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1800miserablethot · 9 months

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MJF x Adam Cole

Summary: Pretty self explanatory yall lol

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He could feel the embarrassment creep up his spine. It was like he had gotten tossed into the ocean, he could feel the waves of heat flash through his veins. He tried to laugh it off, wiping some of the cake from his face. He turned his gaze towards Adam, who had squatted down beside him, wearing a mischievous grin.

“You got me.” He repeated over and over again, laughing softly hoping that it would convey all the mix emotions he was feeling. Adam said they were friends, friends do this right? Right, they totally do. So everything was ok, Adam was just playing with him. This wasn’t a betrayal and just as panic was about to slither its way into Max’s heart, Adam’s firm fingers found their way under Max’s chin, gently turning his face towards him. Max’s eyes, cake-splattered and wide, never broke away from Adam’s gaze. Time seemed to slow down, watching Adam run his finger delicately over Max’s face, smearing the frosting before maneuvering it into his mouth.

Every little feeling Max was feeling simply washed away, his eyes never breaking away from Adam’s. “Good cake, really good cake.” Adam says, a soft smile spreading across his face. Wiping more remnants of the cake off Max’s face, tasting it again before standing up and getting out the ring. Sauntering up the ramp until he’s no longer in Max’s sight.

Max couldn’t help but smile, his heart felt like it had jumped into his throat. He shook off most of the cake before heading backstage himself, going to his locker room.

He walks over to the mirror, replaying the scene in his head. Seeing his eyes sparkle in his reflection, remembering the way Adam licked the frosting off his fingers. Those blue cloudy eyes looking at his dark brown ones, his tongue playfully peaking out as he licked the frosting off-he shakes his head walking away from the mirror and over to his bag.

He grabs his clothes then goes into the bathroom, putting his clothes down on the sink so he could turn the shower on. Suddenly he hears his phone buzz, he quickly grabs it from the counter. Seeing a text message from Adam. His heart skips a beat as he eagerly unlocks his phone to read the message.

“Hey dude, you free for rooming tonight? Roddy shot me down.”

His face lit up with excitement as he read Adam’s text. The thought of spending more time with Adam outside of their usual interactions sent a wave of happiness through him. He takes a deep breath in, fingers tapping on the screen quickly.

“Sure broski! After a bit we can skedaddle out of here and to the hotel room.”

Max felt a rush of anticipation as he hit send. The idea of sharing a room with Adam made his mind run wild. Maybe they could play video games again, or whatever Adam wanted, he didn’t care as long as it was with Adam. He sits his phone down, stripping out his clothes and stepping into the warm shower.

And after he was done, he quickly dried himself off to get dress. He grabs his phone swiping it open just as Adam’s caller id popped up.

“Hey Max, you almost ready?”

He balances his phone between his shoulder and head, grabbing his ring gear and starts to pack it up in his gym bag. “Yeah bro! Just was um, in the shower from the cake.” He says, laughing awkwardly. “You were in the shower?” He straightens up, clearing his throat. He could feel his ears and cheeks flush softly, “Y-Yeah so um that’s why I was taking so long, but I’m done now.”

The two friends shared a brief laugh over the phone, before Adam hangs up. Grabbing his stuff, Max heads out the locker room and down the hall until he finds Adam next to his rental car. “About time.” Adam joked, opening the car door and getting in along with Max.

“Sorry man didn’t mean to take forever.”

“Don’t be, also your hair looks good wet like that by the way.”

Adam liked his hair? He couldn’t help the smile that played across his lips. “T-Thanks.” He stuttered, trying to even out his voice again as he looks out the window.

Luckily the hotel wasn’t far away. As they pulled up to the entrance, Max eagerly stepped out of the car, reaching for his bag. Making his way into the lobby and up to the front desk, grabbing the keys to his-THEIR room. When they get up to their room, he unlocks the door snickering at the shook look on Adam’s face as he walks in.

“This place is huge..”

“Eh, it’s alright.” He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as he sits his stuff down. “You want anything to eat?” He asks, turning around to face Adam. Already dialing the front desk. “Yeah..how about some cake, since I am the birthday boy after all.”

Max’s eyes meet Adam’s seeing those Icy blues sparkle with mischief. He nods slowly asking for a cake before hanging up the call and collapses onto the bed, reaching for the remote to the tv. “It’s whatever you want, after all like you said it is your birthday.” He says, smiling at Adam before turning on the tv.

With the remote in his hand, he scrolled through the channels, searching for something interesting to watch. His eyes glancing to the edge of the bed seeing Adam sit down on it, his eyes flicker down to the small space in between them. All he had to do was shift an inch and he would be touching-

He jolts slightly at a loud knock to the door, “I got it.” He hears Adam say, watching the older man go over to the door and open it. Allowing the hotel worker in to park the cart in the middle of the room. His mind fuzzes out seeing the cake in the middle of the cart, surrounded by bottles of whip cream and different kinds of syrup.

“Jeez a wheeze man, that’s a lot.” He joked half heartedly, hearing the door close as the worker leaves. “I know, figured you could help me.” Adam says playfully, putting some of the whip cream on the top of his finger before licking it off.

