at some point. At least that moment was not going to happen for a while, because the WWF already had the money and they were not planning to let some other economic crises happen so they had to let their stars get fucked by other men.

But of course, now those wrestling stars were totally changed after that night. Sure, some of them would try to repress that need to be fucked by some big cock, but others would already be enjoying this new way of living. Being just some muscular whores, ready to serve black masters.

[bubblegumlefty]

❤️ New fic published!!! ❤️

Imma give a warning right now; this fic in particular is marked as rated s for spicy for a very good reason. This is rated X levels of naughty, so read at your own discretion, and feel free to let me know how much I need to compensate after you've finished. 🏥

For those under 18+, DNI!

[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)

[jeffhardyjams]

"Painted Passion at Night” ✩

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 8.0k +) SMUT 21+

Description: A young Y/N wins a match with Lita against Trish Stratus & Victoria. After the match, they celebrate at Jeff’s place with tequila sunrises. The night slowly turns into a night of romance and creativity in Jeff's painting room. What will happen next?

Your heart raced as the spotlights blazed down upon the squared circle. The roar of the crowd washed over your body, a pattern of anticipation and excitement. Your grip tightened around the ropes, the smell of sweat and leather a familiar scent that brought comfort amidst the chaos. Standing across from you was the formidable Victoria, her eyes narrowed and focused, a stark contrast to your own playful smirk. The crowd was a sea of signs and flashing camera bulbs, a kaleidoscope of colors that blurred into a wall of white noise.

Lita, your partner for the night, gave a reassuring pat on the back before hopping over the ropes. She was a force of nature in the ring, a whirlwind of fire and passion that could only be matched by the electricity that crackled in the air between you and Jeff. But tonight, the four of them were more than just wrestlers; they were a team, a band of misfits who had found refuge in the world of the WWF.

The bell rang out, sharp and clear, echoing through the arena like a gunshot. Lita and Victoria locked up, their muscles straining as they tested each other's strength. Your eyes flicked to the corner where Jeff was pacing, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He flashed you a thumbs up, and your stomach flipped. It was your turn to enter the fray, to prove that you belonged in this world.

The match was a blur of action and strategy, each move executed with precision and flair. Your heart pounded in your chest as you climbed the turnbuckle, the cool metal biting into your skin. With a deep breath, you leapt, streaking towards Trish Stratus. The moonsault was your signature move, a moment of weightlessness followed by the crunch of impact. The crowd erupted as you pinned Trish, and the referee's hand slapped the mat three times. 1..2..3!

Backstage, the adrenaline still pumped through your veins as Jeff wrapped you in a congratulatory embrace. "You were good out there," he murmured in your ear, his breath warm and his grip firm. "We should celebrate." His eyes sparkled with mischief, and you felt a thrill run down your spine. "Come over to my place. I've got a pool, and I know how to mix a mean tequila sunrise." His country accent peaking.

Your cheeky grin grew wider. "Shit, count me in," you said, exchanging a knowing look with Lita. "But only if we can wear our PJs." Jeff chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You got it," he agreed. "Casa de Hardy, 8 PM."

You and Lita retreated to her place to get ready, the excitement of the victory still buzzing in the air. The apartment was a reflection of Lita's vibrant personality, with neon posters and a rack of outfits that could rival a WWE wardrobe department. The two of them rummaged through Lita's clothes, picking out the skimpiest and most comfortable options. You chose a pair of cheetah-print fishnets and a black crop top, feeling the soft fabric slide over your tanned skin. Lita tossed you a pair of pajama skull shorts. "Perfect," you said, catching them mid-air with a laugh.

The drive to Jeff's place was filled with laughter and gossip, the warmth of their friendship palpable. The GPS guided them to a sprawling mansion, surrounded by lush palm trees and a glowing pool that looked like a slice of paradise. "Holy shit," you murmured. "This place is insane."

Matt answered the door, his smile wide and welcoming. "Hey, gorgeous," he greeted Lita, giving her a peck on the cheek. His eyes traveled to you and he winked. "And you look... interesting," he said, taking in your unique fashion choice. Jeff appeared, bare-chested with board shorts and a towel slung over his shoulder. His eyes darkened as they swept over your figure, and the heat in the room spiked. "Tequila sunrises are on me tonight, ladies," he said, gesturing for them to come in.

The living room was a blast from the past, with cheetah-print couches and a giant TV playing a wrestling match from the 2000s. The walls were lined with gold records and wrestling memorabilia. Jeff's place screamed rockstar charm, a place where the party never stopped and the stories never ended. "This is wild," you murmured, taking in the vintage decor.

You grabbed the bottle of tequila from the counter and began mixing the drinks, the clinking of ice and the sweet scent of orange juice filling the air. Jeff hovered nearby, his presence a magnetic force. "So, what's the deal with you and Matt?" You asked Lita casually, pouring a generous amount of tequila into the glasses.

Lita rolled her eyes. "It's complicated. But let's not talk about that tonight. Tonight is about celebrating."

Jeff's gaze never left your hands as you worked, and you felt his eyes on your every move. "To new beginnings," you toasted, handing everyone a drink. They clinked their glasses together, and the sound was like the opening bell of a new chapter in their friendship.

The night grew lazier as they sipped their drinks and shared stories, their laughter bouncing off the walls. Jeff's eyes held a glint of something more than friendship when he looked at you, and the tension grew thick. "Alright, who's ready to hit the fucking pool?" Lita exclaimed, breaking the silence. The group headed outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the house.

