#wwf smut

[arminmiflaco]

I was thinking about CM Punk (Phil) as your boyfriend. Smut!(not much), mdni!!!, ⚠toxic behaviors⚠

He is so arrogant and stubborn that he thinks he is always right, even when he is not, and inevitably wants to control you. You will never be able to dominate him, even if you want to.

The typical alternative boy and bimbo girl couple, you so sweet and innocent. He, a very disciplined boy, but a troublemaker... too much for your good.

He thinks you are his property, his jealousy is something you don't want to provoke! And it's not for you, but for those innocent people who end up paying the price.

Punk hates Jeff Hardy. According to Phil, Jeff has been lusting after you for a long time. You're a very pretty girl and that only fuels his jealousy, he doesn't want anyone else to see you but him.

When he found out that you and Jeff were friends, he almost went crazy, he wanted to smash his face in and never see you out of the corner of his eye again. He was mad, he thought you already understood that you can't have anyone else but him! Why do you have to talk to other boys? He has to be the only one in your life! Don't you have enough with him?

You have to understand!! He is so in love with you that he can't stand the idea of you spending time with others :(

Phil sits you on his lap and squeezes your cheeks so hard that it almost hurts.

- Doll, I hear you're talking to Jeff.

- W-what?

- I thought we talked about this, I don't want you talking to other guys.

- But that's not fair, I want to have friends! It doesn't mean I want to be with them :(

- You don't, but they do. Men's minds are so sick. I know Jeff, he obviously just wants a chance to fuck you.

- That's not true, Jeff is a good friend, he never talked to me like that...

- Y/N, I heard him say it, he's just another asshole who thinks he has a chance with you.

Obviously this was a lie from Phil to get you away from Jeff, but you never thought about it because you always saw Phil as someone who would never lie to you, who only cared about your well being.

You feel your heart breaking, you really thought Jeff respected you like you respected him, now your perception has changed and you don't want to see him anymore.

Punk sees the sadness in your eyes and hugs and kisses you, telling you how much he loves you and that he will always be there for you because he is the only one who cares.

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Now your hips are in the air as Phil mercilessly spanks you once, twice, even ten times as he angrily and lustfully claims you as his own.

- No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever be able to have you.

Then he turns you over and penetrates you quickly. You were already wet from the foreplay, but it was so rough and unpredictable that you couldn't help moaning from the slight pain, little tears coming out of your eyes, while Phil ruins you in a fast way, kissing you almost without letting you breathe, with one arm hugging you, bringing you closer together and the other touching your tits. He would only stop kissing you to say things in your ear, his most disgusting thoughts about his jealousy and what he would do to you scared the hell out of u :( but at the same time you couldn't help but get horny.

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I'm sorry, I know there are mistakes (English is not my first language)

[dirtywresling102]

Overtime - Razor Ramon (18+)

Razor Ramon x Marco

Commission: @magicbaaaaaby

Summary: Nearly clocking out, a customer calls for room service and Marco delivers, getting a very big tip.

Warnings: 18+, Male x Male, Oral, Smut, Cussing, Body Worshiping. 

Word Count:  4,004 

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9:59 PM

Only one more minute and I got to clock out from a long shift. I thought it was a good idea to work more hours to earn more money. The holidays were over now, nobody wanted to work extra hours since they weren’t rushing to save to buy gifts for their loved ones. My tired eyes stared at the clock, this felt like the longest sixty seconds ever. 

I caught myself yawning, covering my mouth and closing my eyes. I was miles from home but I could hear my bed calling me. With my clock out card in hand I sighed out in relief as it turned 10:00 PM. Twelve long hours and I was free to go. About to slip my card in the machine to stamp me out, my manager called me. “Marco.” 

I gritted my teeth, I swear I was doing everything for him today. “Yes, Justin?” I asked in a bored tone. I didn’t even bother facing him, my eyes were still glued on the little clock in the machine. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, watch some television and fall asleep. 

“Hey, before you go, that wrestler ordered room service.” He said. 

Groaning, I gripped the clock out card in my hand, crumpling it. “Can’t you do that? I’ve been here since 10 this morning.” I nearly hissed, trying to watch my tone. Justin wasn’t even my boss, he was my boss's son. 