Watching intently, Max feels a twinge of arousal creep up inside him, his eyes lingering on every movement of Adam’s finger. He sits up on the bed, opening his mouth, letting the cool sweetness slide into his mouth, his tongue swirling against Adam’s finger. His breathing becoming bated, seeing Adam put the whip cream can down and reach for the chocolate syrup.

“You want some?” Adam asks innocently, drizzling some of the syrup onto his tongue. Max nods, trying to find any sort of words but any that he was about to come up with disappeared when Adam stood in between his legs. “Open up,” Adam mumbles, his hand firmly tilting Max’s head back as he lets the chocolate syrup ooze onto Max’s tongue and down his throat.

Max moans softly, his eyes trailing up to see Adam’s blue eyes blazing down at him. He licks his lips as Adam pulls the bottle away from his mouth. “Good right?” Adam asks, running his fingers through Max’s curls, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

He leans his head back into Adam’s touch, closing his eyes as he savors the taste of the chocolate still lingering on his tongue. “Y-Yeah,” he hums, his eyes fluttering back open. “You wanna taste the cake?” Adam husks, his grin growing at the agreeing nod Max gestures.

He straightens up, moving his hand away from Max’s hair. Reaching over to the cart, he sits the syrup down and cuts a small slice out of the cake. Max opens his mouth again, feeling the frosting melt against his tongue. He swallows the cake, letting out a long breath.

“You want some more? ” Adam teases, “Can I have more of something else?” He asks trying to even out his breathing, “Like what?” He hears Adam murmur, his grin turning into a small smile. “You, hopefully.” Max whispers, sitting up straighter. Straining his neck up, his lips brushing against Adam’s until they finally connect.

Max loses himself in the kiss, slipping his hands beneath Adam’s shirt, pulling him closer. Letting Adam push him onto his back, feeling the heat radiate off the older man’s body. Oh this was everything he ever wanted a more, anything he had fantasized about didn’t even touch what the real feeling felt like.

He felt lightheaded, hazy, yet his skin felt tingly with every touch from Adam. They break the kiss, allowing Adam to pull Max’s shirt off. Max shivers slightly as the air hits his skin, glancing down as Adam runs those rough hands down his chest. He shifts under Adam’s touch, groaning quietly feeling Adam’s fingertips claw down his chest and stomach leaving faint marks.

“A-Adam,” Max says breathlessly, feeling his dick twitch in his dress pants. “Mmmm?” Adam hums against his lips, trailing his mouth down to Max’s stomach. Sucking on the skin, making Max let out a small cry. He felt so lost in Adam’s touch, like he was floating on cloud nine. Hell this was better than winning the title.

He kicks off his shoes, lifting his hips up, allowing Adam to pull his dress pants and briefs off. Arching his back off the bed, chasing Adam’s lips, god he fucking loved them so much, then suddenly they were gone. His head snaps up, feeling the bed creak as Adam gets up and grab the whip cream again before crawling back onto the bed.

His breath hitching at the feeling of the cold cream being squirted onto his toned stomach. Observing as Adam’s tongue lapped up the sweet cream, traveling up and down Max’s stomach and lower navel. “Look at you..” Max lifts his head up at Adam’s words, seeing a small glisten of pre cum seep down his dick. His face flushes, half lidded eyes meeting Adam’s.

He had to bit his tongue from yelling out when the cooling cream touched his dick before Adam’s warm wet mouth wrapped around it. Bucking his hips up, as his hands tangle into the bed sheets. Oh he really loved this, he loved Adam. Everything took his breath away, made his head swirl on the verge of blacking out especially when Adam sucks hard on his tip.

Just when he was about to tip over the edge, suddenly every feeling left him as Adam pulls away. But just as he opened his mouth to say something, it’s cut off with a loud gasp feeling Adam’s slick fingers slip into him. “D-Did you-are you u-using the syrup as lube?” He asks breathlessly, his chest heaving up and down.

Another groan escapes him when he hears a simple “yep”, god damn this man was going to drive him insane, but fuck it he would let Adam if he truly wanted to because hell he would be lying if he said Adam didn’t already.

“A-Adam please,don’t stop.” Max begs, arching his back as Adam’s fingers sink deeper into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him clench his teeth. “My perfect champ,” Adam hums, nipping at Max’s hip, causing the younger man to throw his head back. “Please fuck me, please I-I want it, need it please,” He chokes out, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Adam chuckles, pulling away from Max. He stands up from the bed, slowly taking off all his clothes grinning at the stupid awe struck look on Max’s face. “You need it, huh?” Adam playfully mocks, climbing back on the bed and in between Max’s legs.

Max swallows thickly, hands moving to Adam’s shoulders trying to bring him close as his breath getting caught in his throat as Adam roughly kisses him. He gasps into the kiss, his nails leaving crescent marks on Adam’s shoulders as Adam slowly thrust into him.

Oh fuck this was everything he ever thought of and more, feeling his entire body tightening around Adam’s length. Why the hell did nobody tell him this would feel this good? His eyes flutter closed as he tried to focus on breathing the best he could, but it was kind of hard considering every time he took in a breath it was knocked right back out by Adam.

The way Adam’s hips were flush against his as he grounded down, it left Max’s mind numb and tingling. And from the soft smile on Adam’s face he could tell that he was probably wearing his heart on his sleeve for Adam but damn he couldn’t care less, he needed this feeling forever.

