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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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I’ll Show You A Winner

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18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

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Word count: 1,282

Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean

Summary:

Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.

Author's note: haha... yeah

“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”

“What’d you say?”

“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”

Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.

“Some man you are.”

Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.

“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”

Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.

Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.

“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”

Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.

With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.

Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.

“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”

Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.

Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.

Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.

“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.

Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.

That was until he slapped you.

It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.

A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”

Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.

Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.

In the end, none of that mattered. He won.

“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.

“Of course it was, honey.”

“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.

“Damn straight.”

#shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels #wrestling #wwe imagines #wwe smut #wrestling fanfic #wwe fanfic #90s wwf #wwe shawn michaels #magnoliafanfic

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rainchyna · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

#rainchyna #rainchyna’s sour grapes #wwe headcanons #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fanfiction #wwf fanfiction #wwf x reader #wwf fics #wwe shawn michaels #wwe shawn michaels x reader

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dirtywrestling · 9 months

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D- Generation X - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shot:

Bad Boys Club -💦

Summary: Simon is always on Vince’s good side but seeing how DX is running around causing chaos makes him want to switch sides and have some fun too. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

#DX #Shawn michael #triple h #HHH #wrestling blog #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels x you #shawn michaels x y/n #shawn michaels oneshot #shawn michaels fanfic #triple h x you #triple h x reader #wrestling fanfics #wrestling imagines #wrestling stories #wrestling oneshot #wwe shawn michaels #wwe triple H

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nantes5 · 1 year

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Shawn knew he had messed up, knew he would have to make amends. But what he didn't expect was an irate Kay, banging on his door, forcing him to confront the feelings he had been so desperately trying to hide.

This is technically the middle of a much longer story that has been ruminating around my mind for a very long time. However, finally bringing myself to begin to write it out, it was this scene that I felt compelled to write first!

For context, this is set sometime around 1996/97. The roster at WWF/E is roughly what it was then. Kay has a family background in wrestling, and worked for a long time as a talent scout, before coming to work for Vince as an agent. She has spent the last six months working mainly with the Kliq, assigned to try and keep them in some sort of order. She has always maintained a strict rule against dating wrestlers, hence her reluctance to admit any feelings for Shawn.

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Feeling the frustration coursing through her body, she stormed down the corridor, looking for room 405. Arriving, she thumped on the door.

“Shawn, are you in there? Open this damn door you arse. SHAWN!”

“What the fuck?”

The door opened to reveal a pissed off looking Shawn, hair dripping from the shower, a towel loosely thrown around his waist. Kay pushed past him, barely registering his nearly naked state, so determined to ball him out over his behaviour in the ring.

“Please, do come in.”

“Don’t be a dick, Shawn.”

With Kay now stood in the middle of his room, hands on hips, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disappointment, Shawn took a second to absorb just how truly beautiful she was. Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts and dreams that he knew could never be more than that, he closed the door behind him, lest the rest of the roster question why he was standing naked with only a towel covering what semblance of dignity he may still have left, with what was effectively his boss, in his hotel room. One set of judgement was enough for today.

“I’m not being a dick, at least I’m not trying to be,” he sighed.

“For once.”

“That aside, I’m just a bit confused why you are here?”

“Why am I here? Your confused!? You were supposed to be in that ring doing run throughs this afternoon. But instead, you throw some sort of hissy fit, get into a fight with two of the biggest guys out there, and storm out, leaving the boys to sort out your mess!”

“Look I’ll apologise to the boys, but they’ll understand. They have my back, it’s not a problem.”

“Not for you maybe, but it sure as hell is a problem for me. I have spent so much time convincing Jim, Vince and anyone else that will listen that you had sorted yourself out, that you can be relied on, that you will play the game, and do what’s best for business. Displays like that hardly help my case!” She paced across the room, gesticulating wildly, the anger and frustration rolling off her body.

“Look, I appreciate that, you know I do, and I’m trying. I haven’t touched any stuff in months, I’ve been training, I’m in the best goddamn shape of my life.”

