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wallofchynax · 20 days ago

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SPOILED ROTTEN

Synopsis: Two things can be true at once. You can be a rising NXT Diva AND Shawn Michaels' sugar baby that he loves to spoil. It's time to show your appreciation for your many gifts.

content warnings: sugar daddy relationship, age gap relationship (shawn michaels is 59 and the reader is in her 20s), minor dom/sub vibes, blowjobs, female reader, PiV sex. no beta reading, we die like men.

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The faint hum of the hotel room’s air conditioning fills the space, a stark contrast to the warmth of Shawn’s body as he leans back against the plush headboard. The lights are dim, casting a golden hue over the luxurious suite, soft sheets tangled between your legs, the faint scent of cologne and crisp linen mingling in the air. You shift, the silk of the robe he bought you slipping off one shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of your skin.

This was part of the game. Shawn liked to watch you. Half amusement, half admiration, as his fingers reach to play with the feather like hem of the robe. It was a nice quality. You never asked how much things cost these days. Expensive. Shawn never spared expenses. Anything he bought you was in the more expensive bracket and honestly, you loved being spoiled.

And it just so happened that Shawn loved spoiling you. So, what was the problem?

“You know,” His voice was thick with desire, as it often was when he saw you try on clothing he had paid for, “I think I’ve outdone myself this time,”

You knew what he meant. The shopping bags sat in the corner filled with luxury pieces. Delicate lace lingerie, sky-high designer heels, diamonds, dresses, make up. Anything you asked for, he was more than happy to provide you with it.

His fingertips trace your thigh, feeling the silky smoothness of your skin, the toned muscle beneath. You shiver at the featherlight touch, your breath hitching as he spreads his legs wider, pulling you into the space between them. His hands, large and rough from years in the ring, slide up, teasing over the swell of your hips, the dip of your waist, the plushness of your ass. He hums appreciatively, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him.

“You know how much I love your legs, sweetheart,” He mused, fingers dragging down the inside of your thigh which sent a delicious shiver up your spine, “Watching you move in that ring, all that strength...that flexibility...” His palms sliding up your curves with them brushing against the side of your breasts through the thin fabric brushing the pad of his thumb against your pretty nipples. He leans in, “These...” kissing below just below your jaw, “These are mine,”

Heat pooled below. Desire pulsed through your veins. You tilt your head to give him more room as his lips trail down, leaving slow, lingering kisses over your collarbone. His stubble grazing your skin, adding a friction, making you gasp.

He chuckled lowly, a sound that vibrated against your neck, “Hm. You like that don’t you,”

His hand moves lower, slipping beneath the robe, palm flattening against your bare stomach. "My girl, so spoiled… so soft."

You whimper as he pulls you closer, your thighs straddling his as he tugs the robe open completely, exposing you to his hungry gaze. His pupils darken, the heat in his eyes making your skin prickle with anticipation.

"You look like something out of a dream, baby," he murmurs, hands roaming, worshiping. His mouth finds the swell of your breast, kissing, teasing, savouring. His beard tickles as he works his way lower, tongue tracing along your navel before his lips find your thigh, biting down just enough to make you gasp. His fingers tighten around your waist. You let out a soft whine, but before you can catch your breath, Shawn is gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over your beautiful full lips, his eyes dark with something sinful.

"You know, sweetheart…" His voice is all low gravel and heat. "I did spoil you tonight. You think maybe I deserve a little appreciation for that?"

You nod instinctively, licking your lips, already knowing where this is going.

He chuckles, “Yeah, then come here baby. Show me how grateful you are,”

Just as he spoke, he was undoing his pant buttons and pulling them down with your help as you were eager to show your appreciation for all the gifts you have been given today. You crawled between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes (extensions that he had paid for, no doubt) with your hands resting on his strong thighs. He’s thick, stiff and absolutely aching for you.

Shawn watched you with hooded eyes, reaching forward trace his fingers through your hair.

“That’s my girl,” he said, “Take it nice and slow...”

You gripped the base of his cock, stroking him slightly. You leaned forward, dragging your tongue up the length of his cock. He let out a breathy groan, hips flexing as he watched you.

“Fuck...” he hissed, voice tight as his jaw flexed, “You love tasting my cock, don’t you?”

You hum around the tip, wrapping your lips around him, sucking lightly. His fingers tangle into your hair, gripping just enough to make you feel controlled but not forced. He lets you take your time, enjoying the way your tongue swirls around the sensitive head, the way you press wet, open-mouthed kisses down the thick vein running along his shaft.