His tongue poking out on his bottom lip as his head drops back onto the covers. Feeling heat flood his body as his cums spurts on his stomach. “Such a good boy for me,” he whimpers quietly at those words, his head starting to ring, as he spurts more of the cooling fluid onto his stomach.

Adam chuckles breathlessly at the sight under him, his fingers running through his own hair to get it out his face. "That's my champ," he purrs, smirking at the way Max’s glazed watery eyes gaze up at him.

He leans down burying his head into the nook of Max’s neck, whispering more stuff into Max’s ear until it’s abruptly gets interrupted by a gasp as his own orgasm hits him.

They lay there listening to their own panting breaths, Adam runs his fingers through Max’s curls, kissing softly at his neck. “H-Happy birthday, Adam.” He grins, “Thanks, man.”

#adam cole #mjf aew #maxwell jacob friedman #aew wrestling #adam coke x mjf #fanfic #aew dynamite

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𝓚𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓞𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕂𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖. 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕂𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝.

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“I think you’re a rage-a-holic.”

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“Ah, what? What did you just call me?!” Kevin’s voice reverberates down the hallway as he abruptly turns his head towards Sami. “Kevin, you have an anger problem-“ Sami begins to say, but Kevin interrupts him “I do NOT have an anger problem!!” Sami lets out an exasperated sigh, placing the titles on one of the nearby chairs. “I make a bet with you, if you can go the rest of the night without throwing another tantrum then I’ll let this go. But if you blow up even ONCE then you have to admit something is going on.”

“You’re on,” Kevin replies, shrugging his shoulders confidently as he walks away from Sami, a smug smile playing on his lips.

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Throughout the remainder of the day, Kevin remained true to his word. When he was asked about the bloodline he didn’t yell or scream like usual. He actually said hi to a couple of people-hell even had cold water spilt on him and shrugged it off with a simple “It’s all good.” Now Sami did thought he had Kevin’s cards checked out when Riddle started talking to them and he almost, ALMOST had Kevin but the shorter man kept it together.

It wasn’t until Imperium arrived that Kevin’s agitation resurfaced. He observed Kevin biting his fist, silently chuckling. He reminded Sami of a firework about to explode. Thankfully, a text from Cody intervened, and Sami quickly whisked Kevin away before he could unleash his anger on the IC champion.

“I got your text,” Sami said as they approached Cody. “Yeah, I wanted to ask if I could borrow Kevin for my tag match tonight.” Kevin raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, me?” Cody nodded and replied, “Yes, you. Considering everything that happened today and what I’ve heard about your anger issues, I thought you could use a match.”

“Okay 1.) I don’t have an anger problem and 2.) Can I punch people?”

“That’s what a match is for, right?” Cody responded.

Both of them turned to look at Sami, who shrugged his shoulders. “Why not?” His gaze shifted to Kevin as he watched his partner walk away with Cody, excitedly ranting about finally having a match.

Now here they are now making their way to Sami’s rental car. “I’m surprised you made it through the rest of the show without throwing a tantrum,” Sami remarked, placing his bag in the car’s trunk. “I don’t throw tantrums!” Kevin snapped back, putting his bag in next to Sami’s. Sami smirked and added, “But you do.”

Kevin scowled at him and muttered, “I don’t have an anger issue.” Before hoping into the passenger side. “sure you don’t,” Sami teased as he cranked the car on. Kevin scoffed. “I don’t have any anger issues!”

Sami raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh, come on. We both know the truth.” He turns to face Kevin, seeing his lovers face starting to turn a splotchy red. “Calm down chéri I’m joking,” his hand cupping the back of Kevin’s neck. “Unless you want to admit that you do.” He whispered against Kevin’s lips, grinning when Kevin pushes him away. “Fuck you.”

“I can if you want.” He remarks, chuckling as Kevin turns to face the window. He could feel the tension in the air, and it was palpable. Seeing from the corner of his eye, Kevin’s jaw was clenched tight, and his arms were crossed. Luckily the hotel wasn’t far and in a couple of minutes they were pulling up into the drive way.

Kevin quickly opened the door and stepped out of the car, grabbing his bag and walking over to the entrance of the hotel. “Kevin!” Sami calls out, jogging to catch up with him but gets no response from the other man. As Sami entered the hotel lobby, he could see Kevin standing near the reception desk, his back facing him. He walks over to the Canadian, unexpectedly, Sami’s arm snaked around Kevin’s waist, a playful gesture meant to grab his attention. He gently gripped the inside of Kevin’s thigh, chuckling inwardly when he felt Kevin tense up before swiftly retracting his hand.

Following Kevin to the elevator, they both stand there in silence. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at Kevin, who was intently staring at him. “Still throwing that tantrum?” Sami asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he watched Kevin’s gaze shift to the ground.

When the elevator door opens Kevin’s the first one out. Sami follows quickly behind him, their footsteps echoing down the hall until the reach their room. He rest his head on Kevin’s shoulder, pressing light kisses against his neck as Kevin tried to unlock the door. “Mon joli garçon,” He whispered, his free hand pulling Kevin closer by the hips.