The pool was lit with colorful lights, casting a serene glow across the water. They all peeled off their clothes, revealing their swimsuits beneath. Jeff's eyes lingered on your red bikini, and his smirk grew. "Nice choice," he said, his voice low and teasing.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. "What can I say? I like to make an entrance." The three of them dove into the cool water, the sound of their splashes echoing through the night. Hours passed and the night started to come to an end.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” Lita said as she hopped out the pool. “Yeah, I’m heading to bed.” Matt followed. As Lita and Matt grabbed towels and headed inside, Jeff's hand found its way to your waist under the water, his thumb tracing circles that sent shivers down your spine. "You know, I've got an idea," he said, his voice a seductive purr in your ear. "Why don't we paint?"

You looked over at him, his blonde hair now wet and sticking to his face, giving him a boyish charm that was utterly irresistible. "Paint?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've got a whole room set up for it," he explained, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's like therapy for me, you know? Helps me relax after a match."

Intrigued, you nodded. "Yeah, of course."

They climbed out of the pool, the water dripping from their bodies, and Jeff led the way to the art room. It was a sanctuary of creativity, with canvases and easels scattered around, paint tubes and brushes lined up neatly on a table. The walls were adorned with some of Jeff's own work, a mix of vibrant colors and bold strokes that reflected the chaotic beauty of their world. The floor was covered with a plastic tarp, and Jeff tossed you a towel. "You might not want to wear those fishnets." he said with a grin. "They might get in the way."

You couldn't help but laugh as you peeled the wet material off, feeling the cool air kiss your skin. Jeff handed you a fresh set of clothes, a knowing look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bare body. "I've got an extra pair of shorts and a tank," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You slipped into the clothes, the soft fabric clinging to your curves. "Thanks Jeff" you murmured, the room suddenly feeling much smaller with just the two of them in it.

The music started, a classic song. “Enjoy the silence” - Depeche Mode starts to play and it seemed to pulsate through the walls. Jeff handed you a brush and a palette of glow-in-the-dark paint. "Let's make something like futuristic or retro shit," he said, his voice barely audible over the music.

The strokes on the canvas grew more intense as the night progressed, the paint a dance of light between their fingertips. Jeff's touch grew bolder, his hand brushing against you, leaving trails of color on your skin. "You're pretty good at this," you said, trying to keep the conversation light, but the flirty undertone was unmistakable.

Jeff leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "You're pretty good at making me want to do things I shouldn't," he murmured, his hand sliding down to your hip.

The paintbrushes fell to the floor, forgotten as Jeff's hands found your waist and pulled you into him. His lips met you in a fiery kiss, the taste of tequila and lust mingling together. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them and the electricity that crackled between them.

The kiss grew deeper, Jeff's tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands roamed up your body, pulling you closer, the wet fabric of the tank clinging to your skin. The glow-in-the-dark paint smudged between them, creating a canvas of their own. You felt alive, a wildfire burning in your chest that could only be quenched by Jeff's touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Jeff led you to the couch, the plush cushions sinking under their weight. He peeled off the tank, revealing your bare chest. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the patterns of the paint on your skin. The glow from the paint highlighted the contours of your body, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

You responded with a needy whine, arching into his touch. Jeff's hands moved to untie your fishnets, the fabric slipping away to reveal your toned legs. He kissed along your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. You moaned, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin sending shivers down your spine. The room was a symphony of their gasps and the rhythmic beat of their hearts.

The music played on, the lyrics of the rock anthem becoming a backdrop to the more primal rhythms of their passion. Jeff's kisses grew more urgent, his hands moving to unbutton your shorts. The fabric was a mere whisper against your skin as it slid down your hips, pooling around your ankles. The anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torture that only served to fan the flames your desire.

The moment Jeff's hands found your bare skin, you lost all sense of time. The world outside the art room ceased to exist. There was only Jeff, his touch, his taste, his scent. He pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over you The glow-in-the-dark paint smudged and mixed, creating an abstract masterpiece on the canvas of their entwined limbs. You reached up to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. The heat between them was a living, breathing entity, consuming everything in its path.

Jeff's hands moved to the waistband your panties, his thumbs hooking under the elastic. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, a delicious pressure that made you ache. You lifted your hips, eager for him to remove the final barrier. With a quick tug, the fabric was gone, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. He groaned, the sound raw and animalistic. "God, I want you," he breathed, his eyes never leaving your own.

You reached up to unbutton his board shorts, the zipper whispering open. His erection sprang free, the tip glistening with anticipation. Jeff's hand was shaking slightly as he guided your hand to him, the warmth of his skin against your palm sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking gently, feeling him grow harder with every pass.

The air was thick with desire, the only sound the heavy panting of their breaths and the distant throb of the music. Jeff leaned back, grabbing a handful of glow-in-the-dark paint, and painted a line from your navel to the apex of your thighs. The paint was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. "Look at what you do to me," he said, his voice hoarse.

You bit your bottom lip, watching as Jeff's finger followed the path of the paint, teasing your most sensitive spot. The sensation was exquisite, the coolness of the paint mixing with the heat of his touch. "I want to taste it," you murmured, licking your lips. Jeff's eyes darkened, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I think we can arrange that," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of paint, the warmth of his mouth sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You moaned, arching into him, the sensation of his tongue on your skin making your toes curl. The paint was forgotten as Jeff mouth moved lower, his kisses turning into nips and licks that had you writhing in pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch you, how to make you feel like the center of the universe

.