He gestured to his naked chest, drawing Kay’s attention for the first time to the fact that he was stood there still glistening from the shower in nothing more than a surprisingly small towel. Taking a breath to suppress the wave of inappropriate images that swarmed her mind, Kay replied;

“I know, that’s what makes it so much harder to understand. Six months ago, you kicking off like that would have been the norm, easy to explain. But you have been trying, and you’ve been doing so well. I even had JR comment on it. So why Shawn, why throw away all that goodwill to get into a fight with a couple of mid card wannabes?”

Shawn took a breath. He knew he was an idiot. He knew he should have kept his cool, and walked away. But he couldn’t help it. Not when they said what they had about her. And now, after everything he had done to win her trust, gain her friendship, there she was, looking at him once again with disappointment, worse, pity in her eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that” he couldn’t stop himself from saying.

“Like what?”

Turning away, ignoring her second question, he answered her first;

“It was personal, they said some things, and I lost my cool. It was unprofessional and immature, but I swear I haven’t taken anything, it wasn’t down to that. Just a couple of dicks I let under my skin. I should have risen above it, and I’m sorry. I’ll take a drugs test, anything you want. Just..., I need you to believe me. I made you a promise, and I’ve kept it. I’ll always keep it.” He looked back into her eyes, willing her to see the truth and sincerity in his words.

“What did they say?” she asked gently, the anger subsiding, turning to concern.

“It doesn’t matter” he insisted.

“Of course it matters.” She sounded exasperated now. “You know this business better than most, you know the guys better than most. If they can find something that gets under your skin, they will use that. They will wear you down with that. They will exploit your vulnerabilities and that will end up with you in places you don’t want to be. Please Shawn, you know I only want to help. Perhaps if we talk about whatever it was, we can get it out of your system so they can’t use it.”

Shawn laughed bitterly. That was the last thing he could do. “This isn’t something I can get out of my system. Believe me, I’ve tried. This is something that has become a part of me. I have accepted it, and you know , I know it is a weakness, but I’m working on it. There are just certain lines, certain things I struggle to control.”

Kay looked confused. “It feels like you’re talking in riddles. And that has me worried Shawn. You need to be honest, if not with me, with someone. Do you want me to get Paul?”

“No” he answered quickly, shaking his head. “I am being honest; I could never lie to you. It’s nothing I can talk out; it just is what it is.”

“You may not be lying, but you’re not telling me everything either. There is something wrong Shawn, and you need to address it.”

“I can’t."

“Why not?”

“Because,” Shawn sighed deeply, struggling to find the words to make this all go away. “Because, I don’t want to lose what I have” he finished softly, gazing longingly at the unwitting object of his affections.

“What are you going to lose? I don’t understand Shawn.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Shawn…”

“Look, I can’t...ok. Please drop this,” he pleaded.

“Why not? Shawn. You’re scaring me now, has something happened? Did you do something? Did someone do something to you? What have they got over you?” Anxiety bleed through her words.

“No, it’s not like that...” he tried to reassure her.

“Then what Shawn, I thought we were friends, I thought we trusted each other. You know I care about you; I want to be able to help you, but I can’t do that if you don’t trust me.”

“I do trust you, Kay. I trust you more than anyone.”

“Then tell me.”

“Kay , I...”

“Shawn, please.”

“Seriously, Kay, it’s not like that, it doesn’t matter...”

“If it’s upsetting you, of course it matters. If it matters to you, it matters to me.”

“I didn’t say it was upsetting me." He knew he was sounding defensive now, but he had to make her drop this.

“Well, you seemed pretty damned upset when you went for Mabel’s throat!” Her voice was rising again, frustration coupling with her concern.

“I told you, I over reacted, I’ll get a handle on it. Please stop pushing.” He tried to sound calm, ignoring the rising panic within, desperate just to blurt out the truth, but knowing that doing so would cost him the little he had.

“No, I need to know what is going on,” she insisted.

“Kay, stop, please.”

She took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, all inappropriate thoughts from earlier gone from her mind, replaced only with worry over the obvious distress Shawn was in. Looking down at her hand on his skin, then back into those beautiful blue eyes, Shawn felt every inch of resolve within him crumble. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her cheek, draw her to him, take her lips with his own. In that moment it all felt so hopeless, all his efforts to bury his feelings, futile. He was never going to get past this. Without any conscious thought, the words slipped past his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“What??” Kay stepped back in surprise, releasing her hold on his arm. Shawn felt the loss like a cold knife to his heart. He looked at the shocked expression on her face, desperate to take back the words, to return her to her blissfully unaware state of just seconds ago. His brain scrambled for a response, for a way to save face, to salvage the friendship he had quite clearly just destroyed, to keep her in his life. But when he responded he seemed to have lost all control over his own mouth, as the words flowed without pause.