“I-I can’t focus Sami.” Kevin hisses out, trying to put the key card in the slot again but missing. “Désolé mon amour.” He mumbles, giving a harsh nip at Kevin’s jaw before pulling away fully. Listening to the door beep as it finally opens, he walks in after Kevin closing the door and sitting his gym bag down with ease.

He walks over to the bed, sitting down on it. Kicking off his shoes and socks before laying down on the bed, watching Kevin go straight into the bathroom. He rolls his eyes and picks up his phone going to scroll through it. He forgot how prideful Kevin could be when he came to proving points. But hell that’s one of the things he adored about him as well.

As the minutes ticked by he lets out an exasperated sigh, he powered off his phone and aimlessly gazed at the ceiling. The sound of running water echoed through the walls, holding his attention until it abruptly ceased.

His eyebrow perks up, shifting his gaze over at the door seeing it open. Out coming Kevin in nothing but boxers and a shirt, which he noticed was one of his that he couldn’t find earlier. “Your turn.” He hears Kevin mumble.

His eyes narrow as he rises from the bed and strides toward Kevin, who attempts to slip past him stealthily. But he catches Kevin’s shoulder, spinning Owen’s around to face him. Before Kevin could get any sort of complaint out, he cups both sides of Kevin’s face and kisses him deeply.

“I’m done with you tantrums,” Sami growls against Kevin’s lips, pushing Kevin backwards until he falls onto the bed. “Je veux que tu te comportes bien, maintenant.” He mumbles loud enough for Kevin to hear, crawling onto the bed and in between Kevin’s legs. Kevin swallows hard, his head tilting up as his and Sami’s lips connect again. Panting softly at Sami’s hips rocking down onto his. He could feel Sami’s clothed hard on against his, the feeling of rough denim against his thin boxers made a shudder run down his spine and his head swoon dizzily.

His lips opened slightly, a small moan slipping out. Kevin’s ears tingled as his face started to flush with heat. His fingers tangled in Sami’s shirt, pulling him closer. His gaze falling to in between their body’s watching how Sami’s hips move so perfectly against his own.

He’s broken out of his trance when Sami grips his jaw forcing Kevin to look up at him. A small smile breaking across his lips seeing Kevin’s eyes roll lazily before shutting. “Look at me,” He exclaims, slapping the side of Kevin’s jaw lightly.

Kevin’s eyes snap open, meeting Sami’s gaze. “W-What?” He asks trying to focus on Sami the best he could without his brain trying to shut down. “You remember our bet?” He nods in agreement, feeling Sami’s ruts slow down. “No, no-s'il te plaît ne t'arrête pas, Sami. I-I remember,” he stuttered breathlessly. Sami smirks, his fingers tracing circles over Kevin’s beard. “Only if you admit why you’ve been acting this way.” He murmurs, pressing his hips down roughly against Kevin’s. Listening to him let out a surprised moan, “Pourquoi ne me fais-tu pas.” Kevin replies, before a loud groan escapes him, feeling Sami’s open palm strike the side of his face.

And he’s fucking gone. He feels like he’s floating, ears ringing, his brain fuzzy and hazy. “You want to say that again?” Sami asks teasingly, following Kevin’s eyes. “Kevinn,” He tunes out, tapping the side of Kevin’s cheek again to get the Canadian to look at him.

He laughs softly seeing Kevin’s dilated pupils frantically look around the room before connecting with his gaze. He moves his hands to Kevin’s wrists, holding them firmly above his head. “S-Sami, s'il te plaît.”

“Please what? What do you want Kevin?” He asks, grinning playfully. His lips brushing against Kevin’s, as he grounds his hips down. Listening to the small hitches in Kevin’s breathing and little whimpers. “Want, want you please. Sami, I’m s-sorry please-I’ll be good, so good for you please.” He babbles, trying to buck his hips upwards to get some sort of friction because he needed it. His skin felt like it was crawling, like it was burning, he wanted more, needed more.

“Good boy, chéri.”

His head swoons at those three simple words. Fucking shithead knew exactly how to get him even more under. “Please.” He mumbles, feeling Sami’s hips rocking slowly against his again. “Please what, Kev?” His eyebrow perks up. “Need you, please. Fuck me, slap me please anything.”

Sami’s fingers tangle in Kevin’s hair cranking his neck back. “I can do both if you want.” He husks, kissing along Kevin’s jaw and down his throat. “Yes! Yes, t-that please.” He sits back a bit, staring a bit too long at the man under him. He loved Kevin like this, having him practically trembling.

“I don’t want to hurt you too badly, chéri. We have a segment tomorrow.” Sami whispers, capturing Kevin’s lips into a small kiss before it breaks again. “But I want you too, please? It’s why I-I’m always throwing tantrums, I love when you get aggressive and I just-please?” He pleads, running his tongue over his bottom lip feeling the small sting, if Sami hit him again he knew it would break the skin. “S'il vous plait, Monsieur.”

His head snaps abruptly as the back of Sami’s hand strikes his cheek and jaw again. He moans lowly, feeling himself start to leak in his briefs. He hears himself breathlessly giggle, licking his lips again tasting copper.

“Is that what you wanted, chéri?”

Sami taunts, his voice low and sensual. Kevin nods eagerly as he tries to clear the cobwebs from his head. “Please fuck me.” He whispers, gazing up at Sami seeing the awe struck look on his lovers face. His fingers fumbling with the buttons on Sami’s jeans, listening to the sound of the zipper sliding down.

