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magnoliacharmed · 2 years ago

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Not So Scary After All

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18+, Bret Hart x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~3.1k

Tags: Secret relationship, sneaking around, flirting, vaginal fingering, hand job, hickeys, condomless sex

Summary:

You and Bret try your hardest not to reveal your secret relationship to everyone. Eventually you two have too much fun one night and accidentally make the relationship known.

"Do you like scary movies?"

You stood up on your tiptoes behind Bret, just barely reaching his ear. It took a lot of practice to get your voice to be threateningly gravelly, yet still sexy.

"Yeah." There was a playful tone in his voice.

You cleared your throat, the sound coming with a higher pitch than you would've liked. You put the voice on again. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

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You'd been watching Scream quite a bit ever since it was released on videotape. After learning that Bret was a fan of all things horror, you finally managed to convince him to come to your room so he could watch it with you. You both sat through the first forty-five minutes of it, completely engaged like it was new to you, until Bret pulled you to sit in his lap.

You were surprised that your plan had actually worked, considering that you were pretty sure he hated you! He didn't say much to you backstage and always had a look of simmering annoyance when your name was spoken near him. You took his reactions in stride and left him alone for the most part. Not everyone was going to like you. Damned if you didn't throw a little bit of yourself Bret's way occasionally to gauge his reaction, though. His beautiful brown eyes couldn't help but to fall to your chest every once in a while. You never seemed to be wearing a bra when that happened.

After your tryst together you laid on his broad, heaving chest and decided to ruin the moment.

"I thought you didn't like me."

Bret's huge hand raised up from the bed. You placed your own hand palm side to his. His fingers pushed your hand into a fist which he then covered with his own completely. You didn't realize how physically imposing he was until this moment of intimacy. The man simply took up space.

"That's exactly what I wanted you to think."

Your eyebrows raised as you lifted up to straddle his body. He looked up at you with a smugness that got you turned on all over again. Your hands ran up and down his chest while he continued to speak.

"I would've flirted with you too often and gotten myself in trouble."

You smiled at this reveal. If anything you would've been the one getting yourself in trouble with him. Generally you could keep it cool in the face of lust (and love)… but there was something about Bret that made you feel like a kid with a schoolyard crush all over again. "So instead you pretended you didn't want anything to do with me?"

"You're a smart girl. You're bold too. I had a feeling you'd test the waters one day."

With a light slap against his chest and a kiss pressed to his cheek he rolled you over. You were trapped under him now, his eyes shining into yours. He didn't give you the chance to react to his words as his lips began to move from your ear down to your neck, strands of his brown hair brushing past you and lighting you on fire in their wake.

Memories of that night returned to you at inopportune moments over the next couple of months. It was hard to focus at the gym when you kept replaying the way Bret said your name while he was inside you. Continuing the charade of feigned irritation toward you was proving to be difficult for him too. How could he pretend that you were a nuisance when every time you looked at him he got so hard it hurt? It got to the point that you both took the risk of sneaking away for little moments together. You two made out like horny teenagers in every dark corner you could find. There were only a handful of times you thought you'd get caught and once was almost by Mr. McMahon himself. It wasn't enough to dissuade either of you. Some professionals you were. You were each other's one weakness.

The problems really started when you two left hickeys on each other's necks.

What an amateur move that was!

The heat of the moment was just too much to handle. The thrill of getting exposed was making you two not think straight. You could come up with all the excuses in the world but what's done was done. Now you and Bret both sported big purple hickeys for the world to see. How were you going to explain that matching set to everyone?

To be fair, Bret started it! There was just something about the expanse of skin on your neck that made him want to keep his lips on it whenever possible. He was being such an asshole that night. Whispering the dirtiest words you had ever had the pleasure of hearing in your life, he stood behind you while you looked at yourself in the hotel mirror. Your hands stopped trying to fix your hair as you felt him approach you.

