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[jeff hardy x reader! fem! +18 ] words : 9.4k

mdni. smut. mentions of hardcore sex, mentions of bullying. intoxication. language.

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🏷️: a young y/n is a huge fan of professional wrestling and meets her idol, lita. with lita's help, she starts training and becomes a wrestler. she then meets jeff hardy, and they start developing a complicated and flirtatious relationship amidst the wrestling world. which ultimately, leads to steamy and intense encounters.

you had always been a fan of professional wrestling, watching the wwf with your family on sunday mornings. the excitement, the drama, the larger-than-life characters—it all captivated you. and when you saw lita, with her fiery spirit and incredible in-ring skills, you knew you wanted to be a part of that world.

it was a chance encounter at a wrestling convention that changed your life. you were there, dressed in your best wrestling merchandise, hoping to catch a glimpse of your idols. and there she was, lita, signing autographs and taking photos with fans. you mustered up the courage to approach her, your heart pounding with nervousness.

"excuse me, lita," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "i'm a huge fan. would you mind taking a photo with me?"

lita smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "of course, babe. i'd be happy to."

as you stood next to her, posing for the photo, you felt a surge of excitement and pride. and as you thanked her and walked away, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special.

over the next few months, you and lita crossed paths several times, always exchanging friendly greetings and small talk. and one day, lita invited you to join her and some friends for coffee. it was there that you learned about the wwf's development program and lita's role in mentoring new talent.

"you know, you have a real passion for this, girl," lita said, her voice sincere. "why don't you come train with us? see if this is something you really want to pursue."

you were taken aback, both excited and terrified by the offer. but you knew that this was your chance, your opportunity to turn your dream into a reality. and so, with lita's guidance and support, you began your journey into the world of professional wrestling.

the training was intense, pushing you to your physical and mental limits. but you were determined, fueled by your passion and the belief that you could make it. and as you improved, lita was always there, offering encouragement and advice.

"you're doing amazing," lita would say, her smile warm and proud. "i can see the fire in you, the drive to succeed. you're going to go far in this business girl i can feel it!”

and as you made your debut on monday night raw, you felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. but with lita by your side, cheering you on, you knew that you could conquer anything.

the arena was electric, the crowd roaring with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the music blared. you stepped into the ring, your heart pounding with adrenaline and excitement. this was your moment, your chance to shine on monday night raw. as you made your entrance, you caught a glimpse of jeff hardy backstage, his colorful hair a stark contrast against the dull backdrop. he was talking to lita, his expression serious and focused. you couldn't help but notice how his eyes were intense, almost piercing.

"you ready for this, babe?" lita asked, giving you a quick hug before you stepped into the ring. "you've got this. just remember to breathe and have fun out there."

you nodded, taking a deep breath as you made your way to the center of the ring. the crowd cheered loudly, their energy fueling your confidence. as you performed your moves, you could feel the connection with the audience, their excitement mirroring your own. it was a great match, and as you left the ring, you were buzzing with energy.

backstage, you were approached by a familiar face. jeff hardy, with his signature colorful hair and a stern expression, walked over to you. "well, well, if it isn't the star of the show," he said, his voice smooth but slightly mocking. "i'm jeff, by the way."

you raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your surprise. "i know who you are, jeff hardy. i'm y/n."

jeff chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. "pleasure to meet you, (y/n). i've heard a lot about you. lita speaks very highly of you."

you felt a flush of pride at his words. "that means a lot, coming from her. she's been a great friend and mentor."

jeff leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "i can see why. you've got that same fire in you, that spark that makes people take notice. but don't let it go to your head, okay?"

you met his gaze, feeling a spark of your own. "thanks, jeff. i got it."

as you talked, you couldn't help but notice how jeff's presence was both intimidating and exciting. there was an undeniable intensity about him, a charisma that demanded attention. you found yourself laughing at his jokes and feeling a connection that went beyond your shared profession, even if it was tinged with a bit of harshness.

over the next few weeks, you and jeff crossed paths frequently, whether it was at events, training sessions, or just hanging out backstage. each encounter left you with a mix of emotions—excitement, curiosity, and a growing sense of friendship that felt both natural and electric, despite jeff's sometimes harsh demeanor.

it didn't take long for the dynamic between you and jeff to shift. what started as playful banter and friendly competition soon turned into a series of jabs and insults. jeff seemed to take pleasure in picking on you, his teasing bordering on cruelty at times. and you, determined not to show weakness, would fire back with equal ferocity.