“And if I don’t?” Sami snarks, slapping Kevin’s hand away. “I don’t think you deserve it, Kev. You have been pretty bad lately..” He says warningly, his hands roaming under Kevin’s shirt making it rise up slowly.

Kevin shivers, feeling Sami’s hot breath against his ear, yelping at the sharp nip Sami does to his earlobe. “Please don’t stop,” he begs softly, his fingernails digging into Sami’s hips.

Sami pulls away, pulling Kevin’s shirt off and throws it onto the floor. “Rester là.” He demands, getting off the bed and walks over to Kevin’s bag ruffling through the pocket until he finds the small bottle of lube.

Returning to the bed, he places it next to them as he plays with the band of Kevin’s underwear before pulling it off. “Sami please, please just fuck me already. I want-need it please I-I can take it, please.” He begged, hearing his voice crack with desperation. Whimpering, unable to hold eye contact with Sami for longer than a few seconds. “Shhh, I got you chéri.” Sami mutters, amusement shining behind his eyes. It wasn’t often but when Kevin was this under, Sami loved every little bit of it.

Taking off his own shirt, he pulls down his jeans and briefs just enough for his own leaking cock to spring free. Hissing through his teeth as the cold air hits it. He reaches over grabbing the abandoned bottle of lube, “How badly do you want it?” He asks, squirting the lube into his hand.

“So badly, please Sami-I..do anything you want please, use me, hurt me, please I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? You’ll be my good little boy again?” He asks lowly, stroking himself. He lets out a low groan, biting his bottom lip as he listen to Kevin’s on going babbling. “Breathe for me, Kev.” He murmurs, lining up before slowly pushing into Kevin.

He moans, burying his head into the crook of Owen’s neck. His head swirled at the warm, tight feeling of his lover around him. “So perfect like this.” He pants out, his back arching as Kevin’s nails dragged down his skin. “Yes, yes-fuck Sami, je t'aime tellement, ohh-fuck pw-please,”

Whispering into Kevin’s ear, “I love you too, Kev.” His hand finding its way in between their stomachs, wrapping around Kevin’s cock stroking it quickly. “C'est ça chéri, such a good boy..jouis pour moi,” Almost as if on command with loud shout of Sami’s name, Kevin’s spilling all over Sami’s hand. “Fuck! K-Kev,” Sami huffs, and when he feels Kevin clench around him it makes him see stars. His hips stuttering as he’s cumming deep into Kevin, watching some of it spill out onto the bed. It made his pride swell up, it was like it was marking Kevin as his, he was the one who had Kevin like this, begging and practically crying for more.

After a couple of minutes he slowly pulls out, planting small kisses on Kevin’s jaw and face until he finally catches Kevin’s attention again. “You okay?” He asks, laughing softly at the dazed goofy look he got in return. “Je vais mieux que d'accord,”

Oh he’s subbed good, “Can you let me up, baby?” When he feels Kevin’s grip loosen, he stands up pulling off the rest of his clothes before climbing back into the bed. “Bon garçon,” He whispers, pulling Kevin into his arms, smiling at how Kevin snuggled into his side.

#wwe #Kevin Owens x Sami Zayn #zowens #smut #that’s it #no beta we die like ao3 #Spotify #kevin owens #sami zayn

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𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔁 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕟’𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱

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“Instead of facing me like a man, you didn’t have the guts to face me like a man! Instead you were too busy posing for girly magazines, dancing around, kissing all the girls. Putting tattoos on yourself, earrings through your navel and your nose and your ears..” His voice trailed off as he looked into Shawn’s eyes, seeing them light up. Fuck. Fuck, he fucked up badly. And he knew it was too late to cover himself up; he knew that Shawn knew.

Bret’s face flushed with embarrassment. Running a hand over his face, he cleared his throat and brought the microphone up to his mouth. Trying to continue on with the promo but was struggling severely, because all he could focus on was the way Shawn smirked and how the brunette got closer to him. Almost as if Shawn was toying with him, seeing how long it took for the Canadian to break fully.

Luckily he was saved by the rest of the Hart family coming out, taking this opportunity he flees up the ramp and backstage. Walking briskly , his heart leapt up into his throat. Fuck he’s never going to hear the end of this. It was an honest slip up, so who cares? Everybody does slip ups, but not I looked at a girly magazine and saw my supposed to be enemy’s almost nude pictures kind of slip up.

He sits on one of the storage boxes, trying to catch his breath. Was this really the thing that was about to bring him into a panic attack? Who gave a shit? ‘He did’ He closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure. This was embarrassing, he was Bret Hart for Christ sakes. A HART, they didn’t do this.

The noise from the crowd still reverberated in his ears, creating a surreal backdrop to the chaos that was unfolding internally. Lost in his own thoughts, Bret didn’t notice Shawn’s approach until he hears hands slam onto the storage box, trapping him in between it. “How’d you know I was in that magazine?” Shawn teases, tilting his head to the side as his grin grows wider.