“I love you. I am in love with you. I have been since pretty much the moment we met. I love everything about you, your heart, your strength, the way you don’t take anyone’s shit, especially not mine. I wake up in the morning, and my first thought is of you. The highlight of my day is when I get to see your face, or even just hear your voice. I know that nothing is ever going to happen, even if you did date wrestlers, I am not the kind of guy you could ever think of that way. I’m an asshole. I know that. And a redneck to boot. But being your friend, being someone who not only gets to work with you, but to hang out, to talk to you, as a friend, that’s enough. Just to have that is enough. Just to be close to you is enough. I’ll get past this, maybe, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is for you to be happy, and to get to see that. But right now, I can’t help the way I feel. I can admit to feeling jealous when a guy flirts with you, and even more so when you flirt back, but I can deal with that . You’re not mine, you never will be, none of that is any of my business. But what I can’t deal with, what I won’t deal with, is guys like that talking shit about you. I couldn’t stand there and hear them say all those ugly things about you and just ignore it. I lost my cool. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have and I get that it is not my place, but it made my blood boil. And now its led me here, spouting all this shit, and I’m so gonna lose the one thing that was good in my life. Please, I’m sorry for being an ass. I can’t apologise to those guys, I won’t. But I can apologise to you for being unprofessional, and making you look bad. I know you have stood up for me when no-one else would, I know I let you down. Please, can we just forget everything I just said, put it down to my big mouth running off where it shouldn’t, let’s go back to being friends. I’m so sorry.”

Shawn’s whole body deflated as he finished his ramble. He should have felt self-conscious, stood there in only a towel, exposing himself even more emotionally than he was physically. But he couldn’t bring himself to care about any of that. He only cared that they could fix what he had so clearly messed up, self-destructing as ever.

Kay just stared at Shawn. She knew he had given a long, rambling speech, but in truth, everything after the first three words was something of a blur. He loved her? Shawn… was in love with her? Her addled brain began to digest some more of what he said. He thought she didn’t, couldn’t feel the same? That he wasn’t good enough for her? She couldn’t even begin to fathom a response to that.

“Kay?” There was a desperate edge to his voice. “Say something please. I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to say i...”

His words were cut short as she dove forward to capture his lips. A gentle hand traced the contours of his cheek, as the other caressed his shoulder, urging him towards her. That touch jumped started his momentarily frozen body into action. Kissing her back with all the love and urgency he possessed, his large hand caressed the back of her hair, running through her blonde locks, whilst the other, swept around her waist, resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. He realised his mistake as the towel he was strategically holding in place slipped from his body, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The pair staggered slightly from the force of the kiss, with Kay’s back coming to rest heavily against the bathroom door. Her hands greedily explored the expanse of his exposed back slowly making their way down. As she traced further, she faltered, realising that she was still touching naked skin rather than the towel she had expected. She pulled back slightly to look questioningly at Shawn.

“Apologies darlin', I don’t wanna seem like I’m getting ahead of myself or anything here, but ..”

“But suddenly I am feeling very overdressed,” she interrupted him, smiling mischievously.

Kay pushed back against Shawn, leaving him standing completely exposed in the centre of the room. Her eyes hungrily took in his fully naked form, unable to stop herself involuntarily licking her lips as she stared at his full, and very erect, cock. He masked his sudden feeling of vulnerability with a customary smirk. She took a confident step forward, reaching behind her back, and pulling the zipper on her dress down with one smooth motion. Shaking her arms, the dress slipped easily from her body, leaving her standing there in white lace shorts, and a paired lace bra. Shawn stared at her greedily, his heart pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to pinch himself to check that this wasn’t some particularly vivid dream. Kay slowly paced forward, reminding Shawn fleetingly of a predator stalking his prey. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leant forward to recapture his lips.