“Yeah, well I have other things that need to be done. You know, management things.” What he meant by that was looking at half naked women in his playboy magazine while he relaxed in the office chair.

Shutting my tired eyes, I exhaled a breath. Knowing I needed the money, it wouldn’t be so hard. Ten minutes tops and I’m out. I had to double think about my bills and remind myself that they were worth it. Putting my crumpled time card back in the slot I huffed. “Fine, I’m getting paid for it though.” Finally I faced the man. “What does he want?” I asked. 

“He wants bath towels, pillows and a pizza.” Justin read the sticky note that was next to the phone. 

“What room?” I grumbled. 

“314, he’s waiting.” 

“Did you even order the pizza?” I looked at him, hoping he did.

“Hmm, no I forgot.” Justin said, sitting down, flipping to the next page of the magazine only to wolf whislte. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the phone. “He wanted cheese.” Justin added. Glaring at Justin for not getting the pizza order in, I dialed the nearest pizza joint. 

Hanging up the phone, I huffed. “Thanks to you, the pizza is getting here late.” 

“Uh-huh.” Justin said, paying no mind to what I was saying as he flipped through the magazine, his eyes glued to the naked women. “Why don’t you relax and wait for the pizza?” Justin asked, opening the small fridge next to him and grabbing a beer. “The old man is out of town and you get to hang out with the cool boss.” Justin cracked open the can and took a sip. “Look at some women with me.” Justin flipped the magazine towards me. I glimpsed at the women on the pages, her legs spread showing their bushes and exposed breasts.

My face turned a slight pink, never seeing a woman pose like that before. I had to quickly look away. “Not my thing.” I mumbled, staring out at the door wishing this pizza delivery boy would come quicker. 

“‘Not your thing?’” Justin repeated. I swallowed thickly, hoping I didn’t blow my cover. “Oh! You must be into those VHS pornos.” Justin wiggled his eyebrows. I exhaled a breath he didn’t notice.

“Uh yeah, something like that.” I mumbled, just glad that he didn’t put two and two together. Being gay in this time and age was frowned upon. One of my friends lost his job for being homosexual, he didn’t get flat out fired because the company knew that he’d sued. So, other coworkers bullied him until he quit. He had to move out of town and start a new life so he could live his life and not get bullied constantly. 

The bell above the door rang as the delivery boy in his late teens entered with the box in his hands. “I have a pizza for Plaza Hotel?” 

“Yeah, you’re at the right place, kid.” I fished for the hotel bank bag full of cash. Opening it I furrowed my brows to see it was empty. “Uh, Justin, where's the cash at?” I asked.

“I had to pay my car payment today, don’t worry I put an IOU in there, see?” 

Just as he said it I pulled out a piece of paper with a large ‘IOU’ on it. I huffed, looking at the kid who was looking at me. “Are you going to pay mister? I have other deliveries.” The kid pointed out.

“Yes, I’m going to pay. How much is it?” I asked, tossing the hotel money bag on the desk and fished out my own wallet.

“Four ninety-nine.” The kid placed the pizza on the counter. 

“Jesus, Four ninety-nine?” I asked as I opened my wallet. “What happened to three ninety-nine?” I grabbed a five dollar bill and placed it on top of the pizza.

“We have new owners now, they went up on some of the items.” The boy grabbed the money but still had his hand out.

“What? What?” I was a bit irritated as I grabbed the box of pizza to deliver it to the waiting guest in his room. 

“My tip?” He arched an eyebrow as if I was stupid. 

This boy obviously saw me have to pay for this pizza myself and wanted more. “Uh.” I looked around the lobby, behind the desk and finally over at Justin. Justin was grabbing yet another cold beer from the fridge and about to open it. I snagged it from his grip and tossed it to the boy. “Enjoy.” I gave him a fake smile.

“Oh sweet, thanks mister!” The delivery kid seemed happier with the beer than any money I’d give him. Possibly because he was a minor and it wasn’t easy scoring alcohol. 

It’s nearly been an hour since the man ordered room service. I quickly made my way to the laundry room, grabbing three fresh towels and two pillows. I stacked them on top of the pizza. Passing by the lobby, Justin was still in his seat. “Room 420.” He reminded me. 

I stopped in my tracks. “You said 314.” I corrected him.