"You can't go out tonight, not until I make you come again." He whispered into your ear and immediately you were wet. You wondered why you even bothered wearing panties around him sometimes.

You stared at him through the mirror. The slight pain of a hickey was always so much fun. He latched on you the same way a vampire latched onto his victim. The thought of Bret in comically bad vampire teeth was funny enough for you to mentally file away for later when you needed a pick-me-up.

"You're not the boss of me." You hoped you could keep up the brat act for longer than usual and finally win this game of--

You were shocked out of your thoughts by how loud your moan was. Focusing on the reflection in the mirror once again somehow Bret had managed to sneak his hand under the seat of your underwear. It's not like there was much to the skimpy fabric. He could have ripped it away with little force. The thought of doing so crossed his mind and burned bright. He could imagine you going wide eyed at the sudden roughness of the gesture. Instead though, he restrained himself. You could have just as easily gotten pissed at him too.

The hickey he left began to hurt more than anything. As soon as it approached becoming unbearable, the pads of his fingers grazed over your clit. His own hardness pressed into your backside with an urgency. You were already so wet for him and he'd barely touched you. It was little things that made these risks worth taking. Your eyelids fluttered at the lazy swirling motions across your most sensitive spot. He liked seeing you slowly come undone because of him.

Bret no longer had to imagine that look of surprise on your face he desperately needed to see. He decided to go all in and rip your panties off of you, the fabric of them falling onto the floor abruptly.

"What's gotten into you?" You breathed at him. One of his large fingers was inside you now, slowly moving in and out. Your muscles twitched at the sensation. He could be such a tease sometimes.

You didn't receive an answer to your question. You did, however, feel Bret's free hand reach up to your jaw. He moved your head to look straight into the mirror at you while he held you to him. How lewd you looked, hair a mess and panting away while Bret fingered you. He wanted you to see just what he could do to you. You were happy you were in a hotel room instead of a dark corridor or dressing room so you whimper and moan as loud as you wanted. Bret's grip on your jaw was tight. He didn't want you to miss the show.

Finally he released himself from the hickey. In the back of your mind you hoped it wouldn't look quite as bad as it felt. The dull ache seemed to spread and pump in time with your own raised heartbeat. Bret pushed another finger into you and your eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure.

"We're not standing in the mirror for nothing. Open your eyes and see how pretty you look." He was starting to get close himself just from the way you were writhing against him. With a superhuman amount of effort your eyes opened again to meet his in the mirror. The hand he'd placed on your jaw was now on your neck, his thumb rubbing lightly against the hickey he'd just left. He barely put any pressure into his grip as your orgasm took over you.

His name came out of you in chants and breathless pleas. Your knees buckled below you causing you to almost collapse right onto the floor. Bret's arms wrapped around your waist before you could fully fall down. There were a lot of words running through your mind that just couldn't form themselves into proper sentences. One thing did peek its way through -- you had to return the favor.

You turned to face Bret, pressing your head against his chest. You had to catch your breath. His own heart was beating fast at the heat of you against him. Your eyes blinked up at him innocently. You hoped they didn't betray you by showing him how much lust you were truly filled with. Just as he was about to speak, most likely to make a joke about you still going out for the night, his voice was cut off by his own strangled groan. You tugged his pants down and shoved a hand into his boxers. Bret began to stumble backwards towards the bed at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, stroking his length in the deliberate way you knew he liked. Your hand moved in a twisting motion from the base to the tip of him, his pre-come giving you what you needed to stroke at the perfect pace. Now you were the one in charge.

Bret collapsed on the bed. He was happy he'd managed to shake your hand off him as he sat. He wasn't trying to and definitely wasn't going to waste his orgasm on an (admittedly very good) handjob. No, your pussy was too good for that. He had to have his release inside you.

His wish was coming true. You hastily pulled his boxers down and straddled him. His arms wrapped around your waist again and he lifted you up off the bed, ankles locking behind him so you wouldn't fall from his grasp. So much for being in control.