“Don’t flatter yourself, everybody’s talking about it.” He grumbles, glancing up at Shawn. Trying to hide his face behind his dark curly hair, hoping it covered his reddening face. “Oh yeah?” Shawn continued, his voice playful. “Well, with what you described, you would have had to flip through the pages just a little bit.”

“I didn’t look at your stupid gay magazine.” He replied, gritting his teeth as his eye shoot down to the floor. Shawn’s tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth before leaning closer towards Bret. “I think you did, Hitman.” He whispers against Bret’s lips, his hand moving from the storage box to snaking its way up onto the inside of Bret’s thigh.

Bret’s heart raced, his mind in a frenzy as he felt Shawn’s other hand pull him closer. “No, I…” Bret stammered, watching Shawn’s hand slip higher up his thigh. Struggling to find the right words, hell any words at all. His hands clawing at Shawn’s, but never actually pushing Michael’s away. “I think you did a little bit more than look,”Shawn husked, his palm pressing lightly against Bret’s clothed crotch. “Think you got off to it, just like you are now.” He chuckles seeing Bret shake his head no yet feels the older man’s hips buck into his touch.

“Don’t lie to me, Hitman.” He says warningly, pressing his palm down harsher earning a gasp from Bret. Hearing Bret choke out his name, his other hand trails up to Bret’s hair. Pulling it out of its ponytail, his fingers tangling into the inky black hair. “Tell me the truth, Bret.” Shawn said, his voice low and insistent. Bret’s head tilts back when Shawn tugs on his hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. Shawn’s hand slide down further, unbuttoning Bret’s jorts. Shawn’s fingers brushing against his underwear.

Trying to push Shawn away, but he couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate. His hand flailing to grasp at Shawn’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Did you look at the magazine?” He nods in agreement, groaning lowly when Shawn tugs on his hair. “Tell me what else you did.” Bret’s eyes flutter shut for a quick second before opening back up. His brain felt like it had melted, the only thing he could really focus on was the slow burning feeling building up in his stomach. “I-I, um I t-touched myself to it.” He breathlessly babbled out, watching Shawn’s eyebrows lift in amusement. “Awe, did my Hitman get turned on by them?”

‘His Hitman’ his brain seemed to short circuit at those two simple words. Nodding his head the best he could, a whimper slipping pass his lips. “As much as I love your pathetic slutty sounds, you need to shut the fuck up before the rest of your little Hart family hears you. Because they’re already looking for you, let alone if they find you like this. Shawn hisses into Bret’s ear.

He bites his lip trying to stifle his noises, a sick part of him got even more aroused at the idea of being caught, knowing that Shawn would most likely not stop even if their boss himself was in front of them. Hell Shawn would probably even go all out and make him a complete wreck just to give everybody a show.

He snaps out of his day dreaming when he feels his underwear start to become slightly damp. “Stop, Shawn-fuck! S-Stopp,” He huffs, weakly trying to push Shawn’s hand away but failing. “Why? Getting close?” Shawn says cheekily, his hand moving away from Bret’s crotch. “Yes.” Bret hisses out, gasping softly when Shawn pulls him closer. Their hips pressing against each other, his head spun at the feeling of Shawn’s hard on pressing against his.

“Fuck,” Bret breathes, his hips rutting roughly against Shawn’s. He should stop, he really needs to stop. Not letting his hands involuntarily pull at Shawn’s hair, or his leg wrapping around Shawn’s hip to keep him in place. He shouldn’t because the burning in his stomach was getting bigger but he really fucking wanted to keep going.

“Fuck yes, yes-Shawn don’t fucking stop please don’t, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you if you do.”

Shawn chuckles, his hips rocking in short little quick ruts. “Don’t worry I’m not-fuck!” He hisses, biting his tongue trying to muffle the groan that threaten to slip as Bret’s hands work at his dress pants unbuckling them and untucking his shirt. His wet mouth so close to Bret’s, all he has to do is tilt his head to the right and press his mouth to Bret’s. And when he does, the sound he hears from the older man is beautiful. Everything inside him sparks, he feels dizzy and lightheaded, yet desperate to hear more of the muffled moans.

And with a sharp tug to Bret’s hair he has the Canadian trembling under him as Bret tips over the edge cumming into his underwear. With a sharp inhale he breaks away from the kiss, glancing down at their laps seeing Bret’s jorts slowly darkening. “Come on, I got a pair you can borrow. And maybe..you can repay me back” He whispers, licking Bret’s bottom lip before pulling fully away.

#wwf #wwe #bret x shawn #shawn michaels #bret hart #world wrestling federation #hartbreak #smut #fanfic #90s

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Road Dogg x Billy Gunn (it’s cute)

Summary: Literally Billy pampering Jesse bc I’m rewatching 90s raw on peacock and every damn week Jesse is being babied by him XD

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Jesse will never admit it but he loved when Billy took charge, loved when his partner babied him and protected him. How after an especially rough match, Billy will rub the sore spots on his body. Jesse would insist that “he’s okay” and try to shrug Billy away but as soon as those firm hands plant themselves onto his shoulders he practically melts.

He especially loved when Billy would braid his hair.

If he got hurt Billy would go hunt down who did it and pay back due. Yelling at everybody who tries to touch him, doesn’t matter if it’s a ref or the manager Slaughter himself. Billy wouldn’t let anybody come near him.