The music grew louder, the bass line pounding in time with your racing heart. Jeff's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body, leaving no stone unturned. You felt like a canvas, painted with his desire, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. You reached down to grip his hair, pulling him closer, your hips bucking against his mouth. The world narrowed down to this moment, the taste of paint on his tongue and the feel of your body beneath his touch.

When Jeff finally slid into you, it was with a groan that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. You looked up at him, his body a blur of color and light from the glow of the paint. His eyes locked with your own, a silent promise of passion and intensity. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder.

Their movements became a symphony of flesh and color, the paint smearing and mixing as they became lost in each other. Jeff's teeth grazed your neck, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. "You're so fucking perfect," he grunted, his hips pistoning into you. You threw your head back, the room spinning in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until it snapped. You felt the wave of pleasure crash over you, the world going white hot. Jeff's grip on your hips tightened, his own release following close behind. They collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily, the paint on their bodies glowing faintly in the dim light.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound their ragged breaths and the distant echo of the music. Then, Jeff leaned down, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss, the taste of paint and sweat mingling between them. "I-," he murmured against your lips, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long."

You couldn't find the words to respond, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through your body. So you kissed him back, a silent agreement that tonight had been more than just a celebration. It had been the beginning of something new, something raw and beautiful, something that neither of them could have predicted.

They lay there for a while, the art room forgotten, the paint drying on their skin. The world outside the mansion didn't exist. There was only Jeff and you tangled together on the couch, their hearts beating in sync. And as the night grew darker, the glow of the paint fading into the shadows, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The lines between friendship and desire had been blurred, and there was no going back.

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↳ ² : ¹⁵ ᵖᵐ | JEFF

The bright sun blazed over the Panama City beach where the air was filled with excitement from the wave of people around. Jeff Hardy, along with his brother Matt and Matt's girlfriend Amy, known as Lita, were hosting the much-anticipated WWF bikini contest.

Jeff sat lazily at the end of the judges panel, Amy sat comfortably next to him, and Matt sat on the other side of Amy, enthusiastically speaking into the mic to try and add a bit of commentary for the crowd of men.

The WWF seemingly threw the contest so it could be a fun distraction from work, a way to enjoy the vibes on their last day of their week break before shooting RAW tomorrow.

Different women strutted across the stage in lines or duos, showcasing their bodies in tiny, skimpy, bikinis with practiced confidence. Girls were doing anything on stage to stand out, such as, dancing on each other, giving dances to Jeff and his brother, a few women dove themselves into the sea of men to crowd surf and one girl even flashed the crowd and the judges. But sadly, Jeff's eyes kept growing bored at the show in front of him.

It just wasn't enough.

Yeah, he had no problem getting a dance or two from a few women but the way the girls looked were basically all the same. Basic swimsuits, basic hairstyles, no type of flavor, it was like he was seeing the same type of girls over and over again.

Throughout the contest, Jeff was scribbling low scores on the huge whiteboard card because of those reasons. He was judging on what his eyes liked, and the low scores he gave earned glances from a few contestants and Amy herself.

"Now, Jeff.." he heard Amy's voice call out, making him raise his head. "Hm?"

"A Six? Again? Come on, these girls are trying. I thought you were enjoying the girl that flashed her titties for us." Amy confronted, taking her purple sunglasses off her eyes.

Jeff shifted in his seat, a chuckle against his lips. "Uh, I guess you gotta' cut me some slack, man. They were nice and all, but a small pair of titties just won't do it for me." he joked, tipping his black "WrestleMania" cap that held his freshly dyed purple hair underneath.

"You're impossible, you know that? I'm just convinced you don't like sexy women." Amy argued back watching the next group of women walk the stage.

"It's definitely not that." Jeff started, eyeing the new women one by one and just like before, the women were still basic, it was nothing new. "I'm just not into basic women, man. There's a difference."

              ↳  ³ :  ⁰⁹ ᵖᵐ | JEFF

"Alrighty y'all, we're on the last group of ladies, so show them a lot of love!" Matt loudly announced earning a wild roar from the sea of husky men that were in the audience more invested into the show than ever before.

Jeff watched his brother subtly signal to the backstage crew, allowing the women to approach the railing from the back. "Let's bring them out!"

As 'Thong Song' by Sisqó started to thump through the huge speakers, the women lined up in pairs, a short field away from the judges.

Team Xtreme observed each of them, sitting attentively as each woman of the last group came forth showcasing whatever they wanted.

Then suddenly, Jeff could feel the energy shift seeing a glowing white light shining from the corner of his eye. 

He looked up, feeling his mouth practically drop at the sight of a stunning woman in all white gliding in front of the judges like a glowing angel, next to a girl in black.

The thick fabric, strapless two-piece she wore hugged her perfectly, and the woman's radiant dark skin shined elegantly in the sunlight. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves under a straw hat, complimented by white sunglasses that were shielding her eyes from the sun.

There was something magnetic about this woman and it wasn't what she did to show out for the men. It was how she looked and her energy.

Her walk was with grace like a runway model, instantly capturing eyes as she stepped forward solo. Men's loud noises and cat calls roared, along with many jaws dropping with Jeff's.

It was like he couldn't take his eyes off of as she turned around, her mid-length black hair flowing behind her as she glanced at the judges.

In that brief moment, it felt as though her eyes were only on him, and him alone. She sent a small smile filled with purity and warmth that made Jeff's body shiver.

She was everything Jeff had been missing all day.

As she returned to the line, signaling it was time to score, Jeff hesitated. He felt his heart lift, reflecting back on the woman he just saw in front of him, the woman that just changed his mind about this day as a whole.

