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90s-shawn · 8 months ago

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😍🥵

PENT UP.

SHAWN MICHAELS X FEM!READER

(idiots w sexual tension, smut, cussing, fingering, p in v, squirting)

You hadn't even fully sat down before you heard a knock on your door, you sigh, rolling your eyes before getting up to unlock the door. you didn't even get to see who it was, as you were pushed back against the opposite wall, the door slamming loud behind you.

Strong arms had pinned against the wall as a tall figure towered you, irritated, you look up only to see Shawn looking down at you, and you could've sworn he was burning holes into your eyes. One of his hands caged both of yours above your head, while the other held onto your waist pulling you close to him. You can smell the strong cologne that he used, it was slowly intoxicating you, he could see it in your eyes.

He didn't even say a word, he immediately kissed you. Something in the back of your head told you to kiss him back, so you did, and god did it feel good. you really didn't want to enjoy this, you really didn't. but the way he was holding you close to him, the way his lips were moving against yours, everything for some reason felt right.

He pulled away from you, and even though you were both professional wrestlers, you were both out of breath, "fuck me yourself coward? i'll show you" he grunts.

This was about another one of the petty arguments you two had. Something about Vince putting you both on commentary, or something about you making fun of his flamboyant gear and wrestling style. Wait, no it’s about him telling you to ‘go fuck yourself’, and you telling him ‘fuck me yourself, coward.’

Now, this, you two getting your anger out by making out, was new.

This enemies-who-don't-really-hate-each-other-with-benefits thing was eventually going to blow up in your faces. Today might be the day.

A slight smirk found its way to your face. You never really understood why Shawn had this effect on you, and why specifically him. He'd have you rolling your eyes every time he'd not so discreetly check you out, but blushing the second he'd walk away. Giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he'd drop a flirty comment, but you'd dry your hardest to look annoyed.

His lips meet yours again, your hands are lost in his soft, golden hair. Your lips push and pull against each other as his tongue dances with yours. “Jump” he mumbled against your lips and you immediately did as you’re told. You wrap your legs around his torso as he holds your outer thighs and his lips make their way to your neck, licking and biting, placing as many love bites as he can. Leaving you breathless. “Shawn, please do something” you moan, “oh, i will” he mutters against your neck.

Pulling you away from the wall, he gently places you on the sofa facing the door before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. You can feel him ever so slightly grind against you, so you grind back onto him earning a light groan from him. He slides your shirt off of you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until he reaches the hem of your pants, his eyes meet yours for a second, you nod at him letting him know that you wanted this.

It was an open secret. Everyone knew you two had something going on, but no one knew what exactly it was. Did you like each other? Did you hate each other? Were you hooking up? Whatever it was, your chemistry was through the roof, and the sexual tension was nowhere near thin.

He pulls down your pants, removing them from your legs revealing your pretty lace panties, that were now unbearably sticky with your wetness. Shawn’s big hands move up from your legs to your hips, gently, he tugs off your underwear, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls your legs apart before getting on his knees in front of you, you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what he’s about to do and the second they’re completely shut, you feel his warm tongue against your slit.

His tongue moves smoothly against your delicate flesh, teasing your clit with little nibs every now and then. “Y-you did-dn’t lock the door” you stutter, “we’ll g-get caught”, he just chuckles. “That’s the fun part,” he says.

One of his hands keeps your legs open as the other teases your slit, he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside you, causing you to whine loudly, “you’re being pretty loud for someone who doesn’t wanna get caught” he smirks, and as much as you wanted to say something back, you couldn’t.

His fingers were working magic inside you, curling inside you and stretching you out, he pushed another finger inside you. Your brain went blank, and your body was heating up quickly, he dove back in between your legs, the pressure on your clit from his tongue was too much, you can feel your orgasm building up fast, it was almost embarrassing.

“S-shawn” you whimpered, you grabbed as fistful of his hair making him groan into your pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “shawn, p-please, oh fuck, fuck” you cried. Your back arched and your vision became hazy, “cum for me” he mumbles against you, your body processed before your mind did, and you were cumming on his face. A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt him pull away from you, “so sweet for me, pretty girl” he says.

you look at him, eyes lustful, his lips and chin glistened with your juices, his hair was messy and you can see his boner through his tight pants.

“W-want you inside” you huff, his lips curl into his classic shit-eating grin, “think you can handle me, doll?” you roll your eyes, fixing your position on the sofa, “do you want to find out, or are you just gonna stand there?” you groan.

His hands messily undo his pants, as he shimmies out of them, you can properly see the tent that had formed in his pants, pre-cum staining his grey boxers. The sight was enough to have you drooling, “think you deserve it?” Shawn said maintaining eye contact with you, you quickly nod your head, needing him more than ever. “Think you can handle me darlin’?” his texan accent twangs, he holds your face in one of his hands, the other patting your hair.

“Yes, sir” you reply. He smirks before kissing you. A deep, needy kiss. So passionate you can feel him pouring his soul into it, pulling away from you, you both attempt to catch your swiftly stolen breath, you take some time to admire how genuinely beautiful Shawn was. From his sharp, defined jawline to the curve of his pink lips. His high cheekbones to his gorgeous greenish, blue eyes. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he caught you deep in thought, “what are you thinkin’ about, pretty?”

