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magnoliacharmed · 7 months ago

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18+, Shawn Michaels x Bret Hart one shot

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Tags: Lace panties, daddy kink, creampie, porn with feelings (they say "i love you")

Word count: 2491

Summary:

Shawn has a surprise for Bret.

Shawn stepped out into the beaming Texan sun, shielding his face with his hand while he squinted his eyelids. The parking lot of the strip mall was weirdly crowded for a weekday at noon. He wondered why no one was at work, then immediately remembered someone was probably thinking that about him too. Technically, he was at work. Or at least preparing for it. Having a good tan was a crucial part of being a wrestler as far as he was concerned.

Clutching a tiny black gift bag in his free hand, he made his way through the parking lot to his rental car. With the way the sun beamed off of the surface of cars and the blacktop of the lot, he wondered why he even bothered to stop at the tanning salon. A tan just as nice as the one he received from the salon could have been achieved by letting himself fry like an egg right there in between cars. When he threw himself into the driver's seat and tossed the bag behind him carelessly, he sighed. He just wanted the night to turn out well.

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Another show, another match, another win. Shawn was sweating like a sinner in church as he headed backstage, high fiving and waving at his adoring fans while he walked. It's not like it was a particularly hard fought match against Goldust. They'd ran it about a million times by this point in house shows around the country and it was beginning to get a little stale in his opinion. Despite it not being the most fulfilling experience, he was happy that he wouldn't be too exhausted after it. His sudden case of sweat could only be blamed on the contents of the gift bag that was burning a hole in the trunk of his car. Worst case scenarios flashed hot in his nerve-addled mind; what if some carjackers chose his vehicle out of all the ones at the arena? They'd steal the damn thing, pop the trunk looking for valuables, then bam! A pair of tights with "Shawn Michaels" scrawled on the back and a bag that had--

"What's your problem? You look like you're about to shit a brick."

"Huh?" The alarm in Shawn's voice shocked Diesel just the slightest. He seemed kind of coked up, like he'd snorted one bump too many.

"You're sweating. Your little mirrors are all wet." Diesel flicked a thick finger against one of the dangling mirrors on his vest.

"Shit. I'm good, man. Aaaaalllll good."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you're on, remind me not to take any tonight. You comin' out with us or are you headed home?"

Shawn shook his head no quickly. Luckily Austin was only around an hour, hour and a half drive away from his home in San Antonio. Whenever Diesel decided to head out, he was going to grab up his duffel bag and peel out of the arena in a hurry. If this conversation ever ended.

"Gonna head home. Not feelin' so hot tonight."

Diesel wanted to pry more at Shawn's strange behavior, but decided against it. Whatever problems he was causing himself, he didn't really feel like getting himself involved.

"Okay, well page me if you change your mind."

Diesel's eyes followed Shawn's laser-locked stare in the direction of Bret Hart. He gave Diesel a short nod as he walked past them, ignoring Shawn completely. He had an air of determination in his step, walking as if he didn't immediately head to the locker room right that second his night would be ruined. The muscles in his thick legs mesmerized Shawn with every step. Everything about Bret, from the way his oiled up arms gleamed under the lights like the cars in the lot earlier to his post-match fluffed out head of brown hair, got Shawn all twisted up. Shawn began to chew on his bottom lip absentmindedly, Diesel's words not registering in his mind.

"You fuckin' fiend."

Shawn blinked dreamily. What?

"What?"

"What?" Diesel mocked Shawn's accent. Added a little more drawl to it, to Shawn's amusement. "You may not be on anything tonight, but I can tell you need a hit of something."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A violent blush colored Shawn's cheeks. He was just too easy.

"Aww, so that's why your tan looks so fresh tonight. I was wondering why you were hitting the booth for a house show. You had to get all ready for your boyfriend."

Diesel made kissy noises at Shawn and laughed. He was so obvious when he had a crush. It was sweet when it wasn't so over the top. A quick punch to the arm, one with no real violence behind it, only made Diesel crack up harder.

"Have fun!" he called out as Shawn stomped away in the direction of Bret.

"Shut up!"

Shawn brushed past Bret leaving the locker room just as he was entering. As usual, his expression was relatively unreadable… to the average person. But Shawn was anything but average. Searching Bret's eyes, Shawn saw the embers of a fire beginning to light up.

"Already headed out?" He asked, tamping down any worry in his voice.

"Yeah. Got a little bit of a drive. Shouldn't you be on your way out too?"

"Yep, was just grabbing my stuff." Shawn jutted a thumb in the direction of his waiting duffel bag.

"Guess I'll see you soon, then."

"I have a surprise for you!"

Bret widened his eyes at Shawn's outburst. Is this why he was being so fidgety? All over a silly surprise?

"...Okay."

"You'll see it--" Shawn cleared his throat and coughed, lowering his voice to what he thought was a whisper. "Ahem, later."

"Alright, Shawn."

Bret turned away from the nervous man and began to head out to his car. He could be such a strange guy sometimes. Cute, but strange.

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Even though he left a few minutes after Bret, Shawn arrived to his home before him. He knew the drive like the back of his hand. Plus, he was speeding. Not so much though that he'd risk getting pulled over, and even worse, arrested. There was no way he'd be able to explain his mystery bag to a cop. He breathed a long sigh of relief as he shut his front door behind him, making sure not to lock it so Bret could walk right in. He peeled off his jeans and t-shirt, stripping completely down to nothing with every step towards his downstairs bathroom. Placing the gift bag carefully on the bathroom sink, he held his hands up at it as if it was about to get up and walk away. He had to be quick. Bret was pretty good with a map, but the Texas highways were still unfamiliar territory to him.

Shawn's shower was efficient. He took the extra few minutes he saved by being fast to assess his tan. It looked great, nice and even. The trunks he wore created an appealing tan line that he was sure Bret would appreciate, especially in tandem with the real star of the night. He raked a brush through his damp hair in a hurry. The sound of a car approaching signaled him to reach into the bag and finish the final part of his look. God, he hoped this all worked out.

Bret pulled into the driveway and shut his car off. It was time to find out why Shawn was being even weirder than usual. He could tell he wasn't high or drunk at the show-- he was a lot more loose with his words when that was the case. He was the opposite, a tightly wound ball of nerves that was very unlike him.

Bret approached the front door and reached up to knock. He stopped before his knuckles hit the wood. Something was telling him to turn the knob instead. When he twisted it to find the door unlocked, he was surprised to see that his instinct was correct.

"You should keep your door locked, you don't want any intruders-- Oh, wow."

Shawn's feelings of worry melted away when he heard the breathlessness in Bret's voice. He approached him slowly, pressing right into his personal space as he reached behind him to lock the door.

"What do you think?"

Before he was able to answer, Shawn pushed Bret down onto his couch. He wasted no time straddling him, a picture perfect sight that Bret was still processing in his mind. Dragging his eyes down his body, he came to rest on what Shawn was apparently so stressed about.

A pretty, white lace pair of panties.

They were bleach white, almost glowing against the tan surrounding them. Shawn's erection strained against them and tented the delicate fabric up invitingly. A tiny wet spot was starting to form against the surface of them, no doubt from how turned on Shawn got wearing them. The fabric was alien to him, yet at the same time felt normal, felt right.

Bret could only take ragged breaths. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't make the words leave his lips. Shawn reached to grab his hand and place it against his ass, wanting him to feel the stretch of the underwear there too.

"You like it, daddy?" Shawn whispered. He wrapped his arms around Bret's neck and stared down into his brown eyes, tilting his head to the side with the best "fuck me" eyes he'd ever given. Bret blinked once, then squeezed his hand against Shawn's ass. He'd never called him that before. The way it fell out of Shawn's mouth, all wrapped in lust and that accent of his only made Bret harder. It wasn't going to take much to get used to, that was for certain.

Bret maneuvered Shawn's body to place him on his hands and knees. He was impressed with how quickly Shawn managed to get into position, arching up just the right way so the panties caught between his cheeks. A flash of untanned skin that peeked from where the underwear had moved made Bret's breath hitch again.

"Fuck, you look good."

Shawn spread his legs open farther and smiled. Just what he wanted to hear.

"You bought these just for me to see?"

Shawn nodded, his head softly hitting the couch cushion. "Uh-huh."

"So I shouldn't rip them off then." Bret hooked a finger under Shawn's waistband and tugged impatiently.

"Not unless you wanna see them on me again."

Bret worked that over in his head. The ripping would have to wait. Maybe he'd buy Shawn a cheap pair just so they could be torn off. He reached over to the coffee table for a bottle of lube Shawn had remembered to leave out in the nick of time. Messily coating his index and middle finger, Bret used his other hand to move the panties to the side. Shawn's aching cock fell out from the fabric, hanging heavy and neglected below him. Bret pushed his fingers inside of Shawn's tight hole and felt his own dick twitch at the way Shawn groaned from the sensation. When he pushed back against him, fucking himself and begging for more, Bret knew he wouldn't be able to tease him for long.

"Need you, Bret. Need you," Shawn mumbled. His hole spasmed around Bret's fingers, eagerly awaiting what he really wanted.

"Who do you need?"

"You, daddy." Shawn wanted to jump for joy that Bret liked his new nickname for him.

Bret undressed faster than he ever had before. As soon as he'd kicked off his pants and lubed himself up, he pressed the tip of himself against Shawn's hole.

"Beautiful."

Shawn felt his eyes roll back in his head with Bret's first, smooth stroke inside of him. His body felt loose as he struggled to hold himself up. Bret fit perfectly inside of him, better than anyone else ever had. When he moved, a pace that Bret hoped seemed made him seem like he was in control instead of restraining himself, jolts of pleasure wracked through Shawn. As badly as he wanted to push himself farther onto Bret's cock, both his own body and Bret's strong hold on his hip kept him from doing so. He reached a hand down to stroke himself fast, grabbing what he could of the panties to feel them rub against his sensitive skin with every pull. His frenzied movements made his back muscles move mesmerizingly.

"Flip me around, please," Shawn's voice was soft and small under the sound of Bret's groans. "I'm close."

Bret was happy to have a second to breathe. He turned Shawn onto his back and thought he would come just from the way he looked up at him. Sweat soaked strands of blond hair cut across his face while his lips parted open sensually. A stream of precome leaked down his cock, staining the panties and turning them translucent.

"You drive me crazy, daddy."

A renewed vigor took over Bret's body like a specter. He dug himself deep inside Shawn, carving out a new space no one else would be able to fill. Shawn's breathy pleas for Bret to fuck him harder, deeper, just like that, were reverberating around Bret's skull like calls to battle. He would do whatever Shawn wanted, whatever he asked.

"Tell me-- tell me you love me, Bret."

"I fucking love you, Shawn. Daddy loves you."

Shawn gasped as he watched himself come. It leaked out in short spurts across his underwear, ruining it. Bret continued to fuck him through his orgasm, his pace getting faster now that Shawn had came. Bret's muscles tightened up at the base of his neck every time he thrusted. When Shawn gave him a lopsided smile and adjusted the panties around, moving them against and away from his dick to give Bret more access, he abruptly stopped moving. Seconds later he felt himself come deep inside of Shawn, an out of body experience he'd never had before. Bret pulled out and readjusted the underwear back into place just in time enough to watch his come leak out of Shawn's ass and into the fabric. Now they really were ruined with both his and Shawn's release making them damp beyond belief.