"you know, for someone who's supposed to be a star, you sure do struggle with the basics," jeff would say, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you struggle with a particularly challenging move during training.

you would roll your eyes, trying to hide the sting of his words. "at least i'm not relying on my good looks to get by, jeff. some of us actually have to earn our place here."

jeff would chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "oh, darling, you're adorable when you're angry. but i think we both know that you're in way over your head."

as the days turned into weeks, the tension between you and jeff grew palpable. you found yourself dreading your encounters, knowing that jeff would find some way to put you down or make you feel small. and yet, there was a part of you that couldn't help but be drawn to him, to the intensity of his presence and the way he seemed to see right through you.

one day, after a particularly grueling training session, jeff cornered you in the locker room. "you know, i've been thinking," he said, his voice low and intense. "i think you're holding back. i think you're afraid to really go all out, to show the world what you're made of."

you met his gaze, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. "and what makes you think you know anything about me, jeff? you don't know the first thing about what i'm capable of."

jeff stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours. "oh, i think i know more than you realize, darling. and i think it's time you showed everyone else too. or are you too scared?"

you felt a surge of anger, your hands balling into fists at your sides. "i'm not scared of anything, jeff. least of all you."

jeff smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. "we'll see about that, won't we? i have a feeling you're full of surprises, (y/n). and i can't wait to see them all."

as you stormed out of the locker room, you felt a mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and a strange, unsettling excitement. jeff had a way of getting under your skin, of pushing your buttons and making you react in ways you couldn't control. and as much as you hated to admit it, there was a part of you that thrived on the challenge, that fed off the intensity of your encounters with him.

a few weeks later, lita invited you and jeff out for a drink, insisting that it would be good for the three of you to spend some time together outside of work. you reluctantly agreed, knowing that jeff would likely find some way to make the night miserable for you.

as you sat at the bar, nursing your drink and trying to ignore jeff's constant jabs, lita leaned in, her voice low and concerned. "you two need to cut it out, okay? this constant bickering is getting old, and it's starting to affect your performance. can't you just try to get along?"

you sighed, taking a sip of your drink. "i'm trying, lita. but jeff makes it impossible. he's always picking on me, always trying to put me down."

lita glanced over at jeff, who was currently engaged in a heated debate with the bartender about the merits of different wrestling promotions. "i know he can be a bit much sometimes, but he's not all bad, you know. he just has a strange way of showing it."

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "i don't know, lita. i just can't seem to get through to him. every time i try to have a civil conversation, he finds some way to turn it into a fight."

lita patted your hand, her expression sympathetic. "i know it's tough, darling. but just try to remember that he's not as bad as he seems. there's a reason he's one of the most popular wrestlers in the business, you know."

as the night wore on, you found yourself increasingly irritated by jeff's presence. he seemed to be everywhere, his voice grating on your nerves and his constant teasing pushing you to the brink of anger. and as you finally made your excuses and headed for the door, jeff's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"leaving so soon? i was just getting started," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the bar, his arms crossed over his chest.

you turned to face him, feeling a surge of anger. "i've had enough of your games for one night, jeff. i'm going home."

jeff pushed off from the bar, taking a step closer to you. "oh, come on, don't be like that. i was just having a bit of fun. you know, for someone who's supposed to be a tough wrestler, you sure are sensitive."

you felt your anger boil over, your hands clenching at your sides. "i'm not sensitive, jeff. i just don't appreciate being constantly picked on and put down. is that too much to ask?"

jeff's expression softened slightly, his eyes searching yours. "i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to make you feel that way. i just... i don't know, i guess i like pushing your buttons. it's fun to see you get all riled up."