"Sit against the headboard."

"Nah. I think I like having you in the air like this. I can keep a better eye on you."

"Suit yourself," You said with a smile. "Don't blame me when your legs give out and we both hit the floor too hard. You know you start to shake when you come."

It was true. He'd feel pretty embarrassed if he fell. Knowing you were right but not wanting to admit it, you came along with him as he moved pillows out of the way and sat against the headboard. You were back straddling him with full control of your body. The lustful look you were trying so hard to conceal was very present on your face. Bret had noticed you giving him that same look at sneaky and inconvenient moments for him. It never failed to make him hard. He once almost dared to take you right there backstage after you told him just how good he was after a match, that same look on your face.

"You're so good, Bret. So good…" You whispered. You had begun to grind against him. Even with it being torture for you, you knew how crazy it must be driving him. Your wetness slicked over his cock. Bret's eyes seemed to glaze over at the tip of him being impatiently placed at your entrance.

You yelped at the feeling of him filling you up, your body pressing into his further and your lips flying to his neck to suck on the skin there. He let you get adjusted to the thickness of his cock. You were frantically alternating from little kisses to lovebites while your walls clenched around him eagerly. You needed him to move! If he didn't start soon the hickey you left on him would be much worse than the one he left on you.

As if he was reading your mind, Bret thrusted into you. You chose to straddle him in an attempt at making him lose control while you bounced on top of him. You'd really show him! Secretly though you knew that he'd take control and fuck you instead, leaving you grind into him in response to the way he pounded into you.

His powerful legs gave him the leverage to drive himself into you over and over. Bret was getting a little dizzy from the stimulation on his neck. Your hands tangled in his hair when you lifted up your head to speak to him.

"How are you so good… every fucking time?" You punctuated your feelings with a whine. That familiar warmth that built up below was arriving again. You returned to the reddening bruise on his neck and began to suck again.

You were too much for him, in a good way. Everything about you made some kind of switch flip in his mind that made him only able to think of making you come. It was starting to become all encompassing to the point where he really didn't care if you two got caught. You would be worth it. He thought about he'd approach that subject with you to keep himself from painting your insides too early.

The attempt was futile. His strokes got deeper and slower whenever you pushed back onto him. The final time you did it, you positioned down on him, another orgasm locking you up completely. Your head fell back away from his neck while you moaned. You bounced just a little on him to chase the residual throes of your pleasure. That movement was enough for him to spill inside you, his cock twitching with spurt after spurt. He was glad he was able to wait. The come began to leak out of you almost immediately to your disappointment.

The stimulation was too much for the both of you. Bret raised you off of him and placed you on the bed beside you gently. The only sounds in the room were the two of you trying to catch your breath. You both stared up at the ceiling with all kinds of thoughts in your mind. You had to get up and use the bathroom, take a shower, get a glass of water, figure out your outfit for tomorrow…

You awoke with a start the next morning. Bright light streamed into the room pleasantly. It was going to be a warm day. The lack of warmth in the bed showed that Bret was no longer lying next to you. You scratched your head in confusion then noticed something was scribbled on the bedside notepad.

"You're in for a surprise…" The note said. Knowing him you were sure it wasn't going to be a fun surprise. Bret loved leaving cryptic notes around you just had to figure out on your own.

Climbing out of the bed you shuffled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. It took you a few seconds to notice the surprise he was talking about. Right there, plain as day, was a gigantic bruise right at the base of your neck. It was going to be a bitch to cover up. You weren't even sure you had enough concealer to do the job! You groaned with annoyance and decided to step in the shower, stewing in your feelings the entire time.

The door of the room opened as you stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel. Bret had a plastic convenience store hanging by his side. You decided to forgo the towel and tossed it onto the bed, leaving you bare in front of him.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He teased.