"Do you really love me?"

Bret stopped in his tracks on his way to Shawn's bathroom to turn to face him. "I wouldn't have let you call me… that. If I didn't. I'm not into it."

Shawn huffed out a short, smug laugh at Bret's seriousness. "Seems like you are."

"Well, I'm not. Don't expect it to happen again."

Shawn rolled his eyes and lazily stretched his body out like a house cat when Bret turned back around. "Mm-hmm, you got it. What color panties do you want me to wear next time, daddy?"

"Pink and black." Bret's voice was deadpan, the bathroom door shutting behind him with a strong click.

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double-vandammage · 5 months ago

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Title: Stripped

Word count: 2,192

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Shawn POV, Jealous!Bret, Strip tease, Pet names, Biting, Anal sex, hand jobs, play fighting

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Oh my this took a lot out of me. 🫣 I spent many nights wrestling with my thoughts on how to write a sexy strip tease and this was the result. I listened to Cherry Pie by Warrant more times than I care to admit to help move this thing along. It turned out WAY smuttier than my first Hartbreak fic I was originally embarrassed to write. 🥴

I got inspiration from the In Your House: HBK vs. Goldust Dark Match for the WWF Title (10/20/1996). That gave me a mixed bag of emotions and I am still thinking about it. 😵‍💫

Shawn waited for Bret leaning against the side of the ring. The stadium seats were vacant and shrouded in darkness save the overhead lights illuminating the empty ring. The match he had with Goldust was sure to have ruffled a few feathers, including one Hitman. The two had been messing around for months on and off. They would meet in private before, after, and in between various matches or promos. Nothing got Shawn going faster than when Bret would berate him in front of a live audience. Surprisingly enough Bret had made the first move. What began as a fistfight ended with a kiss. Shawn found himself backed into a wall, preparing for a punch. Instead he was met with Bret’s lips on his. It was lust at first fight.

“Quite the show you put on with Goldie.” came Bret’s low voice from out of the shadows. Shawn smiled, eyeing Bret’s delicious frame striding down the entrance aisle. “Aw, you know Goldie ain’t mean nothin’ by it.” he grinned. Bret placed his hands on either side of Shawn, bracing himself with the edge of the ring. “You kissed him.” Bret said, those dark eyes searching him. “All part of the act, sugar.” Shawn drawled, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Bret’s jeans, and tugging him closer. He moved in for a kiss, but Bret was quick to grab a handful of hair to stop him. Shawn let out a sharp hiss in response. “Not so fast boytoy.” Bret commanded, swiftly twisting Shawn around to face the ring. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson…get in the ring.” he growled into Shawn’s ear, nipping at the skin.

Shawn hurriedly jumped up and rolled under the ropes, standing to lock eyes with the Hitman. Bret began to leisurely make his way around the ring, never breaking his focus with Shawn. “Take off your clothes.” he demanded cooly. Bret was never usually this forward and never asked him to strip. May have had something to do with his entrance. Maybe. “Really?” Shawn asked, eyebrows raised. Bret stopped, “Now.” he ordered. “Well okay darlin’.” Shawn beamed, moving center stage. He wasn’t used to a party of one and no music, but who was he to argue with Bret The Hitman Hart?

He watched as Bret pulled a chair from under the ring, setting it up in the aisle. He had strategically placed the chair just before the overhead lights, obscuring the older man from Shawn’s view. Shawn shrugged out of his jacket first, swinging it a few times before letting it fly. Slowly he undid his belt buckle, gliding the strap from his waist. He paraded around as he usually did, untucking his t-shirt and giving Bret just a peak of his chest and stomach before covering back up. He removed his hair tie, giving his head a few good shakes to show off his soft blonde hair. Shawn knew how much Bret secretly salivated over how his lengthy hair would cascade past his shoulders and down his back.

He fell to his knees, bringing his t-shirt back up to expose his stomach and chest again, placing the hem of the t-shirt in his mouth. Unfastening the button and zipper of his jeans, he leaned back to then kick off his boots. Bret remained reserved, continuing to hide in the black. “You can join me anytime Bret baby.” he cooed, shedding his t-shirt and flinging it to the side. He lied down, stretching out on the mat, and began to sluggishly peel off his jeans. He slid his boxers down just enough for Bret to admire the cut of his hips. “Leave 'em on.” Bret said sharply, voice echoing. “Ya wanna take ‘em off cowboy?” Shawn teased, biting his lower lip. The chair Bret was sitting in, scraped across the floor as he stood up. Shawn’s heart began to race with anticipation as Bret approached him, his dick already hard.

Bret entered the ring in between the ropes, kneeling to crawl towards Shawn, and moving among his legs. He kissed his knee, beginning a careful ascent with his lips to his thigh and hip. Bret’s fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them only to expose the heart tattoo above his ass. Shawn was well aware of Bret’s stance on his tattoos, he heard it regularly during the show but now he only seemed too pleased to see it. Bret licked at the tattoo, tenderly sucking at the skin. He shifted back to kiss his inner thighs, taunting Shawn’s erection. His breath caught as Bret bit down on his flesh. “Holy Jesus, don’t keep me waiting.” Shawn begged, his hands finding Bret’s mess of hair, trying to guide him towards his dick. Instead Bret rose to a standing position, holding Shawn’s legs in the air. “Oh shi-, oh come on!” he managed to squeak out before he was forced and curled into a sharpshooter.

Shawn felt his back scream as Bret contorted his body and held fast with his most notorious move. “Fuckin’ ow.” he wheezed, scrabbling against the mat. Bret gritted his teeth, adamant in keeping Shawn stuck. “How you doin’ boytoy?” he asked, mocking. Shawn smiled, “Jokes on you mark man, I’m only getting more turned on.” Bret squeezed, tightening his hold. “Is that so?” he freed Shawn, allowing his legs to flop to the floor. Not wasting any time, Bret flipped him; his back smacking harshly into the mat. Bret pried off Shawn’s boxers, nearly tearing them to reveal his slick and pulsing member. “He sure is happy to see ya.” Shawn said, highly amused. Hastily in an effort to avoid another opening for Bret, he knocked Bret’s feet out from under him, and caught him in a headlock.

“Fuck.” Bret snarled. “Not much fun being on the receiving end huh?” he jabbed. Shawn knew he would much prefer for Bret to be inside him right about now, but holding him in a naked headlock was too good. He could practically feel Bret’s seething annoyance. “Are you ready to play nice?” he asked, continuing his solid grip on Bret’s neck. “Not quite.” he grunted, slithering out of his grasp to firmly wrench Shawn’s arm up and behind his back. Again he found himself face first into the mat, Bret letting his full weight rest on top of him. “Ah– god damn.” he panted into the ground. Bret leaned down, kissing the length of his shoulder and running his tongue up the side of his throat. He sank his teeth into his skin, biting him again. Shawn winced, a mix of pain and delight flooding his body.

Bret fumbled around for his jacket pocket, withdrawing a condom and small tube of lubricant. “Such a boy scout.” Shawn groaned, as Bret began to work him open, inserting his fingers leisurely one by one. He could sense Bret’s impatience, wanting badly to punish him. He closed his eyes, listening to the shuffle of Bret undoing his pants and pushing them down. He inhaled sharply as he felt Bret enter him. Bret let his head fall onto Shawn’s back, his breath hot against his flesh. He kept one hand attached to Shawn’s hip while the other continued to contain his arm behind his back. Bret sank into him slowly at first with each thrust becoming more and more vigorous. “Bret baby…” he whined, reaching to touch his own leaking cock.

“I don’t think so.” Bret said, bending Shawn’s arm to join the other; preventing any further movement. “Oh fuck you.” Shawn moaned with agony. He squirmed under the weight of the Hitman driving his dick deeper, keeping his rhythm unrelenting. The side of his cheek rubbed into the mat as he turned to whip away his long hair clinging from his face. His body was already drenched with sweat. After what felt like an eternity of depriving the desperate ache between his legs, Bret began a rapid stroke to match the pace of his hips. Shawn’s body turned weak, unable to sustain the arch in his back. He had no more snarky remarks left, he was reduced to whimpering nonsense.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” Bret gasped. Shawn was in a haze, Bret’s motions becoming more erratic as he pounded into him. He felt Bret’s teeth rake at his shoulder, biting down harshly and grunting a string of obscenities as he came. Shawn yelped over the sudden sting at his shoulder, it was definitely going to leave a mark. The sensation would only fuel his pleasure, threatening to throw him off the edge. Bret licked at the fresh wound he inflicted, causing Shawn’s heart to stutter. “Motherfucker-…” he choked, his face still rigid against the mat. Bret remained inside of him, dick pulsing. Shawn’s arms were released, sore from being restrained. He steeled himself as Bret kept him propped on his knees. Bret continued to pump his cock, his cadence turning torturously slow.

Shawn thrashed around in a frenzy, his hips bucking into Bret’s fist. He knew as another form of punishment, Bret was only going to let Shawn cum on his terms. Bret lowered their bodies to relax onto the mat so he could nuzzle his face into the back of Shawn’s head. “You gonna behave?” Bret muttered, his words muffled through Shawn’s damp hair. “God no.” Shawn exhaled, ready to blow through his fervent euphoria. His answer to his amazement was well received as Bret quickened his strokes. He believed Bret inwardly relished his constant disobeyment, otherwise they wouldn’t be fucking around like they were.

Bret held Shawn in place as he came, white strands coating his palm and dripping onto the ring. Shawn was instantly flipped over to face him, as if Bret wanted to admire his work. He knew his face was flushed, hair wet and wild. His body trembling as he tried to adjust from the convulsions of his orgasm. Shawn met Bret’s stare, his eyes conveying possibly something more than just lust. Bret ran his fingertips along the bite mark he had indented on his neck, “Shit…” he said concerned. They typically hid their bites and bruises well, but they weren’t always careful. Occasionally and usually Shawn had to be creative with his wardrobe to conceal their enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it.” Shawn said, bringing his hand up to caress the skin of Bret’s forearm.

Bret rolled off of Shawn to lie flat on his back. They never spent much time together afterwards, it was always just sex and nothing more. Shawn moved to his side, propping a hand behind his head to rest on his elbow. He reached out to wipe the sticky hair from Bret’s forehead. He knew he was lingering too long as he began to trace the outline of his face, his fingers languidly smoothing Bret’s bottom lip. Bret shied away from his touch, “Stop Shawn…” he said, his voice horse. “Okay.” Shawn said as he watched Bret hoist his pants back up. He selfishly wondered if Bret was sleeping with anybody else backstage. Shawn reached for his discarded boxers and slipped them back on. Bret was usually the one to bounce as soon as his appetite was satisfied. Shawn found he was longing for some semblance of affection from the older man.