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "well, i'm not having fun, jeff. and i think it's time we called a truce, okay? at least for lita's sake, if not our own."

jeff nodded, his smile returning to its usual mischievous curve. "you're right, darling. i'm sorry. i'll try to be nicer from now on. scout's honor."

as you left the bar, you felt a mix of relief and trepidation. jeff's apology seemed sincere, but you knew better than to trust him completely. and as you walked home, alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, that the delicate balance between you and jeff was about to shift in a way you couldn't predict.

a few days later, after a particularly intense match, you and jeff found yourselves in the locker room, packing up your gear. the energy was still high, the adrenaline from the match coursing through your veins. as jeff helped you with your bag, his hands brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity through you.

"you were fucking great out there," jeff said, his voice low and intense. "you've got a real fire in you, a passion that's infectious."

you smiled, feeling a flush of pride. "thanks, jeff. you weren't so bad yourself. i think we can be a lot fucking better with no more fighting. makes a good team you know?”

jeff's eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. "i do, darling. in more ways than one."

as you both finished packing up, jeff's hand remained on the small of your back, a comforting and possessive touch that made you feel safe and desired. and as you left the locker room together, you knew that your friendship had taken a significant step forward, one that would change everything, even with jeff's occasional harshness.

the next day, you and jeff found yourselves at the training facility, pushing your bodies to the limit. the room was filled with the sounds of grunts and clanging weights, the air thick with sweat and determination. as jeff spotted you during a set of squats, his hands firm on your waist, you felt a surge of strength and confidence.

"you're killing it, beautiful," jeff whispered, his breath hot on your ear. "keep pushing. you've got this."

you grunted, feeling the burn in your muscles as you pushed through the last few reps. "i plan to. and don't you forget it."

jeff chuckled, his hands squeezing your hips in encouragement. "i won't, y/n. i’m here to support you, and be a asshole."

you laughed. as you moved on to the next exercise, jeff's presence was both a distraction and a motivation. his eyes followed your every move, his encouragement never wavering. and as you finished the session, sweaty and exhausted, jeff pulled you into a tight hug.

"you did amazing today," he said, his voice filled with pride. "i'm so proud of you, (y/n)."

you leaned into him, feeling content and happy. "thanks, hardy.”

a week later, after a match with lita and jeff, you found yourselves in the locker room, packing up and cleaning up. the energy was still high, the adrenaline from the match coursing through your veins. as jeff announced he was going to shower, lita and matt said their goodnights, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

as you finished packing, you remembered that you had left your hairbrush in the locker room bathrooms. you headed in, the sound of running water and jeff's humming filling the air.

as you got closer, you heard noises that made you pause—a low groan, followed by a louder, more intense sound. curious and a bit concerned, you peeked around the corner and saw jeff, his colorful hair damp and messy, standing under the showerhead, his back to you. his hand was moving vigorously, his groans filling the small space.

you stood there, frozen, watching as jeff pleasured himself, his body tensing with each stroke. the sight of him, so confident and unapologetic, sent a wave of heat through you. you felt a throb between your legs, a desire that you couldn't ignore.

jeff's groans grew louder, more intense, and you found yourself leaning in, wanting to see more. his free hand reached out, bracing himself against the shower wall as he increased his pace. you bit your lip, your own breath hitching as you watched him.

suddenly, jeff turned, his eyes locking onto yours. you gasped, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks, but you didn't look away. jeff's smirk was pure sin, his eyes dark with lust.

"catching you spying on me, darling?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "you know, i've been wanting to do this for a while."

you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. "i... i was just looking for my hairbrush."

jeff chuckled, his hand still moving, slower now, teasing. "oh, i think you were looking for more than that. come here, (y/n). let's see what you're really after."

you hesitated for a moment, but the pull was too strong. you fully unclothed and you stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over you, mingling with the steam that rose from jeff's skin. he pulled you close, his hand reaching up to tangle in your wet hair.