"Me?! What about you, Dracula?" You angrily pointed towards the hickey. The effect of anger was kind of lost on Bret considering you were naked and partially dripping wet.

Bret pulled the collar of his shirt to the side. He was also sporting an angry looking bruise. Embarrassment wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt. When he let go of his shirt the purpleish edges of the hickey still creeped past the collar. He really went to the store with it showing to the world. Something about you marking him as yours, him marking you as his, was very, very sexy. And kind of sweet.

"If I'm Dracula what does that make you?"

"A fool who spoke too soon. I can't believe you actually walked around outside with that giant hickey on your neck."

Bret shrugged. "Well I had to get these for us." Bret reached into the bag and pulled out two tubes of concealer. "The girl at the store giggled when I asked where it was."

You laughed at him too, softly and with appreciation in your voice.

---

"Do you wanna come to my room and watch your favorite scary movie with me?" You gave up on the Ghostface voice halfway through your invitation. Playing with lines from Scream was becoming a little game between the two of you.

"Sure, as long as I get to be the one that does the stabbing."

"Ew, that was corny." You rolled your eyes at him but laughed as he grabbed you into a hug backstage. It turned out that you two both sucked at applying concealer because everyone could tell that you two both had spent the night together. From the way you avoided each other that fateful day, they assumed you'd been sleeping together for a little while. The other wrestlers ribbed the both of you about your relationship, peppering in statements like:

Oh, I knew the whole time.

Who were you fooling?

I'm telling on you to Vince!

Somehow Vince was the last to know. When he finally found out by seeing you two hug, he was more upset that he couldn't figure it out before that moment then he was about the actual relationship. The bubble had popped on your secret. You didn't have to hide any more.

"Now we don't have to worry about the concealer any more." Bret said in a voice low enough for only you to hear. You smiled and kissed his cheek, no longer worried about the consequences of you being together.

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magnoliacharmed · 2 years ago

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Say What You Feel Inside

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Bret Hart x McMahon sister reader (one shot)

[Also available of Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~1.2k

Tags: Public displays of affection, fluff, arguing, misunderstandings, flirting, declarations of love, family fluff

Summary:

As the oldest McMahon sister, your relationship with Bret Hart is fun, frustrating, and surprisingly sweet.

(Thank you for the request, anon!)

S. McMahon, the oldest McMahon sibling

You generally keep a cool, aloof disposition. You're dissimilar to your dad and siblings in that way

When you’re public facing you don’t tend to smile often or participate in a lot of fun and jokes

You stay behind the scenes for the most part. Vince let you be in charge of the women's makeup/hair/costuming. You enjoy it and denied the multiple promotions he tried to give you

After rejecting him so often, Vince stopped including you in major business decisions. He's hurt by your supposed lack of interest no matter how many times you try to tell him you like what you do and you do it well. He'll still will run ideas by you before he finalizes them, valuing your opinion even when he acts like he doesn't

When you first met Bret, you diffused arguments between him and Vince more often than you expected to

One day, Bret absentmindedly says "You're a lot different than your siblings." It feels nice to be acknowledged for your reserved nature instead of it being looked at as a negative

After he pushes your father to the mat on an episode of Monday Night Raw, you say "You're kind of an asshole Bret -- I like it." when he returns backstage.

He realizes that you're the one who even convinced Vince to let himself get pushed. (or at least, egged your father on. "C'mon Dad, the ratings will be so good!")

The first time you give him a compliment (about how you liked how fluffy his hair got by the end of a match), Bret's face gets really really red. He's so embarrassed about it he brushed it off and walked away, leaving you laughing. As soon as heard your laugh he realized he’d never heard you laugh before. He wanted to make you laugh like that again forever.

The next time he sees you he manages to awkwardly ask you out to dinner. You say yes in the most nonchalant voice you can manage but feel butterflies inside. He feels the same way too, the invitation short and with little fanfare to keep him from tripping over his words.

