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You pushed through the door together, closing it just as you both made it through. And then, your bodies crashed into each other.

You moaned into his mouth, clamping your arms around his neck. He put you on the bench of the lockers, settling himself on top of you. His hands melded to every curve of your body.

You took a breath, then said, "What was that out there? What is going on?" You held his face in your hands.

"What, you didn't like it?" he grinned, looking down at you.

You were both softly panting, you laughed, "Regardless of whether or not I liked it, why did you kiss me on camera and in the ring like that?"

"Vince wanted our characters to get together. Seems kind of inevitable, don't ya think?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"So, what about us? You and me?" your hands slid down to his chest.

He looked at your lips, then in your eyes again, "I think we are inevitable too." He leaned down to kiss you.

"What about Trish?"

He turned his head, blowing a puff of air out his nose. "What about her?" he looked at you again with a frown.

"You seemed cozy with her earlier. How was I supposed to feel seeing her with her hands all over you, Jeff?"

"Trish is nothing to me, not like that anyway. She's just someone I talk to at work."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't see her the way I see you."

"Then be with me, Jeff Hardy." you cupped his face, raising up slightly to peck his lips. "Don't disappear for days and then kiss me like that and think it's okay.”

"Okay, I'm sorry. You've got me, y/n y/l/n."

His lips landed on yours again, his hands firmly planted on your hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and combed your fingers into his hair.

bang bang bang

"You guys gonna bone or are we gonna go celebrate?!" you heard Lita call out from the other side of the door.

Jeff pulled away, and you both looked to the door. "She's right. We should get cleaned up and go celebrate."

..............

You showered and got ready in the divas locker room. As you were getting your shoes on, Lita was ready to pummel you with questions.

"Did you know he was going to kiss you?"

"No."

"So, are you guys together now?"

"I don't know. Kinda."

"You looked like it out there. And the way you ran to go somewhere private afterwards..."

"Yeah, and you interupted us." you teased her.

"Oh come on, you guys needed to come out and get ready for the club. There's plenty of time for boning later."

You smiled and snorted a laugh. You wore a simple yet fitted cropped t-shirt and jeans, just a bit of mid drift showing. Lita had on a purple halter top and baggy black jeans.

You met up with Matt and Jeff outside the exit doors of the arena. Jeff had on a white t-shirt, tightly fitted across his chest, the V-neck just exposing the hair on his chest and he wore faded black jeans. You didn't even notice what Matt was wearing, some clothes, you assumed.

Lita stuck to Matt's side and Jeff surprisingly pulled you into his embrace. He kissed the top of your head, and you melted on the inside. You closed your eyes as you nuzzled into his neck, taking in his scent.

"You guys are cute, makes me wanna puke." Matt admitted, then caught what he had said. "Hey," he tapped his little brother's shoulder, "I'm a poet now too!"

"It did rhyme." Lita agreed with a nod.

Jeffrey shook his head, eyeing her, "Don't encourage him." He slid his arms around you, putting your back to his chest. He felt so strong, and his hands were warm on your abdomen. You couldn't remember feeling so content in all your life.

"Whatever, man, we heading to the club or what?" Matt asked.

"Actually, I was gonna take my girl on a date," Jeff announced, looking at you, "if she'd like to."

Yor heart fluttered, and you smiled like an idiot, "Sure."

"Your losses." Matt said, taking Lita by the hand.

"Aw, have fun, you guys!" she called out.

"Yeah, Jeff, don't knock her up!"

You laughed at them, and he took your hand. You met his sweet gaze, and this whole thing felt so foreign, but so amazing. He put his arm around you, and you held his hand at your shoulder, as you started to walk through the parking lot. "So, do I get read your poetry sometime?"

"No, no, it's not really for other people to read. It's just a creative outlet for me."

"Bummer." you replied.

"Maybe I'll write you a song sometime, though."

"I didn't know you write songs." you looked over at him.

"I'm learning to play the guitar too." he added.

"Jeffrey,” you beamed with delight, “I didn't know there was so much to learn about you." you moved and took his hand in yours.

"Yeah, I guess I've just been reluctant to let you in.” he stared down at your hands interlocked. “I'm not that close to many people."

"It's understandable. Trust has to be earned." you declared. “So where are you taking me on this date?” you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

...................

You had dinner at a bar & grill. It was nice, but nothing too fancy. It was perfect for the two of you to finally be alone and talk. You got to know each other better, you learned about each other's family, and he talked about what it was like to lose a parent so young. You held his hand, hoping he'd see how grateful you were to him for being so vulnerable with you.

You told him about playing volleyball and being a cheerleader in high school, and how you somehow ended up in the independent wrestling circuit afterwards and fell in love with it. You realized how you really could lean on one another, both of you being so young and thrusted into the WWF and all the work, responsibility, and fame that came with it.

"Can't believe you gave up a night at the club just to talk to me." you remarked.

"Eh, just trying to see if you're more fun."

"And what's your verdict?" you dared.

He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips a bit, "The club's looking pretty good right now."

You shoved him in the chest, "You're such a jerk." you giggled.

Jeff laughed, and no sight had ever warmed your heart so much.

You turned in your chair, totally facing him, "You know, I think we'd be great together, me and you."

The corner of his mouth turned up and he said, "Yeah?"

"mm-hm." you nodded, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Your waitress came over to your table, the check for your meal in hand, "Oh dear, I'll come back." she said softly.

........ •smut• ……..

You made it back to the hotel. Well, the parking lot. You and Jeff were making out in the car. "You don't," he spoke in between breaks from your lips, "wanna go up to the room?" His fingers were sneaking up your shirt.

"Hotel sex would be pretty predictable, don't you think?" you pushed his shirt upward.

"You want it in the car?" he asked, your lips latching onto his neck as your hands ran over his bare chest.

"You're the one who said our first time should be special. It's spontaneous, anyone could walk by and see us."

"You're crazy." he shook his head, pulling his shirt off anyway.

"What, are you afraid, Mr. Daredevil, Mr. Highflyer?" you crawled into the backseat, then made the 'come here' motion to him.

He huffed then hurriedly joined you in the backseat, where you made him get on his back.

You pulled your top over your head and kissed him hard. His hands roamed over your back, his fingers tugging on the hooks of your bra. Your breasts bounced free and he tossed your bra aside. He cupped your tits in his hands, and you hissed as your nipples met his palms. You loved the distinct contrast of his rough hands on your supple breasts.

You were getting positively drunk on his kiss, on the way he felt as he couldn't keep still underneath you. His hands were on your breasts, your back, your hips, all while his own would jolt upward, grinding against you. You felt his cock, hard against your leg, and you brought your hand down, rubbing him.

“Fuck, y/n.” he muttered.

You hovered over him, your nipples grazing his dusting of chest hair. You kissed his face as you kept palming him through his jeans, gliding your fingers up and down his length. “What do you want, baby?” you cooed, not letting up.

“I want you to take my cock out.”

You didn’t expect him to be so bold, so quickly. You weren’t expecting that in-ring kiss, or the dinner date either. This man was full of surprises.

You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down enough to free his cock. It stood tall once out of its confines, he was thick too. He was stiff against your touch.

“You want my mouth?” you asked him, already bending your knees, and moving downward.

“Yes.” he whimpered.

You wanted that sound engrained into your mind. You held his cock in your grasp, bringing your lips to his shaft, pressing kisses there. You moaned as you trailed higher, then teased his tip with your mouth. “Mmm.” you took him between your lips, sucking, then popping off.

Jeff sat up on his elbows to watch you. His eyes were dark and he bit his lower lip.

You teased his slit with the tip of your tongue, getting a hint of the salty taste of his precum. You lapped at his tip, gauging his reaction. He whimpered again, and put his hand on your head. You licked there again, several times until he was writhing beneath you.

You moaned a kiss to the head of his cock once more before taking him into your mouth. You took as much as you could, then hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue onto the underside of him as you started sucking.

Jeff moaned, dropping his head back, clutching at his scalp.

You let saliva collect at the sides of your mouth as you marveled at how good he felt on your tongue. You let yourself get sloppy, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth and down your chin.

You bobbed your head, moaning every time he hit your throat.

“Baby, fuck, that’s so good.” he groaned, his finger intertwining in your hair.

You took your mouth off of him, needed to get your jeans off.

……….

Jeff pushed you onto your back, kicking his jeans off as well as yours. He tucked your panties to the side, and touched your pussy.

You trembled as the contact. You unbelievably wet, and coated his fingers instantly.

Without a word, he parted your thighs, each one hooking over his hips. He slid into you down to his base, all at once.

Your legs stiffened and your toes curled. You were full to the hilt. “Jeff.” you whimpered.

He looked down at you, and you gave him the nod to keep going. He pulled back, his length going out, then back in. He bottomed out, his hips flush against you.

He touched your face, making you look in his eyes. He snapped his hips, gaining a rhythm as his green orbs bore into you.

You bit your lip as you moaned. You didn’t know why, it was just the two of you in the car.

“No, baby, let me hear what I do to you.” he said, his voice soft and breathy. His fingers held your jaw, and his eyes held your gaze as he drove his cock into you.

He leaned down, sucking on your neck.

You put your arms around him, moaning with each glide of his length. Your hands wound into his hair.

His mouth met your collarbone, your chest, and he peppered kisses on your breasts. He then took your nipple in his mouth.

You gasped, whining desperately for more.

His lips left your tit with a pop before suckling again and massaging the other one. He took his mouth off of one, then started sucking the other. All while rolling his hips into you.

………..

You returned to the hotel, both of you looking as put together as you could manage in the car. You met Matt and Lita walking into the lobby.

“Ahh!” she ran to you, taking you in her arms. “Come on!” she pulled you into the building, leaving Jeff and Matt behind.

“So?”

“So what?” you teased.

She tugged on your arm before linking it with her own. “How was your date?”

“It was wonderful.”

Lita grinned, “Oh, I’m so happy! We’re like a family now. I mean, we would have been even if you and Jeff didn’t get together but still, this is special.” She hugged you, “Are you happy?”

“Of course I am, it’s just happening so fast.” you admitted.

“That’s how I felt with Matt at first. I think it just comes with the nature of our job. You find your footing, and it’ll be great.” she pulls away from the hug, holding your shoulders. Her face took on a funny look.

“What?” you ask her, concerned.

“You reek of sex.”

Your eyes widened.

“And you have a hickey.” She touched your collarbone with her finger, and it did feel slightly tender.

You covered that spot instantly, completely embarrassed you had been caught. But you and Lita just started laughing.

“I can’t believe he marked you!”

“I can’t either. I swear I didn’t know!”

“It’s okay. It might clear up by tomorrow. If not we’ll put makeup on it.”

The guys caught up to you, and Matt said to Lita, “Hey, you ready to hit the hay?”

“Yep.” she answered, and they put their arms around each other, “See you guys in the morning for training.”

………

A little while later, you were in the shower. Out of no where, the curtain whisks open and the familiar sight of Jeff Hardy’s nude body came into your view.

7.26.26

You let out a breath and put your hand on his hair. You couldn't believe this was happening, didn't think it could happen.

He sucked on your neck, gave your breasts a squeeze through your shirt and he moaned into your skin. His hot mouth trailed down, over your collarbone and in the valley of your cleavage.

Jeff leaned back, sitting on his knees, and he unbuttoned your pants. He moved back down and his lips were on you again, this time teasing near your belly button. He put his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, and slowly, he peppered more warm, wet kisses there, from hip to hip.

Your chest heaved, your hands molded to his shoulders, as he kissed you down below. You didn't know how much more you could take.

He nipped at the waistline of your lace underwear, and his lips left a trail just above where you wanted him most.

"Jeff." you panted.

His nose grazed your tummy, his breath tickling you, brushing over your ribs. He sighed softly, shifting upward and resting his head in your chest. “I’m sorry, don’t think we should do this.” he admitted.

Your heart sank. You were caught off guard and felt immediately insecure, as the night you were having felt so false. “What?”