Determined to regain some semblance of power in this situation, Shawn’s arms went around her body, and lifted Kay from the ground, sweeping her legs around his waist. She squeaked in surprise, grinning into their kiss. Shawn strode over to the bed, kneeling down and lowering her gently to the surface, never once breaking the kiss. Once she was fully secured on the bed, he turned his attentions to her neck placing gentle kisses across her skin, slowly working down across her chest towards her breasts, the temptation of them in that angelic looking white lace too much for him to bear. Kissing across her cleavage, he realised that the bra fastened at the front, and desperate to release the garments hold, he paused to glance up at Kay. She smiled back down at him nodding at the question in his eyes, reaching forward to release the hook herself. Gently batting away her hands, causing a grin to spread further across her face, he reached for the clasp, feeling the moment the fabric broke apart, and her beautiful breasts fell free. He kissed each one reverently, gently stroking along the sides, causing shivers to dance through her body. A needy moan escaped her lips as his mouth covered her left nipple, tongue tracing delicately over the tip, his hand gently massaging the right. A part of him wanted to stay right where he was for the rest of his life, but the temptation to continue to explore her body overwhelmed him. Releasing her breast with a gentle pop, he continued his pursuit down her body, feeling the friction of his now throbbing cock against the bed sheet as he moved. He took a breath to control himself, not wanting to embarrass himself like a teenage boy blowing his load at the first sight of a naked girl. Regaining his composure, he continued his downward path, reaching the top of her lace shorts. Moving down the delicate garment, he breathed in her heady aroma, overcome with a desire to taste her. He could feel her writhing underneath his touch, as he reached for the edge of her shorts. Looking to her once more for affirmation, and receiving a heavy-lidded nod, he gently slid the shorts down her legs, discarding them to the floor. He turned back to admire his handiwork. Kay lay on his bed gloriously naked, her breast glistening from where his lips had been moments ago. He felt himself grow even harder, not having thought that was even possible he was so turned on. He leant down to fulfil his previous desire to taste her but was stopped as she reached for his arm.

“Shawn, I need you. Inside me. Now. Please.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, thick with desire. She reached out and pulled him back up her body. Claiming his lips once more, the pair poured all their passion and longing into the kiss. Breaking for air, Shawn stared deep into Kay’s eyes. “Are you sure?”, the self-doubt still lingering somewhere at the back of his voice. “Shawn, I have never wanted anything more in my life”, she returned, shifting slightly so her body was more fully under his. Kissing her again, Shawn lowered his pelvis to hers, parting her legs as he did so. Reaching down, he lined himself up and gently pushed forward. Kay raised to meet his motion, feeling a spasm of excitement course through her body as he entered her, his cock stretching her out in the most delicious way. Shawn thrust slowly forward, eliciting a pleasured moan from Kay’s lips. Once he was fully seated inside her, he stopped to look into her eyes. Returning his gaze, Kay gently stroked his face, unable to contain her smile. They kissed once again, this time filled with tenderness, as they slowly explored each other’s mouths, tongues entwining as he began his slow movements back and forth, each stroke deeper than the last, her body moving to match his rhythm and pace. Needing more she parted her legs further allowing him deeper still. Breaking the kiss to gain some desperately needed air, Kay arched in pleasure beneath him as she felt him stroking every nerve, so deep inside her, her body on fire with desire and pleasure.

“Shawn, oh god, I’m so close, oh god.” She could feel her climax building as he continued to move inside of her. “Fuck baby, feel so good, so perfect, god I love you” he gasped out, increasing the speed of his thrusts, pushing ever deeper inside her. “I love you too, oh god Shawn, I’m going to, oh god, Shawn, Shawn, Shawn”. His name fell from her lips over and over, unable to form any other words. He felt her come apart beneath him as her orgasm overtook her, triggering his own, feeling the pleasure roll off him. “Kay, Kay, oh god Kay” he gasped. Shawn collapsed, spent, onto Kay, overwhelmed in pleasure. As they both slowly came down from their high, Shawn lifted himself slightly, mindful not to let her carry his full weight, but not wanting to break their intimate embrace. As she caught her breath, he couldn’t resist capturing her lips once more, a kiss she returned with all the passion she could muster. Breaking once more for air, he pressed his face to hers. “I love you Kay”. She stared back into his eyes. “I love you too”.