If only you were mine.

“you.” You truthfully answer.

“Being cute ain’t gonna get you anywhere. You’ll get it good for being a smartass, baby. You’re mine and only mine from now on.” he says, finally pulling off his boxers as they had gotten uncomfortably tight around him.

Only his, you were all his now.

His cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen, his tip was a bright, angry pinkish-red. He was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average. Way bigger, and for a split second you questioned whether or not he’ll fit.

“Like what you see, huh?” he teased as he caught you borderline drooling. You just nod.

He moved on top of you, your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, but he pushed them away, pinning them above your head, his other hand aligned his cock with your soaking cunt.

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed himself inside you, you bit down on your lips trying to drown down your moans. “S-shawn” you cried.

“I know, baby, I know” he moans, bottoming out, mumbling against your neck something about how you feel better than he’d dreamed of. He slowly began rocking against you, moving so well inside you tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, he moved up, his hand gripping onto your hip as the other kept your hands away.

His thrusts began slow and deep, your back arched, mouth falling open as you struggled to let out anything that wasn’t his name, you clenched tightly around him. “Relax for me, baby.” he groaned, his hand moved up from your hips to your waist, upwards towards your breasts, then towards your neck where he had left several marks, a little gift to remind you who you belong to.

He wraps his fingers around your neck, just tight enough so that you’re mind numbingly marinated in pleasure. THe look of pure bliss on your face damn near sent him over the edge on the spot, his hips stuttering as he speeds up a little, and he thrusts into you so deep you swear you can feel him near your lungs.

And as he picked up a pace, he began loudly moaning in your ear, shamelessly. You felt better than any drug and he was going to make sure you knew. He breathed in deeply, grunting and whimpering in your ear. His lips would kiss and nip at your neck, “you feel so fucking good.” he moaned, his voice travelling straight to your already sensitive clit. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of you at night, how many times I’ve touched myself thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.” he moans.

It was too much to handle, the thought of him touching himself because you riled him up that bad. So bad, you’ve shown up in his dreams. It was too fucking much for you.

“Gonna cum, Shawn, I-I, ‘m cumming!” you gasp. “do it, cum all over me sweetheart” he encourages. your body goes limp as your orgasm pushes through you. He stays still for a second, just wanting to feel how he made you cum, moaning loudly as your pussy grips on him. Yet he doesn’t cease his movements.

You couldn’t tell if he’s chasing his own high, or if he’s trying to overstimulate you. You let out a loud shudder as his hand finally lets go of yours before latching itself onto your clit, massaging and rubbing it harshly.

You could feel another orgasm building up, you couldn’t handle it. “Sha-shawn, i c-can’t, too sensitive” you whimper. “Hold on for me doll, a-almost th-there” he moans. You tried, you were trying so hard. “Be a good girl, baby.” he moans.

Fuck, you really tried, you wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering against his chest. You were panting, tears brimming in your eyes, and he moaned your name over, and over again directly in your ear. His cock pistoning in and out of you, tip pushing against your g-spot, fingers continuing their assault on your swollen nub.

You tried so hard to stop yourself but you couldn’t, you squirted all over his abdomen, soaking him in your arousal. The sight of you squirting on him, and the sound of you crying out his name like that triggered his orgasm. Shawn collapsed, moaning like he’s never had sex before, on top of you as his hot, sticky cum coated your walls. Your eyes were barely open, and your breathing was nowhere near steady.

“Are you still there, pretty?” he asks, you mumble incoherencies as your eyes slowly open. “What are you saying?” he asks, “You’re mine, and if you don’t keep fuckin’ me like this ‘m killing you” you pant, a proud smile tugging on his lips, “I'll do anything you want, baby."

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90s-shawn · 8 months ago

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If I could make one wish, it’d be to be his girlfriend in the 90s. 😍🤤

it's the way i would sell my kidney if you write about dating 90s!hbk while being a macmahon. ma'am, please 🧎🏽‍♀️

yes.

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐇𝐁𝐊 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

warnings! [fluff, language, smuttish, 90s-00s]

— being a mcmahon meant that you were always in the spotlight and around a lot of celebrities, so you'd befriend them almost all the time.

— one of those people being the heart break kid, shawn michaels.

— you met shawn when he was training, you found him really entertaining even though he was really obnoxious. he asked you put his hair into a pretty bun, but instead you spent like forty minutes playing with his blonde hair because of soft it was. after that he'd come to you every day asking you to do his hair, with your chats getting longer and longer each time, and you've been great friends ever since.

— and that's when you realized that shawn was quite the fucking mess, and you were one of the things that kept him from going insane.

— you were the person who kept him from doing more stupid shit than he was already doing, listening to him vent whenever he needed, giving him advice, calling him out on his bullshit whenever it was needed, just being that genuinely good friend he needed.

— he’d always be hands on with you, hugs and kisses, would even throw you over his shoulder. random outings at two am, icecream for breakfast, blasting music in the locker rooms, sharing a lollipop, stealing your earrings. it was that friendship.