“I gotta go.” Bret stated, straightening his clothes. Shawn in a bleak attempt to keep Bret just minutes more, grabbed the lapels of Bret’s jacket to drag him forward. Shawn’s lips were starving for a kiss he was denied. To his surprise Bret returned the kiss, his hands on Shawn’s waist pulling him closer. They kissed until both of their lips were red and swollen. Bret broke away first, their breathing shallow. Shawn held fast to Bret’s jacket, urging him to stay. “Bret…I-” he stammered. Bret gently pushed his hands away, his mouth forming a hint of a smile. “Gotta go.” he repeated. Shawn sighed, his hands fidgeting. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He watched as Bret departed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. Shawn followed, but stopped short in front of the ropes. He leaned over, watching Bret’s shape disappear into the darkness of the arena. He foolishly hoped Bret would reconsider and choose to spend the rest of the night in his hotel room.

He never expected their relationship to become more than just casual. If anything, he thought Bret would form an attachment first. The Heartbreak Kid with a broken heart. Total bullshit. He collected the rest of his clothing and got redressed outside the squared circle. The overhead lights were suddenly too bright and too hot. Time to go. He gave the ring one last glance, the remnants of their affair still drying on the mat. Shawn snickered quietly, shaking his head. It wasn’t the first time he had a sexual encounter in the ring and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was also never sure he and whomever he was with was completely alone either, but he didn’t care.

Shawn made his own way out of the arena, already scheming on how best to infuriate his Hitman in a match once again.

#fanfic #fic #a03 #hartbreak #bretshawn #bret hart x shawn michaels #goldust (mentioned)#wwf ships #ns/fw #smut

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tameodesza · 9 days ago

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All Good Things Come in Threes

❥ ・ Summary: Shawn, Hunter, and Bret’s first time as a throuple

❥ ・ a/n: this got long....bleaching my brain after writing this, lol. Smut ahead! AO3. Part of this au

They headed upstairs in a rush, feet landing on carpeted steps in soft thuds. Shawn led the way, each of his hands clasped in Hunter’s and Bret’s as they neared the bedroom. There was an air of excitement, a giddiness that bubbled over into nervous smiles and timid curiosity over the night they would share.

Hunter was, admittedly, more nervous than the other two. Though they’d been together for months at this point, it’d taken just as long for them to reach a level of intimacy they were all comfortable with – mainly Hunter. Hand holding, cuddling, and sweet kisses had become their happy medium. But Hunter had his reservations when it came to sex.

It was a conversation they should've had long before tonight. One where they could be completely open about their desires, their needs, and their boundaries. But Hunter had always been the one to put it off, either promising to talk about it later or using the excuse of being too tired from work to talk about it, leading Shawn and Bret to have their own discussions without him.

In reality, Hunter was buying more time, hoping the idea of a threesome would be put on the backburner. But in the passing months, Bret and Shawn’s attraction grew stronger, touches lingered, and kisses became so passionate they’d have to force themselves apart. When Hunter returned home from work to find the two nearly dry humping each other in the living room, he knew they could no longer ignore the sexual tension that had built.

Hunter closed the door behind them, unsure on where to begin. The same couldn’t be said for Bret. He was on Shawn as soon as he heard the door click shut, tugging the blond over into a fiery kiss. His tongue breached Shawn’s lips almost too eagerly as their hands impatiently roamed each other's body.

Bret had teetered on the edge of restraint for far too long. He’d respected the couple’s wishes, agreeing to not have sex until Hunter was ready. But that was no easy feat when Shawn constantly threw himself at him, flirting and teasing Bret until the older man would kiss the breath out of him.

It became even harder for Bret every time he woke up in the middle of the night, overhearing Shawn and Hunter having sex. He would listen in, Shawn’s moans and Hunter's grunts filling his ears like a soft melody. Judging by Shawn's muffled cries, Hunter must’ve been packing. Bret spent many nights masturbating to the sound of their love making, fantasizing about the day he’d finally have the two of them to himself.

Hunter stood aside watching their kiss deepen into a sloppy exchange of wet tongues and clashing teeth. Bret’s shameless dominance left him feeling lost and unsure on how the three of them would make this work. Though he and Bret had developed a connection, it was apparent that Shawn was the main prize. And Hunter wasn't interested in having a dick measuring contest. Literally.

Hunter approached Shawn from behind, placing a possessive hand on his hips. Shawn tore away from Bret with a smile, angling his neck to find Hunter’s lips. They met in a tender kiss, slower and gentler than what he and Bret shared. But Shawn knew it was what Hunter needed – a soft reminder that he wanted this with the both of them.

Bret kissed Shawn's neck, sucking hard enough to leave his mark. He rolled his hips forward, pressing against the tent in Shawn's. A light moan rumbled in Shawn’s throat at the pressure. He broke away from Hunter with a quiet gasp as he grinded against Bret. Hunter dipped his head into the blond’s shoulder as Shawn’s ass simultaneously pressed on his dick.

The three of them moaned in unison, their bodies writhing in sync. Shawn gave a slack smile, relishing in being sandwiched between his beefy men. He’d had far too many wet dreams thinking of this moment. Now that it’s here, he was going to savor every bit of it.

Bret nipped at Shawn’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. The blond pressed harder against him, earning a low grunt from Bret. “You’re a needy little thing, aren't you?”

Shawn smirked. “You're catching on.”

Bret glanced over Shawn’s shoulder, meeting Hunter’s eyes. He gave a lopsided smile before placing a light hand on the back of Hunter’s neck. Hunter’s shoulders relaxed at the touch and Bret tugged him forward into a light kiss. The invisible barrier between them fell as they melted into a kiss that held so much meaning. It was a silent truce, a mutual understanding that they weren’t enemies fighting over territory. They were allies, united in their love for Shawn.

The soft kiss soon turned heated when Bret’s tongue slipped past Hunter’s lips, mouths mashing together and pulling apart just to meet again. Shawn’s dick twitched as the sound of their wet smooches hit his ears. There was nothing hotter than seeing his burly men tonguing each other down, and Shawn craved to be a part of it.

He drew himself closer until he made his way in, lips merging to form a three-way kiss. It was a hot and heavy blend of clashing tongues, groping hands, and warm mouths greedily latching onto each other. Things quickly escalated as they tugged at loose fabric, shedding their clothes layer by layer. Hunter was down to his boxer briefs when he felt a firm hand press against the outline of his cock. He was sure the bold move came from Shawn, but was surprised when he looked up to see Bret.

“Knew you were a big boy.” Bret's lustful eyes traveled to Hunter’s bare chest. “Nice pair of tits, too.”

Hunter went red as Bret shamelessly ogled over his body. Now, Hunter wasn’t a modest man. But when it came to sex, he was a man of few words. He and Shawn let their bodies do the talking, dirty talk spewed sparingly in the throes of passion. But Bret was vocal, unafraid to spill the filthy thoughts on his mind.

Bret’s vulgarity seemed to encourage Shawn to voice his own dirty thoughts. He said with a hint of pride, “Just wait until you see what that big dick can do.”

Hunter felt like an item on display, flattered yet flustered at their attention. Even more so when he dropped his boxers and their eyes went straight between his legs.

Bret gave a nod of approval, turning to Shawn with a knowing look. “Ready?” Shawn nodded, and Bret gave him a sweet peck, whispering, “Good. Let me know if it’s too much. Just like we talked about.”

At that, Bret’s soft demeanor hardened as he backed away with a darkening expression. “On your knees.”

Hunter was taken aback by the change in tone. Shawn nodded obediently before lowering himself to the ground. Hunter watched in awe, surprised yet somewhat fascinated at seeing the roles reversed. He usually followed Shawn’s lead, allowing the blond to call the shots in the bedroom. But with the addition of Bret, there seemed to be a clear shift in power dynamics.

Bret loomed over Shawn, fingers treading through soft blond hair. “Good boy.”

A smile reached Shawn as he perked up at the praise. His eyes flitted between Bret and Hunter’s cocks, eager to please. Bret caressed Shawn’s cheek before rubbing a thumb against Shawn’s lips.

“Nice and plump,” he noted. He pushed against Shawn’s mouth and the blond opened, giving Bret’s thumb an experimental lick before sucking on it. Bret let out a shaky breath. “Hunter, you’re one lucky man.”

Hunter barely heard his name, too enthralled in what was happening. “We both are.”

Shawn bobbed his head on Bret’s thumb, deepthroating it to give Bret a show. Bret exhaled, “Such a tease.” He removed his thumb, placing his hand at the base of his cock to slowly stroking himself. “How about you show us how good that mouth is.”

Shawn inched towards Bret, eyeing the bead of pre come shining at the tip of his cock. “Ah, ah,” Bret stopped him. “Where are your manners? Hubby first.”

Shawn looked up at Hunter with a seductive grin, low-lidded eyes locked on his husband as he grabbed ahold of his cock. Shawn licked the tip, lapping his tongue at the head before taking Hunter into his mouth. He moaned along the shaft, feeling Hunter fully harden against his tongue. He took in as much as he could, only stopping when he felt Hunter hit the back of his throat.

Hunter shut his eyes, dipping his head back in a low groan. “Oh, Shawn. Yes, baby. Oh, yeah.”

Bret flashed an impressed grin. “Good job. But you barely fit. Seems like you could use some help.”

Bret suddenly gripped at Shawn’s scalp, forcing the blond sink lower than he’d ever been. Hunter’s eyes shot open at the wave of pleasure that rushed through his body. He looked at Shawn, concern slowly rising at seeing the tears collecting in Shawn’s eyes as he gagged on his cock.

Bret held Shawn’s head down for a few seconds before yanking him off. Shawn coughed uncontrollably, struggling to catch his breath as spit dripped from his lips. Before Hunter could check on him, Shawn was on him again, vigorously sucking his dick while stroking the rest of the way with his hands.

“Oh, god,” Hunter strained, his expression contorted in unbelievable pleasure.

Shawn had always been great at sucking dick, but Hunter had never experienced it this intensely. Shawn moved like he had a purpose, like he had something to prove. And maybe he did with Bret being his audience.

“That a boy,” Bret encouraged. “Such a good little cock whore.”

Bret tapped his dick against Shawn’s cheek, signaling the blond to give Hunter a break. Shawn slid off Hunter, eyes locked on Bret’s as he took in the man’s girthy dick. He expertly hallowed his cheeks, brows furrowed as he moved down Bret’s shaft until he was nose-deep in thick pubic hair.

Bret groaned deeply, toes curling into the carpet. His hand flew to the back of Shawn’s head, tugging on the blond’s hair to guide him up and down his shaft. “Fuck yeah. Keep that up. Suck it just like that. Fuck.”

Hunter swallowed thickly, aroused at the lewd display. It should have felt shameful, degrading even, to watch his husband suck off another man. But there was no denying how erotic it was. How perfect Shawn looked on his knees. How Bret’s veiny cock fit perfectly in his mouth. How Shawn took him with ease. How Bret’s abs tightened with every tug of Shawn’s lips. How tantalizing it looked as sweat dangled at Bret's man’s chin before dropping and trickling down his tan chest.