He took a deep breath, trying to seem cool and collected as he picked up the black marker, writing a bold number '10' before holding it up.

Dramatic gasps came from around him, along with the side comments and dirty/surprised looks of the previous contestants that were in the back.

"W-Wow, Jeff Hardy with his first ten of the day!" Matt spoke into the microphone, his voice tinged with shock.

"Well, I don't think anyone could compete with that." Amy teased, her eyes darting towards the lady in white, then back to Jeff. She wore a knowing smile, seeming as if she was amused by Jeff's neutral façade. What a playful gesture, Amy sent a signal for woman in white to come closer.

His eyes widen as a mixture of nervousness started to swirl in his chest, seeing the woman actually walking towards them.

Jeff knew how Amy was, and he knew that she had some kind of malicious intentions asking her to come over.

But he also didn't make his stares that obvious, did he?

"Sorry, I kinda' got interested." Amy started to say, prompting the beautiful girl to let out a small, nervous giggle of her own once she fully approached, crouching down by Jeff's chair. "But, what's your name?"

Jeff could send the girl seemed a little shaky at first, but as soon as Amy asked for her name, she relaxed a bit.

"Oh, my name's Tatyana," she said, removing her glasses.

Tatyana.

The beautiful name played over and over in his mind, and it perfectly fit her enchanting voice. He didn't want to just sit there anymore and look stuck, he needed to say something.

Something that seemed relaxed and suave.

"It's nice to meet you, Tatyana." Jeff calmly spoke, her name rolling off of his lips with his southern accent.

Her attention turned toward him, another breathtaking smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, it's nice to finally see you in person." She replied.

Jeff noticed how the emphasis she placed on 'in person,' meaning, she had seen him out there before, most likely on television.

That thought made him become a bit flustered inside again.

Meanwhile, Amy, the instigator that she was, was starring, and starring hard. Jeff could practically feel her eyes drilling into the two's small talk with a since of pride and humor. "Soo, white must be your color?" Amy blurted out.

"Yeah, pretty much." Tatyana said, glancing down at her strapless two-piece. "It's always been my color since I was a kid."

"Well," Amy continued, sending a look Jeff's way.

"I basically called you over here because we're having an after party on the beach here in a few hours. Some people from over here will be there, people from the company and friends..." She started taking a brief pause. "But I personally think Jeff would like to see you there more than me." She nudged his elbow playfully.

The redness on Jeff's face was clearly evident after Amy's comment. He also noticed that Tatyana was now staring directly at him, making him tip his head down in awkward embarrassment.

"Oh really?" Tatyana's voice spoke, her voice full of surprise and intrigue.

Feeling anxiety bubble up, Jeff's foot began to tap nervously. "U-Uh, yeah, of course I do." He slowly responded, sending a short side eye toward Amy's way. "Be there at seven."

↳ ⁸ : ⁰⁹ ᵖᵐ | TATYANA

As the sun was about fully set, Tatyana arrived back at the beach, now dressed in a white fitted one-piece and an oversized, white-knitted sweater that fell just above her knees.

She knew she was a bit late, but the thrill of sneaking into the contest was still buzzing within her. She didn't think she would leave such an impression, that was never her intent. But now that she has, she was now unexpectedly invited to a party with known people that she only saw on the television screen. Along with a guy who had been her wrestling crush for the past year.

Tatyana brought her friend Jazmyn, dragging their feet through the warm sand the ongoing party site was a bit of ways away of them. She couldn't help but trace her feet a bit faster ahead, already feeling a tang of guilt for being late.

What if Jeff Hardy was actually waiting on her?

"Slow down, Girl! You're already too excited." Jazmyn complained, slightly trailing behind, her sandals covered in sand. "For a boy from a dumbass contest, ion' get it. I didn't even know you snuck off to do that shit anyways."

Tatyana shook her head, her type 3B curls bouncing. "Jazz, please, they needed some kind of flavor on that damn stage and nigga, you were asleep sunbathing that's why you didn't know!" She snickered at the sound of Jazmyn kissing her teeth.

"Whatever bruh. You meet a guy for two seconds and suddenly your actin' head over heels. I don't even a single person at this thing." Jazmyn challenged as the two came closer to the party.

Tatyana scoffed. "Well, suck it up and socialize, maybe you'll actually make more friends—"

Before Tatyana could finish, she heard her name called from a distance, making both she and Jazmyn squint their eyes forward, noticing a distant figure waving them over.

"Isn't that the Lita girl?" Jazmyn questioned as Lita's black swimsuit and wet, damp hair became more visible in the party lights. "Yeah, that's her."

"Hey! I'm glad you made it!" Lita greeted, with a black and white towel wrapped around her waist and red cup in hand, looking like she just got done dipping out of the large ocean water in the back where many people were.

Tatyana smiled brightly. "Hey Lita-"

"Amy" she corrected with a friendly smile. "I'm not at work; you're partying with us now. My real name's Amy."

Tatyana nodded her head, keeping a mental note in her brain for future reference. She caught Jazmyn's confused look, clearly out of her element and never saw any of these people a day in her life, even on TV.

"Well Amy, thank you for inviting me." Tatyana kindly spoke, adjusting her beach bag over her shoulder.

"Also, this is my friend, Jazmyn," She introduced, and Jazmyn greeted Amy with her own friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you! Feel free to party, we have..." Amy began, glancing towards the party scene. "We have food, music, alcohol-if you drink and if you smoke, we have joints. Jeff should be by the water with Matt, so I'm sure he'll see you any minute." She finished before glancing over her shoulder at a group of guys by the food table who were calling her name. "Excuse me real quick!"