By the third date you end up spending the night together

When you get up to sneak out of the hotel room (you're not someone who likes to stick around… too much opportunity to fall head over heels), he grabs at your waist in his sleep

Bret mumbles sleepily to ask where you're going.

You realize that you could just lie and say you're using the bathroom, then slip out quietly. Instead you stay, hiding in the bathroom for a few minutes before returning to bed

Bret immediately wraps his huge arms around you and you fall asleep shortly after.

He apologizes for the display of affection the next morning. "Been a while since I spent the night with a woman I really like-- I mean, I know we've only been on a few dates--")

You rib him about it all, from the grabbing to his stuttering about it ("Your accent is so strong when you're sleepy!") and remind him in a quiet voice that you stayed with him.

Vince is upset at first when he learns you're dating Bret, then realizes he can use you to his advantage to spy on him.

You don't want to do that and stick to Bret's side. It causes a huge argument between you and Vince.

Vince respects you for that decision in the end even though it annoys him

Stephanie doesn't like the relationship (you roll your eyes at that) but Shane thinks it's funny how pissed off Vince is about it and supports it

Owen tells Bret he approves - "If you're gonna date a McMahon, she's the best choice... even if she is kind of a hard ass. You are too though, so it's a match made in heaven!"

When you get in one of your type-A controlling moods Bret mutters: "Just like a McMahon." just to piss you off. You scoff at him and calm down, appreciating being brought back down to earth from the one person you'd let say that to you

Even when Bret gets irritated at your "suggestions" (about his hair, his ring gear, his promos, or pretty much anything involving him) he tends to follow them

You get in arguments, real screaming matches occasionally. He’s the only man who’s ever gotten you so upset to the point you’re raising your voice, let alone yelling!

You make it up to each other without ever actually saying sorry (usually whoever was in the wrong gives the other person a kiss on the cheek)

You decide to tell Bret you love him live on TV in a rare appearance. "I came on the show to tell Bret Hart one thing. Bret-- I love you."

He's in complete shock as the show ends before he can respond

Backstage after you go off the air, Bret is pissed. "Is this all for an angle, McMahon? Trying to get me caught up on tv? You sure know how to cut a good promo."

Bret is more angry at himself for falling into your trap. He knew the relationship was too good to be true, you were just using him.

You shake your head "no", equally as mad as he is. He knows how you like to keep a low profile so doing something huge like publicly declaring your love on television was a big deal! How could he think you were trying to trick him? Or maybe he was upset that you were even telling anyone that you two were together. No one knew about the relationship besides your families.

"Bret, I love you so much I came out from behind the shadows to scream it to the world. That's how serious I am about you, about us. I'm sorry if you didn't want anyone to know--"

He walks away from you and you don't see him again until next week's show.

Stephanie tells you that you'll be on again just for a few minutes, barely containing a smile on her face. Your nervousness doesn’t allow you any time to wonder why she’s acting so strange

At the start of the show you're left standing in the middle of the ring alone

"Now I know you all are wondering what was going through my mind last week when I said--"

Bret is suddenly walking up to the ring, a look of determination on his face

Your heart aches at seeing him but you keep your expression neutral

He climbs in the ring and time feels like it's slowing down as he pulls you into him, giving you a kiss in front of everyone that makes your knees weak. The flashbulbs light up like crazy around you

The crowd screams when his voice pipes in with conviction to say "S. McMahon, I love you too."

After the show, Vince tells you that he told Bret you didn't have any ulterior motives and that the stunt you pulled the week before was all your idea. ("If it makes you feel better I was upset she even went out there and did it.")

Bret put his pride aside to ask Stephanie to convince you to go back out so he could kiss you. Stephanie, as much as she didn't like him, did it because she wanted to see you happy

Bret apologizes for his behavior and the ambush of making you go back into the ring.

You playfully slap his chest and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

“Don't expect me to show up on TV with you again any time soon. I've never felt so exposed!"

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