Hunter was starting to see Bret in a different light. It was no secret by now that he was attracted to the man. But the insatiable hunger that stirred inside of him far surpassed attraction – he lusted for him.

Hunter cupped Bret's face, smashing their lips together into a rough kiss. Bret moaned against his lips as he thrusted his dick into Shawn's mouth. Shawn gave a long hard suck before pulling off and going back to Hunter’s cock. He kept this up, taking turns sucking off Bret and Hunter until he got the bright idea to put both of their cocks in his mouth. Their sensitive tips bumped against the other trying to fit in Shawn’s wet cavern, sending a shiver down both of their spines.

Bret instinctively bucked into the blond’s mouth, causing Hunter to groan at the friction. “We’re gonna have our way with you tonight.” Bret grunted. “That’s what you want, huh? You want us to fill you up?”

Shawn nodded urgently, pulling off their cocks to answer, “Yes. Please.”

“Good. Because we’re gonna fuck you so hard, so won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

Shawn wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise, but either option excited him.

They moved to the bed, Bret lying flat on his back as he guided Shawn to squat over his face. “Bring your sexy ass here.”

Shawn placed his feet on either side of Bret’s head, setting his hands on the headboard to help support his weight. Bret raised his hands to rub at Shawn’s soft mounds, spreading his cheeks. A tremble rippled through Shawn as Bret’s tongue swiped along his ass. Bret got his entrance nice and wet before inserting a finger to stretch him open.

Hunter sat at the other end of the bed, curiosity in his eyes as he looked at Bret’s fully erect cock. He gripped the base, giving it a few slow strokes before wrapping his mouth around him.

Bret groaned deeply, his mouth vibrating against Shawn’s ass. “Shit, Hunter. Holy fuck.”

Shawn looked over his shoulder, watching Hunter bob his head on Bret’s cock. He suddenly threw his head back, gasping when Bret inserted another finger. He gripped the headboard tighter, grinding his hips down onto Bret’s face.

Their foreplay seemed to stretch on in agony, Shawn becoming more desperate with each passing second. He’d basically been fucking himself, riding Bret’s tongue to hit a certain spot Bret knew he was searching for. Bret felt the tension rising in Shawn’s body, and tapped his leg, signaling him to get up.

“Hands and knees.” Bret slid off the bed, a smug look in his eye as Shawn raced to get on all fours. He stood in front of Shawn, telling Hunter, “He’s all yours.”

Hunter lubed up his fingers, a bit more cautious than Bret when it came to prep. Shawn shivered, nerves high in anticipation. Bret lowered himself, kissing the blond as Hunter further stretched him open. Shawn broke from the kiss with a sharp intake when Hunter’s cock pricked his entrance.

Bret softly shushed him. “Shh, you can take it. You know you can. Let your hubby fill that tiny hole. There you go. Such a good boy. You’re taking his dick so well, baby.”

Shawn whimpered in return, Bret’s filthy praises riling him up. Hunter kept his pace slow and even to loosen up Shawn. When Shawn became more comfortable, he clenched around Hunter’s cock, tugging the skin in a way that tested Hunter’s restraint.

Hunter tightened his grip on Shawn’s waist. “Fuck, Shawn. Ah, yeah. Baby, that feels good.”

Bret watched from the sidelines, lazily pumping his dick as Hunter’s thrusts quickened. “Fuck him just like that, Hunter. Make him forget his own name.”

That’s exactly what Hunter had done, his pace building until he was pounding into the blond. His balls slapped rapidly against Shawn’s skin, reddening his ass on each stroke. Shawn was nearly in tears, moans pouring from his mouth as heat pooled in his stomach. He lowered himself, pressing his chest flat against the sheets, arching his ass high as Hunter continued to fuck him.

A cry broke from Shawn when Bret reached between his legs to stroke his flopping cock. His breathing quickened, incoherent noises pouring from his mouth at the overstimulation.

“There you go, baby. Take that fucking dick,” Bret egged him on. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

Shawn gave a pathetic nod, not able to form a sentence. Bret held his gaze until he saw that starry look in his eyes. The blond was right on the edge of where he wanted him.

Bret suddenly pulled his hand away from Shawn. “Stop,” he told Hunter.

Hunter’s hip stuttered, his pace slowing to weak thrusts that had Shawn whining for more. He breathed heavily, his face twisted in confusion and a hint of frustration. “What the hell, man?”

Bret held his hands out defensively, sensing Hunter’s annoyance. “Trust me.”

Hunter gave an exasperated sigh before pulling out. Shawn shuddered at the loss, whimpering lightly as Bret brushed his hair away from his sweaty face. “You wanna come?”

Shawn perked, his eyes slightly glazed over. “Yes...please. I-I need it.”

Bret kissed his temple, whispering. “You’ve gotta earn it. Be a good boy, and don’t come until I say so. Understood?”

Bret waited until Shawn nodded before standing. He met Hunter’s questioning eyes with a coy smile, motioning for him to continue.

Hunter had so many questions, but now wasn’t the time to ask. He entered Shawn again, picking up where they left off. Bret sighed contently, stroking himself as he watched Shawn’s arousal build up again. He tapped his dick on Shawn’s lips.

“Open up.”

Shawn leveled himself on his elbows before opening his mouth. At the sight of his pink tongue, Bret drove his dick inside. A deep groan left his lips, Hunter’s powerful thrusts pushing Shawn deeper onto his cock. Bret combed his fingers through Shawn’s hair, pulling it back into a ponytail before holding his head in place and skull-fucking him. Shawn's jaw went slack, bringing Bret deeper into his mouth.

Shawn was trapped. There was nowhere to escape as his body was used like a sex doll. It felt almost demeaning, like he was a piece of property, a mere toy meant to be shared between Bret and Hunter. Yet, he loved every second of it.

Shawn’s squelching filled the air as Bret rammed into his mouth. Spit dribbled from his lips, coating Bret’s dick in a thick layer before leaking down his chin, darkening the sheets below him. Bret suddenly shoved Shawn’s head all the way down, not letting up until he felt Shawn tap his leg. He pulled the blond off, a string of saliva connecting his dick to Shawn’s lips.

Bret gave Shawn a ferocious kiss, tasting his dick on the blond’s tongue. “Ready to tap?”

The simple question was Bret’s way of checking in, giving Shawn an opportunity to back out while they were ahead. It was hard to think clearly with Hunter still fucking him, but Shawn knew he didn’t want this feeling to stop.

Instead of responding, he reached for Bret’s dick, opening his mouth in a silent plea for more. Bret flashed a wicked grin before plunging his dick into Shawn’s mouth, fucking his face mercilessly. After gagging Shawn once more, Bret pulled back, lightly slapping the blond’s cheek. “Ah, that’s so fucking good. You like sucking dick, don’t you?Huh, slut?”

Hunter’s slowed his hips, worry etched onto his face. Though he’d been drowning in his own pleasure, he’d kept a watchful eye on the two, noticing Bret get increasingly rough with Shawn. His mind screamed at him to intervene, to stop it from escalating. He needed to tell Bret to dial it back, to inform him and he and Shawn didn’t operate that way. But he was held back by Shawn’s reaction, the blond seeming unphased, even begging for it like this was exactly what he wanted.

Hunter tucked it away for a later conversation, his thoughts getting foggy the moment Shawn threw his ass back. Bret pulled from Shawn’s mouth, watching closely as the blond neared his end before ripping it away again. Shawn had been on the brink of climaxing multiple times that night, just to be denied the luxury of coming. Hunter didn’t understand it initially. But it began to make sense as Shawn grew needier after each denial, more desperate to please his men until they found him worthy enough to come.

Hunter’s back arched against the sheets as Shawn bounced on his cock, riding him so hard he thought he saw stars. Hunter had half the mind to tell Shawn to ease up, but Shawn showed no signs of stopping as Bret’s words echoed in his mind: ‘Don’t stop until he comes.’

That wouldn’t be long for Hunter, climax rising as Bret’s sucked on his balls. “Ah, shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, Shawn. Baby, I’m-”

As Hunter neared his climax, he brought a hand to Shawn’s dick, pumping it rapidly until Shawn came harder than he had in quite some time, sheets of white landing on Hunter’s chest in quick spurts. Hunter spilled a heavy load in Shawn, balls twitching against Bret’s tongue as he came. Shawn flopped onto Hunter’s chest, their heartbeats beating in tandem as they came down from their high.

Bret rose up, kneeling behind Shawn as he tutted, “Oh, Shawn. You naughty boy. I told you not to come. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

Shawn was out of it, barely registering Bret’s voice. Bret roughly lifted Shawn’s hips, the blond hissing as Bret slid him off of Hunter’s cock. Suddenly, Bret plunged into the blond’s ass that was slick with Hunter’s come. High pitched moans left Shawn as Bret slammed directly on his abused prostate, fucking him through his aftershock.

Shawn looked to Hunter in a silent cry, brows drawn as waves of intense pleasure crashed on him over and over again. Hunter brought Shawn’s forehead to his. “I’ve got you, baby,” Hunter reassured. "I’ve got you.”

Shawn was abruptly pulled away when Bret lifted him up by the hair, arching the blond’s back as he continued to drill into him. He raised a hand to grip Shawn’s face, forcing him to look at Hunter.

Bret growled, “Look at him. Tell him how good I’m fucking you.”

Shawn breathed quick short breaths, body shaking in sensory overload. “Hunter, it...it feels so good, baby...He’s fucking me so good. Oh, Bret, fuck me. Fuck! Bret! AH!”

Hunter watched from below conflicted, insecurities creeping up as lust no longer clouded his mind. It was weird. He was fine watching Shawn kiss Bret. Even fine seeing him give Bret a blowjob. But watching him get fucked by Bret, watching him call out another man’s name, felt...odd. As for why his mind seemed to draw the line at fucking, Hunter had no idea. But he pushed the feeling aside, not wanting to ruin their moment.

Bret wrapped a tight hand around Shawn’s neck, lightly choking him until strained breaths barely escaped. Shawn’s eyes rolled up in pleasure, eyes watering at how good he felt. Bret then loosened his grip, breath returning to the blond right before he came. His loud cries carried through their home as streaks of white decorated Hunter’s chest yet again. Bret came not too long after, filling Shawn’s ass until it overflowed with his and Hunter’s come.

Bret slowly pulled out and rolled onto his side with deep breaths, barely able to function. Shawn dropped down onto Hunter’s chest, completely spent. Hunter held Shawn’s trembling body close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear to help him calm down. Bret joined him, throwing a supportive arm around Shawn’s waist.

Bret whispered, “We’re done, Shawn. It’s ok. It’s over. You were so good, baby.” He placed a delicate kiss on Shawn’s temple, watching his eyes flutter at the touch.

Hunter scratched gently as Shawn’s scalp. “We’re here for you, baby. Not going anywhere.”

Shawn snuggled into Hunter’s chest before reaching to bring Bret closer. Bret scooted over, and Shawn sighed at the warmth of his body. Bret and Hunter glanced at each other, their expressions timid until Bret gave a small smile.