"you're so beautiful when you're flustered," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. "i've been wanting to taste you for so long."

you melted into his kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue explored your mouth. jeff's free hand roamed your body, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple until you gasped into his mouth. you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and you reached down, wrapping your hand around him, feeling him pulse in your grip.

jeff groaned, his head falling back as you stroked him, matching the rhythm of his earlier movements. "fuck, darling, you feel so good," he growled, his hips bucking into your touch.

you smiled, feeling a surge of power and desire. "i want you, jeff. i want you inside me."

jeff's eyes flashed with hunger, and he spun you around, pressing you against the shower wall. his hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and circling it expertly. you moaned, your hips grinding against his hand as he teased and tormented you.

"is this what you want, darling?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"

you nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "yes, jeff. please. i need you."

jeff grinned, his fingers slipping inside you, stretching you, preparing you for him. you cried out, your body clenching around him as he added a third finger, scissoring them, making you writhe with need.

"jeff, please," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire. "i can't wait any longer."

jeff pulled his fingers out, and you whimpered at the loss. but it was short-lived as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock thick and hard, ready to claim you. he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. you moaned, your head falling back against the wall as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours.

"fuck, you're so tight, darling," jeff groaned, his voice strained. "you feel incredible."

you scratched him on the shoulder, urging him to move. jeff complied, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you, hard and deep. you cried out, the sensation overwhelming, bordering on pain, but so fucking good.

jeff set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours as he fucked you relentlessly. the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your moans and jeff's grunts, filled the shower, echoing off the tiles. you could feel your orgasm building, your body coiling tight as jeff hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

"jeff, i'm close," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i'm so close."

jeff's pace faltered, his body tensing as he fought for control. "cum for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "let me feel you come all over my cock."

his words pushed you over the edge, and you screamed as your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through you. jeff groaned, his own release following close behind, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his seed.

you slumped against the wall, your body boneless and sated as jeff leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "fuck, darlin," he panted, a smile playing on his lips. "that was... incredible."

you laughed, a soft, breathless sound. "you can say that again."

jeff chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you into a tight hug. "i have a feeling this is just the beginning, (y/n). i want to explore every inch of you, every position, every fantasy. are you ready for that?"

you met his gaze, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. "i'm ready, jeff. i'm ready for everything."

jeff's smile widened, and he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as he hardened inside you once more. you moaned, your body already responding, ready for round two.

"good," jeff murmured against your lips. "because i plan on keeping you here for a while. i want to fuck you in every position imaginable. on your knees, bent over, against the wall, in the doggy style. i want to taste you, to feel you come on my tongue. i want to mark you, to make you mine in every way possible."

you shivered, your body aching with need as jeff's words painted a vivid picture of the pleasures to come. "yes, jeff," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire.

jeff grinned, his hands roaming your body, teasing and exploring, finding all your most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly. you moaned and writhed, your body on fire with need, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

"let's start with you on your knees, darling," jeff said, his voice low and commanding. "i want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."

you obeyed, sinking to your knees, the tiles hard and unyielding against your skin. jeff stepped closer, his cock thick and hard, ready for your mouth. you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of your throat.

"fuck, yes," jeff groaned, his hands tangling in your hair as he guided your movements. "that's it. take it all. show me how much you want it."

you bobbed your head, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked and licked, your tongue swirling around his shaft. jeff's hips bucked, his groans filling the shower as you brought him to the brink of orgasm.

but just as he was about to come, jeff pulled out, a wicked grin on his face. "not yet, darling. i want to be inside you when i cum. turn around and bend over. it's time for some doggy style."

you turned, presenting your ass to him, your hands braced against the wall as jeff positioned himself behind you. he entered you in one smooth stroke, filling you completely, stretching you, claiming you.