"Don't worry about it," Tatyana assured, watching Amy leave while Jazmyn's stare remained confused, still locked on her features.

"What?"

Jazmyn shrugged, raising her hands up in surrender. "Oh nothin', I just wanna smoke. But I also didn't know his name would be somethin' so country like...Jeff."

↳  ⁸ : ²⁸  ᵖᵐ | JEFF

The sunset had fully set on the beach and the nighttime air was filled with drunk laughter, music, and the soothing sound of the waves that crashed in the distance.

Jeff, along with his brother Matt and their friend Shane Helms, had just sprinted through a game of football in the water. They made their way back up the shore, water dripping from their sun-kissed skin.

"Yo, Jeff!" Matt's voice rang out, drawing Jeff and Shane's attention his way.

Jeff noticed Matt's eyes widening as he peered into the party. "What's up?"

"Your new girlfriend's actually here, man," Matt teased, tossing the football to Shane with a sly smirk.

Shane, being their friend, already knew about the situation. I mean, it was all Matt would tease Jeff about since they left earlier.

Shane caught the football with ease, a small pit of laughter escaping his lips. "You mean that lady in white? Aye, Jeff, what did you call her again man?" He quipped, causing Matt to burst out into laughter.

"An Angel..." Matt mocked loudly, both of them bursting into fits of laughter.

Jeff rolled his eyes, annoyance creeping in as he glanced up at the sky.

"For the fifth time she's not my girl, Amy just invited her to the party to hang out, that's all." He scoffed, trying to brush off their comments, but he couldn't help but admit to himself that she did look like an angel in white.

"Yeah? Well, right now I see Kurt Angle tryna holla' at your little Angel," Shane said, pointing back towards an area of the party.

The mention of Kurt's name made something inside Jeff twist uncomfortably. He didn't know how to explain it but without thinking, he started move not even trying to register Matt and Shane's shouts behind him. His heart was pounding with annoyance as he swiftly made his way through the throng of party goers and his eyes were scanning the crowd, until they finally landed on her, Tatyana.

She was just as gorgeous than before in white, holding a red cup in one hand, with a tan beach bag slung over her other shoulder. Seeming lost in conversation.

As he approached the two, he noticed the regular awkward smile on Kurt's face, making his blood boil. "Uh, excuse me? I don't mean to interrupt." He spoke in her regular soft tone, watching as Tatyana's eyes lit up at the sound of his voice.

"Jeff, hey!" She said, her smile brightening the twilight around them.

Kurt's demeanor shifted, his fake smile tightening as his gaze followed Tatyana's. "Ah, Jeff buddy...Where'd you come from?" He spoke, an eerie tone behind his smile. Jeff could feel his arm being placed an arm over his shoulder as he talked, trying to show some kind of fake friendliness.

Jeff gave him a small side-eye, feeling the droplets from his purple hair-dye falling along Kurt's arm. "Well man, I actually jus' came from the water." he started to speak, his eyes now lingering towards Tatyana, who was taking a long sip from her cup, watching the exchange intently.

"Sorry I wasn't here to greet you sooner..."

"It's okay, you're here now, right?" She replied, a playful smile dancing upon her lips.

Jeff gently shrugged off Kurt's arm, ignoring the annoyed look on his face. "Right. Do you mind if I steal ya away for a bit?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly.

He saw Tatyana's eyes go towards Kurt and then back at him, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Yeah, gimme' a second," she replied before leaving the two men and heading towards a woman that looked like her friend.

"Jeff." he heard Kurt call out, making him turn his head. "Wassup?"

"You know what's up. You saw me talking to her!" Kurt's words were out of anger and Jeff noticed the vein towards his left eyebrow begin to throb with his words.

But as mad as Kurt looked, Jeff was unfazed because he had his eyes on her first so why wouldn't he steal her away?

"If we're being honest, Kurt, I really don't give a damn, 'cause what you were sayin' probably wasn't even that important." He calmly shrugged, turning his attention back Tatyana's direction who was skipping her feet through the sand with the same pearly smile plastered on her face.

"Hey-"

"Oh, Kurt's leaving?" She asked, glancing around. Jeff looked next to him, noticing that Kurt was calmly walking away, quietly out of sight.

"I guess but don't worry about it, let's go." he said, feeling a sense of exhilaration as they began to walk away together.

"Whatcha' drinkin'?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

"Coke and Hennessy," She replied with a grin, as the warm breeze tousled her curls. "And thanks for getting me away from that Kurt guy."

Jeff raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his gaze. "He wasn't makin' you uncomfortable was he?"

Tatyana immediately shook her head, "No, not really. He's just not my...type and I didn't want to rude." She said with a casual shrug. "Nice guy though."

Strolling further down the beach, Jeff and Tatyana continued their small talk as the party behind them drifted. The lively chatter and music back there was now replaced by the usual sounds of nature and the gentle crash of waves against the shore.

The scene was peaceful, a scene where Jeff would rather be than a party any day.

"Tatyana" Jeff called, turning back towards her. "You trust me?" He asked, a hint of mischief mixed with nervousness in his voice.

Tatyana's eyebrow left eyebrow rose up in playful shock. "I don't know, should I?"

Jeff felt his cheeks, flush and embarrassment at the unexpected response. Maybe he stepped too far asking a question like that...Or was she now thinking less of him because he came on so strong? Doubts began to swirl in his mind, but then he heard her rich, melodious laughter cut through the tension.