Hunter’s lips slowly curved, beckoning Bret closer for a quick peck. The kiss was reassuring, their respect for each other still standing. Despite Hunter’s conflicting emotions, there was no one else he’d rather share Shawn with than Bret. They shifted so that Shawn was in between them, smothered in their arms.

Aftercare had been long and tedious, Bret and Hunter taking the time to dote on Shawn hand and foot. They were a team, their soft touches and hushed voices meeting every need to remind Shawn that he was cared for.

After a nice warm shower, they crawled into bed, Bret being the first to tap out for the night. ‘Guess my ass put him to sleep,’ had been Shawn’s conclusion. He was joking, but Hunter wouldn’t have been surprised if that were the case.

Hunter stroked a thumb along Shawn’s cheek, a fond look in their eyes as they basked in the quiet moment. Shawn’s eyes fluttered with every stroke, sleep soon calling his name. As he began to drift, he softly whispered, “Thank you, Hunter.”

A faint smile tugged at Hunter’s lips. “Hmm? For what?”

“Everything. For tonight. I know we’re still new at this and haven't figured everything out yet. But thank you...for trying.”

Hunter exhaled as he brushed light fingers over the bruises Bret left on Shawn’s neck. He contemplated voicing his concerns, the thoughts he’d shoved away all night slowly coming to surface. He wanted to know why Shawn let Bret manhandle him the way he did. To point out that Shawn had never been that way when it was just the two of them. To question if there were any other hidden desires Shawn craved that he didn’t know about.

But the serenity on Shawn’s expression, the peace and contentment that radiated off of the blond stopped him. Now wasn’t the time for hard-hitting questions. That would come another day.

“Anything for you, babe.” Hunter leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Shawn’s lips. “Get some rest, ok?’

“Ok,” Shawn yawned, closing his eyes. But he opened them again at a passing thought. “Oh, one more thing.”

"What is it, sweetheart?”

“Bret wants to fuck you. Well, actually, he wants you to fuck him.”

Hunter’s eyes went as wide as flying saucers, stammering his words in fluster. “I- wha- what?”

Shawn shushed him, looking back to see that Bret was still asleep. He quietly snickered, “Why are you so surprised?”

“I-I just, I didn't know he felt that way.”

“He was too shy to tell you. I believe his words were,” he cleared his throat to give his best Bret impression. “‘I want to see what that big dick can do to me, next.’”

“...and you’re ok with this?”

“Of course. It’d be selfish of me to keep your dick all to myself.” Hunter blinked as if he were having a computer error, earning another giggle from Shawn. “Just think about it. No pressure.”

“Ok. Ok, yeah. We’ll see.”

Little did Hunter know, Shawn was already imagining how hot it’d be seeing his beast of a husband fucking his hunky boyfriend. And Shawn intended on having a front row seat.

#shawnter #hartbreak #triple h x shawn michaels #bret x triple h #bret hart x shawn michaels #smut #shawn michaels #bret hart #triple h #wwe fanfiction #alternate universe

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1800miserablethot · 1 year ago

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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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kayfabebabe · 6 months ago

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Hi, I was wondering do you still write bret hart smut? i really liked your fic "you look wonderful tonight!" :)

Hallo Anon! I am SO incredibly sorry that it has taken literal months to answer your request. I've been battling through some writer's block and, unfortunately, your request was put on the back burner for a while.

Bret Hart X Female Reader WARNINGS - Smut. NSFW. Teasing. Public Sex (ish). Getting caught.

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“Stop…”

Bret’s voice was soft and laced with warmth, despite the tightening grip on your wrist beneath the table. It was a futile attempt to stop your hand from inching closer to his upper thigh. Around you, the ebb and flow of the bar continued; people talking too loudly to each other and the steady thrum of music coming from somewhere. Nobody took notice of the pair of you tucked at the table in the corner.

You wanted to defy the gentle command. It had been a painfully long week of travelling between cities in too small of a car with the rest of the Hart Foundation, scheduled appearances, gruelling matches, and dozens of other responsibilities that kept you apart from Bret. Any form of privacy became obsolete. In the scarce moments that you could steal for yourselves, neither you nor Bret had the energy to do much more than share a few chaste kisses. You wanted… No, you needed more.

“D’you think they would notice if we slipped away?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as Bret’s gaze flickered across the bar to his brothers standing around a pool table; Jim was laughing at the sight of Davey holding Owen above his head in a bench press to entertain a steadily growing group of strangers. They would, eventually, notice your disappearance. They always did. However, the teasing pressure of your fingertips tracing the inner seam of Bret’s jeans, skating close to the zipper, was maddening and his resolve was wearing thin.

Bret’s breaking point came when you brushed your lips over the shell of his ear and pleaded in the softest whisper. Even the strongest of man wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. Excitement sat heavily in the pit of your stomach as Bret led you through the bar, his arm tight around your waist and eyes fixed on the door. Moments later, you were pressed against the side of a car with any thought about the other Hart Foundation members being forgotten in favour of focusing on Bret’s hips grinding against your own. Every desperate kiss melted into another and another. Lightning shot down the length of your spine, pleasure already burning hot and bright.

Your hands awkwardly slipped between your bodies to roughly palm over Bret’s hardening cock. Oh, it had been too long. The mere possibility of finally getting your mouth on him or being bent over and fucked drew a high-pitched moan from the back of your throat. All it would take is pushing your jeans down then Bret could easily…

"Oi, Bretty-boy!"

Both of you leapt away from each other at Davey’s recognisable voice yelling across the parking lot. Your heart hammered against the inside of your ribs, cheeks warming and turning a dark shade of red. This isn’t the first time that you’ve been interrupted and you were sure that it’s not going to be the last, but the embarrassment of being caught still tied your stomach in knots. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Davey whilst he called for the pair of you to come back inside before disappearing into the bar again. As you tried to step away, Bret pulled you close again to press a feather-light kiss to your temple.

“Later. I promise, Sweetheart…”

#The Human Writes #Ask Answered #THANK YOU ANON #Fanfiction #Writing #Established Relationship #Bret Hart X Reader #Spicy #Requests #Fanfic #Gender Neutral Reader #Please read the warnings #I'm back on my writing bullshit #(Vaguely)#Bret Hart #The Hart Foundation

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callingallbaddies · 1 year ago

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MASTERLISTS!!!

Started: 12/11/23

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Requests Page

Bret Hart Imagines

Baby Surprises

I’m Not The Only One

Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Vampire Secret

Pampering Bret

Pretty eyes and lips

Adoration

Surprised!

Your Teeth In My Neck

Teasing Game

Cocky Bastard

Pray You Catch Me

The Baby’s Coming!!!

Blind Rage

Missing You So Much

Montreal Screwup Job

Mr. and Mrs. Champion

Sickness And In Health

Valentine’s Day

My Protector

Secret Wife

Series

Kamala Harris

Respect My Wife

Protecting The Musician

Smut Headcanon

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wrxsslin-hours · 1 year ago

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Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels, nsfw

a/n: I don't write smut, but my hand slipped. Sorry for this show of degeneracy lmao. Happy holidays

tysm @prettyboymichaels for beta-reading muwah muwah <3

Bret fixes the cowboy hat on Shawn’s head before he yanks on his hair, earning a hiss from the man kneeling in front of him. “You look so good, baby,” Bret grunts as he shoves his cock deeper into Shawn’s throat. He holds him there for a moment, hand cradling the back of Shawn’s head then he pulls him off for a chance to breathe. The blonde coughs, hands grasping at the fabric of Bret’s jeans. The wrestler smirks, watching Shawn’s eyelashes flutter, tongue lolling out to guide Bret’s cock back into his mouth. “God, you’re needy.”

The air is hot and humid, sweat soaking both of their skin. Bret thinks Shawn looks best like this, on his knees and his mouth full. Shawn’s hands wrap around the root of Bret’s shaft, stroking what his tongue couldn’t reach. Bret rolls his hips forward, cursing at the way Shawn’s cheek stretches from the tip of his cock. The dark-haired man leans back on the cushions of the couch, bucking forward when he feels teeth pull at the skin of his shaft. The actor bobs on his dick, gagging loud for only Bret to hear. With hollowed cheeks, Shawn pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his reddened lips to Bret.

The older man laughs and fixes the cowboy hat on Shawn’s head. “Thought I was the cowboy here,” he mutters as Shawn crawls onto Bret’s lap. Shawn grinds down, mewling at the feeling of Bret’s crotch poking at his entrance. The smaller man lets out a breathy chuckle. “You are now,” Shawn groans as Bret’s hands snake their way up Shawn’s chest, fingers pinching at his nipples.

Shawn takes off his cowboy hat in favor of letting Bret wear it. Bret looks up at Shawn, peeking at him beyond the brim of the hat. Without so much of a though, Shawn leans down to lick Bret’s bottom lip. Bret opens his mouth to the invitation, and they share a passionate kiss, smiles on both of their faces. Bret places one hand on Shawn’s jaw, deepening their kiss while the other hand rubs along the globe of Shawn’s ass.

Impatient, Shawn breaks their kiss to suck on his own fingers, wetting them like how he did with Bret’s shaft moments earlier. Shawn looks like a dream and Bret couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips as Shawn’s hand passes his own to finger himself. Shawn chokes out a gasp, pumping his fingers inside him. “I can’t wait anymore, Bret.” Shawn whines as he pushes his chest to the other man’s face.

Bret licks a stripe over Shawn’s nipple as the other’s free hand grips on his shoulder for leverage. The older man holds the base of his cock, lining it up to Shawn’s entrance and Shawn sinks down with a long, breathy sigh. “You’re stretching me real good,” Shawn huffs into Bret’s neck as he fully sheaths himself on his lover’s cock. His fingers curl in Bret’s unbuttoned shirt and Bret feels the familiar tight heat of the body on top of him. Shawn tosses his head back as he pulls himself up, only to roll his hips down. It made both of them moan and Bret couldn’t wait any longer. He grabs onto Shawn’s hips and thrusts upwards, which earns him a high-pitched keen.

A thrill shot through Bret’s spine as he thrusts faster, forcing out each noise that escapes Shawn’s lips. Bret’s hold on Shawn’s hips tightens and they were both sure it was going to bruise. The thrusts went from controlled and even to fast and erratic. Bret’s moans are drowned out by Shawn and the creak of the couch they sat on. Shawn’s thighs shake as he bounces to meet Bret’s thrusts, his own cock leaking between their stomachs. Bret hisses as Shawn clenches around him. “I’m almost there, baby,” Shawn whimpers out, breathing into the lobe of Bret’s ear.

Bret was close too, watching Shawn use him as a toy, how his hair bounces with each desperate thrust. Their sweat soaks the cushions of the chair and Bret dreads the idea of having to wash them. But with how Shawn moans so prettily, eyes closed and mouth open, Bret didn’t hate the thought as much. The older man snakes his hand between them, wrapping his fingers around Shawn’s leaking shaft, and Bret could swear Shawn tightens even more when Bret’s thumb rubs the vein on the side of his cock. “Fuck,” Shawn groans, not knowing whether he should thrust down to feel Bret nail his prostate or thrust up to get some sort of friction from Bret’s hand. Bret laughs, breathless. “Keep bouncing like that, baby. You look so good.”