"Such a perfect fucking mouth," he groans, his grip tightening slightly as you hollow your cheeks, taking him in deeper. "Always so eager to please me, huh?"

You never took your eyes off him. His abs tensing, his muscles taut as he kept his eyes on you too. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his thighs flex underneath you. You take him much deeper, pushing until the head of his cock is threatening to push into your throat, the deep guttural fuck that spills from his mouth. He tilts his head back, gripping your hair as he guides your movements.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Take it all,”

You let him control the pace as he started to fuck your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. His breath got heavier, his hips lifting with each movement.

“You were made for this...” he groaned, his voice ragged. His free hand comes, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he watches himself disappear between your lips. "Look at you, taking me so fucking well."

Tears sting your eyes as he nudges deeper, but you don’t stop, your throat relaxing as you let him have what he wants. You moan around him again, and his grip tightens, his breath hitching.

"Shit, baby, I’m gonna come," he growls, his abs tightening, his hips jerking slightly. "You gonna swallow for me, huh? Gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?"

All you could do was moan in response.

Shawn’s body tensed as his cock twitches on your tongue. Next, his realise spills down your throat in hot spurts and you do your best to swallow every single drop, not pulling away until you’ve done as he asked and swallowed it all. His grip loosens, his thumb brushing against your cheek again as he exhales sharply, looking down at you with something between admiration and possessiveness.

“That’s my baby girl...” He said, tilting his head, looking at your face. Your make-up was well and truly ruined, lipstick smudged between your face and his cock, “Look at you. You’re such a mess, baby,” He cooed.

His hands roam, rough and greedy, claiming every inch of your body. He cups your breasts, squeezing just enough to make you gasp, thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. His breath is hot against your throat, lips tracing the line of your jaw as he murmurs, “You love this, don’t you, baby? Love the way I take care of you.”

With a swift movement, he flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs apart as he settles himself between them. His hands grip your thighs as he quickly pulls the lacy underwear off you before his eyes got to take in the sight of you; wet, swollen and glistening.

“Goddamn...” His breath caught, “Look at you. You’re shaking baby...”

You are shaking. Your body strung up so tight. He had barely touched you but giving him a blowjob always made her extra horny. You were always amazed at how eager Shawn was at his age. Already, you looked at Shawn and his cock, thick and flushed, the tip slick with precum. He strokes himself slowly, watching you with dark, hungry eyes.

“You want this,” his voice teased but his jaw was tensed.

He wants this just as badly as you do.

You whimpered and all you could do was stretch your legs more, wider in anticipation. His cock twitched, and with a groan, he then lined himself up with you, his head pressing against your entrance teasing you and making you squirm.

And then, he pushed in. Your body stretched around him, hot and slick as the tightness throught a guttural moan deep from Shawn’s core. He gripped your hips, holding you down and stopping your from moving as he pushed deeper in by inch until he’s fully seated inside of you.

“You feel so fucking tight,”

Shawn doesn’t give you much time to adjudge as he pulled back only to thrust into your again, slow and deep, making you gasp each time. His pace builds, every stroke hitting deep, his cock dragging against that spongy spot that drives you insane. Shawn is so much bigger than you; his body covering yours entirely as he fucks into you. The bed creaking beneath you as your moans mixed in with the slap of skin filling the room.

But his control was slipping. You could feel it. His thrusts were less even, more desperate as he gripped your thighs and pushed them up, testing your flexibility by bending you in half so he could fuck you deeper.

You were equally unravelling. Pleasure coiled tight in your belly, and he knows it. He can feel the way your thighs tightened around him, and the way your moans turned into desperate whimpers.

“Come for me,” he growled, his hand slipped between you as his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles, “Come on, sweetheart. Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock,”

And then you felt his teeth on your shoulder, and it was all over for you.

Wave after wave of hot pleasure washed over you as your body trembled below him. You cried out his name, legs tightening around his waist as you pulse around his cock, milking him. The sensation pushes him over the edge, his thrusts turning erratic before he buries himself deep and groans, spilling inside you, filling you with his release.

For a moment, neither of you move, just panting, bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in the sheets. Then, Shawn lets out a breathless chuckle, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You spoil me, baby,” you murmur, still breathless.

Shawn smirks, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “That’s my job, baby.”

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