And how gentle he was. So cautious with Jesse as if he was a porcelain doll. Of course Jesse tried to argue with him about it, always brought up that he’s a former marine, that he can take the tough spots. But Billy wouldn’t have it, and always have Jesse on the outside of the ring.

He’ll never admit it but secretly Jesse loved it, Billy was the first person to ever treat him like this. As if he was some temple or god. At first he was skeptical at it, weirded out about it. But when Billy offered to stop for some reason Jesse found himself almost throwing a fit at the thought of Billy stopping the treatment.

Hunter jokes with him and says he’s being “pampered” too much, calls him a big baby for it. But you know what? Maybe he is pampered by Billy and maybe he liked that.

#world wrestling federation #wwe #wwf #new age outlaws #jesse james #billy gunn #road dogg #d generation x #short fanfic

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Bret x Shawn and Bret’s Bottom because I say so <3

Also it’s kinda sloppy sorry

Summary: Shawn really wants Bret in the Heartbreak Hotel (Smut)

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The heartbreak Hotel, the place ladies want to be at and where men wish to be him or hell be with him too. But there was one man in particular that always had Shawn’s eye, the leader of the Hart Family Bret the so called “Hitman” Hart. His rival, enemy, whatever people wanted to call their feud.

He couldn’t get enough of the stupid Canadian, he did everything in his power to piss him and or the family off just so he could be near Bret. Some called it obsession, while others saw it as him being a suck up. Regardless of the label, Shawn was willing to risk it all just to see those brown sly eyes shine his way.

So when the day came that he was told he was doing a promo with Bret with his HeartBreak Hotel setting his heart practically bursted out of his chest. Especially at when Bret walked onto the set, how his face was illuminating the red lights. How he stood there with one hand on the title and the other on his pants.

Fuck it took everything in Shawn’s power not to break script and to toss the Canadian onto the heart shaped silk bed. The tension between them was palpable, and Bret didn’t make it easy on him with how his dark chocolate eyes gazed up at Shawn. He could hardly concentrate on the words coming out of his own mouth. All he could focus on was the small smirks that tugged on Bret’s lips, hoping that it broke into a smile so he could see those pearly whites.

And when the promo was over, you know that one corny saying that goes like “I hate to see them go but I love to watch them leave.” Yeah well that was exactly Shawn, he hated watching Bret leave his presence yet he loved to see the Hitman’s hips taunter with each step he took.

Now here he was backstage in his locker room laying on the heart shape bed, staring at the ceiling while once again thinking about a certain Canadian.

His lips curling into a grin as he sits up on the bed. Maybe he could get Bret on this bed, his grin growing bigger as he walks over to the door and into the hallway. Eager to catch another glimpse of the man who occupied his thoughts day and night. As Shawn made his way through the bustling backstage area, his heart raced with anticipation. The familiar sounds of people preparing for their matches filled the air, but Shawn was focused on finding Bret.

With each step he took, Shawn couldn’t help but wonder if this longing he felt was reciprocated. Did Bret feel even a fraction of the desire he felt? Or was this all just a one-sided infatuation?

Through the labyrinth of corridors he quickly stopped by the main one. Walking in he looks through the bags until he finds Bret, laughing loudly when he sees the WWF championship sitting in it. “Oh this is too good,” he murmurs before grabbing it and making his way back into the halls. Eventually catching sight of Bret. He was standing alone reading a newspaper, Shawn paused, taking a moment to admire the way Bret’s defined muscles stretched against his tight t-shirt. He shakes his head, with a smirks he yells out “Hey Hitman!”

His smirk turns into a grin as he dangled the title seeing Bret’s face tighten with anger. He turns on his heels and books it down the halls, pushing pass people as he heard Bret’s booping voice behind him along with his footsteps which echoed off the wall.

Shawn’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the backstage area, the adrenaline fueling his every move. The thrill of the chase mixed with the excitement of being so close to Bret energized Shawn. He could feel a surge of electricity coursing through his veins, making his grin even wider.

He turns a sharp corner, he could see his dressing room up ahead. He could hear Bret’s voice growing louder behind him. The sound of his footsteps quickened, giving Shawn the motivation to push even harder. The backstage area seemed to blur as Shawn darted through until he got to his locker room.

Busting through he tosses the belt onto the bed, trying to shut the door but Bret was on his heels. Slamming the door shut then grabbing Shawn and pushing him onto the bed.

(‘What did he say? Told you he could get Bret onto this bed’ )Shaking his head Shawn comes out his thoughts, he swiftly bucks his hips, catching Bret off guard and causing him to lose his balance. He rolls on top of the older man, pinning Bret’s wrist to the side of his head.

“Didn’t think Canadians were this dumb.” He laughs, but it quickly dies down when Bret strains his neck forward, whispering “We aren’t.” Against Shawn’s lips before connecting them.

Arching his back off the bed, pressing his body against Shawn’s. A soft moan being muffled into the kiss as he feels Shawn’s hands move down to his hips, pulling him in closer. Bret grinds his hips up against the younger man, his head spinning at the feeling of his jeans rubbing against Shawn’s gear.

The fleeting thought of his WWF Championship title eases its way into the back of Bret’s mind. Soon to be forgotten about as Shawn trails kisses down his neck, a gasp slipping pass him when he feels one hand grope his ass through the thick denim. Bret grits his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. His hands flailing to the silky pillow case under him.