“I mean,” he raised himself up, “I want to. I like you, y/n, but I don’t think this is right. We’ve both been drinking, and it’s been a long day. I just think our first time should be… more special, ya know?”

You were relieved. I want to. I like you, y/n. You relaxed, “Oh, gosh I thought you maybe realized you didn’t like me.” you laughed.

“No, that’s not it at all.” he smiled. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.

“So…you’ve thought about our first time?” you rubbed his hand idly with your thumb.

“I’ve thought about you lots of ways.” he smirked.

Butterflies swirled in your tummy, you could hardly believe what he was saying. Jeff settled down on the bed beside you, your bodies flush with one another.

“And to think you hated me at one point.” you said.

“I never hated you.” he argued, putting his arm around you.

“Well, I had a crush on you and you didn’t even know who I was.” There goes the alcohol again, making you say things you probably wouldn’t otherwise.

“Really?” he perked up, brows raised.

You blinked slowly, registering what you had just confessed. “Uh, just a tiny, little crush. No big deal.”

“Awe, that’s so cute, babe.” he pulled you closer to him, and he nuzzled into your neck. “But I always knew who you were. I’m sorry I just never talked to you. I tend to be shy around pretty girls.”

You blushed, “It’s okay. Things are different now.” you looked at each other, and his amber-green gaze lowered to your lips.

Jeff leaned in, his eyes closed.

But you turned away, “But” you began, “since we have decided not to have sex…I’m gonna cool off in the shower before we go to sleep.”

He took a breath, “Yeah, yeah, good idea.”

……….

Monday night rolled around, and you hadn’t seen much of Jeff over the weekend. Apparently, Matt and Lita hadn’t either.

“He’s been keeping to himself, writing poetry or whatever else he does I guess. I wouldn’t take it personally, y/n.” Matt said to you backstage.

“Yeah, Jeff’s just an odd guy. He’s not avoiding you.” added Lita.

“I didn’t think so, but it does make me feel better knowing he hasn’t been hanging out with you guys either.”

“We wouldn’t leave you out, you know that. We’re a team.” Lita gave you a sisterly peck on the cheek, making you laugh. “So, are you ready for the tag match tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to be back in the ring. Feels like forever since I’ve had an actual match.”

“A couple of weeks without action does feel like forever.” she agreed, “You and Jeff are gonna be great out there.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can find him, we’re up soon.”

“Okay.” Lita nodded, giving you a reassuring smile.

“We’ll catch you guys afterwards, y/n.” Matt called out to you.

“Okay, see ya then.” you answered before leaving the room.

………

You walked the backstage area for a little while, eventually catching sight of Jeff…talking to Trish Stratus of all people.

You stopped, not wanting them to notice you as a pang of jealousy hit your gut. You couldn’t imagine what they had to talk about. Trish flashed her pearly whites in a girly giggle, and she touched his torso.

What made it worse was Jeff’s soft smile as he looked and listened to her. You felt a lump in your throat.

You cursed yourself when Trish caught you in the corner of her eye, “Oh, hey, it’s…y/n, right?” she said to you.

We’ve literally wrestled against each other. You walked over to them, meeting Jeff’s gaze, “Yeah, sorry, I don’t mean to intrude.” you said, awkwardly. Even though he was your man, unofficially. You thought you and Jeff were…something, especially since that night after the club. Apparently not?

“Oh, no worries, I was just wishing Jeff good luck in you guys’ match tonight.” she touched him again. “Good luck to you, too.” she looked at you with the fakest smile you’d ever seen. “Bye Jeff.” she said to him before walking off.

“Bye Trish.” Jeff said, watching her leave.

“Get a good look?” you barked, anger flooding through you.

“What?” he looked at you, “Oh, sorry. We’re next, we should get going.” He grabbed your wrist, leading you to Gorilla position as if nothing was wrong, business as usual.

You wanted to mention Trish’s name to him, but you knew it wasn’t the right time. You were so angry at him for basically flirting with her right in front of you, after everything that had transpired between the two of you over the last few weeks.

But you had to put your personal feelings on the back burner because it was showtime. You’d been working too hard to let this moment slip.

………

•general POV•

“This is an inter gender tag team matchup, ladies and gentlemen.” said commentator Jim Ross, “Meaning, Christian could face off with y/n, and same for her tag partner Jeff Hardy and Jacqueline.”

“I think it’s Edge who would really like to face off with y/n!” added Jerry the King Lawler, “He can’t take his eyes off of her from ringside.”

The bell rang, and the match starts.

“Here we go, and it’s gonna be Jacqueline and y/n start in us off here.”

The two women lock arms, testing the strength of one another. After breaking apart, Jacqueline shoves y/n hard to the canvas.

Y/n gets back up quickly, taking her opponent down, and holding her legs up in the air. Keeping her heels together, she jumps and plants them into Jacqueline’s lower abdomen.

“Looks like y/n is taking a page out of the Hardys’ book!” JR

“Oh, taking after her boyfriend, how sweet!” King

“Y/n going for the cover, and a near fall.”

Y/n gets Jacqueline to her feet, then tucked an arm under hers, lifting her backward, executing a half nelson suplex. Once Jac is standing again, y/n corners her, delivering a round of punches, before bending and sliding her shoulder into her midsection.

“Hey! That outta look familiar to Edge!” King pointed out.

“That weasel hit y/n with the same maneuver just days ago. Jacqueline desperately needs a tag here.”

“I can’t believe y/n is dominating like this! What’s Jeff Hardy done to her?” King

Y/n takes a blunt elbow to the jaw, and momentarily becomes indisposed as Jac heads to her corner where she makes the tag to Christian.

Christian hurried over to y/n, catching her in a roll up pin maneuver, where she’s able to kick out on the 2 count. Both of them get to their feet, eyeing each other. Christian waits to see if she will make the tag or stay in the match.

The tag to Jeff is made and he ends up getting the advantage over Christian.

While y/n is on the apron in her corner, Edge sneaks over and takes her feet out from under her and her head smacks off the apron.

“What a cheap shot from Edge, pulling y/n off the apron!” JR

“I told ya he wouldn’t forget her, JR!” King

Christian, winded and beaten down makes the tag to Jacqueline.

But Jeff saw Edge’s attack on y/n, so he launched himself into a cross body high flying maneuver on him, leaving him flat on the floor. Jeff helps y/n back up to her feet, Jacqueline lands a splash of her on onto the both of them. The crowd cheers with excitement.

“There’s bodies flying everywhere!” King

“Well, Jeff Hardy is still the legal person in this match up, but Jacqueline doesn’t seem to care, as she’s throwing y/n back into the ring where Christian is recuperating.”

Christian delivers a hard clothesline to y/n, to the dismay of the crowd. Jeff returns to the ring, tackling Christian, who eventually rolls to the outside of the ring.

With y/n still down, Jacqueline climbs to the top rope, jumps and drop kicks Jeff from behind. Once he’s down she goes for the cover but y/n interrupts the count. The referee makes her go back to her corner, which she reluctantly does.

Edge enters the ring, illegally, crouching down, stalking, waiting for Jeff to rise all while Jacqueline is arguing with y/n, her back turned.

Jeff turns around, Edge goes for the spear and Jeff dodges just in time for Edge to hit Jacqueline by mistake.

“Oh no, Edge!” cries King.

Edge falls to his knees, his eyes wild as he shakes his head in disbelief in what he’d done.

Jeff tags y/n and the crowd screams as she runs to the opposite ropes gaining momentum to slide and kick Edge right out of the ring between the ropes.

Y/n looks at Jacqueline laying in the middle of the ring, then to the top turnbuckle, signaling where she was going to go.

Holding up two finger pistols, the Team Xtreme signature, she lands a moonsault onto Jacqueline, but Christian interrupts the cover

……….

•your POV•

Your music played throughout the arena, and Jeff disposed of Christian before he could get to you. Jacqueline rolls to the outside to join him and Edge.

Jeff pulls you into a side hug, keeping you snug to his side as you watched the losers leave. You try to catch your breath after that whirlwind of a match. It feels good to have a win under your belt, especially with him as your partner. Your tag team partner, that is.

You felt his hand on the side of your head, and you looked at him.

“Good job.” he nodded, “You were amazing.”

You smiled, “Thanks.”

He put his other hand on your face, cupping your cheeks now. He got a soft look on his face, and your stomach did a flip. He leaned in and kissed you.

The crowd went more wild than ever as you felt like you would float away.

Your first kiss with Jeff Hardy. Forget the brief hookup in the hotel room, this was the pinnacle. His lips were soft, warm, and intoxicating. You could smell his sweat and his cheap yet bold cologne. He tasted of minty gum and his own brand of sweetness.

After a rather lengthy open mouth kiss, he pecked your lips once more, slowly letting go of you while holding your gaze.

You felt utterly fuzzy. Maybe you were floating.

Jeff sat in the middle rope, letting you step over onto the apron. He hopped down first, and put his hands on your legs as you came down to the floor as well. He took your hand as you walked up the ramp toward backstage.

7.24.26

The tall blond laughed, "Yeah, I get it. Team Xtreme, right? Gotta support each other." His condescending grin didn’t leave his face. He and Christian were notorious for making fun of the Hardys.

"That's right." you agreed.

"Well, I've been thinking, y/n, maybe I could support you in ways that Jeff Hardy never could." he smirked.

You gave him a weird look, and just then, on queue, Jeff came up beside you. The crowd roared for him. You were in a pretty boy sandwich now.

"What's going on here?" Jeff glared at Edge.

"Nothing, nothing, just talking to my friend, y/n, here.” Edge said. “What's up with you, Jeff?"

"Look Edge, why don't you just leave her alone, and focus on the match tonight?" Jeff's voice biting with each word, almost like he wasn't acting.

"Whoa, whoa," Edge put his hands up in mock surrender, "sorry, I didn't realize you two had a thing going on. From what I heard, you two didn’t get along at all."

Shit, that last bit wasn't a part of the script. You butted in, just trying to end the exchange. "Edge, whatever is between Jeff and I is none of your business, and speaking of business, you should both just go get ready for your match."

As you walked out of the frame, the two men just glared at each other until commercial break.

Jeff followed behind you after the segment was over. "Hey, you're not too bad on the fly."

"Yeah, well it didn't need to drag on. You said yourself it'd be a mini storyline."

"I didn't think he'd get personal like that, but I think you handled it well."

"He's wrong though, we're good right?" you looked back at him.

"Yeah, we're good. Sorry for being a jerk to you." he held his fist out, and you bumped it with your knuckles. "Let's get out there."

Wait, did Jeff Hardy apologize to you? Well, you guessed it was really the second time, though you didn't let him finish the first time.

Maybe two of you were turning a new leaf.

..........

The Hardy Boyz 'Loaded' theme started thumping through the arena, and you and Jeff headed out together. Lillian Garicia began her introduction as Jeff started his now-famous juke atop the stage as you looked on, smiling. This was your first time seeing him in his element up close. He was magnetic.

And not to mention gorgeous.

"Introducing first, being accompanied by y/n, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing in at 225 pounds, Jeff Hardy!"

Jerry the King Lawler on commentary, "Now, JR, I'm a bit confused about this relationship between Jeff Hardy and Y/n. He didn't give the warmest welcome to her just a few days ago, and now he's acting a bit possessive over her."

"I don't think it's possessive, King, I think that maybe Jeff was defending his fellow Team Xtreme member from perhaps some unwanted attention from Edge."

"What woman wouldn't want attention from Edge, he was being a perfect gentleman, he was offering her support."

"A gentleman that was insinuating that Jeff Hardy was incapable of that job."

"Well, may the best man win here tonight. And the best part, y/n is gonna be right here at ringside and man, does she look good!"

……….

•general POV•

The bell rang and the match was underway when Edge gave y/n a little wave at ringside. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Well, it didn’t take Edge long to spot y/n!” King

“Oh! Jeff Hardy with a drop kick! Edge was too busy gawking outside the ring to pay attention to his opponent and he paid for it.” JR

After Jeff’s attack, Edge fell dramatically through the middle and top rope to the outside of the ring. He took a moment to get to his feet, and when he did, his attention was back on y/n, as if unfazed. He walked towards her, but she looked up and saw Jeff launch his body over the top rope, cross bodying Edge to the sheer delight of the fans.