"fuck, you're so pretty, (y/n)," jeff growled, his hips snapping against yours as he fucked you hard and deep.

you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with your own, your body slamming back into his with each movement. the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your moans and jeff's grunts, filled the shower, echoing off the tiles.

jeff reached around, his fingers finding your clit and circling it expertly. you cried out, your body coiling tight as he hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

"jeff, i'm close," you gasped, your nails digging into the wall as you tried to hold on. "i'm so close."

jeff's pace faltered, his body tensing as he fought for control. "not yet, darlin," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "i want to feel you cum all over my cock, but not until i say so. understand?"

you nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "yes, jeff. whatever you want."

jeff smiled, a dark, wicked curve of his lips. "good girl. now, let's try something new."

he pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss. but jeff just grinned, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you, turning you so you faced him, your legs wrapped around his waist. he lowered you onto his cock, impaling you slowly, inch by inch.

you cried out, your head falling back as he filled you completely, stretching you, claiming you. jeff's arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping your breast, the other slipping between your legs to tease your clit.

"ride me, baby," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "show me how much you want this."

you began to move, your hips rolling as you lifted and lowered yourself onto his cock, taking him deep, then almost all the way out before impaling yourself again. jeff groaned, his head falling back as you set a punishing pace, your body slamming down onto his with each thrust.

"fuck, you feel so good, (y/n)," jeff growled, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "your pussy is like a vice, squeezing me so tight."

you moaned, your body coiling tighter with each word, each touch. jeff's fingers circled your clit, teasing and tormenting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"jeff, i can't... i can't hold on," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

jeff's teeth nipped at your shoulder, a sharp sting of pain that sent you soaring. "cum for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "let me feel you cum all over my cock."

you slumped against him, your body boneless and sated as jeff held you tight, his arms wrapped around you like a steel band. "fuck," he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "that was... beautiful."

you both laid exhausted on the wet cold shower tiles and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for the support. you were ready to explore your dark and delicious relationship with the man who had captured your heart and your body, completely and utterly.

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[jeff hardy x reader! fem! +18 ] words : 3.8k

mdni. smut. mentions of sex, mentions of cheating. intoxication. language.

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🏷️ : in early 2000s wwf, y/n is dating shawn michaels, while jeff hardy is dating lita—but jeff secretly wants y/n, leading to jealousy, arguments, and a heated moment between them. matt gets caught in the middle when he discovers them.

"you know, y/n, you're really starting to get on my nerves," jeff said, his voice laced with a hint of irritation as he tightened the laces of his knee-high boots.

you looked up from the chair you were sitting on in the locker room, your own wrestling gear laid out neatly beside you. "what's your problem, jeff?" you asked, a smirk playing on your lips. you had known each other for months now, ever since matt had introduced you to the wwe. the three of you had quickly become inseparable, sharing jokes, training tips, and late-night smoke seshs. but lately, something had changed.

"it's just..." jeff paused, looking for the right words. "you're always with shawn now. it's like i don't even know you anymore." his voice was low, almost a growl. you could see the frustration in his eyes, the tension in his jawline.

matt looked up from his phone, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "what's going on, guys?" he asked, setting the device down on the bench.

"jeff's just being a little... overprotective," you said, rolling your eyes. "because i'm dating shawn, suddenly i don't have time for my friends? even though he clearly is dating lita?"

jeff's eyes narrowed. "overprotective? is that what you call it? don’t you bring up lita. "

matt held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "hey, i'm just saying, maybe you guys need to talk."

"talk?" jeff scoffed. "i've talked to her plenty. she just doesn't listen."

you stood up, your eyes flashing. " listen, jeff. maybe you just don't like what i have to say."

"like what?" he challenged. "that you're throwing your career away for some fling with shawn michaels?"

you stepped closer to him, your heart racing. "it's not a fling, and you don't know shit about it," you snapped.

"i know enough," jeff said, his voice rising. "i know he's using you for publicity, and you're letting him."