Shawn keens at the praise but it was cut off by Bret licking the skin where his throat met his shoulder. Unconsciously, Shawn leans his head to the side, giving Bret more room to mark him. It wasn’t until Bret sinks his teeth after a bite that Shawn chokes on a sob. A quiet moan rips out from Shawn’s throat and he’s coming, wrapping Bret like a vice.

As Shawn paints both of their bodies white, Bret chases his high and hurries his thrusts until it abruptly ends with Bret deep inside the blonde. Shawn whimpers; head in Bret’s neck as he is filled. The moment stretches on, the room’s silence only interrupted by the crackle of the fire place and their pants. Bret rubs on the red hand marks on Shawn’s hips, gentle and soothing. It took a while for Shawn to finally lift his head and bump his nose with Bret’s. Shawn smiles, cheeks flushed, “Not too bad, cowboy.” Bret smirks and tilts his head to the side, blocking his eyes with the brim of his cowboy hat.

#shawn michaels x bret hart #bretshawn #hartbreak #wwe fanfiction #writing #dividers by: cafekitsune

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teamangelabaker80 · 5 months ago

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Incest Headcanon

Ps. Sorry that I haven’t updated and unfortunately I don’t have any requests coming coming like I do with my Bret Hart Imagines page is so maybe I continue writing and maybe people would idk 🤷🏾‍♀️. If this page don’t work out then maybe I’ll delete it and change my Bret Hart account into a multifandom account and let my account be under reconstruction. If anyone like to help then it would be awesome on how to turn a Stan account into a multifandom account just comment or dm pls.

Warning: incest, implied smut, implied murder, cousins relationship, possive Angela, nickname Angie , aged up characters, implied pregnancy and abortion

(your adopted by Martha who’s best friend unfortunately passed and you are a real girl.)

You been around Angela your older cousin since you were 4. Both of you are very shy and timid and are super close.

After the boating accident you was happy that Angie came to live with you forever till you guys graduated from high school.

Unfortunately you found out what your mother was doing and found out it that your mother was doing sick experiments on peter who later to become Angela later on in life.

You comforted her and told Angela that you what your mother was doing fucked up and both of you gotten even closer than before.

After 15 years you, Angie, and Ricky after going to Sleepaway Camp for the summer. Ricky was excited, you was nervous and Angela definitely didn’t want to go.

Throughout the stay at Sleepaway camp Angie was definitely possive over you, didn’t like when girls pick on you and definitely hated the way the boys wanted you.

The kids at Sleepaway camp wonder why you to was damn close and almost like a relationship of sort. You and Angie did touch and kiss here and there.

As the murders keeps happening and you there by Angie’s side you didn’t care that you were cousins. You loved her more than just cousins like you guys were girlfriends.

After she killed Paul, you and Angie decided to have sex for the first time in front of Paul’s dead body. Unfortunately you guys where being watched by the two counselors.

After Angie finished inside you without any protection she was arrested after. Your screams and yells after they take her away from you.

It’s been decades since she was gone and you, and Ricky moved away. Martha was arrested for her disgusting crimes and you hated her ever since.

You wanted your Angie back and unfortunately you’ll will never have her or so you think. You did get pregnant and unfortunately was forced to have an abortion.

You were surprised to see she broke out of the mental hospital on news hoping she’ll find you so you two to be together again…

Sorry if this not your typical headcanon. This is my very first time ever doing one so please give me grace with this.

#80s horror #80s thriller #angela baker #sleepaway camp #80s slashers #angela baker x reader #fanfic #slashers #black reader #incest headcanon

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dilanmoodboards · 5 months ago

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Loving is Much Better Than Being Right

Paring: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Bret is sick of Shawn's little games. After Shawn kisses Hunter live on Raw, he decides to do something about it.

Tags: PWP; Jelous!Bret Hart; Possessiveness; Top!Bret Hart; Bottom!Shawn Michaels; Light Angst; Praise Kink; Blow Job; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex

Notes: Aroace guy writing smut? It's more likely than you think. Also aparently I'm incapable of not writing angst into fics. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,356

Bret Hart hated Shawn Michaels. He hated everything about the younger man, the way he strutted around everywhere as if he owned the place, the fact that he was getting a push from management, the way he and his friends used their influence backstage to get whatever they wanted, the way he danced around the ring and his shiny clothes full of mirrors and glitter. He was loud, obnoxious and seemed to find some sort of special pleasure in annoying Bret specifically.

Deep down Bret always knew that a lot of his annoyance came due to his own feelings towards the blonde, feelings he would really like to ignore.

Bret tried his best to completely ignore anything Shawn did that didn’t directly have to do with him, but tonight on Raw Shawn went too far for Bret’s liking. When he watched Michaels kiss Hemsley on the lips the moment Raw had gone back live, Bret felt that green little monster inside him rear its ugly head.

Bret left the area around the gorilla and made his way to the locker rooms in the arena, his mind constantly replaying the kiss. Bret decided he was going to do something about it, he was going to teach Michaels a lesson. The Heartbreak Kid would learn not to play with fire.

Shawn was happy with how the show had gone, his match with Ken Shamrock had gone exactly how they planned, with all the spots being hit perfectly. He also got to piss off Vince when he kissed Hunter live, which got him into an impromptu meeting with Vince and Pat, that boiled down to Vinman chewing him out for ten minutes. It’s not like he really cared, but he really wanted to hit the showers and go back to the hotel. When he was finally able to leave the makeshift office, most people had already left.

Once he got to the DX locker room he found a note from Hunter saying him and Jonnie had already left for the hotel. Shawn decided to shower in the arena to give the lovebirds some time for themselves.

He was too focused rummaging through his bag for a towel and shower supplies to notice someone entering the room.

Bret watched as Shawn looked through his bag, his black and blue gear calling his attention to Shawn’s leg and butt, causing Bret to blush a little. He shook his head, if he was going to do this he needed to let go of his shy side. Bret cleared his throat to call the attention of the blonde, Shawn whipped around looking a little startled, but soon recovered and smiled at him.

“To what do I owe the honour of having the champ in my presence.” Shawn ended his little tirade with an exaggerated bow. Bret just rolled his eyes, Michaels truly had a way of pissing him off that should be commended.

“Just came to see what Vince and Pat wanted with you, since our match is this week”. Bret answered.

“Oh, it had nothing to do with that, Vinman was just pissed that I kissed Hunter during ‘family time’ or whatever it’s called.” Bret gave a hum, but did not make any effort to move. Shawn was getting increasingly more nervous, the last time he and the Hitman had been in a locker room alone they ended up having a fight, one that Bret had gotten the better of the blonde, and even took a little of himself with him. The bald spot in Shawn’s scalp hadn’t completely grown back yet.

After a while Bret finally said something: “That was a stupid stunt you pulled, this is a family show after all, we already have to deal with you and your little crew of degenerates running around with your stupid jokes and obscene gestures, ruining the show's reputation.”

Shawn laughed at that and started getting closer to Bret: “Me and my little crew of degenerates are the only thing keeping the Fed going and you know it very well, sorry that we don’t subscribe to your puritanical ways.”

Deep down Shawn knew that aggravating Hart wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it, ever since his relationship with Bret had turned sour he couldn’t help but want to make the older man hate him even more. If they weren’t friends, then he would make sure they would be the bitterest of enemies. That train of thought is what prompted him to say the next words.

“Why, I think you’re just jealous Hitman, but you don’t need to worry, Hunter is okay with sharing.” Shawn was now up in Bret’s personal space, their bodies almost touching. The Heartbreak Kid noticed something shift in the brunette's eyes, and prepared himself for a blow. But that never came. Instead Bret got even closer to him, effectively touching their bodies and trapping Shawn between him and the locker.

“But I’m not.” Shawn didn’t have enough time to process what Bret had said before their lips were touching. Bret gave him enough wiggle room to allow him to escape in case he wanted to, but Shawn didn’t, kissing Bret with just as much vigour. As the kiss intensified, Bret grabbed his hair and pressed him against the locker, while Shawn started to slip Bret’s leather jacket off his shoulders. Years of pent up tension finally being released at that moment.

Once they separated to catch some air, Bret started to trail kisses along Shawn’s neck and collarbone, making the blonde whine. Bret noticed he was particularly sensitive in that area, something he filed in his mind for later, as he bit into the pulse point on Shaw’s neck. “Vince will kill you if you leave a mark” Shawn breathlessly said.

“Say it was Hunter or some ring rat. I’ll know it was me and that’s all that matters.” Shawn whined at Bret’s words, all the while the older man continued to kiss and bite almost every inch of flesh available to him. Shawn Michaels was loud, but Bret didn’t really care at the moment, anyone could walk in on them, but right now all he wanted was to draw out every single noise he could from the blonde. His ego swelling knowing he was the one that was making the Heartbreak Kid writhe and moan.

Shawn reached for Bret’s tank top, finally exposing the Hitman’s muscular and tanned chest for him to explore. When Hart finally let up on his marking of Shawn’s body, it was his turn to start kissing the expanse of Bret’s chest and stomach. Paying special attention to the older man's pecs, that always caught Shawn’s eyes.

As Shawn went down kissing and licking the Hitman’s skin he finally reached what he was looking for. He nuzzled his face against Bret’s crotch while holding his strong thighs, and heard him let out a groan. Bret took him by the hair and they stared at each other for a moment. “Go on then, how do you and your friends say it? Suck it.” Bret said giving a slight thrust of his hips in imitation to the chopping motion DX would do after saying those words. Shawn rolled his eyes, but went for it anyway, he had waited very long for that and he didn’t need to be told twice.

He opened Bret’s jeans and fished out his dick from his underwear, the Hitman was already at full attention, with his precum dripping from the tip. Shawn licked it while staring at Bret from under his lashes, Hart let out a moan and closed his eyes. The Heartbreak kid continued to lick the entire length of Bret’s member, giving special attention to the tip. Then without warning he swallowed his entire length without much difficulty, which earned him a moan from the man above him. After a while Shawn started bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. Bret then started thrusting into Shawn’s mouth, accidentally choking him from time to time.

Bret was getting closer by the second, he had heard the rumours about Shawn’s ability with his mouth, but until that moment he had thought they were just rumours, right now he wasn’t so sure. When he felt his orgasm approaching he pulled the blonde off of him. Shawn looked downright sinful, with his pupils blown so wide you couldn’t see his blue eyes and his lips swollen and darkened by a mix of saliva and precum, that dripped to his chin.

Hart pulled the younger man up by his hair and kissed him, tasting himself in Shawn’s tongue. Michaels let out a whine at that, and pulled Bret closer by the shoulders. They continued to kiss as Bret backed them both up against the bench, Shawn appeared to guess what Bret was getting at, because the moment the back of his knees touched the edge of the bench he stopped the kiss and laid down on his back.

“Do you have…” Bret began to ask, but Shawn answered before he could finish: “Inside the small pocket in my bag”. While Bret grabbed the lube from Shawn’s bag, Michaels worked on getting off of his tights.