“Wha- Oh, oh yeah. Room 314.” Justin didn’t even tear his gaze from the nudey magazine. 

Rolling my eyes I quickly went to the elevator and pressed the third floor button. “Fucking idiot, we don’t even have a fourth floor.” I shook my head. I couldn’t believe that my boss left him in charge while he went away on vacation. 

The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Stepping out and into the hallway, I took a right. Passing the doors I grumbled the numbers to myself. “312, 313 and 314.” Standing in front of the door, I arranged the items onto one hand and knocked with my free hand. 

“About time.” I heard behind the door. Hearing the locks unclick, the door swung on the hinges making a slight creak. My eyes went to the edge of the door, making a mental note to put oil on the hinges before someone complains about the annoying sound. “You know, I ordered this an hour ago, right?” 

My eyes tore away from the hinges and onto the person. “Yes, my apology-” I was quickly cut off by this man’s looks. “Holy shit, you’re Razor Ramon.” I choked out. I knew Justin said the customer that ordered room service was a wrestler but I didn’t think it was thee Bad Guy, Razor Ramon, Scott Hall.

“Yeah, I get that alot.” Ramon chuckled, opening the door wider. “Come on in.” My legs, being like jello, slowly walked into the room. I shut the door behind me. Looking over Ramon’s boy, he’s in shorts and nothing else. His chest and stomach is slightly hairy like a dark rainforest, his long raven hair is sweaty and curly, resting over his broad shoulders. 

“Well, Mr. Ramon. I uh, have the towels, pillows and your pizza for you.” I placed everything on top of the dresser by the box television. 

“No clean sheets?” He asked, his bushy eyebrow arched.

“Clean sheet?” I repeated.

 “I told that little asshole to put clean sheets on the list.” He huffed.

“I can uh, quickly get you clean sheets.” I pipped in, I didn’t want to make Ramon’s stay terrible. He was paying a fortune for this room after all. 

“Nah, I’ll sleep in the sweet juices.” He chuckled, noticing my confused face he added on. “Fucking all of those bitches made a mess.”

My face heated up. “O- Oh!” I swallowed, my eyes darting down to his cock, its outline bulging through his shorts. So he’s the reason for all of the noise complaints. 

“You know what I’m saying, right?” He laughed, walking over towards the items I brought, he tossed the pillows onto the bed. “I used all of my towels to clean up their gushing messes.”

“I uh, I actually don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Ramon.” I spoke honestly. 

He stopped what he was doing. “Please, call me Ramon. No need to be formal. What’s your name?” He smiled down at me. “Are you saying you’ve never made a lady squirt?” He read my facial expression. 

Biting my lower lip, I couldn’t help but to trail over his muscular body. He must have just got done fucking since he was so sweaty, the room was cool enough to not make anyone sweat. In my opinion it was a little too cold. I noticed Roman’s nipples were slightly hard as I finally looked up into his hazel eyes as he waited for me to reply. “My name is Marco and no, I’ve never done that to a lady before.” 

“Because you don’t have a strong dick game, Marco?” Ramon questioned, still not understanding.

I blushed as he used the word ‘dick’. No, I wouldn’t believe that was it, I thought I had a largely impressive cock for a man my age. “N- No, no. It’s not that. I’m saying I’ve never had a woman before.” 

“You’re a virgin?”

“Well, yes. But I’m saying women don’t intrigue me.” It was quiet for a minute. I swallowed thickly, wishing I could quickly eat the words that spilled out of my mouth. I just ruined the chance to hang out with the baddest, coolest wrestler in the WWF. I was about to exit until he said something.

“Do I intrigue you?” Ramon’s voice became huskier and deeper. He took a step towards me, his pupils darker. I wanted to take a step away but my legs wouldn’t allow it. I let him tower over me, staring at me. “Come on kid, you haven’t stopped staring at my cock since you stepped in.” Ramon pointed out. 

Another tinted blush hit my cheeks. My mouth became cotton-like. “Yes, yes you do.” I exhaled softly. My body was slightly shaking. 

Ramon licked his plump lip. “I bet you listen so well, don’t you little one?” He purred, placing his hand underneath my chin and made me look into his chocolate eyes. “Say ‘yes daddy’ when I’m talking to you.” 

