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SWEETHEART: THE FINAL CHAPTER

POSTED ON AO3 chapter one is here

Synopsis: Shawn Michaels is a legend. A Hall of Famer. A respected veteran in the wrestling industry. He’s also one breath away from a full-blown breakdown. Because somehow, despite his best efforts, he’s found himself entangled with the worst possible problem: you. You, the young, smug, utterly relentless female wrestler who has made it your personal mission to ruin his peace. Shawn knows this is a bad idea. And yet— He can’t stop.

Ships: Shawn Michaels / Bratty!Reader, Stephenie McMahon/ Triple H

Content Warnings: piv sex, oral sex, emotional shit. the final chapter

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You didn't say it was okay because for now, it was not okay. But your fingers still stayed curled around his and in that quiet moment between the two of you, something had shifted within both of you that was hard to explain.

Shawn exhaled slowly, like a breath had been trapped in his chest for days. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, feather light. Testing. Not pushing but just remaining there steady. You didn't pull away. Even after everything, you coudln't bring it to yourself to pull away anymore, not after everything you had experienced with Shawn. Your head tipped forward, hair falling into your face, and for the first time since walking through that door, the weight of everything showed on your face; the ache behind your eyes, the exhaustion and the way your heart still continued to pull towards him even after everything he has done.

"I missed you,"

Your whisper was small, vulnerable and the truth. It made Shawn's voice crack low.

"I missed you every second,"

Something in you split right open in that moment and before you could second guess what you were doing, your hand realised his and slid up the front of his hoodie. The fabric bunched beneath your grip. You looked up at him, breathing shallow. He looked at you in a similar way, a man who was on the edge of something he couldn't step back from even if he tried.

Neither of you moved for a moment. Just the feeling of his breath on your cheek was enough for you at the minute. Then, he leaned in close, slow enough to give you a chance to move away if you wanted to stop him.

The thing was...you didn't. Not right now. Not ever.

Your lips met, soft and tentative at first but the second you felt the warmth of his mouth against yours, the feeling of his rough hand against your cheek, everythign broke open. The kiss deepened, your grip tightening as he pulled you closer, fingers trembling as he touched your face as if you would disappear.

It wasn't desperate. It wasn't even rushed. This was need. Slow and deep, days, weeks of unsaid words pouring into the kiss. When you finally broke for breath, your forehead rested against his, both of your panting softly.

"You sure?" he whispered, voice horase.

"You nodded once. Firm. "I'm sure,"

That was all he needed. He didn't rush. Even after everything and the ache of these past few days, Shawn still touched you like he didn't want to break you. His palm slid across your cheek, fingers tracing down the side of your neck, along your collarbone. Slow. Reverent. Like he was relearning you. Rediscovering something precious that he had once thought he'd lost. You shivered beneath his touch, breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of your throat.

His hand moved. Slipping under your hoodie. The warmth of his palm against your bare waist made you gasp softly, your stimach fluttering under the sudden heat of it.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, "Even when you hate me,"

You huffed out a breath, "I could never hate you,"

He moved, slowly and deliberately guiding you onto his lap, straddling. Those words hit harder than he was ready for as you settled onto him with a soft sigh, thighs at either side of his hips, your hands still tangled in his hoodie. Now, you were chest to chest.

"Tell me to stop," Shawn tipped his head up to look at you, nose brushing against yours, "Tell me to stop and I will,"

You didn't answer. You couldn't because if he stopped now, you were afraid you would stop breathing so instead you leaned forward and kissed him again, deeper this time and with a hunger that made both you and him tremble with need. It was an answer in itself and it was enough for both of you. He groaned against your mouth softly, hands sliding up under your hoodie, palms spanning the curve of your back and pulling you up and flush against him. His tongue flickered against your lower lip, teasing and coaxing, and when you opened upm the kiss turned firey, slow and sinfully deep.

Your hips shifted without much of a thought, rolling gently over the hardness that was underneath you. The low ragged sound that tore from his throat made your head spin.

"God..."

He broke the kiss just long enough to drag his lips down your neck, across your jaw, leaving a trail of open mouth kissed that left you gasping for air.

Your fingersthreaded into his hair, tugging softly when he found that stop just below your ear that made your body thrum with need.

"Missed this..." He groaned, voice rough against your skin, "Missed you,"

One hand drifted up the front of your chest, under your hoodie, and he cupped your breast through the thin fabric of the tank top underneath, circling your nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch.

You couldn't help the way you rolled into his body, and the way you felt him smile...no, smirk against the skin of your neck whle his hand teased you, alternating between soft coaxing circles and then firmer pressure.