Bret put a little of the lube on his fingers and caught one of Shawn’s thighs in order to expose his entrance at which point Shawn wrapped his other leg around Bret’s waist. He started to kiss Shawn once again before slowly inserting his index finger in. He started slow, making sure his finger could move without impediment before inserting a second one and scissoring them in order to open Shawn up. “Fuck Bret… just do it already”, Shawn said between moans trying to thrust back into Bret’s fingers while using his leg as leverage to pull Bret close, but Bret just tsked and continued at a slow and agonizing pace, holding Shawn’s hips in place: “Patience, I’m in charge here. Be good, unless you want me to stop”. Shawn whined at that, but stopped protesting.

As he continued to stretch Shawn out, he found the little bundle of nerves inside him, which earned him a surprisingly high pitched moan from the younger man underneath him. Shawn once again tried pushing his hips into Bret’s finger, but he stopped moving them completely and held the blonde by the hips. “Come on, be a good boy and behave yourself.” Bret whispered directly into Shawn’s ears, earning a shiver from him.

After a couple more minutes Bret finally decided that was enough teasing and pulled out his fingers. Shawn whined at the empty feeling, but soon was moaning as Bret slowly sank inside him.

Bret almost came the moment he bottomed out inside the blonde, having to give himself some time to breath. “Please Bret, move” Shawn whined with tears starting to form in his eyes, he felt like he had never been more turned on in his life. Bret couldn’t deny him any longer and started setting a slow but hard pace that seemed to hit all the right places.

“That’s it. You take me so well.” Bret rasped in Shawn’s ear. He once again started to kiss his neck and collarbone, while also pepering smaller kisses on his lips and cheeks, all while maintaining his rhythm. Shawn was down right crying from pleasure now, as every single thrust from the Hitman seemed to hit his prostate.

Shawn was pulling him in even deeper using the leg that was wrapped around his hip as leverage, while also holding onto Bret’s strong back. Bret was certain he would have scratch marks the next day. The hitman picked up his pace, going faster and harder as he approached his climax.

“Please Bret, may I come, please, please, please.” Shawn asked, which surprised Bret. But he wasn’t going to deny him when he sounded so pretty begging.

“Good boy. Cum for me.” as he said it, Hart reached between their bodies and stroked Shawn.

Shawn arched his back as he moaned a string of inteligible curses mixed with Bret’s name, tensing up his entire body only to fall limp a second later. Bret also couldn’t hold on much longer after feeling the effects of Shawn’s orgasm from the inside. He allowed himself to let go, his rhythm becoming erratic as he reached his own climax, falling on top of the younger man.

After finally catching his breath Bret pulled out of Shawn and slowly lowered the blonde's leg as he stepped away from him. Shawn had one arm draped across his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“Damn Hitman, if I can’t fight on saturday it’s going to be your fault.” Bret laughed at that. Of course Shawn’s first response was to make a joke. “Come on let's get you dressed, I’ll give you a lift to the hotel.” Bret helped Shawn to sit on the bench and went inside the bathroom to get something to clean them with.

After they were both dressed they made their way to Bret's rental car in silence. But surprisingly the silence felt comfortable, they had never been good with words after all.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Shawn asked and Bret was almost certain he heard doubt in the Heartbreak Kid’s voice, as if he was scared to ask. “It’s just that I don’t know which room Hunter and Jonie are in and it’s late and I really…” Shawn was nervous and starting to ramble, Bret seemed to sense it and stopped him.

“Shawn you don’t need to ask, of course you can, whenever you need I’ll be here.” And Shawn wanted to believe him. But he knew the truth, Bret was leaving after Survivor Series, leaving just like Kevin, Scott and Sean had. But at least for this week he could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

That he wasn’t going to betray the one person he always wanted to be respected by, the person he had been madly in love with ever since he joined the Fed, the person he thought hated him until today.

He had a week to pretend everything was going to be alright.

#wwe #wwf #d generation x #shawn michaels #hbk #bret hart #dx #hartbreak #fanfiction

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stunnajit · 1 month ago

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magnoliacharmed · 2 years ago

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Don’t Stop

18+, Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Daddy kink, brat Shawn

Word count: 841

Summary:

Shawn just needs some good old fashioned fun. What better way to get it then by acting a little bratty with Bret?

“I fucking love you Bret.”

The air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Did Shawn really just say that? No, he couldn’t have. The sex was so mind blowing that Bret was just imagining things, he had to be. He questioned the statement with a slow thrust inside of Shawn. The feeling of the larger man’s cock brushing against his prostate made Shawn whine.

“You love me?”

“Well— your dick. Not so much you.”

Ouch.

Bret smacked Shawn’s toned ass so hard it was probably going to leave a bruise. Thankfully he had the foresight not to do it on the tattooed cheek. He wanted to slide out of him right then and there. Why should he keep making him feel good when he was being such a jerk? He knew how the blond could be sometimes, choosing the exact words that would push his buttons. It was time to put a stop to that. Bret roughly wrapped his fingers in Shawn’s wavy hair and pulled his head back. His other hand remained on Shawn’s hip, fingers digging deeply into his flesh.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say. Apologize.”

Another whimper escaped from Shawn at the feeling of being pressed against Bret’s chest. Shawn did mean it— he loved Bret. Was even ready to admit that he was in love with him. But he didn’t want the mushy, overly romantic sex that those words brought. Tonight all he wanted was to get fucked. So he pushed the feelings aside and turned up the attitude.

“Say sorry, Shawn. Or I’ll pull out right now.” The strained disappointment in Bret’s voice strengthened his accent. It made Shawn smile so big he looked delirious.

“Ugh, okay. I’m sorry. Keep fucking me.”

There was so little sincerity in Shawn’s voice Bret wondered why he even bothered to pretend. If they had a mirror in front of them he’d probably see Shawn rolling his eyes, and not for the reasons they were supposed to be rolling.

“Why should I? That wasn't — good — enough.” Bret moved to wrap his arm around Shawn’s stomach. His words were followed by hard, slow strokes. Strands of his brunette hair stuck to his sweaty forehead in anticipation. After a too long moment of silence, Bret agonizingly began to pull out of him.

“Please, please, please don’t stop, daddy. I’m sorry.”

That was new. It was so new and so hot Bret chose to ignore how extremely not sorry Shawn was.

Bret’s brown eyes zeroed in on Shawn’s cock as soon as “daddy” left his mouth. It twitched and leaked, a pretty picture that made Bret’s vision white out. Shawn must have been waiting a long time to call him that. As soon as Bret heard it, he started to pound away. Tears of pleasure built in the corners of Shawn’s eyes that Bret reached up to wipe away. His voice was almost primal as he growled right into Shawn’s ear.

“You like how daddy makes you feel, huh? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

He’d never heard him sound like that before. They’d had some passionate, intense sessions in the past. Escapades that were enough to make Shawn blush when they randomly came to mind. Nothing like this. Shawn made a note to himself that he’d have to put the brat act on more often.

“I love it, I love you, fuck, Bret —“

Shawn felt Bret release hot inside of him. His scalp was starting to ache like a motherfucker from the iron grip Bret had on his hair. It was worth it though to hear his worn out breathing. Shawn laughed to himself; he knew he was the only one who could make the other man feel that way. Whether Bret wanted to admit it or not.

Bret shoved Shawn back down on the bed hard. He laid there in the soft, white sheets not saying a word. His head was swirling way too much to come up with a quip.

“‘I love you daddy.’ You don’t know how pathetic you sounded.” Bret tried to mock him, tried to act like the disgust was real. Really, he wanted to hear Shawn say it one more time. Maybe two or three more times. An infinite amount of times wouldn’t be bad, either. The way Shawn’s normally deep, gravel-lined voice hitched up an octave or two when Bret began to grind into him would be etched in his memory forever.

“Psh, you liked it. Don’t even act like you didn’t.”

Shawn lifted his head up and turned his sparkling blue eyes to Bret’s tired face. He winked and let his head fall back into the sheets with a plop. Blond hair shook down and across his shoulders as he rolled onto his back, cock hard and already wanting more. The charm was on in full force and Bret was having a hard time not indulging him.

“You wanna go again, daddy? I promise I’ll be good this time.” Shawn laughed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

#bret hart x shawn michaels #bretshawn #shawn michaels #bret hart #wrestling #wrestling fanfic #wrestling smut #hartbreak #magnoliafanfic

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double-vandammage · 6 months ago

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Title: Rude Awakening

Word count: 2,573

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Bret POV, Handjob, Blowjob, Alcohol

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Here is my first fanfic in probably 6 years. I'm so nervous about it, but I hope you Hartbreak shippers like it. I'm fairly new to this ship so please be gentle. 🥹 Thank you to the encouragement of my sis @taydaq, @imabillyami, @crxssjae, and @superkickme 😘

Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged in future fics, I do plan on writing more. 🫣

Bret sat silently by his motel window, watching the rain gently glide down the glass. What a shit day he had, it was only fitting the weather was also terrible. The promo he had just cut with Shawn weighed heavily on his mind. He was so tired of the little prick. Night after night he had to observe Shawn flamboyantly parade around the stage. Not only did he have to watch the annoying spectacle, but also endure the man occasionally shake his bare ass at the crowd. The fans ate it up and he couldn’t fathom why. They were close once, it seemed a lifetime away. Thunder cracked, startling him from his thoughts. The universe was telling him to relinquish any thoughts of Shawn for the rest of the evening. He didn’t want Shawn in his head more than was required, especially while he was alone in his motel room. Bret made his way to the bed, climbing under the covers and slowly he drifted to sleep.

Abruptly there was an aggressive and continuous rap at his door. Bret was barely able to open his eyes as he dazedly glanced at the bedside clock. The time read 2:00AM. “Who the fuck-?” he grunted as the knocking became louder. He whipped the blanket from his body while quickly swinging his legs over the mattress. “I’m coming dammit.” he spat, stumbling to the door in his sleepy stupor. He put his eye to the peephole. “Jesus Christ…” none other than a Heartbreak Kid disruption. “Hey! Big daddy cool! Open up big sexy!” Shawn half yelled, half giggled. Bret opened the door, “wrong room shithead. Some of us are trying to sleep.” Shawn was drenched. He had clearly spent some time in the rain. “Whoa.” Shawn raised both hands up in defense. “This isn’t Kevin’s room?” Bret made a show of moving his hands up and down his own frame, “clearly it isn’t you asshole, what are you drunk?” Shawn put his index finger and thumb together, “Mmmm…maybe just a pinch.”

Rolling his eyes, Bret took in Shawn’s appearance. He was soaked, so much so he had created a pool of moisture on the motel floor. He was a mess. “Do you know which room Kevin is in?” he asked, not wanting Shawn to be his problem this early in the morning. “Hmmm…well I thought this was his room…so I guess…no.” he said with his signature smile, chuckling to himself. “You wouldn’t mind if I bunked here tonight, eh Hitman?” Shawn asked while running a hand through his wet hair. Bret thought this must be some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. The last thing he wanted in his room was a drunk wet dog named Shawn Michaels, but he couldn’t let him wander aimlessly up and down the halls, slamming on random doors, and calling for big sexy.