Reluctant to move, but aware that she was potentially being crushed, Shawn gently eased himself up, slipping softly from her body. Her pouty expression at the loss caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but lean down in an attempt to kiss her once more. He relaxed his body as he did so, giving Kay the opportunity to once again take charge of the situation, as she rolled the pair so he was flat on his back and she was straddled across his lap, shaking the limply hanging bra from her shoulders as she did so. Shawn couldn’t help but follow the motion of her breasts as she made the move, enjoying the view this new position afforded him enormously.

“My turn,” Kay seductively whispered, as she leant down to caress the sensitive skin around his neck. As she slowly worked her way across his chest, Shawn could feel her already hardened nipples against his skin. She gently kissed his own nipples, teasing him with her tongue, causing him to twitch involuntarily. She ran her figure tips down his sides, noting the lack of ticklishness, and slowly began working her way down his body, following the trail of downy hair that worked its way towards his belly button. Placing a sloppy kiss there, she continued her downward trail. He could feel himself hardening already, breath hitching as she approached his semi-erect cock. Now level with his member she gently stroked the inside of his thighs, tracing the outline of his ball sack, before lovingly running her fingertips down his shaft. She smiled as he hardened further before her, gently wrapping her hand around him, givin.g him a slow stroke, while passing her thumb across his still dripping tip.

“Fuck” Shawn breathed. “That was kind of what I was thinking,” Kay replied. “Oh really? And what exactly were you thinking darlin'?” cocky grin back in place, as he pretended he still had some measure of control in this situation. Kay looked contemplative as she continued to stroke his cock with agonisingly slow motions. “Oh, I’m thinking all sorts of things” At her words he felt himself fully harden, refractory period be damned. “In fact, if I were to tell you all the things I’m thinking about doing right now, it would probably take a very long time. But what I am currently thinking about the most is how much I want to ride your beautiful cock,” she purred. “Well, who am I to deny a lady such a polite request?” he smirked back at her.

Rolling her eyes, Kay released her grip on him, sliding back up his body, sitting up straight so her still soaking opening pinned his erect cock to his abdomen. He took a moment to admire the view once more, raising a questioning eyebrow. She lifted herself up on her knees as he reached down to position his rigid member beneath her. She slowly lowered herself down, moaning deeply as he impaled her. Once she was fully seated, she took a moment to relish how gloriously full he made her feel. “Fuck Shawn, you feel so good, oh god...,” the last escaping her lips as he thrust up into her. Regaining her composure, she lunged forward pining his arms at the side of his head. “I believe the lady’s desire was to ride you” she pointedly told him. “Yes Ma’am” he grinned back at her. She, ground down on him deeply causing him to return her moan. Sitting back up, she began to ride him slowly, still adjusting to his size inside her. As she found her rhythm, she ran her hands down her own body, stopping to gently tease her own nipples. Thoughts of watching her pleasure herself ran through Shawn’s mind. He filed that away for a later date, because right now he wanted to be the one making her feel good. He quickly pushed her hands away, replacing them with his own. She threw her head back in pleasure as his ministrations increased, cupping her breasts and rubbing his calloused thumbs across her nipples. “Oh god Shawn, feels so good, so good.” “Yeah, you like that, makes you feel good”. “YES, yes, oh god I’m so close.” “Tell me what you need baby, talk to me.” “ I need, I need...,” Kay struggled to find the words as she felt the intense pleasure course thorough her body. “So close”, she moaned incoherently. Taking his cue, Shawn moved one hand from her breasts, down to where their bodies joined. Gently, he stroked around her pubic bone, searching for that magic spot to help her fall apart. His exploring finger found her clit, and gently applied pressure. As he hit the right spot she gasped in pleasure, causing him to increase his motion. Kay cried out as her orgasm overcame her, riding him through her waves of pleasure. “That’s it baby, I got ya, cum for me darlin” . “Oh my, Oh god, fuck, yes, oh Shawn, oh, oh.” “As she fell limply forward, Shawn moved his hands round her body, holding her in a gentle embrace as she came down from her high. He grinned to himself at just how damn vocal she was, and how fucking much that turned him on. She fucked like she lived, open and honest, giving herself fully to the task at hand. And that was so goddamn sexy.