“Edge better get his mind into this match and off of y/n.” JR

“Yeah, that’s Jeff Hardy’s girl. He’s not gonna stand for that.” King

Jeff got up, looking back to make sure y/n was out of harms way before beating Edge in the back anf neck with his fists. He tossed Edge back into the ring to continue the match.

It was a pretty even fight from then, until Edge introduced his finisher, a spear that made Jeff’s head snap back hard against the canvas, making a majority of the audience gasp in concern.

Edge got the cover and the three-count.

………

Y/n took it upon herself to check on Jeff as Edge’s music played and Lillian announced him as the winner of the match. But Edge stood at the ropes, blocking her from getting to Jeff’s side.

Y/n stood on the apron of the ring, outside the ropes as Edge was inside, just inches away. She looked down at Jeff, still motionless from that spear in the middle of the ring.

Edge took hold of the top rope, a malicious grin on his face.

“Get out of the way.” She mouthed for the cameras, keeping her eyes on Edge. She tried to bob away from him but he went with her, blocking her entry still. “What are you doing?” she yelled.

He then dipped his head down, trying to kiss her! She immediately slapped him across the face.

“Whoa baby!” exclaimed King.

“Y/n just slapped the taste right outta Edge’s mouth!” JR

“Doesn’t she know that’s no way to treat a man?” King

Edge’s head was cocked to the side from the impact, his ratty blond hair gone wild in every direction. His eyes were crazy, teeth seething when he looked at y/n again. He ducked down, driving his shoulder hard into her abdomen, knocking her off the apron and onto the floor, causing an influx of boo’s from the arena.

“Now that is just uncalled for! She did not deserve that.” JR exclaimed.

Edge watched y/n writhing in pain, clutching her stomach he had just punished, but suddenly he was whacked over the head by Jeff. The crowd cheered as Edge scrambled to get away.

Jeff chose to check on y/n rather than chase down Edge.

“There you go, Jeff, help your girlfriend.” King

“That Edge is nothing but a snake, knocking a woman off of the apron like that.”

“Hey, he’s a man scorned, JR. He’s not likely to forget this rejection.”

•your POV•

Jeff helped you to your feet as you held your ribs, and he kept his hands on you the whole way to backstage. Why was it so cozy to be in his sweaty arms? It took everything in you to not rest your head on his chest.

.............

"Jeff lost and y/n took a shoulder to the ribs, but let's go celebrate anyway!" Lita called out as you all left the arena together, escaping into the crisp night air and the inky blue sky.

"We are going out!" Matt answered, whooping and hollering with his arm around his brother and his other arm around his girlfriend, while she held onto your hand.

They took you to a club with mind numbingly loud music, neon strobe lights, and what looked like a million dancing bodies all around. The four of you had a couple rounds of drinks at the bar, and you were starting to feel the fire in your blood.

You looked at Jeff across from you, he was freshly showered, but there was already a new sheen of sweat on his forehead just from the heat in the room. He looked perfect, streams of green and blue highlighting his features from the shadows, other colors illuminating those thick upper arms of his. His hair, damp as usual, featuring washed out tones of purple and yellow.

You watched as Matt and Lita got up from their seats, hand in hand, looking loved up as they headed to the large dance floor.

You glanced over at Jeff again, who held his glass in his hand, and ran his tongue over his lip before meeting your eyes. You wanted to move, and you wanted to move with this man.

You walked over to him, and you were met with a silly smile that played with his mouth. "Dance with me, pretty boy." You held your hand out to him.

Jeff took your hand instantly, and let you led him out onto the floor.

From behind, his hand went flat onto your lower belly as he pressed you against his front. Your back met his hard chest, and you let your head rest at his shoulder as his hands guided your hips. Your heart rate started to multiply as you felt the heat from his body, and his breath on your neck.

You started to work your hips, keeping rhythm with him to the beat of the music. You raised your arms up, closing your eyes and breathing the night into your lungs. You let go of any worry of the awkwardness tomorrow may bring. Whatever the night wanted to be, it would be.

You just wanted it to end with Jeff.

His hands intertwined with yours above your heads. You swayed your hips, grinding your ass against his waist in the process. Slowly, his hands slid down your arms, slightly coarse on your smooth skin, the perfect contrast.

You giggled a little as his fingers grazed under your arms. His face tucked into your neck, and you could feel him smiling at that reaction. You pressed the side of your head to his, and his hands coasted down your ribs, making you shudder this time.

Jeff put both hands on your belly now, holding you against him like there was nobody else in the room. His nose grazed the side of your neck, and then his lips teased your skin. You whimpered, holding onto his arms. Nothing else in your life thus far had felt so intimate. No sex you'd ever had felt this erotic.

You turned your body, still in his grasp. Your hands met his face. You didn't see anything but one another as your thumbs traced his beard. You didn't need light to see the pattern, you knew his funky facial hair by heart.

"He-hey!"

Your bubble with Jeff was shattered by an ultra-annoying and oddly familiar voice. He held you close against him with his arm tucked around you and you both glared at Edge, who was accompanied by Christian.

"Looks like they do get along after all!" declared Christian clapping Edge on the arm as they both burst with laughter.

"Very sweet, now Team Xtreme has two couples." Edge teased. "Though I'm surprised either of you can dance after that beating tonight."

"Yeah, Edge, I'd be really proud if I were you, intimidating and assaulting a woman like that. She wasn't even in the match, man." Jeff stepped toward the taller blond of the two.

"It's okay, lover boy, just save the rage for our match next week, where your girl is fair game." Christian spoke like it was a threat.

You rolled your eyes, but Edge gave you a look, also pointing his finger in your direction, "And this time, it'll be my turn at ringside, honey." He gave you a wink as he and Christian shared a laugh as they walked away.

"Don't they have anything better to do?" you scoffed.

"Nah, they are known for not leaving work stuff at work.' Jeff shook his head.

You put your hand on his arm, "Let's go get another drink."

............

Standing at the bar with Jeff, you felt a pair of fishnet covered arms tuck around you. You looked at your red headed bestie with a smile.

"I saw you two." she said grinning like mad.

You looked at Jeff, who wasn't looking your way but was caught up in conversation with his brother and a couple of other guys from the roster.

"I don't know what you mean." you played coy, sipping your drink.

Lita let you swallow, then tapped you on the arm, "You were dirty dancing with Jeff Hardy."

"So?" you shrugged. You fought the blush in your cheeks and the smile creeping onto your lips with all of your might.

"Hey, girl!" Stacy Keibler came over to you, along with Torrie Wilson. "You and Jeff looked so hot out there together!"

"Yeah, girl! Get you that Hardy boy!" Torrie added nudging your arm.

You all laughed, and you covered your face in your hand.

"This is so exciting! You and Jeff will get together, and we can go on double dates!" Lita yelled excitedly.

"Okay, okay!" you took her hand, "I wouldn't start writing wedding vows yet. It could only just be for the night."

"Regardless, I'd just go for it." Torrie shrugged her shoulders before taking a drink from her glass.

"Yeah, Jeff's a good spanker at least!" added Stacy.

(iykyk)

............

You danced with the other three girls for the remainder of the night, which was fun, but nothing compared to the moment you had with Jeff. A moment interrupted by Edge and Christian, which you made it a point to yourself not to forget that they did.

"Y/n, it's closing time, go find your man and take him home!" Stacy squealed.

"Oh yeah that reminds me, I gotta find mine too! Come on!" Lita grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you through the crowd, "Bye ladies!" she called out to Stacy and Torrie.

The two of you soared through the sea of people slowly draining out as the bar was closing soon. Lita spotted Matt first, and ran into his arms like she hadn't seen him in days, making you laugh.

Jeff was nearby, and grinned as he waited for you to approach him. He outstretched his hand for you to take, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his green eyes as he cocked his head to the side. He looked like he missed you.

"Ready, my lady?" he asked after you took his hand.

You were just inches apart from him, and your blood started pumping. You nodded, tucking your teeth onto your bottom lip.

..........

Matt and Lita made out shamelessly in the hotel elevator. You were sorry that you and Jeff shared the ride up with them. But you held his hand and you kept to yourselves in the other corner as his brother and your best friend were lip locking and giggling.

"Goodnight, guys!" Lita hollered upon exiting the elevator and as Matt lifted her over his shoulder.

"Yeah, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Matt called out, and Lita's giggle rang through the empty hallway.

You shook your head at the happy couple. Jeff held your hand still, and he said, "So, now's the time where I could walk you to your room, or..." he took a step, closing the gap between you, "I could invite you to my room. It's up to you, pretty girl." he teased you with the same name you used on him earlier.

You smiled, gazing down at your hands joined together. "I'll stay with you, if you'll have me, Jeffrey," Your other hand found its way to his necklace, toying with it.

You looked up and met a menacing grin on Jeff's face. Your eyes widened, not knowing what that look meant.

Suddenly, he grabbed your arm, and hoisted your body across his shoulders, making you squeal and squirm.

"Jeffrey Hardy! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Quiet, you'll wake the neighbors." he said in a hushed tone as he carried you away.

In a fit of laughter, he got you inside the room and dropped you onto the bed.

7.21.26.

A/N: If you read to this point, leave a 💅🏻 to let me know, please!

"Oh, okay." you looked in his direction, trying not to drool over that perfect body of his, dripping, practically mocking you. You leaned your tired back against the wall.

"Do you mind turning around so I can get dressed?"

You snapped out of your gazing, "Oh, yeah, sure."

.........

"I'm really sorry about the mixup, but unfortunately, we are all booked up for the night."

You and Jeff sighed at the desk clerk's news. "Okay," you began, "surely we can just share, right? It's not like we're strangers."

"There you go, y/n, always gotta please everyone. Just go along with whatever so no one is inconvenienced."

"Oh, so I suppose you think it's alright if I just venture out at this ungodly hour in search of a room somewhere in a strange city?"

"Of course not." he then leaned down and took your bag out of your hand, "Let's just go."

You could not figure this man out for the life of you. One second, he's scolding you, and the next, he's carrying your luggage.

..........

"I guess since you were technically here first, you can have the bed, and I'll let you take the floor." you said upon returning to your now shared room.

"No, you take the bed."

"Jeff, enough with the gentleman routine," you scoffed a laugh, "it's just for one night, I'll be fine on the floor."

All of a sudden, he tucked his hands under your arms, and effortlessly tossed you onto the bed.

You gasped, catching yourself on the mattress and looking up at him in shock.

"There. It's settled."

..........

You had gotten into your pajamas and Jeff put on just a pair of gray sweatpants to sleep in. You watched him put together a makeshift bed on the floor with a simple pillow and flat sheet and a twinge of guilt hit your stomach. You didn't know why, as he basically forced you to take the bed for the night.

"Jeff, I really don't mind taking the floor. You have a match in a couple of days."

He laid the sheet out on the floor. "I'll be fine."

You took a breath and hoped that you wouldn't regret what you were about to suggest. "Look, we're both adults here. Let's just share the bed. It's just sleep, for goodness' sake."

Jeff looked at you, then at his sad excuse for a sleeping spot, then back at you. "You sure?"

"Yeah, of course." you nodded. Whether you liked each other or not, you didn't want him to sleep wrong and be sore in the morning.

"Okay." He grabbed his pillow off the ground, and placed it back on the bed before getting under the blankets.

You both laid there for a moment in silence. You rolled onto your side, your back to him so you could turn off the lamp. "Now, don't you try anything." you joked, trying to break the tension.

"Like what? What else could happen besides sleep?"

You smirked, but didn't say anything, as you snuggled into your pillow.

As if he could hear the grin on your face, "Get your mind out of the gutter, y/n."

Your past self would never believe she was sleeping with Jeff Hardy. Well, next to him, anyway.

.......