Bret crossed his arms, “shit. Fine. Do not drip on anything.” Shawn grinned, “Thanks Hitman, you’re the best there is and ever will be.” he said, pushing Bret to the side and slapping him on the arm. Bret closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “The bathroom is to the left, I can get you something to change into.” He closed the door and turned to find Shawn already on the bed. “Are you fucking kidding me Michaels? You’re super fucking soaked. Get off the bed, now.” Shawn rose, propping himself on his elbows. “Oh man…I am?” he asked, real concern in his voice. “Uh, yeah. Get up.” Bret demanded. Shawn moved almost intentionally slow, the blankets getting more and more saturated.

“Dammit Shawn. Get your ass to the bathroom.” he said, grabbing Shawn’s arm, shoving him towards the open doorway. “Alright, alright. Ya don’t gotta be so touchy.” Shawn almost immediately began stripping off his flashy costume. He shook off his vest and began removing those hideous chaps he insisted on wearing. He kicked off his boots next and in doing so Shawn had noticed Bret leaning against the door frame observing. Bret in an instant knew exactly what he was about to do. Shawn turned, his back facing him and commenced shimmying his tights down to wiggle his ass at him. “Like what ya see Hitman?” he taunted. Bret kept his face stoic, but could feel his cheeks beginning to flush. “Stop that shit and just get cleaned up would you?” he urged moving away. Shawn smirked, pulling his tights completely off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Bret began pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed, discarding them onto the floor. He could hear the water start to run and eventually steam wafted outside the door. He pulled out a plain white t-shirt and gray sweats from his suitcase for Shawn to wear. Bret climbed back into the bed to try and get some more sleep before they had to be on the road again. The shower stopped and after a few minutes, he felt the empty side of the mattress shift. “Absolutely not boytoy.” he murmured. “Oh come on Bret, there’s not even a couch in here.” Shawn whined. “Not my problem. This is already obnoxious without having dry blankets, you are not sleeping up here.” Shawn in a child-like tantrum, huffed off the bed and onto the floor with one of the pillows. Within minutes he was fast asleep.

Outside rain still poured and thunder intermittently boomed, a particularly loud burst was enough to rattle Bret awake again. The clock registered at 5:00AM. He could hear Shawn’s slow and steady breathing, surprised Shawn didn’t also wake. Rolling to the opposite side of the bed, Bret peered over. Shawn was lying on his side facing him. Long blonde hair fell down around his shoulder and pillow. His bangs draped over his eyes. Shawn was beautiful, anyone could see that. Bret found his eyes had lingered, observing the white t-shirt he let the man borrow had slightly uplifted, revealing a small glimpse of Shawn’s tanned stomach. Quickly he averted his gaze and rolled back over. Squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the sounds outside in an attempt to stifle an unresolved hunger he had no business feeling towards the Heartbreak Kid.

Unable to rest, he again got out of bed to reside by the window in the lone chair. He needed air. He opened the window just enough to feel the cool misting of rain against his face. Minutes later he heard Shawn stirring, a small groan escaping from him as he stretched. Shawn sat upright, dreamily looking at Bret. “Can’t sleep Hitman?” he mumbled. Bret ignored him, keeping his view to the window. “I gotta take a leak.” Shawn yawned as he shuffled towards the bathroom. Bret listened as Shawn fumbled around in the dark, hearing the toilet flush and sink run. He came out in the middle of another yawn, “Fuck me, I’m gonna be sore. You think people will believe me when I say I’m sore after spending the night in the Hitman’s room?” he laughed. “Don’t even joke about that shit Shawn.” Bret spat. “I’ll kick you out right now, don’t test me.”

Shawn cautiously made his way to stand in front of him. “Come on, would it be so terrible? Maybe this is exactly what you and I need.” Shawn said, reaching out a hand to brush the inky strands of hair from Bret’s face. Bret caught his wrist, stopping him. “Don’t.” Shawn only invaded his space more, moving his leg to part Bret’s thighs. His free hand tilted Bret’s chin upward so he could meet his stare. “I know you look at me. Just like I knew you were looking at me over there.” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the bed. Bret jerked his head away irritated, but Shawn hadn’t released his grip. Shawn lowered himself, his mouth inches from his ear, “I like it when you look at me…”.

Bret felt many things for Shawn Michaels. Desire he could always snuff out, now he wasn’t so sure. Shawn closed the space between them, placing his lips to Bret’s temple. Bret involuntarily let go of Shawn’s wrist, finding he was nuzzling into Shawn as he continued to trail light kisses around the side of his face. “Touch me Bret…” Shawn sighed into him. Bret moved his hands to Shawn’s waist, tugging him forward so the younger man was situated between his thighs. Shawn moved his hands to cradle his face, lifting him slightly from the chair into an eager kiss. Bret let his own hands find their way under his t-shirt, running his fingers up Shawn’s back. “Come here.” Bret breathed against Shawn’s lips, guiding him to straddle his lap.

Shawn smiled into their kiss, feeling Bret’s growing excitement beneath him. Shawn slid his hand down, teasing at Bret’s erection. “I knew you always had a hart on for me.” he joked. “Do you ever just shut the fuck up Michaels?” Bret gasped in between Shawn’s stroking. Their mouths fought for the upperhand, Bret captured Shawn’s bottom lip and bit down roughly. Shawn withdrew, taken aback, “Damn hitman.” he snickered, testing his lip for blood. He hated Shawn and this was probably a huge mistake, but all he wanted to do was make Shawn shut up. Swiftly he grabbed Shawn by the thighs, hoisting him up, and threw him to the bed. Shawn bounced onto the mattress, promptly grabbing at Bret’s shirt to yank him forward. Bret landed a quick peck to Shawn’s mouth before moving to devour his neck. Strategically he removed the pesky white t-shirt from Shawn, creating a makeshift tie to bind Shawn’s wrists.

He ran his tongue down to Shawn’s shoulder; tasting sweat, motel body wash, and a hint of rain water. Not an ideal flavor, but damn did it taste good on Shawn. Bret flipped Shawn effortlessly onto his stomach, keeping hold of his bound wrists. He swept Shawn’s hair to the side, kissing the nape of his neck. Shawn arched into him, craning his neck to meet Bret’s lips. His fingers felt for the waistband of Shawn’s sweatpants, sliding his hand under the fabric, not surprised to find he wasn’t wearing underwear and grasping his cock. Letting go of his wrists, he tapped the side of Shawn’s hips, signaling Shawn to prop himself on his knees. Shawn read him easily as if inside the ring and elevated his backside, pushing against Bret’s groin, breaking their kiss and keeping his face down to the mattress.

“Holy shit, Hitman…I want you.” Shawn sputtered as Bret began to steadily pump Shawn’s dick. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted you, Bret.” he mumbled into the bed. How long had Shawn wanted him? Was it nearly as long as he wanted Shawn? Over the years he had indulged himself in the occasional sexy boy fantasy and every time he loathed himself for it. He was a complete hypocrite with each jab at Shawn for shooting that girly mag. Now he had Shawn under him, unapologetically jerking him off. He brought his free hand to clasp Shawn’s throat, easing him upward so he could relax against his chest. Bret continued his deliberate rhythm, relishing the low moans and the way Shawn began to thrust into Bret’s hand. “Jesus. Don’t stop.” Shawn whimpered, burying his face into Bret’s neck. He could tell Shawn was getting close, his panting becoming more rapid.

The feeling of Shawn nestled into his body was intoxicating. Sure, they had their physical history in the ring which was intimate in itself but maybe Shawn was right after all. Maybe this was exactly what they needed. What they couldn’t settle on the mat, they could settle behind closed doors. Bret pressed his lips to Shawn’s forehead, “You know I still hate you?” he said, his words muffled against Shawn’s skin and damp hair. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” The hold he had on Shawn’s neck became a little tighter. “Even with my…dick in your hand, you still…manage to be all business.” Shawn choked out as Bret’s pace began to quicken. Bret covered Shawn’s mouth, muting the wail expelling from him as he erupted into Bret’s hand. Shawn clawed at his hold with his own constrained wrists, his hips rutting wildly into Bret’s palm as he rode out his orgasm.

Bret released Shawn, letting him drop to the mattress. He lay there exhausted, chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Shawn twisted his wrists from the tied up shirt, easily exiting his confines. “Bret baby…” Shawn with eyes still glazed over, rolled to face him. “Please, let me make you feel good too.” he begged, crawling between Bret’s legs to play with the drawstrings of his sweats. He lifted Bret’s shirt, kissing gently at his stomach. The touch of Shawn’s lips pressing at his skin made him shiver and the thought alone of the blonde going down on him was damn near enough to make him come. Against his better judgment, he leaned back and let Shawn take control.

Shawn slid his sweats and underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. Without much pause, Shawn took him into his mouth. He let his eyes flutter shut, Shawn clearly had done this a time or two. His mouth felt so warm, so good, his tongue hitting all the right places. He clutched at Shawn’s hair, allowing his fingers to entangle themselves. “God damn Michaels…” he managed to groan as Shawn licked up the length of his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Shawn was unrelenting as he held tightly to Bret’s thighs, keeping him in place as his hips bucked desperately into the heat of Shawn’s mouth. He couldn’t help the mangled cry Shawn managed to pry out of him as he came. “Holy shit.” he breathed, unable to form anything else articulate.

The rain seemed to intensify outside the window, brisk air filtering in and caressing their moist bodies. Shawn had positioned himself on top of Bret’s stomach, his chin resting on crossed arms. “I bet you didn’t hate me just now.” he purred. “Fuck you.” Bret smirked, propping a hand behind his neck. His dark eyes met Shawn’s baby blues. “What now?” Shawn asked. Bret’s other hand traveled down to brush the hair from Shawn’s face, tucking a rogue lock behind his ear. “I don’t know. We have to get up soon.” Shawn emitted a breathy sigh, “Let’s stay like this a bit longer.” he insisted. The Heartbreak Kid’s eyes closed as he leaned into the way Bret lazily threaded his fingers through his golden hair.

Internally Bret felt the need to run, this dangerously bordered on affection. He should shove the younger man away, tell him to get lost, and figure out what to do before their next show. However, his needs and wants were very different. He had said nothing would change, but deep down he knew neither of them believed that. Would they fall back into their rivalry or back into bed? What was to follow after, they couldn’t know now and they didn’t have to address it just yet. This sweet silence was preferred to all the bullshit they put each other through. Even if they had got it wrong, they could figure out the details later. Before the other knew it, the sound of the rain mixed with their slow breathing lulled them to sleep.

This quiet moment was theirs to keep.

#fanfic #fic #a03 #hartbreak #bretshawn #bret hart x shawn michaels #wwf ships #ns/fw #smut

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thatone-girly · 3 months ago

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I need someone to write Bret Hart x black reader/OC smut now.😣😣

#don’t make me have to do it #yes that’s a threat

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1800miserablethot · 1 year ago

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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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