"Don't worry Jeff, I trust you..for now."

Relief washed over him, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her playful "For now". "Alright, because I found a spot we could get a lil' quiet time at."

"Oh? Quiet time?" she spoke, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, girl," he said, taking her hand as Tatyana leaned closer to the water's edge, where the moonlight danced on the surface of the waves. "Just follow my lead."

↳ ¹⁰ : ⁰⁶ ᵖᵐ | JEFF

They settled comfortably along the shore, ways and ways away from peoples eyes. As soon as Jeff brought her there, Tatyana pulled out towels from her beach bag and laid them out on the warm sand for them to lay on.

The sound of the waves, the boat docs and the distant music from the party created a perfect setting for their more depth conversations.

Jeff couldn't help but get lost in their conversations and her voice. He learned more about her background and where she was from, she mentioned snuck into the contest but when he asked for learn the reason why, she didn't tell.

But the star questions he asked weren't only about her being an aspiring model but about being a dedicated wrestling fan who was specifically a fan of his.

He was listening to everything she said with open ears and now, an open heart.

Tatyana's eyes drifted towards the muddy sand as she watched the water gently lap at her feet over the towel.

"It's really beautiful out here, Jeff." she remarked.

"Not as beautiful as you are," Jeff blurted out, the compliment escaping before he could stop himself.

She laughed again, a light, teasing sound that made him smile. "Ou, that was corny."

"Well, I wasn't tryna' be.." he replied, feeling a tint of embarrassment for the seventh time.

Tatyana kept sipping out of her cup, her gaze still wandering off into the distance while Jeff couldn't help but admire her again and again. Under the moonlight-the way her brown skin glowed and her loose curls danced in the breeze like the ocean waves was just as breathtaking as her cute white outfit.

He couldn't stop thinking about how completely smitten he already was and captivated by her presence alone.

Was this some sort of crush?

It didn't take long for Tatyana to notice his stare, now locking her eyes onto his. "What? Is there sand on me or somethin?"

"Nah, there's nothin' on you beautiful," he assured her, shaking his head. "Just admirin' you, that's all."

Her cheeks flushed as she looked downward with a playful scoff. "You're jus' sayin' that. I'm not all that.."

Jeff's eyes narrowed towards her, a serious gaze replacing his smooth and nonchalant one. Maybe it was the way she worded it, but he couldn't help but feel a little bothered by her response because in his eyes, she was truly everything.

"I'm serious, Tatyana." He started, his tone becoming more firm. "Shit, believe it or not, you were the highlight of the contest to me, and you've damn near made my entire night, so you are all that. Plus, I don't usually go after women like this ya know? But uh, gosh man, when I saw you were walking across that stage like a damn supermodel, I just knew I had to talk to you in some way. It's like you're a complete angel in disguise... "

"If you wanna take me out now, just say that." she teased, stopping his ramble as she pulled her knees up to her chest on the towel.

Jeff felt a surge of energy from her playful demeanor. "And what if I do?" he asked, now playing with the sand beneath him. "We shoot RAW here tomorrow night. I have a few tickets in my backpack back there. Vince always gives us a few extras whenever we have a taping. And until now, I've never really had anyone to give them to...I could even ditch Matt after the show and we could somewhere if you'd like?"

As soon as Jeff finished, Tatyana's eyes widened, glistening more in the stars than ever before. "Y-You're for real?"

"As real as I can be darlin'" he replied, his heart pounding in his chest.

There was a brief pause as they both seemingly got lost in each other. Her stare was long and intense as if she was trying to study him in return.

"You must see something you really like, huh?" She teased, letting her knees relax in the sand again.

Jeff was unable to hide his smile at the sudden question, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I see a lot I like actually." He admitted.

Tatyana laughed for a moment, making the world fade once again. Her laughter was too infectious and Jeffrey felt at ease again, laying on his back.

From the corner of his eye he watched as Tatyana was now starting to rummage through her bag and pulled out another long-length beach towel, a deep purple one that almost matched the color of his hair.

"Jeff, take this towel, your arms and hands are getting dye all over them." She said, taking tue last sip out of her red cup before getting on her knees to wave the towel in his face.

"Darlin' I'm fine, a lil' purple dye won't burn my skin off.." Jeff protested, but before he could finish she was on top of him, blocking the moon with the purple towel in hand.

"I insist." Tatyana slowly laughed, grabbing his left hand from under his head. "And you better hold still." Her voice grew gentler as she began to wipe the dye away.

Jeff felt her touch, the towel trailing down his chest each time she moved closer. The warmth of her body against his sent his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite contain, a smell of vanilla and Hennessy lingering in the air between them.

"Jeff." she whispered, her chest pressing against his. "Do you want this under your head so you won't stain the sand? Or are you gonna keep starin' at me for the fifth time."

"Damn, my bad." he dryly chuckled, unable to break eye contact as he felt her body move, placing the towel in the sand under his head.

"See, your hair's protected now," Tatyana teased, allowing her fingers to brush against his chest before resting her head down, like he was a comfortable pillow.

"You're somethin' else, beautiful." he murmured, unable to contain the words that trembled out of him due to her sudden action.

Tatyana lifted her head, moving her loose curls aside to reveal her beautiful features. "And you're bein' all corny again." she joked, even though her eyes told him she enjoyed every compliment he threw at her.

Jeff sensed more than just playful banter in her tone; there was an undercurrent of affection that made him feel bold. He let his hand gently caress her cheek, feeling the burnning touch of her skin.