You woke up with a warm, strong body against your back. Once fully out of your slumber, you remembered the sleeping arrangement from the night before. Jeff's arm was tucked around you, and even more, his hand nestled into your palm.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when there was a banging on the door, once, twice, and Jeff was startled awake. He looked at you, then at your hand and his joined together.

"Jeff! Come on man, we got training! Open the door!"

Jeff pulled his hand away from yours and got out of the bed. "Fuck, I forgot to set an alarm." He walked around the bed, "Get under the covers so he won't see you." he said to you.

Honestly, what choice did you have? You couldn't risk Matt getting the wrong idea about last night's mishap. You rushed underneath the blankets.

“Hey, what the hell? Did you forget?” Matt asked his younger brother once the door was open.

“No, man, just overslept a bit. I’ll be right down.” Jeff answered.

“Okay, have you seen y/n anywhere?”

Your heart dropped.

“No, I haven’t seen her.”

“Well, if you do, tell her that she’s supposed to be there too. We can’t find her anywhere.”

"Okay, yeah, man."

“Hurry up! Meet us downstairs.”

Matt left and Jeff shut the door, so you were free to come out for breath.

"Better get ready for the gym." he said to you.

...........

You and Jeff headed down to the lobby together, and you thought up a fake story to make it seem as if you hadn't spent the night in the same bed. Much less cuddled, apparently.

"Oh hey, there you guys are." Lita smiled at you both.

"You found her after all." Matt said to his brother with a sly grin.

"Yeah, y/n we wanted to tell you about training today but didn't know what room you were in." Lita said. Why was she so happy, so early in the morning?

"Oh, I was actually just a few rooms down from Jeff.” You pointed at him casually with your thumb. “He told me about going to the gym, and we came down together."

"That's a great story, guys, but let's get moving." Matt instructed.

.........

You and Lita headed to the locker room at the gym, and she put her arm around you, "So how did it go last night?"

You felt your stomach rise to your throat. "How did what go?"

"You and Jeff in the same room?" she gave your shoulder a squeeze.

How did she know?

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"Oh, come off it, y/n. Matt and I bribed the front desk guy to put you two in the same room and lie about the hotel being full."

Her giddiness made sense now. "You shitheads, why would you do that?"

"I told you I'd find a way to get you two to make up! So tell me what happened!" she implored, gripping your forearm.”

"Jeez, nothing happened. What did you expect, for him to take me once he saw me in his hotel room?"

"Well, maybe not that, but we were hoping you guys would at least talk."

“Well, we didn’t. We just went to sleep.”

“Man, you guys are boring. We can’t even trick you into getting along.” She blew a raspberry in defeat.

You couldn’t be sure, but Jeff’s boner grazing your ass this morning made it seem like you were more than getting along.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

…………

Matt Hardy was clearly the leader of Team Xtreme. Which was perfectly fine with you, as someone needed to be in charge. He wanted to blend your style in with that of the rest of the group. You got in the ring, practicing moonsaults and other top rope maneuvers.

Matt and Lita worked with you and gave moral support while Jeff mostly just watched.

“Now, I want you and Jeff to be prepared for your tag match next week. So, don’t be afraid to try out some Hardy Boyz moves. The fans will go crazy for it and they’ll truly accept you as part of Team Xtreme.” Matt said to you. “Now, let’s try poetry in motion. All you gotta do, y/n, is get on all fours.”

“And he’s gonna jump on my back?” you had a ‘gee thanks’ tone in your voice.

“Relax, princess. I’ll make it so you won’t even feel it.” Jeff grumbled.

“Fine.” you glared at him, “Let’s give it a go.”

You went through the spots, and surprisingly, he was right. You barely felt his foot on your back, and he was still able to catapult to the corner, catching Matt across the chest with the side of his body.

“Okay.” Matt choked out, the wind knocked out of his by his own brother, “That was good guys, be sure to use that.”

..........

Awhile later, the four of you were tired and sweaty, and you figured the workout had met its end. Matt and Lita left to gather their things to leave, and you were going to do the same until Jeff stopped you with a hold of your arm.

"You guys go on ahead, I wanna talk more strategy with Y/n."

"Okay, we'll catch up with you guys later." Lita sang, pulling Matt away.

You were alone with Jeff, and couldn't imagine what else he could possibly want to go over with you.

"You're looking pretty good in the ring. Could almost pass as one of us." Jeff quipped.

"Thank you?" you said, your hands on your hips.

"I'm just saying that it'll take time to build chemistry, but I think it's going good so far." he mirrored your stance.

"Yeah, we'll have to see how things go in the ring."

"We've got a few days to prepare, so it'll be fine."

"How do you feel going into your match with Edge on Thursday?”

"Oh yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that." he turned away from your, running his hands through his damp hair.

"What is it?"

"Vince wants you to accompany me to the ring for that."

"Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense because Lita's going out with Matt for his match that night."

"Yeah," his hand was on the back of his neck now, "also, they want Edge to flirt with you beforehand to act as motivation for me."

"Motivation for you? Are we a couple all of a sudden?" you walked over to the side of the ring.

"It's just a mini storyline. It may not even carry over to the next show."

You sighed, "I would like to know Vince's strategy for getting me to a number one contenders spot." You wrapped your hands around the top rope.

"Hey," Jeff touched your shoulder, "it'll happen for you. It'll just take time. There's a natural progression for these things."

"I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me yet, Jeffrey." you turned to face himz

He gave you a nod, "You're welcome."

"If that's all, can we go now? I want a shower."

"Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice going up as he teased you. He took a step closer to you, and you don’t think he even noticed he did.

"Oh, so he does joke after all." you gave him a cheeky grin. You were so close to him, if one of you leaned just a bit, your lips would touch. “We're not sharing a room tonight, so just keep dreaming." You tapped your palm onto his clammy chest, then tucked your leg over the middle rope, and exited the ring.

You heard him chuckle softly as your feet hit the floor and you smiled to yourself.

7.20.26

“So, your brother didn’t want to hang out?” you asked Matt.

“No, not tonight. He’s weird like that sometimes.”

“Does it have to do with me? Did he say anything?”

Matt frowned, “No. He didn’t say anything about you, I mean, why would he?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, just seemed odd that he chose not to hang out.”

“That’s Jeff for you.” Lita chimed in, “He just does this loner thing where he keeps to himself in the hotel room. Don’t take it personally.”

“Yeah, he’s probably just jerking off.” Matt added.

You and Lita laughed, and the three of you took some seats at the bar. Some more WWF stars trickled in and out during the evening and it turned out to be a fun time. You couldn’t stop thinking about Jeff, though.

And as if you summoned him with your throats, he came down to the bar as well.

“Well, look who decided to make an appearance.” Lita announced.

“Yeah I guess someone got bored of stroking himself.” Matt teased.

Everyone that had been there awhile had started to clearly feel the effects of the alcohol.

“Leave it alone, man.” Jeff said to his brother. His eyes met yours and you felt a jolt in your chest. He leaned over the bar, in between you and Lita, his arm firmly pressed against you, like it was comfortable for him to be so close to you. He ordered a beer, and you watched him take a swig. His jawline taut, his tiger stripe beard almost moving as he gulped, his throat bobbing.

You were too tipsy to care if he was uncomfortable with your staring, but he didn’t seem to mind anyway. He didn’t retreat from your gaze in the slightest.

“You don’t like me.” you needed to break the ice, albeit a bit awkwardly in your boozy state. But it seemed to get the job done because Jeff finally looked at you again.

“I never said that.” He turned his chest toward you, his full attention was yours.

“You’re no fan of me.”

He shrugged, “You’re gonna have to do more to earn that.”

“Oh, so what do I have to do to impress you, Jeff Hardy?” you moved closer to him. You’d never be this bold without the liquid courage, and you knew it. So you went for him.

To your surprise, Jeff leaned down to your height, which in another scenario would be adorable. But he looked at you under furrowed brows, “It wouldn’t be impressive if I had to tell you, now would it, y/n?”

“Okay, I hate to break up the love fest.” Lita touched your shoulder and Jeff’s, “But Matt and I are gonna head back to our room.” She looked at Jeff, “Would you mind being a gentleman and walk y/n back to her room?” Her eyes said he didn’t have a choice.

Jeff huffed, setting his beer down, “Fine.”

Lita smile at you, “Great.” She winked.

You gave her a smile laced with sarcasm.

Suddenly, a big hand wrapped over your wrist, and Jeff led you out of the hotel bar. “Hey! Who said you could just man handle me?” you cried out, smacking his arm.

He turned to face you, exhaling sharply, “If I wanted to manhandle you, I’d throw ya over my shoulder. This, is just me making quick work of getting you out of here so I can come back and finish my beer.”

“Damn, Jeff, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” you shoved his chest, moving past him to head toward the elevator.

You heard him sigh as you pressed the elevator button. As the door opened, his hands were on your waist, and you gasped as he pulled you into the elevator cart.

“What are you doing?” Alcohol and annoyance making your blood simmer.

He looked down at you, as he was several inches taller, “Look, Lita is like a sister to me and if I don’t do as she says, I’ll never hear the end of it. I’m just here until you make it to your room.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and keeping to your own side of the space. After what felt like an hour, you finally stopped at your floor and got out the second the doors opened again.

Your heard his footsteps behind you and you rolled your eyes, saying, “You can leave now.”

“Not until you’re inside.” he answered.

“Not like you care.”

“I care about what Lita wants. I don’t know you well enough to care about you.”

You stopped and turned around, “Oh, wow.” was all you could say.

“Fuck,” he looked down, humility taking over him, he looked back up into your eyes, “that was actually a really shitty thing to say. I’m sor-"

“Goodnight, Jeff.” you opened your door, shutting it immediately before he could utter another sound.

……….

A week later.

You avoided Jeff after that night. Not that he even tried to talk to you. You hoped he felt like an ass. Even if he didn’t know you, he didn’t have to blatantly come out and say he didn’t care about you. You could almost hate him. What kind of person says that to somebody? Your crush was officially over.

Tonight, there was to be a tag team match, your first time teaming with Lita, and it was against Molly Holly and Trish Stratus.

Trish was still in training to become a wrestler, so she was still learning. At this point in her career she had “her men” Test and Albert at ringside to help do her dirty work. So it would be perfect to have them get involved in the match and for the Hardy Boyz to come save the day, thus introducing the new Team Xtreme, with their fourth member, you.

Lita’s music started playing in the arena and you could hear the screams from Gorilla. She took your hands, and the two of you started jumping up and down, getting pumped up for the match. “We got this!” she shouted.

“I’m so excited!”

“Let’s fucking kill out there.” she gave you a quick squeeze before walking through the curtain first.

The iconic voice of Lillian Garcia hit your ears while 17,000 fans were on their feet, hundreds of hand written signs in all colors in the sea of wrestling fans. “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Lita and y/n!”

You were buzzing as you made your way down the ramp. You’d never experienced such a loud pop before, and you knew it was for Lita but you liked to think you were a part of it too.

You both slid under the bottom rope and into the ring together and you mimicked the Hardy Boyz finger pistols along with Lita. It felt natural and the crowd responded really well. It felt like a new beginning.

T & A’s theme played next and four figures made their way to the ring. The towering Test and Albert behind Trish in her long coat, skimpy outfit and hat as well as Molly Holly, who glared at you and rightfully so.

Test gave you a grin and he and Albert both kept an eye on you and Lita, as you were opponents of Trish.

You and Molly were to begin the match up and she gave you the beating you deserved, much to the delight of the crowd. But after a few minutes you got the upper hand, eventually grabbing her hand and twisting her arm while you pulled her into your corner where you tagged Lita in.

The crowd cheered for Lita, who climbed onto the top rope and just as you let go of Molly’s hand, Lita delivered a hurricanrana. She went for the cover, hooking Molly’s leg, but Trish rushed over, bashing Lita over the head with her forearms and disrupting the three count.

In retaliation, you delivered a spear to Trish, grabbed her head and bounced it off the ring mat, and she squealed in pain the whole time.

As the match went on between Molly and Lita, you were pulled off of Trish and out of the ring by your ankles. Then, you were slung against the ring barrier, hitting the back of your neck hard, you looked up and it was Test, menacing in both stature and the eyes. The referee didn’t see the interference.