"Fuck," Shawn whispered, still lost at the fact his plan actually worked. His eyes wandered to Bret's face. With hazy eyes Bret looks back at Shawn, “Pussy out already, Michael’s?” he teased, his voice low and a bit horsed.

Shawn swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Bret’s face. Fuck he was pretty like this, face flushed softly and inky black hair sticking to his forehead. “You wished,” he murmurs, his hands working at Bret’s jeans. The sound of the metal zipper dragging down filled the room. The denim material rustling with each movement. His hands slide to the waistband of Bret’s jeans, tugging them down. The material pools around Bret’s ankles, leaving him exposed.

Shawn can feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the man under him. Bret’s chest heaving up and down, the tip of his cock glistening with precum-fuck how the hell could Bret get embarrassed over this? He looked so damn good, it burned its way into Shawn’s mind. Slowly making his way back up, leaving kisses in his path, lips brushing over Bret’s skin feeling it tighten under his touch.

Rising Bret’s shirt up, he swipes his tongue over one of the dark nipples. Grinning at the low groan he got in return, Shawn takes the opportunity to tweak it with his teeth. Chuckling softly at how Bret’s hips writhe against his own, listening to the loud gasp that filled the room.

His hand trails down between them, wrapping itself around Bret’s dick. Bret's brow furrowed, and his lips parted as a low moan escaped him. Feeling Shawn’s grip become firmer around his tip. A soft whimper slipping pass his lips, “S-Shawn.” He stammers, his chest heaving up and down under Shawn’s touch. His hand grips onto the silky material of the pillowcase. “Fuck,” Bret whispers, feeling a buildup of heat in between his legs as Shawn trails kisses upward towards him. Nobody’s ever felt so nice against him like Shawn does, every touch leaves a trail of fireworks on his skin.

His head lulls back, eyes closing as he focuses in on Shawn’s touch. He can feel the heat radiating off himself, a warmth that spread through every part of his body until it settled in his lower stomach, where an uncomfortable tightness now filled him.

He tried to warn Shawn but all he could manage to croak out was a whine before his hips are spasming as he cums onto his stomach and Shawn’s hand. His eyes flutter back open, looking up at the brunette above him.

Shawn brings his messy fingers up to Bret’s lips, pushing them into his mouth. Watching that pretty little tongue wrap its way around his fingers. A low groan of his own fills the silent room, his other hand messing with the buckles of his gear top. Pulling away, he sits back on his heels.

Shimming the top off his shoulders letting it fall to the ground with a thump. his hands working at buttons and zipper of his pants. He sighs feeling relief flood through him when his cock springs free from the tight fabric. He gleams down at Bret, slowly crawling up him until he was straddling Bret’s upper chest.

“My turn Hitman,” he purrs softly, his fingers finding their way into Bret’s hair gripping it. “Open.” He demands, grinning when Bret opens his mouth without hesitation. Resting his other hand on the bed board railing, he slides his cock slowly into the warm, wet heat of Bret’s mouth. He lets out a groan, his eyes rolling lazily before shutting. “Fuckk, that’s it baby.” He pants reopening his eyes, “Doing so good already.”

He whimpers quietly, pushing further into Bret’s mouth until his hips are flushed against Bret’s face. Rocking them back and forth slowly, hearing the small gag Bret let out. “Come on baby boy you can take it,” He murmurs using Bret’s hair to guide his head up and down.

Glancing down, seeing Bret’s eyes squeeze shut as he gags again, earning a chuckle from Shawn. He pulls out completely, his tip resting on Bret’s bottom lip. “Now Hitman I know you can do better than that.” He tease before thrusting his dick back into Bret’s mouth, choking out a moan when Bret’s fingertips dig firmly into his upper thighs forcing him deeper into his mouth.

He gripped the back of Bret’s head, holding him in place as he began to thrust into Bret’s mouth with quick ruts of his hips. “Let me see those pretty eyes baby.” He mumbles, tapping the side of Bret’s cheek watching his eyes flutter open showing off those watery, glazed over dark eyes.

Feeling Bret’s chest rise and lower under him fairly quickly, hearing him let out a muffled keen. “Getting close again?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder grinning at the sight of Bret’s legs spread and trembling while his dick leaked precum onto his stomach, seeing it drip down onto the bed and mix with the old cum. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth, turning back to look down at Bret. “Yeah that’s it, cum with me baby. Cum by me fucking ur tight little mouth.”

When Bret’s moan vibrates around his cock that was it, throwing his head back he thrust once more into Bret’s mouth as he spills down the man’s throat. His head spun, feeling Bret’s hands wrap around his waist holding him in place.

“Fuck B-Bret.” His legs trembled and tighten around Bret’s head as overstimulation spreads throughout his body. When Bret’s hands finally unlatch him, he pulls off slowly laying next to Bret on the bed. Glancing down looking at the even bigger mess that was made before looking up at Bret. Grinning he leans in kissing softly at his neck, before whispering in his ear “Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel, Hitman.”

#wwe #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak #fanfic #bret x shawn #wrestling #heartbreak hotel #hbk #bret the hitman hart #theyre so gay

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