"Well, I'm about to get more corny 'cause I wanna kiss you." he spoke, his voice thick with desire.

Tatyana's smirk was fully shown as she leaned into the touch, pushing her body up to his eye level. "I wouldn't mind at all, even though I don't usually kiss on the first meeting." she smirked inviting him in.

A dry chuckle left his lips, meanwhile on the inside his anxiety began to pulse through his veins, quickly closed the distance.

Their lips met instantly, soft against each other's like a warm and velvety feeling. He felt their lips were made for each other.

As the kiss quickly deepened, Tatyana's tongue begging for entrance against his lips and Jeff surely gave in. Allowing her tongue to dominantly enter his mouth.

He remembered the mental picture of her chest, the sight of her perfectly perky breasts causing a surge of need within him. He started to think about how they would feel in his hands, to taste them with his lips and tongue.

His hands bravley made its way to their destination, cupping her breast with possessive strength.

Tatyana moaned into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him as she pulled his hand from touching any further.

"Jeff.." She whimpered softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as she broke away.

His gaze landed towards her chest, feeling a sense of emptiness as his hands were now removed. "Why'd you pull away?" he questioned, his fingers finding a new spot to lounge.

He traced the curve of her in her thigh, eliciting a soft whisper to leave her lips before she could answer. But then, Tatyana grew stiff, freezing with a look of concern.

"What's wrong Angel?" He questioned, mirroring the same look.

"What if..someone sees us?" She whispered, her eyes now darting around the secluded spot. "We're out in the open. Jeff, it's a public beach."

Jeff's eyebrows raised as he considered her words, but he didn't want the intimate moment to be interrupted. They were a ways away from the party, secluded from everyone around, In the sand.

Nobody would be able to see or hear them from fields away.

"And if someone does? So what?" Jeff challenged, his voice cool and steady. "We aren't really doing anything wrong, we're grown."

Tatyana dryly chuckled, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Yeah I know," she hesitated, taking a deep breath,  looking like she was trying to find the right words. "But again, your brother or anyone else could come running a-"

Jeff gently placed his thumb on her lips, silencing the doubt she was spewing. "Babe, listen. I understand what you're sayin' completely. But, I promise you, we've been here for two hours damn near. Nobody has come over here, nobody has called us." he replied softly, taking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"And I know you don't want this to stop either." he continued, his voice soothing yet edged with anticipation.

He placed his hand back to his old spot on her thick thigh, tracing circles along her skin with his thumb. "I know you don't want me to stop touching you, kissing you, admiring you. I can see it in ya face."

His hand slowly started to slide up her inner thigh, the circles with his thumb becoming slower, leaving a burning trail of desire in its wake. "You can't deny it," He spoke on and on, his voice low and predatory.

"Plus, how rude would I be to leave you on this beach without giving you a lil' taste of what you'll fully get tomorrow." His tone dripped with seductive danger as his fingers inched closer to the center of her swimsuit.

Tatyana's eyes widened as if there was a look of hesitation but desire on her face once those final words left his mouth and it made Jeff's heart drop.

Why was there a sudden change in her demeanor, she was fine a second ago?

He asked her out already, they kissed and she was already on top of him, but that would be the comment that shattered this amazing feeling?

Or was a part of her confused?

The look in her eyes was still filled with so much shock and naivety, he couldn't help but drop the 'cool' act again and grow some sincerity. But, no matter how quick he was overthinking it, it was all about her. And how she felt.

He took a moment to look at the star-filled sky with trembling hands to wipe his face, silently begging for forgiveness from his mother in heaven, for what he was about to say.

"By saying' I want to give you a lil' taste, I was meanin'...I want-well wanted you to sit on my fa-."

"I know what you meant, I just need to process it." She quickly responded, a small whimper leaving her mouth.

Silence hung in the air between them, an awkward tone that kept bouncing back.. But Jeff respected it, then suddenly her voice broke through again, followed by a tiny smile that made Jeff's chest cave.

"But, if you're serious, and if we're not goin' to seen. We better hurry up."

Before, Jeff could even process anything Tatyana was already on her feet in a quick, fast, and in a hurry. Her hands moved with a predatory quickness towards the center of her swimsuit, eagerly parting the fabric and revealing the glistening, sacred site of her core.

Jeff was completely overwhelmed, his mind going blank as if he was seeing her personality shift in front of his own eyes.

He could still see her rosy cheeks amongst the darkness and distant lights from the party, igniting a fire within him that burned hotter with each step she took up his body.

His mouth opened but the words vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but raw, primal instinct in their wake. "I-Is this what you want?" Tatyana's voice was barely above a whisper as she asked the question, her fingers trembling as they traveled down her towards her aching spot.

The nervousness in her eyes sparkled, but there was also a glimmer of excitement and trust.

He nodded slowly, his own breath hitching in anticipation. "Uh, Yeah, that's exactly what I want."

She slowly set herself onto his chest, straddling him with her legs wide-open for him. Jeff couldn't believe this was actually happening; He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions swirl with him-lust, desire and fear.

Tatyana's fingers approached their destination as Jeff watched her explore her wetness in front of his bare eyes. He watched with rapt intensity, memorizing every movement and sound she made just like before, but this time it was more sinister.

He could feel himself growing hard in his green trunks with each passing second as her breathing became more labored, her white nails moving over her wet folds to touch her sensitive clit.

Jeff wanted nothing more than to drag his tongue around her body, to taste the fruitiness of her core and hear the sounds from her innocent mouth.

She was simply driving him wild.