You knew the match was over for you tonight. You heard screaming from the entire arena and Matt and Jeff came running around the corner.

As you clutched your injury, the Hardys started pounding on Test and got him on the ground before Albert could make his way over and then Matt started to wail on him as well.

With Test down, Jeff looked at you down on the ground. He grabbed you, pulling you to your feet, “Finish it!” he yelled as he took you by the head and pulled at your waistband to get you back into the ring.

This was not part of the script. This was Jeff’s doing. Your heart raced, and you knew you had to make the most of it.

You watched the scene in front of you, Trish and Lita were the legal ones in the matchup currently. You and Lita were meant to be the winners, but how was it supposed to happen now that you’d been put back in?

You made your way back to your corner, “Tag me!” you yelled to Lita. You felt bad seeing her, as she was severely winded and tired from being in the ring by herself for minutes now. She had just delivered a round of blows to Trish, and she labored a crawl over to you and you stretched your hand as far as you could, finally making contact.

You hustled over to Trish as she was getting to her feet. You got her into a headlock and you used her body as leverage to jump up and place your feet on the top rope, walking to one side until you were able to swing her over and plant her front on the mat.

The crowd cheered at your move, but for good measure, you went and delivered a chick kick to Molly to knock her off the apron. You then quickly hooked the leg of Trish and earned the pin fall.

This time, your own music played out and Lita grabbed your hand to raise it in victory.

The Hardy Boyz were cheering, clapping their hands on the apron and they eventually joined you in the center of the ring. Matt initiated a group hug, you heard him say something like “fucking awesome!”

Everything was so loud and vivid, one hundred times what you felt coming down the ramp at the beginning of the match.

“You were great!” Lita hugged your side as you continued to celebrate.

You felt Jeff’s eyes on you. You could not make out this man’s demeanor. You smiled at him, for the camera’s sake, and he gave you a nod. Was he pleased?

Matt walked over to the corner of the ring to retrieve a microphone. “I just wanna take a minute and introduce to you, the WWF universe, the newest member of Team Xtreme, y/n!”

……….

“Gosh, that was amazing!” you exclaimed when you all hit backstage together.

“And it’s only gonna be up from here! They loved it!” said Lita.

“Great job tonight guys, all of you.” Vince said as he approached you four. “I’m planning an inter gender tag match next week. I’m thinking a team of Jeff…and y/n.”

You and Jeff looked at each other and you took a breath before looking at your boss, “Sounds great.”

“You don’t seem thrilled about your match with Jeff next week.” Lita said when you hit the Divas locker room together.

“Yeah, he and I don’t exactly…get along.”

“I’ve noticed. You haven’t said a word to each other in a week. Since the night at the hotel bar, right? Did something happen?”

“It’s no big deal. Jeff is a coworker.” you turned, “I don’t have to be friends with everyone I work with.”

Lita grinned from ear to ear.

What was this?

“So you like him.” she nodded.

“What, no I don’t?”

“I can see it now just as plainly as I did at the bar that night. You dig each other, but neither of you is going to admit it.”

“Lita, you got it all wrong, really.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way for you two to make up. Ah, it’s going to be so fun going on double dates!” she squealed. You didn’t know she was a woman who squealed.

………..

That night, you got to the hotel late, and all you wanted was to crash. It had been a long night, exhilarating, but the end was a bit of a let down. Knowing you had to team with Jeff, when you weren’t even speaking to him was really affecting you.

“Checking in?” The hotel desk clerk asked you.

“Yes, please. It’s under y/n y/l/n.”

You got into your room with your key card and shoved your luggage inside. With a huff, you sat on the bed, eyes closed for a second.

But you heard water running. Panic settled in and you looked around the room, and someone else’s belongings were on the dresser. A Mountain Dew can on the nightstand, an open duffel bag on the floor.

Shit, this was someone else’s room.

You heard the shower turn off, and seconds later the knob on the bathroom door squeaked. You froze.

Out walked the blond-headed, ripped-bodied bane of your existence, wrapped in a hotel towel.

Jeff looked up, obviously just as in shock to see you as you were to see him.

“The fuck are you doing in here?” you yelled at each other, in unison.

7.19.26

You’d been in the WWF for about six months now, and despite your hard work and dedication to the company. Your career hadn’t really gotten any traction. You were well liked by the fans, but not beloved like other superstars. And there was no promise of a women’s championship match nor a number one contender spot in sight for you.

But, you hoped that could change today as Vince McMahon himself had invited you to his office. Good changes, or he was going to fire you. But you couldn’t think of any reason why that would happen.

You knocked on the bosses door, hearing his voice tell you to “come on in.” You opened the door and did not expect to see the other three people on there as well.

It was Matt and Jeff Hardy, who both remained silent, but they stared at you. You instantly got nervous, especially considering your secret crush on Jeff. But luckily, you were at ease with Lita being there as well.

“Hey, girly.” she greeted you with a sweet smile. You and Lita had gotten along and become friends since day one, about as long as she had aligned herself with the Hardy Boyz.

“Hey Lita.” you smiled back.

“Great, I’m glad you’re all here, now. Y/n, I was just talking to these guys about you.” Vince said.

“Oh? Good things I hope?” you asked nervously, not sure at all where this was going to go.

“Of course, nothing bad. Nothing bad at all. In fact, I want you to work with Team Xtreme.”

“Like in a match?”

“Not exactly. I know how badly you want a shot at the Women’s title and I think we’ve got an organic way of getting you there.”

Your eyes widened, and he had your full attention. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“Lita has a match tomorrow night. I want you to get involved and get her disqualified.”

“Oh, I would hate to do that.” you waved your hand.

“No, it’s okay, y/n. I’ve had the championship, I’ve had the glory and I want, well we want to help you.”

“Okay, well what do the Hardys have to do with it?”

“In the meantime, I want you to help get asses in the seats and eyeballs on the televisions. Team Xtreme is popular, you are getting quite popular yourself and you’ve all got similar in-ring styles. If you align yourself with Lita, thus aligning yourself with Team Xtreme, people will tune in every week to watch the four of you.”

“We’ve talked about it with Vince, y/n and we’re in. It’s for the good of every body.” Matt chimed in, a complying and happy look on his face. You looked at his younger brother, though, and didn’t quite catch the same vibe.

“Yeah, we’re totally cool with you joining the team, right Jeff?” Lita nudged him with her elbow.

Jef had his arms folded across his chest, and he blink dramatically when Lita tapped him, “Yeah, it’s cool.”

That was not convincing.

……..

Okay, it was official. You were going to become the fourth member of Team Xtreme. At least two of them were on board. You didn’t know what it would take, if anything, to get Jeff on your side as well. You don’t know him well. He didn’t say much. But he had charisma unlike his brother, an aura that you couldn’t quite describe. Plus he was gorgeous to look at; he was in amazing shape and the wild attire he wore to the ring only accentuated his sexiness. There were probably a lot of girls in the locker room, like you, that had a thing for Jeff Hardy, but were way too scared to make a move.

But this was different now, he was considered a team mate of yours. You couldn’t see him that way anymore. This was business.

……..

“Both these women, very athletic, both fan favorites here, and both want to have this win under their belt!” WWF commentator Jim Ross watched Molly Holly and Lita in the ring as they went blow for blow.

“I for one would like to see what’s under their belts!” Jerry “the King” Lawler retorted.

All of a sudden, the fans started to get loud, “Wait a minute, King! Look who it is!”

“What’s y/n doing here? Oh this just got more exciting!”

You ran down to the ring and the cheers from the crowd fuel your adrenaline as you grabbed Molly by the ankles, making her faceplant onto the ring floor. The bell rang, signifying the end of the match between her and Lita.

You pulled Molly out from under the bottom rope and threw a series of punches to her head before leaving her motionless on the floor at ringside.

Lita exited the ring, coming over to you and giving you a shove, “obviously” upset at you for ruining her match. But just a minute later, she smiled at you before the two of you embraced and the crowd roared again as Lita’s theme music started to play.

“What the hell is going on here?” JR

“Y/n gets Lita disqualified and she’s happy about it?” King

“Something’s going on here, King. But I don’t know what.”

……..

You and Lita met up with Michael Cole for an interview backstage after your attack on Molly Holly.

“Y/n, what we just witnessed before commercial break was totally unexpected, can you tell us what your mindset was when you sprinted out there to eliminate Molly Holly in the match against Lita?”

Lita smiled and looked at you as you took the mic from Cole.

“Well Michael, it’s like this, you see,” you looked directly into the camera, “I’ve been in this business for months now and I’m sick and tired of being looked over, of being counted out and not taken seriously. Lita here is the first person to take me under her wing and actually believe in me.”

With that, Lita put her arm around your shoulders, speaking into the mic, “I couldn’t help but see incredible potential in her, and so I decided we should become a team and give everyone in the WWF a run for their money. This company is ours for the taking.”

……

“Let’s go meet up with the guys!” Lita said, pulling you to the locker room by the hand.

The Hardys were getting ready for their own match, lacing up their boots and what not.

“Hey!” Matt greeted you both, “You looked great out there, both of you. Great job, y/n!” He tapped you on the shoulder as he cozied up to his girlfriend.

“Thanks Matt. Good luck in your match tonight you guys.”

“Thanks,” he clapped his brother on the back, “we better get going, man. We’re next.”

“Okay, yeah.” Jeff answered, and as they walked out, he stopped next to you and your eyes met, “See ya afterwards.” he said with a tiny grin.

You tried to breathe and not blush so damn much. You tucked your hair behind you ear as you watched the Hardys leave.

“Come on, let’s go watch them.” Lita grabbed your hand again. Apparently this was a new thing. Was this what having a best friend was like? You didn’t hate it!

You couldn’t help but think about that look on Jeff’s face when he spoke to you, and what it possibly meant. Could he be interested in you? No! This wasn’t high school. You already told yourself, this was business.

……..

The Hardy Boyz were able to pull one out against Test and Albert and you and Lita got a laugh at Trish Stratus’ obvious dismay at the turnout.

“Hey, we’re going to hang out at the hotel for a bit after the show, you wanna come?” Lita asked you.

“Sure!”

Just then, one of the producers came to you, “Y/n, they’re wanting you to do a quick segment with Jeff when he gets back here.”

You were taken aback, “Oh, okay. I uh, wasn’t given a script for that though.”

“Yeah, it’s all good. Jeff will do all the talking, you’ll just listen. Thanks.” he said, walking off.

Jeff will do the talking. You were intrigued. You met up with the boys, not before getting a glare from Trish when she passed by with T & A.

“Ignore her.” Lita said, as she joined up with Matt, leaving you and Jeff to trail behind. He and Matt had both taken their shirts off and Jeff was sweaty, his damp, yellow hair had a splash of indigo. He had a pair of his signature cut up arm bands on as well.

The camera man came up close to the both of you. You were used to the cameras now. “Hey,” Jeff touched your shoulder as you followed behind Matt and Lita, “I was wanting to say something to you.”

You shuddered at his touch, and hoped to God that Jeff, nor the audience didn’t notice. “Okay, shoot.” you said, keeping your cool.

“So, as I’m guessing you saw out there, Matt and I have a good thing going, and with Lita, Team Xtreme is strong. We’re proud of the group, and to be honest, I don’t know you or what you’re about but I don’t need some newbie coming and messing things up for us. So just stay in your lane and do your job, alright?”

“Okay, I got it.” you answered, stopping in place.

Jeff kept walking and the camera stayed on you as you let his words settle in.

7.18.26

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Jeff didn’t say a word other than a grunt here and there, obviously in a tremendous amount of pain and discomfort. You wanted so badly to help. You hated the almost constant grimace on his handsome, sweaty face. Really, he could just go be a model, and not put his body through so much in the name of a sport.

But it wasn’t your turn yet, you’d get to take care of Jeff later.

There was a man there who helped Jeff get onto the ground where a black mat was waiting for him.