"you're just jealous," you shot back. "because i'm not with you."

jeff's eyes widened for a moment before he turned away, grabbing his bag. "fine," he said, his voice cold. "do whatever you want."

the silence that followed was thick with unspoken words, the echo of your accusations hanging in the air. you watched as jeff stormed out of the locker room, the door slamming behind him.

matt sighed heavily. "you two really need to sort this out," he said, shaking his head. "before it ruins everything."

you didn't respond. instead, you sat back down and focused on lacing up your own boots, your thoughts racing. jeff had always been flirty with you, but you had never taken it seriously. not until now. the way he had looked at you, the way he had talked about shawn... it was as if he was claiming some sort of right to you that you hadn't even known existed.

you took a deep breath and stood up, your decision made. you had to talk to jeff, to find out what was really going on between you. because whether he liked it or not, you weren't going anywhere.

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you find jeff in the gym, the smell of sweat and leather thick in the air. the lights are dim, and the only sounds are the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional echo of a dropped weight from another part of the complex. he's wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a black t-shirt that clings to his damp, muscular torso, his hair sticking up in every direction from the shower. you approach him, feeling a mix of anger and... something else. something you're not quite ready to admit to yourself.

"what's your deal, jeff?" you demand, your voice echoing off the high ceiling. "why do you care so much?"

jeff turns to face you, his eyes dark and intense. "because i fucking care about you, darling," he says, his voice a low rumble. "and i don't like seeing you throw yourself away for some washed-up has-been like shawn."

you roll your eyes, but the way he says 'darling' sends a shiver down your spine. it's not a term of endearment you've heard from him before. "you don't get to tell me what to do," you reply, your voice firm. "and i can handle myself just fine."

"can you?" jeff asks, taking a step closer. "you're so caught up in this whole wwe thing, you're forgetting what's important." he reaches out and traces the line of your jaw with his thumb, his touch gentle despite the anger in his voice. "you're letting it consume you, y/n."

you push his hand away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "don't tell me what i'm doing," you snap. "you're the one who's always been about the party, the matches, the spotlight. what gives you the right to judge me?"

the tension between you is palpable, the air crackling with it. jeff's eyes darken, and he takes a step closer, his chest almost touching yours. "you're right," he says, his voice low. "i don't have the right to tell you what to do. but i have the right to show you what you're missing."

and with that, he crushes his mouth to yours, his kiss desperate and possessive. you're taken aback for a moment, but then you're kissing him back, your body responding to the fire in his touch. the world fades away as your hands tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer, his tongue dancing with yours.

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you're not sure how it happened, but suddenly you're against the ropes, jeff's hands roaming over your body, pulling at your clothes. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, calling you 'sexy' and 'beautiful' in between kisses that leave you breathless. you're torn between pushing him away and begging for more. you know this isn't right, not with matt just a few feet away, not with your heart still tangled in your relationship with shawn. but something about jeff's touch, the way he says your name, makes it impossible to resist.

"you're mine, darling," jeff murmurs against your skin as he strips away your top. "always have been, always will be."

your protests die in your throat as he kisses along your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin. you moan, the sound lost in the fabric of the ropes. you should stop him, but you can't. the desire is too strong, the connection too intense.

he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, the rough fabric of the ropes pressing into your back. you can feel his need for you, and it's intoxicating. you kiss him harder, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he works on your pants, pulling them down and leaving you exposed to the cool gym air.

the music playing in the background seems to get louder, the bass thumping in time with your racing heart. jeff's eyes are wild, his breathing ragged, as he enters you with a ferocity that makes you gasp. you cling to him, the ropes biting into your skin, as he moves inside you, his every thrust punctuated by a grunt of pleasure.

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you're lost in the moment, the pain from the ropes mixing with the pleasure jeff's giving you. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his hands gripping you tightly, leaving bruises that you know will be hidden by your ring gear tomorrow. the sound of your bodies slapping together fills the quiet gym, the only other sound being the occasional clank of metal from the ropes. you're torn between guilt and passion, but you can't deny the fire burning inside you.