Coming to her senses after the intensity of her second orgasm, and finally catching her breath, Kay raised herself up to look at Shawn. “What are you thinking?”, she asked, returning his question from earlier. “I’m thinking about just how damn sexy you look when you cum”. She smiled coyly at his compliment. “And I’m also thinking how much I wanna see you look like that again.” She bit her lip, “Yeah,”. “Oh yeah”.

Holding her tightly he swiftly reversed their positions once more, hardened cock still firmly inside her. She gasped at the motion, moaning at the feel of him moving against her sensitive walls. As he raised himself up, she arched towards him, feeling her desire hitch, despite the intensity of her previous orgasm.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked staring at her intently. She stared back at him, a thousand words flooding her mind. What did she want? She wanted this, she wanted Shawn. Everyday. Always. She wanted to spend every night in his arms. She wanted to make love to him over, and over again. She wanted to be with him. Everywhere. Anywhere. She searched his face, the implications of the question thick between them. Everything he had said earlier still hung in the air, and really, had she given him a proper answer? Despite his outward confidence she could see that flicker of the real Shawn underneath, the self-doubt, the insecurity. As desperately as her body wanted him to fuck her, her mind wanted to tell him how much he truly meant to her.

“I want you. Always”. His face broke into an uncertain smile, the hidden tension behind his eyes relaxing slightly. “Yeah?”. “Yes” she answered confidentially. “But right now, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. I need you so much Shawn, I need to feel you everywhere”. In response he thrust deeply inside her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. “You want me hard, fast. You sure you can handle that darlin’,” he challenged. In response she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside her. “I can handle anything you’ve got,” she retorted. Biting his lip, Shawn reached for her arms, pinning them above her head, against the headboard. She arched further into him, moaning in response. He pumped swiftly into her, increasing his pace as she gasped in pleasure. “This what you want baby?” “Oh Shawn, yes, like that, oh, god, fuck me, please, harder, fuck, yes”. Pushing up with his left arm, he raised his body, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, blindly driving into her, fucking her into the bed.

“You like fucking me Shawn” she gasped. “Oh god, yes”. “Tell me, tell me you like to fuck me” she pleaded, needing to hear him. “God, I fucking love fucking you Kay, you feel so good, so tight, so warm, so wet. I wanna fuck you till you cum, I wanna make you cum so hard, I wanna cum so hard inside you.” His words heightened her arousal even further, increasing the intensity of the waves of pleasure she was feeling. She felt like she could feel him in every nerve in her body, the combination of emotion and physicality almost overwhelming her. “Oh god baby, your so good, so perfect. I love the way you take my dick, the way you fit me like a goddamn glove. I could keep on fucking you forever, I wanna be right here, right inside you. Oh, fuck baby I’m gonna cum so hard inside you. Need you to cum for me baby, please oh god, I wanna watch you cum.” He could feel his arousal building, feel himself so close to cumming, determined to hold on until she was ready. He released his hold on her arms, using his now free right arm to support himself and let him push ever deeper into her. She gasped in pleasure, and he felt her body tighten. Thrusting deeply, he felt her convulsing around him, moaning out his name as she finally came. He watched her face as her orgasm passed over her, eyes wide open, cheeks flushed, still gasping out his name, As she opened even further for him, he felt himself slip deeper still, his own orgasm overcoming him, shooting thick ribbons of cum inside her. The sensation triggered another orgasm in her, as she shuddered around him, grabbing his face and kissing him sloppily as her body spasmed in aftershocks. As they broke the kiss, both breathless, he stared reverently down at the incredible woman beneath him, still barely able to believe this was all real. As she unhooked her legs, he lifted himself off her, causing her to wince slightly. “Are you okay, did I hurt you” the pleasure of moments ago replaced with the fear that he had taken it too far. She smiled “No, no, just a little achy. But in the best possible way.”

Reassured, Shawn lowered himself next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she continued to come down from her high and catch her breath. Looking round, he reached for his discarded towel on the floor and gently wiped the remnants of their shared pleasure from her still trembling body. Doing the same to himself, he threw the towel aside and laid back down, opening his arms, into which she willingly fell. They lay on the bed, his chest acting as her pillow, their bodies damp with perspiration, hers draped across his, sated and satisfied, as he gently stroked her hair. Intending only to stay like that for a few moments, neither realised when the other drifted into sleep.

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