“He’s just gonna get readjusted by a chiropractor. He’ll be fine in a few minutes, you can just hangout here.” Matt Hardy said to you.

“Okay.” you answered, and saw the chiropractor do something with one of Jeff’s arms that made him groan. You couldn’t help but grit your teeth as you winced, but you were happy you weren’t in his predicament.

Matt sat in a folding chair right next to where Jeff was on the floor, while you sat across the room on a bench by a set of lockers. You made sure to keep out of the way as other people came in and out of the open door to congratulate the guys on a good match. Some of them smiled at you and waved, not really knowing your name but respected that you were with the Hardys.

You were really liking coming to these wrestling shows. Everyone was really nice and welcoming and the behind the scenes stuff was really neat to see. But nothing compared to the roar of the tens of thousands in the crowd when their favorite superstars came down that entrance ramp. The Hardy Boyz especially got an always thunderous reception.

You just watched Jeff get worked on, which you thought was beneficial since you’d learn what parts of his body would be more sensitive than others after the match tonight. You wanted to take care of him, not make him any worse.

A few minutes go by, and Matt’s girlfriend Lita comes in to get him. “Hey, you ready?” she asks him.

“Yeah. You gonna be alright, Jeff?” he asks his little brother who was getting his leg stretched.

“Yeah, man, I’ll be fine.” Jeff mumbled, his cheek pressed against the mat.

“Alright, I’ll catch up with ya tomorrow.” Matt stood up, and stopped by you, “Take care of our boy, y/n.” he said with a wink.

“Feel better Jeff!” Lita said, then looked at you, “Bye y/n, see you later.” she gave you a smile just before she and Matt left the room.

They didn’t know the exact nature of your relationship with Jeff, but was that their way of welcoming you into their group? Could that happen?

The chiropractor gave you a polite nod as he left, and you watched as Jeff slowly shift his body into a sitting position. His arm was bent back as he pressed his fingers into the back of his neck. “Hey you, come here.” he said, his voice soft. He didn’t even have to look at you for you to obey.

You hurried to his side, kneeling in the floor. “You feel better?” Your hand met his arm.

“Yeah, a little better.” He looked into your eyes, he brought his hand up to your cheek. “I should grab a shower before we go.”

“You could get a bath at the hotel. Soaking in the hot water might be good for you.” you suggested.

He smirked, “Only if you’ll get in with me.” he gently pinched your chin.

“Of course I will.” you giggled.

He tugged your chin, forcing you closer to him and he snatched up your lips with his.

………….

Jeff changed clothes and you started to head out of the arena together. A young guy about Jeff’s height walked up beside you, you recognized him as Christian, now one half of the new tag team champions.

“Damn,” he blatantly ogled at your chest before looking you up and down, “I’d love to cut that cake, baby.”

You scoffed in disgust, brushing him off as he got close.

The next thing you hear was a firm hand smacking Christian at the back of his neck. “You wanna back the fuck up before I make you?” Jeff’s voice was deep and clearer than ever.

You turned to see what was going to happen. This just got exciting.

“What, from what I hear, you’re not official. She’s fair game as far as I’m concerned.” Christian replied, cockiness all over him.

“She’s with me, asshole.” Jeff was seething through his teeth as he faced him, “And regardless of who she’s with, she’s obviously not interested in your sleazy, punk ass so just fuck off.”

Christian just laughed smugly, “Okay, big guy. We can just settle this in the ring next week.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” Jeff answered, moving away from Christian and grabbing you by the hand to lead you out of the building, finally.

…….

Steam rose up from the water in the tub, and you ran the soft, soapy cloth across his chest and arms. His muscles were taut and cramped from the match, but you were glad to seen the tension leaving his body and the relief in his brows as they softened.

“Sorry if I’m not up for sex tonight.” he said, eyes closed for the moment and his southern drawl more gravelly than usual.

You huffed out a laugh, “That’s understandable after what you did tonight. You’re crazy but you were amazing out there.”

“You think so?”

“Well, I don’t know what Vince had to say,” you watched the suds drip down his chest, down that dividing line of his abs, where you loved to trace your tongue, “but the fans loved every second of it. They love you, Jeff.”

“I’m glad they liked it.” he ran his hand slowly over his head, which was still wet since you washed it for him, “I’m glad you liked it too.” His eyes were on you now, the corners of his lips turned up.

You bit your lip, and started to toy with his Hardy Boyz necklace, “Were you trying to impress me, Jeffrey?” you teased.

“Hmm,” he leaned his head back on the edge of the bathtub, “maybe a little. Maybe I try to impress you every time I go out there for a match.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. The tone in his voice sounded as if he was admitting it to himself for the first time. “Like what happened with Christian earlier? Just trying to impress me?”

“No.” he sat up straighter in the tub, his hands on your arm, warm water coating your cool skin. “I couldn’t let that asshole disrespect you like that. It’s just like before Matt and Lita got together, ya know? Guys were being gross and hitting on her all the time. I can’t stand that shit. I have no problem putting guys like that in their place.”

“Hmm. Well, you’re sweet, Jeff Hardy.” you pecked him on the cheek.

“Don’t tell anyone.” he grins.

“Well King and JR were talking about you writing poetry, so it’s kind of a known thing that you can be a sensitive guy.”

He winced hard, both eyes shut, “Aw gosh, don’t listen to their commentary, please.”

“I mean, you do have a move called poetry in motion. That’s a bit of a giveaway. And your rainbow hair.”

“My hair is very manly and intimidating.” he said, you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. But you both ended up laughing. “I guess I just don’t have the typical look of a wrestler.”

“It makes people underestimate you, I think. But your fans love it. Especially the women.” you smirked at him. “You could have your pick of any of them, Jeff.”

“I don’t want any of them. I want you.”

I want you.

That was all you needed to hear to sling your arms around his neck and close the gap between your bodies. Water splashed lightly as your breasts melded against his chest. You kissed him deeply, and felt his hands on your back.

"mm." Jeff pulled away, "The water is starting to get cold. Let's get outta here."

"Aw, do we have to get out?" you kissed him, "I like it in here.”

He put his forehead on yours, "We'll be warmer in bed."

........

You both got out of the bath, dried off, and got ready for bed. "Here, let me help you." you said, taking his arm as he got settled on the bed.

He chuckled, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"I just don't want you to move too fast or-"

"I know, and I appreciate your concern, babe. But I'm okay, I promise."

You looked at each other, him sitting on the bed and you standing in front of him. You both became conscience of what he had just called you.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that."

You put your fingers to his lips, "No, it's okay. You can call me whatever you like." You then slid your hand over to his cheek.

"Y/n, I've actually been thinking about... our situation. Would I be too bold in thinking that..." he trailed off, seemingly losing his nerve.

Your heart raced, and you hoped this was going where you wanted it to go. "Thinking what, Jeff?"

He sighed, "Thinking that maybe you would want to be my girlfriend? If not, that's alright. Nothing has to change-"

You cut him off again, this time with your lips as you climbed onto his lap, carefully of course. "What took you so long?” you giggled, “I would love to be your girlfriend."

7.17.26

Outside of wrestling matches and your dates, you didn’t have to answer to him, he wasn’t controlling, or always checking up on you like most guys would. And he was free to do whatever he wanted to do. It was beneficial for both of you.

Today was one of your hangouts, and you were excited to see Jeff. You put on one of your new outfits, purchased with his funds, of course: a sleeveless denim dress with dainty ruffles at the hem and a ribbon bow just under your hint of cleavage.

He opened the car door for you and you settled into the car together. “You look incredible.” he said, a coy smile creeping onto his face.

You shrugged, flipping your hair behind your shoulder. “Thank you. So do you.” You looked him up and down, he wore a tight white tank top which extenuated his thick arm muscles, and round, hard pecs. His leopard print pants and black bandana added just the right touch of eccentricity that Jeff always exudes.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked, taking his hand in yours over the center console.

"Well, I thought we would go to the mall, grab some food, and then I'd take you shopping. You can buy whatever you want." he brought your hand up to his mouth, you felt the softness of his lips on your knuckles.

"Really? You sure?" you asked, even though it was silly, considering your arrangement, but you still couldn't believe how lucky you were.

"Of course." he leaned in, kissing you chastely.

You kissed him right back, placing your hand on his chest, your freshly manicured fingernails resting on his neck.

Jeff groaned as you grazed your claws down his throat, and he broke the kiss. “We should stop before we get too carried away.” He grinned.

You giggled, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

…….

As he drove through the city, his hand rested dangerously high on your thigh, his painted black fingernails covered by your skirt. You watched, and admired how he drove with one hand, his jawline taut as he watched the traffic. As his hand gripped the steering wheel, you couldn’t help but think about how he could grab you the same way.

Your hand tucked around his beefy bicep and his fingertips started drawing short, slow lines along your inner thigh. Each minute that went by, each turn the car took, he moved his hand closer and closer to his destination. And you got wetter with every inch.

Unable to take the teasing any longer, you put your hand on his, letting him slip his fingers into your panties. The cotton was soaked. His fingers slid between your lower lips.

“Fuck..” he muttered, he ran his digits along your slick valley and you moaned softly, gripping his wrist.

He pushed his finger inside of you, pumping them in and out slowly at first until your whimpering gave him the signal to move them faster.

You kept one hand on his arm and brought the other to the tent forming in his patterned pants. You cupped his tip through the material, massaging him.

Next thing you knew, you were bent over in the car, bracing yourself on his thighs as you dipped your head down into his lap.

Your ass was perked up in the air, and his fingers danced on your clit as you unzipped his pants to free his strained cock. Once he was out, you immediately licked the drip of precum from the tip. You lapped at his slit, a pathetic sounding mewl drew out from his throat and you knew you had him in the palm of your hand.

You sucked his sensitive tip into your mouth, dragging your lips up and down the length. You moistened the sides of him with your spit and massaged the head with your tongue. You hoped he wouldn’t lose control of the car.

………

You got some pizza at the mall food court, and stole kisses in between bites and sips of soda.

At the table. Jeff tried to touch you between your legs again, but you swatted him away with a giggle as there were other people around.

After lunch, you walked hand in hand to find a store you wished to browse. You walked through Michael Kors and Kate Spade, but didn’t purchase anything until Coach, where you finally bought the purse you’d been eyeing for a long time.

As the cashier rang you up, you whispered in Jeff’s ear all the ways you would thank him and gave him a quick kiss.

He put his hand on your hip, pulled you close to him and he planted his lips on your neck. The cashier gave you a grin as she handed you your bag with your new purse inside.

You kept walking the mall, mostly window shopping, until you spotted the famous pink and black storefront, “Ooh, Victoria’s Secret, let’s go!”

They were having a sale on their bras, so naturally Jeff encouraged you to pick out however many you wanted. You picked out five or six, honestly you lost count. They were all so cute. Some had sparkle, others cherries, and one with lace butterflies along the top. Of course, he liked them too.

“I can’t wait to see you in them.” he said in your ear.

“I bet you can’t.” you teased, poking him in the side, making him chuckle and smile like a schoolboy which you thought was incredibly charming.

As you walked out together, his lips were at your ear again. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

You looked at him and his wiggled his brows at you. You gasped, “Oh my gosh. Really?”

“Yeah,” he answered, toying with your fingers, “if you’re up for it.”

…….

You entered a family restroom, making sure no one saw the two of you. Jeff was on you before the door was even locked. His lips captured yours in a heated exchange.

He held your face in his hands, swiping his tongue deep into your mouth and making you moan. “You know you don’t have to do anything to thank me, right? I love spoiling the shit out of you.” he pecked your lips.

You placed your hand on his strong shoulders, pushing him back just slightly, “I know, but I want to do those things. I am so into you, Jeff. I can hardly stand it.”

“Yeah? Me neither.” he lowered himself down to his knees, “So let me kneel.” He slid his hands up your thighs until he could tuck his fingers into your panties and pull them down.

You stepped out of your underwear with his help and he shoved them into his pocket.

He pushed your skirt up and you held it in place to give him access. You shuddered as the cool air hit your warm, wet pussy. He instantly licked a stripe upwards on your clit.