"that's it, darling," jeff growls, his voice a mix of pleasure and possession. "take it all."

your eyes are squeezed shut, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you try to keep from screaming out his name. you know you shouldn't be doing this, but you can't find the strength to stop. the intensity of his touch, the way he claims you so fiercely, it's like nothing you've ever felt before.

suddenly, the gym door slams open, and the music cuts out. you freeze, jeff's movements inside you stuttering to a halt. the sound of footsteps grows closer, and your heart drops to the floor.

"what the fuck?"

you open your eyes to see matt standing there, his eyes wide with shock. he's holding a forgotten water bottle in his hand, his mouth hanging open. the expression on his face is a mirror of how you feel inside: betrayed and lost.

jeff turns his head, his eyes meeting yours. for a split second, you see the fear in them before he sets his jaw and pulls away, setting you down gently. you quickly pull up your pants, your face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

---

"matt, it's not what it looks like," jeff starts, but you cut him off.

"don't," you say, your voice shaking. "don't you dare lie to him."

matt's eyes dart between the two of you, his gaze finally landing on you. "is everything okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

"no," you reply, your voice firm. "it's not okay. but it's not your business."

jeff's hand reaches for yours, but you pull away. "we need to talk, y/n," he says, his voice low and urgent.

you shake your head, avoiding his gaze. "there's nothing to talk about," you reply, your voice cold. "we made a mistake. that's all."

matt's eyes are on the floor now, his shoulders slumped. "i'll... i'll go," he says, turning to leave.

jeff grabs his arm, desperation in his eyes. "matt, wait."

but you're already out the door, the cool night air hitting you like a slap in the face. you need space, you need to think. you can't believe what just happened. you've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.

---

you head to your car, fumbling with the keys. your hands are shaking, your mind racing with a million thoughts. you don't know what's going to happen now. you don't know if you can ever look matt in the eye again, or if jeff will even speak to you. the weight of what you've done is heavy on your shoulders.

as you're about to get in, jeff's hand is on your arm, spinning you around to face him. his eyes are filled with regret, but also something else. something that makes your stomach flip-flop.

"don't go," he says, his voice hoarse. "please."

you look into his eyes, searching for answers, for some sign of what's happening here. but all you find is confusion and lust.

"what do you want from me, jeff?" you ask, your voice breaking. "we can't do this. not like this."

he takes a deep breath, his chest heaving. "i want you, y/n. i've always wanted you."

the confession hits you like a ton of bricks. you stare at him, your heart racing. "what about lita?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

jeff's eyes flash with anger. "this isn't about her," he says. "this is about us."

---

you stand there, frozen in the parking lot, staring at jeff. his confession hangs in the air like a cloud of smoke from a just-extinguished flame. the night is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional cricket. the neon lights from the gym cast a garish glow over the scene, highlighting the anguish in matt's eyes as he stands in the doorway.

"jeff, i... i can't," you whisper, the words sticking in your throat. you're torn between the man you've just shared a passionate moment with and the friend who's been by your side since day one. the weight of the situation presses down on you like a heavy blanket, suffocating any happiness you might have felt.

jeff's grip on your arm tightens. "we can make it work," he insists, his eyes pleading. "i'll tell her, i'll tell everyone."

"tell who what?" matt's voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a knife. he's stepped closer, his gaze boring into jeff. "what's going on here?"

jeff turns to face matt, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "it's none of your business, matt," he snaps. "this is between me and y/n."

"is that right?" matt asks, looking at you. his voice is calm, but the hurt is evident. "is it?"

you look from one to the other, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a wave. you've hurt the one person you never wanted to. the guilt is overwhelming. "matt," you start, but the words catch in your throat.

matt shakes his head, holding up a hand to stop you. "save it," he says, his voice cold. "you two can have your fun, but don't expect me to not to say you screwed lita and shawn." he turns and walks back into the gym, the door slamming shut behind him.

---

the silence is deafening as you watch matt disappear into the building. you can't believe what's happened. you've ruined your friendship, all because of one heated moment of passion. you feel like you're going to be sick.