"That's it..." he murmered before removing his hand, then reaching for the zipper of your hoodie to slowly take it down, as if he was unravelling and exciting gift, "Wanna see you..."

You swallowed hard and lifted youre arms just enough to help him, heart thudding in your chest. He slid the zipper down with agonziing slowness, eyes never leaving yourself, like he needed to be sure with every inch that this was still what you wanted in this current moment. When your hoodie slipped off, he drew back a little, gaze sweaping over you in the dim light. A flush appeared on your cheeks, the way he looked at you...

It was like he saw you...no, really saw you for the first time that evening.

"God..." he breathed, "You're gorgeous baby..."

The raw honesty in his voice made your throat tighten. You wanted to say something back...how much you loved him, how much he meant to you... how much you missed the way he touched you but before words could come, his hands were on you again. Rough palms slid up your sides, under the thin tank top, fingers splaying wide across your ribs, feeling, memorizing. He leaned in, mouth trailing hot open kisses on your collarbone, stubble scraped your skin just enough to make your breath hitch, a tremble running through you.

He lifted it off slowly, peeling it over your head, leaving you bare from the waist up, nipples already tight from the cool air, and his teasing touch. Shawn's breath caught, hands framing your ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. His gaze was heavy and completely in awe, not quite believing you were here and ready to be with him again.

"Fuck baby..." he whispered, voice breaking on the word, "You're perfect,"

He leaned in again, this time mouth finding your breast, the same one he had been teasing and wrapped his lips around your nipple, hot and wet and slow. The second his tongue flickered over you, head tipped back with a soft groan. You started gently rocking your hips, slowly grinding them on his hardening cock and it was pure torture, both of you shaking, breathless, craving more.

His free hand skimmed again, teasing the waist band of your joggers,

"Wanna touch you sweetheart..."

You swallowed and nodded, "Please..."

That was all it took. Shawn's hand slid slowly under the band with his fingers curving over your hips, thumb hooking the waistband. His eyes flickered to meet yours again, still checking and always giving you a chance to say no.

But there was no chance you would do that. Not right now.

You lifted your hips slightly, helping him as he eased the soft fabric down and over your thighs, leaving you in nothing but your panties, already damp from how wet you were. His hand slid along your thighs, fingers kneading as they travelled upward, slow, deliberate. Almost like he was making up for lost time. You gasped a little when one large hand cupped the curve of your ass, the other trailing higher, teasing along the edge of your panties, thumb slipping under to stroke the soft skin underneath. Just then you felt his touch pressing against the damp heat of your panties.

"Fuck..." He breathed, "You're fucking soaked for me, baby..."

You whimpered, hips rocking against him, needing more than his teasing tocuh was giving you. He slid the panties down your tighs in one fluid motion, baring you completely to him. His eyes were looking at your with pure, unfiltered hunger - but still soft. Still full of that tenderness only you got to see.

"So goddamn beautiful..."

One hand trailed along, fingers ghosting your slick folds with a teasing slowness, gentle. Just enough to make you whimper and arch against him. He watched you for every reaction, every twitch and gasp.

His fingers began circling your clit in slow teasing movements.

"Missed making you feel good..."

Your breath was coming on faster now, your body trembling in his lap as he stroked you, slow, steady, not rushing, not claiming, just giving everything he could to you without recklessness. Your hands tightened on his hoodie as another moan went past your lips. You needed him. By god you needed him.

Shawn leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear, low and wrecked, "You're shaking already and I've barely touched you..."

You whimpered, unable to speak and just nodded to which he smiled.

"I want to taste you..." he rasped, thumb brushing your clit with a bit more pressure than before, "Let me...please,"

That word. Please. Like he was desperate. Like he would combust if you denied him any longer...it undid you completely how much he needed you.

You were barely able to get the word out but you did when you nodded, "Yes...yes please,"

Shawn goraned low and desperate as he began easing you off of his lap with gentle yet firm hands, guiding you back onto the bed, laying you down against the pillows. The look in his eyes as he knelt between your thighs made your heart ache, he was looking at you like a sacred being. Like he didn't deserve it but he couldn't deny himself anymore. He trailed kisses down your stomach, slow and reverant as his hands coaxed your thighs apart.

"You're perfect..." he murmered, voice filled with head and wonder, "Every fucking inch of you, baby,"

You gasped when his mouth finally brushed the inside of your thigh, soft, wet kisses slow and lingering, moving higher with agonzing speed. Your fingers tandfle in the sheets, breath catching with every inch of land he covered, When his lips finally found your head, his groan vibrated through you.

"So fucking sweet..."