Your free hand went to his hair, blond, faded orange, and bright red in color and soft as ever. Soft, just like his tongue on the most sensitive part of your body. As he went down on you, you wondered if someone might knock on the door. The idea of gettting caught only added to the thrill you were already feeling with his mouth on you as well as his hands. "Oh Jeff, i dont deserve this. I don't deserve you."

He lifted his head up, "Don't. Ever. Say that." He rose to his feet. "I'll show you what you deserve." He grabbed you by the waist, pushing you towards the sink where you catch the edge of the counter with your hands.

He then lifts your skirt from behind, and you heard his zipper before you lifted your head to see him in the mirror's reflection. He takes you by the hips, lining himself up and you felt the head of his cock nudging slowly into you. Next, you felt the familiar stretch of him. You arched your back in response.

Jeff started to rock his hips, and he grabbed your hair and the next thing you knew you were cheek to cheek with him. His hand wrapped around your throat.

You looked at the reflection of the two of you. You'd never gotten this kind of view before; his face scrunched up, brows furrowing, arm muscles buldging and flexing as he increased his pace. As he snapped his hips, his skin slapped against yours, creating a clapping noise in the enclosed restroom.

You cried out his name and whimpered as he worked toward his second orgasm of the day. He pulled your hair and snapped your head back so he could latch his lips onto your neck. He moaned against your skin, and you felt his teeth sink in. As he nibbled on you and filled your pussy, your body started to shake, your lower channels pulsing.

"You're close." it wasn't a question. You'd done this together enough times to know each other's patterns and habits during sex. He knew you were at your limit.

“Fuck me, Jeff!” you cried out, forgetting you were in a mall bathroom, a family restroom for heaven’s sake.

His fingers dug into your hips as he smacked his own against your ass, plunging his entire length in and out with ease. His other hand went to your front, between your lower lips and he slid his fingers back and forth over your swollen clit.

After a moment more, your knees buckled and you saw stars, that euphoric rush swirled through your tummy.

With a growl, Jeff pulled his cock out and you watched him in the mirror as he worked your slick over his cock before spurting his cum onto your ass.

He caught his breath and kissed your lips. He then grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser near the sink, wetting them from the faucet so he could clean you up.

7.15.26

@gatotejadero @gothlula

After months of being together he still didn’t want to be in a real relationship just for the sake of looking weak in front of the other guys in the locker room. The guys and girls just didn’t date each other, they hooked up, sure, but nothing serious came from it, unless they’re Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. Jeff just didn’t want to be razzed for having his girlfriend be on the roster.

There was a big chance that he would be at this party tonight considering Lita was hosting, but you hoped that he wouldn’t show. At the very least, you could just avoid him at all costs if he did.

But there was a catch. There was a theme for this party: dynamic duos. Everyone was supposed to participate with a partner of their choosing. And, before everything blew up between the two of you, you and Jeff had decided to come as Batman and Catwoman.

So, without any other costume to wear, (you’d never hear the end of it from Lita if you wore regular clothes), you were forced to wear the black, skintight Catwoman suit that hugged every curve of your body.

You feared that you would stick out like a sore thumb being a loner in a house of twosomes, but everyone seemed to be too drunk to actually notice.

Well, not everyone was too drunk.

“Y/n, baby! You are wearing that outfit like you’re doin’ it a favor.” said Kurt Angle as he approached you as you were refilling your drink at the kitchen island.

“Oh, thanks Kurt.” you said, trying to not sound as dry as you were feeling. He was a nice guy and all, just not your type. Too bad he didn’t realize it.

You put your cup to your lips, and your gaze fell to the front door. Even through a huge crowd of mingling guests, he stood out. Blond hair dyed in patches of light blue and lavender, like cotton candy, pulled back into a ponytail with a bandana wrapped around his head.

You nearly choked on your drink at the thought of him seeing you. You coughed and felt a hand on your back.

Kurt patted his hand on you, “Whoa, you okay, y/n?” He scooted his way closer to you, your bodies nearly touching.

You put your hand to your chest, catching your breath and clearing your throat. “Yes, I’m fine.” You looked up, catching Jeff talking to Lita and his brother Matt. She was dressed as a sexy little red riding hood and Matt had on an atrocious wolf costume.

Kurt continued to talk to you, but you only half listened because you couldn’t stop looking at Jeff. You wondered if Lita was scolding him for not wearing a costume. That sort of thing was out of character for him, as he always loved an excuse to dress up and express himself. Maybe this break up, or whatever it was, was really affecting him.

Suddenly, as Kurt Angle’s voice was drowning out around you, you noticed Lita pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Jeff’s head turned and you gasped. You thought seriously about hiding behind the kitchen counter so he wouldn’t see you, but that would have been childish.

“You sure you’re okay, y/n?” Kurt asked.

You made eye contact with Jeff, and he shot daggers at you as he walked your way. You gulped, looking at Kurt for the first time in several minutes. “Yeah, why?” you giggled awkwardly.

“I don’t know, you just look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” he shrugged.

“No, I’m fine.” you insisted, realizing the handsome blue-haired man was getting closer. You did not recognize that angry look on his face. Jeff was not one to anger easily, and even then it was not as intense as the way he looked now.

“Whats goin’ on here?” there was the southern twang that made you tremble. Jeff wore his leopard print pants and his brown shirt half unbuttoned.

“Hey Jeff, how are ya man?” Kurt clapped his hand on the other man’s back.

Jeff didn’t even look at him, his brows furrowed and his green eyes locked on you. “What do you think you’re doin’?” he looked you up and down.

You took a sip from your cup, hoping for the liquid courage to kick in, “Well, Jeffrey, it is a costume party.” you put your arms down, gesturing to your catsuit. “Not my fault you seem to be the only one not participating.”

“You guys fighting or something?” Kurt butted in.

Jeff got into his face, “Kurt, why don’t you go and mind your own business before I show you the real meaning of extreme.” That last word got really loud, and you were surprised everyone wasn’t staring at you all.

You put your hand on his firm chest, shoving him away from Kurt, “Okay, Jeff you’re not cutting a promo right now. So just knock it off.”

“I’m not gonna sit back and watch someone touching my girl, alright?” he shot back, glaring at you.

“Oh, hey man, I didn’t know you two were official,” Kurt began, his hands up in surrender.

“We’re not.” you finished for him.

“That’s okay, that’s cool. I’ll just leave you two to sort…whatever it is out, okay?” With that, Kurt Angle made quick work of leaving the kitchen.

“Jeff, what the hell is wrong with you? You didn’t have to treat him like that.”

“What about you? Dressing like that, what are you showin’ off for?”

You growled, “This is part of the couples costume we had planned! Remember, Batman?!”

“I didn’t think you’d still wear it tonight.” he scolded you. “Like you’re taunting me or something.”

“Don’t blame me for your asshole-ness, Jeffrey. I don’t have to put up with this anymore.” you shoved past him, but he followed you.

“Wait a minute, what the hell were you talking to Kurt Angle for anyway?”

“Ughhh, I wasn’t talking to him! He started talking to me when I came into the kitchen. It was nothing.” Then, you realized you didn’t owe Jeff an explanation. You turned to him, your hands on your hips in defiance, “Not that it matters, nor is it any of your business.”

“You are my business.”

“No I’m not!” you were yelling now. Some people were beginning to look at you, but you didn’t care. “You made sure of that when you decided that you didn’t want me to be your girlfriend. So just leave me alone!”

“Let’s go somewhere more private to talk.” he said, surprisingly calm.

“No.” you answered, walking away from him.

Jeff grabbed your hand, gripping tightly as he pulled you through the crowd.

“Hey, stop it! Let me go!” you called out, trying to yank your hand away from his grasp, but he was too strong.

He took you to Lita’s guest bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “What the hell? Let me out!” you tried for the door, but he held your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Not until you listen to me.”

“Fine, what?” you huffed.

“I messed up, y/n. I’m sorry for hurting you. I was stupid for not wanting to be a real couple because of some status quo. That’s not even who I am. So what if the guys wanna give me shit for who my girlfriend is? I don’t care anymore, baby.” He took your hands, pulling you in, “I just want you.”

As his words sank in, you were reminded of your height difference and how safe you always felt with him. And despite how macho he was just acting when he saw you with some other guy, he looked so sweet and boyish looking down into your eyes right now.

You really loved him. And you believed him. You truly felt like things would be different now.

“I love you, Jeff.” you admitted.

He intertwined your fingers with his, placing the back of your hand on his chest. “I love you too.” His other arm wrapped around your back, pulling your bodies flush together.

You leaned in, putting your hands on his chest now, “Even if you do get jealous.”

Jeff was centimeters away from kissing you, but he pulled back, “What? I don’t get jealous.”

You pulled back as well, “Oh really? What was that out there, then?”

He looked away, shaking his head, “Yeah, I guess I was. Something just came over me when I saw you with Angle.”

You put your hand on his cheek, turning his attention back to yourself, “I never thought you were the jealous type.”

“I never was. Until you.” his eyes darkened with those words. He kissed you, soft at first, and then deeper.

You tucked your arms around his neck as your tongue met his. You felt his hands run up your back, along the latex material of your catsuit.

His mouth left yours and you caught your breath just before he began sucking and biting at your throat. You moaned as he dragged his warm tongue along your sensitive skin.

Suddenly, his fingers dug into the costume and you heard the seam ripping.

“Jeff! The fuck?” you shouted. “What am I gonna wear home now?”

“Lita will have something you can wear.” he left little pecks on the side of your neck as he tore the rest of the material off of you.

“Great, I’ll just use the ol’ “Jeff ripped my costume so we could have sex” excuse when she asks me about it.” you rolled your eyes.

Jeff was seemingly unbothered by your sarcasm because he lifted you onto the bed after he got you out of the catsuit. “So you were just naked underneath that huh?” he asked from his perch on top of you.

“Yeah, not much room for undergarments when you’re wearing latex.” you answered.

Without another word, you heard his zipper instead. He touched your pussy, his fingers getting coated in your slick. “Who got you this wet? Was it Kurt?” he asked, his eyes narrowed on you as he pressed your clit.

“Ahh!” you moaned, “No. Hell no, it wasn’t him.” You writhed against the mattress as his fingers circled.

“Someone else, then?”

“It was you, you dumbass.” you pulled him completely on top of you, making the tip of his cock nudge into you, grazing between your folds. Your pussy pulsed at the contact and you let out a tiny breath before consuming his lips.

He slid his cock into you, rocking his hips to find a rhythm, maintaining eye contact with you. This man loved eye contact during sex.

You yanked the front of his shirt open, two buttons that he had previously secured went flying in the air. He ruined your clothing, so you figured you’d rip his. At least his article was still wearable.

You relaxed your hips as best as you could, widening your legs for him and he plunged deeper. Skin slapping skin, his rock hard tummy rubbing yours, his mouth smothering your tits, it was all a wet dream come true.

He sucked your nipple, his hand squeezing the swell of your breast and you felt a pounding in your lower half. It wasn’t just him working his hips, driving his thick cock into you, but your pussy convulsing around him.

You arched your back, slinging your own hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate to come. His happy trail tickled lightly on your clit as you chased your high.

“Think Kurt Angle could do this for you, baby?” Jeff growled, putting his hand between you, rubbing your clit again.

His manly need to show power over another man was so hot to you. Jeff acting like such an alpha male was exciting. “No, he could never!” you assured him.

Without warning, he pulled out and you heard him huff as he threw himself on the bed next you.

Your adrenaline dropped.

But he immediately grabbed your hips from behind, entering you again soon enough. He pumped into you, and your arousal resurfaced. One hand palmed your breast, and you threw your head back as he pinched your nipple. “Fuck!” you cried, your head pressing into the pillow.

Jeff shifted the both of you so you were in a makeshift sitting position together. Your back was to him, but he cupped your face, making eye contact, “Look at me.” he demanded, that drawl in his voice that told you how tired he was, but he never wavered, just like in the wrestling ring. You could never count him out until the very end. Sex was no different.