"jeff, i'm sorry," you murmur, the words barely audible. "i didn't mean for this to happen."

he takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "but it did, darling," he says, his voice softer now. "and we can't ignore it."

you shake your head, the tears threatening to spill over. "no, jeff. we can't do this." you pull away from him, the coldness of the metal door against your back a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. "i need to go home."

jeff's face falls, the realization setting in. "fine," he says, his voice tight. "but this isn't over."

---

you drive home with the windows down, the wind whipping through your hair, trying to clear your head. your thoughts are a jumbled mess. you're confused, hurt, and more than a little scared of what the future holds. what will happen when the news spreads? what will the locker room think? what will become of your friendship with matt?

you pull into your driveway and sit there, the engine idling. you can't bring yourself to go inside, to face the emptiness of your house. you need to talk to someone, but who? you can't tell anyone in the wwe. they'd eat this up and spit it out as gossip faster than you can say 'tlc'.

---

your phone buzzes in your pocket. you pull it out, expecting a text from jeff begging for another chance. but it's from shawn, checking in to see how your day went. you stare at the screen, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. how can you tell him what happened? how can you explain that you've betrayed him in the worst possible way?

with trembling hands, you type out a simple 'i'm fine' and hit send. it's a lie, a band-aid over a gushing wound. you know you need to talk to him, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not yet. you need to figure out what you're going to do first.

as you sit there, lost in thought, you hear a knock at the door. your heart leaps into your throat, and you know who it is before you even look. jeff. you consider ignoring it, but you know he'll just keep knocking. you take a deep breath and open the door.

jeff is standing there, soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and water droplets running down his face. his eyes are filled with something you can't quite read - a mix of desperation and hope. "can i come in?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, stepping aside. "you're going to catch a cold," you murmur, grabbing a towel from the hallway closet. you hand it to him, watching as he dries his face and hair. he's shivering slightly, and you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving him outside in the rain.

"i had to see you," he says, his teeth chattering. "i couldn't just let it end like that."

you sigh, leaning against the wall. "what do you want, jeff?"

he takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "i want to tell you something."

---

jeff's words come out in a rush, as if he's been holding them in for a lifetime. he confesses his love for you, the way he's felt since the first time he saw you, the way he's watched you from the shadows, waiting for his moment. you're torn between shock and something deeper, something that scares you. because as much as you want to deny it, you know you feel the same way.

you look down at your hands, twisting the towel in your fingers. "jeff, i... i don't know what to say."

he steps closer, placing a hand on your arm. "say you feel it too," he whispers.

you take a deep breath, looking up at him. the rain has brought out the green in his eyes, making them shine like emeralds. "i do," you admit, the words barely making it past the lump in your throat. "but we can't do this. not now."

---

he nods, understanding in his eyes. "i know," he says, his voice heavy with regret. "but we can't keep pretending, y/n. we have to tell them."

the reality of what he's saying hits you like a ton of bricks. you've never been one to cheat, to hurt someone you care about. but here you are, standing in the middle of your living room with jeff hardy, confessing your love for each other while your boyfriend and his girlfriend are none the wiser.

"what are we going to do?" you ask, your voice shaking.

jeff pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "we're going to end it," he says, his voice firm. "with lita and shawn. we're going to tell them the truth and deal with the consequences."

---

you lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into your bones. you know he's right, but the thought of losing both of them, of facing the wrath of the wwe, is terrifying. but you can't ignore the way your heart beats faster when he's near, the way his touch sets you on fire.

"okay," you murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. "we'll tell them."

jeff pulls back, looking into your eyes. "i promise you, it'll be worth it," he says, his voice full of conviction. "we'll be together, no more hiding."

you nod, taking a deep breath. "let's do it," you say, your voice stronger now. jeff gives you a reassuring smile before leaning in, kissing you passionately while a tear drop runs down your cheek. you tug at his dyed hair and bring him even closer to wrap your arms around his neck. you both back away after your lips feels numb and sit in silence together ; wondering how tomorrows events will unfold.

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