His mouth was on you. Tongue stroking you slowly, teasingly savouring every taste and every sound that you made underneath him. One of his hands slid up, lacing his fingers with yours, grounding you as his tongue worked deeper, circling your clit, dipping lower, worshiping you with every single moment. You couldn't stop the sounds that were leaving your mouth, soft breathless moans as your thighs trembled around his shoulders from the treatment you were recieving. His hand, grounding you, keeping you from floating too far away as his tongue stroked and circled with maddening patience.

"Shawn..."

That only seemed to fuel him more as his grip tightened and his mouth moved with even more purpose. He licked you slowly but deeply, like he had all the time in the world. Like nothing mattered but this. But you.

His tongue flattened against your clit, dragging it in long slow strokes that made you arch up from the bed, crying his name out.

"That's it..." he rasped, voice rough against your skin, "That's my girl..."

He sucked sloftly at your clit, tongue flickering in a way that he knew would make your body crave him more, as if he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. Your free hand grabbed onto him, tangling in it, hips rocking under his touch. You were getting so close now as the pressure coiled in your belly like a viper with every passing of his mouth.

"Shawn..." you whined, unable to think, "I...I can't...please,"

"Yes you can," he whispered, pulling back for a second, just to look up at you, lips slick and gazing at you like a man eating his final meal, "Let go for me...let me feel you come for me,"

And then he was back on you. Relentless now, tongue and lips working you with a slow, devastating rhythm, pusing you higher and higher until....you shatter. Your whole body arched off the bed, a cry breaking from your throat as the orgasm crashed through you, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through your trembling form. Shawn groaned against you, holding you through it, mouth never leaving you, drawing it out until you were left gasping, spent and tremblign beneath him. Only then did he east up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss agasinst your thigh as you tried to catch your breath.

You barely had the strength to open your eyes when you felt him crawl up the bed, mouth brushing your ear.

"Could listen to you fall apart all night," he whispered voice rough with love and heat, "I could live between your legs all night..."

As good as that sounded, you felt him still so hard and straining against his sweats, every inch of him shaking with restrain.

Your fingers slid up to tug at his waistband, "I need you...now"

He groaned low, forehead dropping to yours, "Fuck...you sure?"

You met his gaze without hesitation, eyes wide and body aching for him, every inch of you still trembling from what, "Please... I need you inside of me,"

That was all it took. A guttural sound tore form his throat, need, reverence and relief all wrapped into one as his hands moved quickly now, showing his sweats and boxers down, not bothering to take them off but enough to free himself. You felt him, hot, thick and heavy pressing against your thigh. Your hips rolled instinctively to feel him where you needed him the most. He reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, teasing just barely, his forehead resting against yours, both of you desperate for it.

"Gonna take it slow.."

You could only whimper in response as your legs fell open for him, hands sliding up his back, under his shirt which he shortly took off, leaving him bare on top. Your hand traced his abs as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Then, with a slow deliberate push, he sank into you. The stretch stole your breath away in a way that it hadn't before. He filled you inch by inch. Thick, hot and perfect. Like he was always meant to be there, like you were made to be his person.

"Fuck...baby..." he groaned, voice breaking as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, "So tight...so fucking perfect,"

You could barely think. You could barely breathe.

He stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust to him as he placed his forehead against yours again.

"I missed this..." he whispered hoarsely, "I missed being inside of you... missed you,"

Your heart cracked open again, emotions rising thick and fast. You felt too much and way to deep. Shawn Michaels. The man you swore you were going to marry one day was holding you and telling you... that you were perfect. You answered in the only way you could manage. You pulled him down into a kiss. Hungry, needy and full of everything that you couldn't say but wanted to desperately.

That was enough.

He began to move, slow at first but with deep rolling thrusts that made you moan into his mouth with your body arching up to meet him. His hand reached to cup your face now, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if to hold you there, to keep you with him.

"You feel so good baby," he whispered against your lips, "I could stay buried in you forever..."

Every thrust drove deeper, slow and deliverate, filling you up completely, building that heat again inside of you, spiralling higher and higher with every move of his hips. Your nails scraped down his back, your cries growing louder as pleasure surgeed through you again, body already tightening.

"Shawn...please...don't stop..."

"Never," he groaned, voice low and ruined by how good you feel, "Not letting you go...not this time,"

His hips moved deeper now, finding that perfect rhythm, slow but strong with each trust dragging another moan from your lips, another pulse of heat that built higher with every roll of his body against yours. You clung to him, nails raking gently down his back, thighs tighening around his hips, pulling him in even closer.

"Fuck... baby..." he rasped, breath hot against your mouth, "You're squeezing me so tight...you feel so good,"

The way he looked at you, open, raw and completely undone... it had your heart aching in the best way possible. You wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, your lips brushing against his ear as you whimpered.