— he loved you so so much

— so much it put him in pain, you were his favourite person.

— he never really knew how to voice his feelings so he'd just get you gifts all the time. shoes, clothes, jewelry, perfumes, makeup (heavy on that red lipstick) and everything he'd think you'd like

— you on the other hand were completely infatuated with him, shawn would give you so much attention, so much of his time, so much of himself, and you noticed that he doesn't really do that to other people so it made you feel really special. he did have some problems with handling his jealousy, even though you were just friends, he didn't want any other man breathing near you, not even looking in your direction, but you some what found his jealousy attractive. he was also super protective of you, wouldn't let a fly come around you. he made you feel so safe, so loved which made you slowly begin to fall in love with him.

— you, him and hunter were inseparable and you were always put on storylines together, there were some rumors that you were fucking both of them but you never took those seriously. but everytime time shawn would hear them, the thought of you and his best friend being together would make his blood boil. you? with hunter? goofy. you? with him? now that's the talk.

— like why would anyone even think of you and trips together, you were his and no one else's.

— you were the prettiest, most kindhearted, selfless, angelic person he knew. one chance, just give him one chance and he'll treat you so well.

— oh?

— oh.

— and that's when shawn knew he fucked up, big time.

— the one person he didn't want to fall for, his boss' daughter no less, was now the love of his life.

— this was only further confirmed when you, him and hunter went out to this random party and on the way back you fell asleep against shawn in the back seat, you looked so gorgeous, so peaceful laying on his chest. “you‘re so beautiful” he'd whisper, “if only you were mine” but apparently the whisper was loud enough for hunter to hear. “vince is gonna fuckin kill you” “oh i know”

— the next day he showed up as if he didn't basically confess to being in love with you in the backseat of his friend's car, and you pulled up as if you didn't hear the whole thing, and god, were you in a good mood. the person whom you spent hiding away you feelings from for months at a time liked you back. stephanie was going to be so happy knowing that she doesn't have to hear about how much you want to be with him all the time now.

— you saw him enter his locker room and you followed him inside, deciding to pull the most bold shit you've ever thought about doing in your life. “oh, hey pretty girl-” and you didn't even think about it twice, you immediately kissed him. you pulled away from him giving him your prettiest smile. “whew, do you know for how long i been wanting to do that?” he'd say.

— “can i please be your boyfriend?” ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

— you obviously said yes, even though it was going to be hard to be together around the company, since, you know, v i n c e.

— the only people you told where stephanie and hunter because your sister and trips have been through the same thing of having to sneak around backstage.

— shawn now spoils you to 250%, doesn't care that you're rich either, if you just glance at a ring, the whole set is now yours. oh, you think that dress is pretty? here's five. you think that shade of eyeshadow is cute? here's the whole makeup line. seriously.

— matching dangly earrings (SHUT UP OMG)

— double dates w hunt n steph

— him being an asshole to everyone but you <3

— “do you wanna get food?” “it‘s three in the morning.. what even- no, honestly why not”

— says ‘i love you’ for the first time and doesn't stop saying it after.

— his jealousy problem got worse now that you were together and what sucked is that he couldn't act upon it because no one was supposed to know that you were dating so he'd end up picking up fights with other wrestlers for seemingly no reason, even though he just didn't want anyone near what's his.

— it was quite hard to sneak around backstage without raising any eyebrows, so you'd either hang out at his locker room all day or at your office. shawn had a bad habit of trying to woo you everywhere and anytime, having been caught making out - on the verge of fucking - by staff and random talent almost 9/10 times.

— he catches himself being in love with you all the time, staring at your lips while you're talking, looking at you with heart eyes, making his voice softer when talking to you, helping you with everything even if you don't need his help, being as gentle as possible, he treats you as if you're an actual porcelain doll.

— somewhere around the eight month mark of your relationship you decided to tell vince because at some point you got tired of having to be with shawn behind his back, and everyone‘s.

— and to say that he pissed, is an understatement.

— he was livid.

— his little princess? dating a talent? and shawn michaels no less? yeah, alright. he didn't talk to you for a whole week, and starting putting shawn in matches that he was set to lose.

— shawn didn't take this kindly either, he started getting way more reckless than he already was. he would sandbag any star he was with in the ring, botch moves on purpose and completey oversell everything (that one match w hulk hogan lol).

— at some point vince realized that regardless of how upset he was you with and shawn, there's nothing that he can do about you being in love with each other, plus he was getting tired of shawn‘s behaviour, so you ended talking it out.

— and ever since then he's been very public about your relationship. would mention that you're together every single chance he gets, has his hand around you everywhere you go, sitting down at a restaurant with friends? arm around your shoulder. on a walk? must hold your hand. just chilling around your house? back hugging you. he's making sure that everyone now knows that you're his, and he's just also really proud to be your boyfriend :(

— shawn thinks about proposing to you every other day.

— also has a fantasy about fucking you bent over vince‘s desk :o

— anyway 😍

— 10/10 boyfriend, highly recommended.

#wwe #shawn michaels #hbk #90s wwf #90s wrestling

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