His eyes bore into you and he took hold of the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he rammed into you harder.

As he kept going, getting deeper and bullying your cervix, you couldn’t help but throw your head to the side. He released his grip on your neck but held your body firmly. You let out a strained moan and he grabbed your hair, “Come with me.”

As if on command from the sound of his voice, that band inside you snapped and you came, leaving a leaking mess all over him.

As you came down, breathing heavy and in time with one another, he lay his head in your shoulder. After a moment, he put his pants back on and with no shame, he made his way back out to the party. He returned to the guest room quickly with enough water for the both of you.

………

Jeff wasn’t in the bed when you woke up in the morning, but there was a note on the pillow he had slept on.

‘Making breakfast. Come join. -J’

You sat up in the bed and before you could even begin to wonder how you were going to clothe yourself to get to the kitchen, you saw a pair of baggy cargo pants and a band tee folded nicely at the end of the bed.

You got dressed and made your way to the kitchen where you spotted a bare-backed Jeff at the stove. His pastel hair wadded up into a bun.

The red-headed owner of the house sat in one of the kitchen chairs. “Hey, you found the clothes I laid out for you.” Lita said, “I heard about the accident with the catsuit.” she grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You looked at her, then noticed Jeff had turned just slightly and you could make out the smirk on his face. “It wasn’t an accident.” you insisted, and glared at him, playfully of course.

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Shout out to @gothlula for making the mood board for this fic! It’s perfection, thank you bestie!!

then it becomes working on his arm and chest, sometimes blue, sometimes red, or green paint in long swoops over his deltoids, biceps and down his forearm to his wrist and hand. he has no shirt on while you do it, so you expand to his chest, covering his firm pectoral with the brush, just like you’d seen him do before

he also tasks you with wiping the paint off of him at the end of the night. His sweat does a lot of the work for you, but he still requires cleaning. What starts with a damp towel and sensual swipes over his forehead and cheeks ends with you scrubbing his body in the shower

Not getting away the paint topic yet…

he wants to paint your nude body

you think he’s joking

he’s not

once you get used to the idea, you ask, “like a portrait on canvas or like the way you paint yourself?”

he answers, “I want you to take off your clothes, lay down, and I’ll use you as a canvas.”

that night, he has you lay on his massage table. how did he acquire a massage table? you didn’t ask this time. he’s a weird guy with oddball things in his house and you’d made peace with that

(I have a whole fic in mind for this^ if anyone is interested in reading that in the future)

once you start fucking, he’s able to go all night, holding you close as he fucks you deep

you tucker out before he does, and being the southern gentleman he is, he wipes away all the sweat and cum off of your body, and brings you a glass of ice water to keep hydrated

the finger pistols he flaunts in the ring are not just for show. he knows what he’s doing when those two fingers are inside you, he’s not afraid to use them hard and fast until you’re whining and begging him to stop because it’s too much

the bandanas he likes to wear, wrapped tight across his forehead, covering even his eyebrows, usually stay on during sex

but sometimes he uses them as a blindfold on you. sometimes he’ll cover your eyes, paint your body in various colors and swirls, all cool to the touch and creamy on your warm skin. once he’s done he’ll remove the bandana from your eyes to surprise you with his masterpiece

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@gatotejadero I love you my beta!!

She wasn’t particularly thrilled by his presence, but she was flattered by his token of affection in the form of florals.

Patrick noticed the color in her cheeks and the half smile she gave, and his heart did a flip.

“Yes.” she answered, accepting the bouquet.

“Wonderful.” he gave her a nod with a charming smile.

………

Patrick closed up the office as early as he could, and met Eden in the lobby.

“Oh, you’re done early tonight.” she said when she saw him.

“I just wanted to spend time with you.”

She gave him a soft smile.

“I’ve also got a surprise for you.” he held his arm out to her and she tucked her hand onto his elbow.

“Really? You don’t seem like the surprise type, Doctor Sumner.” she smirked.

“You have the power to bring that out of me.”

She hummed a contented sigh, letting him lead her out of the office.

“I just want you to know I’m sorry for the things I said, and that I really love you, Eden.” He stopped once they were outside the door and he turned to her, “And I want to be with you. Always.”

“I love you too, Patrick. After not being together these last few days, it’s made me realize how much I enjoy being near you, and not just at work.” Eden smiled.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asked, his brows raised.

“No, but there’s always a chance for that in the future.” she giggled, take his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

Patrick grinned and leaned in to kiss her, but they heard the clicking of horse hooves.

She turned and saw a white, horse-drawn carriage, with beautiful wooden wheels and ribbons hanging along the sides. The horses were well-groomed and calm, the young man holding their reins tipped his hat to the couple.

“Patrick, you did this?” she asked, her breath taken away.

“Yes, this is our ride for the evening. I thought we could explore the city.”

“Oh that’s sweet, but it much have cost a fortune.” she hesitated.

“No, now don’t you worry about that.” he placed his hand on top of hers.

“I guess I’ll just have to get used to you spoiling me.” she shrugged, looking at the horses in awe.

“Oh, yes, definitely my love. It’s everything you deserve and more.” Patrick responded, letting her climb in first.

……..

They rode through the city, cuddling close to preserve some heat on the slightly chilly night. It was so beautiful and clear, they could see every star in the sky high above the buildings. Their town was lit up with streetlights, apartment windows, and businesses with string lights highlighting their storefronts.

They didn’t say much, just enjoying the sights, the company of one another and the surprisingly relaxing rhythm of the horses clomping.

Once back to Patrick’s home, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. She was happy with his apology and captivated by the carriage ride. She was intrigued by the possibilities of other romantic gestures he may come up with over the course of their lives.

He could hardly get the door shut behind him before she slammed against him, her hands in his hair and her mouth chasing his. Patrick in turn slid one hand behind her neck and the other held her waist.

He shoved off both of their coats and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her to the couch, where he carefully placed her and she pulled him on top of her.

Eden moaned when their bodies collided, her need for him growing by the second. She pulled on the buttons of his shirt until they were all undone.

Patrick got rid of his shirt, then moved on to his trousers, all while kissing her.

“I want you so bad, my lover.” she cooed under him, making his hands tremble in their feat. He was a surgeon, nothing could make him tremble. Nothing other than Eden.

Patrick’s cock sprung out from the confines of his trousers once his zipper was down. His arms on either side of her, the look in her eyes said that she was delighted to be trapped by him. “You want it, here, now?” he asked.

“Yes, just leave my skirt on.” she answered, out of breath and in between kisses as she held his face. Her fingers rubbed his thick red stubble, which she loved.

He quickly removed her knickers, and his always dexterous fingers grazed her clit.

Eden sighed, knowing she was about to be taken care of in the best way imaginable.

With his other hand, Patrick guided his cock to her sensitive, wet opening.

She planted her hands on his hips, and along with her legs around him, she pulled him towards her and his cock slid in.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her. But fuck, he was thrilled to be inside of her again. There was a point days ago when he thought he’d never get to be with her in this way. She was so wet, he was able to slide all the way in, bottoming out.

He started pumping his hips, and replaced his fingers at her clit, keeping time with both activities.

........

"You want to go on top, my darling?" he cooed, cupping her cheek as he looked down at her.

"Yes." she answered instantly.

"You sure? You don't have to, if it's too much."

"No Patrick, lay down." she demanded.

Somewhat dumbfounded, but finding himself even deeper under her spell, he did as she told him. They switched positions and she straddled his waist, carefully holding his member to place him inside her.

She shuddered at the feeling of his cock filling her from this angle. The drag along her slick walls and the fit of him was somehow very different. But she took a moment to adjust, and Patrick was very patient, moving with her and rubbing her hips.

She anchored her hands to his shoulders and quickly found a rhythm to ride him to. Her hips worked his cock, and her breasts sat jostling near his face.

Patrick slid his hands up her back, her skin soft but hot and beading with sweat, just like his own. "Yes, baby, make love to me. You feel so good." He moved his hands to her front, gently molding his hands to her plush breasts, his fingers caressing over her nipples.

She whimpered and her movements became wilder; her nails dug into his chest.

"Mark me up if you want to, my beloved. It would be a blessing." Patrick panted underneath her, barely able to keep his hands on her feral hips.

..........

Eden was sweaty and breathless when he shocked her by pulling his cock out and forcing her to roll over on the couch. She braced herself on the cushion as Patrick entered her from behind.

He pushed down gently on her back, making her arch and he could slip in deeper.

She moaned as Patrick gripped her hips and pumped into her hard and fast. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filling the air along with their breathy pants, Eden held onto the couch cushions with everything she had.

"Ah, my darling, I'm close. Shall I release inside you?"

"No, no, love, let us wait until we are married to have a baby."

"Alright." he leaned over, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest. He held her face and kissed her, his hips moving slowly and broken.

"Do it in my mouth." she said, shifting around to kneel infront of him.

Patrick was taken aback, "Really?"

"Lottie said she likes it." she insisted, "I want to try it."

He couldn't even try to suggest otherwise; he was almost coming at the sight of her on her knees on the couch. All he could do was give her a nod before he held the back of her head as she stuck her tongue out and he stroked his cock. It was only a brief moment before he sprayed his cum in her mouth, with strings covering her face as well.

..........

They rested awhile afterwards, and Patrick offered to make her some dinner, to which she declined, saying she only needed some tea and sleep.

He cleaned her up with a warm, damp washcloth and carried her to his bedroom.

Eden got settled into the cozy bed with the covers up to her shoulders and her arm bent comfortably under her head.

He looked at her, in awe of her and at how much he loved her. He never expected to meet someone like her, someone who could see him, and still accept him despite his flaws.

She didn't know about his past, everything he went through during the war and the trauma he endured in the north water. She didn't know the horrible things he'd done. But he was confident that she would eventually come to understand why he did those things. He wanted to grow with her, and he knew she could help him become a better person, not just a surgeon. Eden had made him feel human again.

"Darling." he said to her, softly as he kneeled down beside her side of the bed.

Eden stirred, groaning, "What is it, Patrick? I'm tired."

He chuckled lightly, "I know you are. So, I will make this quick. Look at me, my dear, please."

"Alright." she said, sitting up a little and giving him her full attention.

He took a deep breath, nerves starting to swirl inside of him, but he was able to present her with a small jewelry box.

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized what was happening.

"Eden, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you. Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will." she answered, not skipping a beat.

Patrick smiled, opening up the jewelry box to revealing and sparkling and rather large diamond ring.

"Oh Patrick, you shouldn't have." she said, her hand on her chest in a weak attempt to calm her hammering heart.

"Yes, I should have." he took the ring, held her hand and slid it onto her third finger. "You deserve the world, my love, and I'm going to try my damn hardest to give it to you."

"I love you." she breathed out, throwing her arms around his neck, squeezing with whatever strength she had left after their love making session.

He held her just as tightly, "My fiance."

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@gothlula @gatotejadero thank you both for your support and inspiration aways!

@b0nney @h3r3t1c

at first he’s not confident in his flirting with you because he doesn’t think he’s good at it

but his actions speak louder than words; soft smiles turn into prolonged eye contact while you’re talking, his eyes even begin watching your mouth in particular

as he gets more comfortable with you, his flirts turn into digs, and you’re able to have playful banter back and forth

since you’re both wrestlers, and he’s been doing it longer, he gives you pointers and feedback after your matches. You secretly love the way his whole face lights up when he talks about wrestling

soon, the entire roster knows about your flirtation-ship, but Jeff still doesn’t make a move. He’s nervous that you don’t really like him that way, that you’re just friends

it bothers him when people tease you about your friendship as he’s grown to be protective of you

he shows his care by saving you from being double teamed in the ring

eventually, the two of you were put together as a tag team. after your victory, he helped you up to your feet and pressed his forehead to yours and before you could register what was happening, he kissed your lips, right in front of the cameras, right in front of 20,000 fans in the arena, then he left you there to collect yourself

from then on, you’d learn that the younger, more shy Hardy boy was full of surprises

Did I do this right?

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@gothlula @gatotejadero