"You're gonna make me come...again,"

His breath stuttered, grinding deeper and harder, enough to drive you towards putting you over the edge.

"Come for me baby..." he whispered, voice breaking, "Let me have all of you..."

It was a cue for the pressure inside of you to snap completely. The coil of head winding tigher and tighter until it finally broke, wave after wave crashing through you. Your body arched up beneath him, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as you shattered completely in his arms. Shawn groaned deep as he sounded like he was losing control from your body pulsing around him, pulling him under with you.

"Baby...I'm..." he gasped, driving in one more time, hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep and came hard, spiling inside of you with a ragged moan, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. He held you tight through it, breathless with his heart pounding against his chest.

For the longest of moments, neither of you moved. The only sounds in the room were your mingled breaths, the faint hum of the air conditioning and the thudding of your hearts that hadn't found their rhythm again.

When he finally found the strength to speak, his voice was soft and filled with emotion.

"...I love you,"

The words hung in the air. Raw, trembling and with no defence or pretense. Finally, the truth. You blinked, unaware of the tears that were forming in your eyes, feeling too much at once and reached a hand to touch his face, fearful he would disappear or this was all one big dream.

"I love you too..."

He smiled then. He looked tired but there was something soft and unspoken in his eyes, and gently he began to ease out of you, shifting to pull you insto his arms. He gathered you close, wrapping you up in his embrace, one hand stroking your hair as you curled against his chest. Shawn's hand stroked slowly through your hair, fingers combing gently and steady, grounding you and calming you. Nether of you spoke for a while. There were no more words that could be spoken. Just the warmth of his skin against yours.

But eventually, his words came out. Rough and low.

"I...thought I lost you for good," he whispered.

You shifted slightly to look up at him through heavy lashes, "You almost did," you whispered, deciding he deserved honesty and openness, "But you didn't,"

His jaw tensed faintly, like the guilt was strating to threaten that post-orgasmic glow. You reached up, fingers tracing the edge of his beard, soft and slow, "You're here now... that's what matters.

He leaned into your touch, like he needed your touch more than anything right now.

"I don't deserve you," he mumbled.

You smiled faintly, tired but sincere, "That's not your choice to make,"

A soft breathless laugh escaped him and that made your cheeks feel warm.

"I'm gonna do better," he promised quietly," "I swear baby... I'm going to give you everything..."

Your heart swelled. You could tell that he was trying to make an effort so you kissed his chest softly.

"I know..." you whispered, "We'll figure it out together..."

His arms tightened around you, protective and warm.

“You need sleep,” he murmured, stroking your back now in soothing, slow circles. “You’ve worn yourself out.”

You huffed softly. “You wore me out.”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that made you smile.

“Guilty,” he said softly. “And proud.”

You laughed quietly against him, the sound soft and real.

Shawn pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice low, thick with emotion. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And with his warmth wrapped around you, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, your body finally relaxed, the exhaustion pulling you under, safe in his arms at last.

For the first time in days… you slept.

EPILOGUE/BONUS SCENE

One Week Later.

You were back in the gym.

Not like you had been before. Lighter. The weight in your chest had eased, the ice around you thawed. You still had things to work through with Shawn but you were working through them. Together.

Shawn Michaels hadn't let you go since.

Not, across the gym, you caught his eyes, where he was pretending to review training notes, though you knew by now when he was sneaking glances at you.

He gave you the smallest smile. Quiet, but real.

And this time, you smiled back.

Across the room, Rhea Ripley nudged Seth Rollins in the ribs.

“See that?” she whispered, smirking. “I told you.”

Seth, sprawled on the bench beside her with his arms crossed, shot her a look. “Yeah, yeah. You were right. Congratulations, you meddling maniac.”

Rhea grinned. “Meddling genius.”

“You nearly got me murdered by Michaels,” he muttered. “Or divorced. Or both.”

“Relax,” Rhea said breezily, stretching her arms over her head. “Worked out, didn’t it?”

Seth shook his head with a sigh. “Still can’t believe he actually texted her. Thought for sure we’d have to drag him by the ears.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t hear what I said to him,” Rhea replied, smirk deepening. “Had a little chat with him that afternoon. Put some things in perspective.”

Seth’s brow shot up. “You didn’t threaten him, did you?”

She shrugged innocently. “Define threat.”

“Rhea…”

“I motivated him,” she said sweetly. “With strong, pointed truths. And maybe a few colorful metaphors. You’re welcome.”

Seth groaned, covering his face with one hand. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Rhea just laughed, watching you and Shawn with sharp, satisfied eyes.

“Not today,” she said softly. “Today’s a good day.”

And for once,for the first time in a long time, it really was.

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