Jeff shifted his hands, moving under her thighs to give her a slight signaled nudge. "C'mere" he asked attentively. "You said to hurry before someone comes?"

Tatyana stared back into his eyes, lust and paranoia flashing across them before she quickly composed herself. She slowly got up and slightly looked around before taking a low squat over his face awaiting mouth.

Jeff's hands instinctively moved to her hips, placing her in position just right. He could feel the heat on her skin, see the wetness glistening against her closed lips below.

His tongue darted out, spreading her open to trace her outer folds, causing Tatyana's eyes to flicker.

Her fanciable body surely matched her elegant features and he savoured her sweet essence, absolutely loving the way she tasted already- sweet, tangy, and another flavor that was uniquely hers.

His tongue explored every part, lastly teasing her alluring clit with a gentle tongue kiss.

"S-Shit Jeff," she gasped, squirming as her fingers made their way to his scalp.

Jeff's grip on her tightened, his eyes piercing to her as he spat on her sensitive area, the trail of saliva sliding down his and her bottom lips. "Is this good for you, angel?"

"Yes, so fucking good," she moaned again, her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips rocked against his tongue with reckless abandon. She moved with a rhythmic pace, the euphoric sensation she was feeling read all over her face.

"You taste so damn good too, damn baby," Jeff praised, moaning against her warmth. "The best pussy I've ever tasted, baby girl."

He felt Tatyana's walls tightening around his tongue as soon as it entered her gaping hole, signaling she was going to be close to her release soon.

Sexual desire was taking over his well-being as his fingers slowly entered her to replace his tongue, pumping in and out and soaking his black painted fingernails with her wetness.

"R-Right there, please, it feels so good!"

"I'm not plannin’ on movin baby girl, I promise."

Her moans grew a bit louder, sounding like she was trying to balance between not being too loud and low muffled whimpers. He could tell she was almost at her peak, and he wanted nothing more to do than to push her over the edge all over his mouth.

"I wanna see you make a mess, all right? Remember, nobody's here but us." he spoke again, sending a soft kiss towards her clit as his fingers curled inside of her, causing the most beautiful noises to escape her mouth again.

"And let me hear all those gorgeous noises from that pretty mouth of yours too, please Tatyana." He begged against her.

Tatyana could only nod in response as Jeff's plump lips wrapped around her clit once again, his mouth now sucking and flicking against the sensitive spot while his fingers matched the steady rhythm of her hips.

Tatyana's moans were now more loud, spewing over the echoing rap music and he could see her lost in the moment through his green eyes.

He saw her squirm, jolt, and lean forward, but Jeff kept her in place, sending a small smack to her left thigh.

"I feel like I'm gonna.." she gasped, her grip now around his hair, fully tightened as her body trembled.

She couldn't finish that sentence, but from the look of her eyes rolling, Jeff knew what it was. He could feel the sensation of his own arousal in his trunks building as well, just from her sitting on his face alone.

"Do it Angel," he echoed, hearing the sweet sounds of her wet, core gush as his fingers continue. "Let me taste all of you baby, come on."

Tatyana's body moved forward as she finally reached her release, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy, washing over her like the ocean.

She cried a series of curse words into the stars, and mentions of Jeff's name fell from her lips as a gush of sweet cream coated his lips and two fingers.

This was now the mental picture that Jeff would never forget. Seeing her fall apart in pleasure on his mouth was a something he didn't expect but he felt fulfilled, not regretting anything that just happened.

The taste of her was intoxicating, making his length jump in his trunks and moan a loud, more turned down than ever. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her, seeing all of her white coated cum coated all over him.

With a low groan he greedily sucked his fingers clean, the intense flavor, overwhelming his senses.

Tatyana's chest heaved as she gasped for air, her body still trembling at the tense pleasure that had just washed over her. She collapsed back on her towel that was still closely next to him, her body slick with sweat.

With a sense of urgency, Jeff propped himself up with one arm and swiftly covered Tatyana's exposed lower half. His hands moving faster than his thoughts as he pulled her swimsuit back into place to shield her away from the open. He then wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her close to his bare chest as they both caught their breaths together in under the shining moon.

"Was that good, darlin'?" he asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

He heard a soft giggle leave Tatyana's lips as she looked up at him with a sly grin "That was truly, somethin', somethin' I've never done with someone I just met, at least."

Jeff couldn't help but smile, giving her another head kiss as they laid there for a while before Tatyana spoke up again.

"But, you know what I can't wait for ?" She asked the mischievous glint coming back into her eyes.

"What's that, beautiful?" he replied playfully.

But before she could speak, a drunk voice started wailing into the distance. The voice was filled with annoyance and the words were slurred as if the person was completely drunk.

"TATYANA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Panic quickly flooded through Jeff as he quickly removed his arms, realizing the person was close, but Tatyana's movements were also move away from him. Mirroring the same wave of anxiety.

There was more fear in her gaze though, as if she recognized the voice.

Tatyana quickly got up for her towel, stuffing it in her bag before moving towards the one Jeff was laying on, practically moving him off the ground.

"We need to go......now."

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི • Some of these imagines may be a little awkward at first because some of these wrestlers are awkward (in a cute way no shade).   

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི • Fun Fact: This imagine was 19 pages in my notebook and 19 on my computer- I be overthinking when it comes to my writing-

ྀི • Feel free share and follow me on Twitter and Bluesky @/jazzybuggy (don't put the "/")

  ྀི • I hope you guys enjoyed the beach scene ;), Kevin Nash is next!

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