“Y- Yes daddy.” I panted, I wasn’t expecting this when delivering room service. I was surprise that he was still hard after fucking all those women he was talking about. 

“Good boy.” He purred.

My heart was pounding against my chest faster than ever, it felt like I just got done running a mile. My first time with a man was going to be Razor Fucking Ramon. I had no idea he swung both ways. His gimmick was being a lady’s man. 

Ramon wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me close to his hairy and slightly sweaty skin. Ramon had a few inches on me in height. He ran his free hand through my hair, making me shiver. Leaning down, Ramon placed his soft lips against mine. We both moaned softly at the feeling of each other's lips. The kissing starts off slow, our lips molding into each other’s. Ramon’s tongue darts out and licks the bottom of my lip, asking for entrance.

I’m nervous, I’ve made out before but knowing I was under complete control by Razor Ramon had me shaking. Ramon grew impatient, the arm wrapped around my waist, his hand gripped my ass which made me gasp. Feeling Ramon smirking, his thick tongue slipped in between my gasping mouth and started to explore. His tongue swirls against mine, our tongues dance with each other, pushing and brushing up. He tasted like whiskey but it wasn’t anything too strong where I could get drunk off of.

Ramon slowly pulled away from the kiss, strings of saliva connected to our lips until it snapped away. I was slightly light headed, nearly forgetting how to breathe. “How was that?” Ramon chuckled, licking his lips.

My lips tingle with excitement. I wanted more, I needed more. How the fuck do I get more? “A- Amazing, I liked it, daddy.” 

“Good, keep being a good boy and there's more where that came from.” Ramon winked. “Now, take my shorts off, I think you’ll like what’s underneath.” He teased me.

My skin broke out in goosebumps, I was about to see another man's cock up close and personal. My fingers dipped into his waistband, slowly tugging it down his thick legs. “Don’t be shy.” He noticed how I stopped just at the peak of where his cock was about to spring out. Fully dropping his shorts down my eyes widened at his member. He wasn’t wearing any boxers so it sprang upwards in a fast manner.

My mouth watered with need. “Can I suck it?” I asked eagerly. 

Ramon was slightly surprised by me asking such a bold question, he shook his head no. “No, I think you’ll have to work your way up to that.” Ramon rolled his tongue over his lips. “But I do have an idea before you please my cock.” 

“Anything.” I breathed out.

“Worship my body.” Ramon took a few steps back and sat himself down on the cushiony love sofa, his legs spread where his large cock stood up, waiting for attention. My eyes kept staring at his large masterpiece of a body. “Marco.”

“Yes?” I snapped my attention to his face which had a big smirk on it.

“My cock can wait. Come.” He bent his two fingers in the ‘come here’ motion. Slowly making my way towards him, he leaned forward and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap with both legs over him. “Good boy.” He hummed. My eyes looked to his lips, leaning down I pushed mine against his. “I think my neck needs some attention.” He spoke softly in between the kisses.

Shuttering a breath as I felt his large hands on my waist, I leaned down and left open mouth kisses on his neck, collar bone and coming back up to his jaw line. He hummed lowly, eyes closed. His skin tasted slightly salty along with his natural scent. “Now the shoulders.” He exhaled.

Moving my head to his right side I placed kisses against his strong shoulders. Swirling my tongue around the soft skin. Once I was done on the right side, I pulled away and made my way onto the left, doing the same thing. “Lower.” He grunted. 

Taking myself lower, I latched my mouth onto his left nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, lightly biting. My body grew hot with anticipation knowing I soon will be swirling my tongue around his juicy cock. When I thought his left nipple had enough worshiping I switched to the right. As I suckled on the right nipple, my left hand cupped and caressed his large left bicep while my fingers kept  pinching and tweaking it. 

I felt his cock twitch aggressively between my thighs. My own cock was begging to be released from these tight uniform jeans. Pulling away, I looked down to see his cock oozing with pre-come, some of it even wiping onto my uniform, staining it. My hands were on his sweaty chest, leaning down I licked my tongue up his hairy chest. I moaned at the taste of his body sweat seeping into my tastebuds. 

“Someone is such a dirty boy.” Ramon laughed lowly in amusement. “Sluttier than the whore I fucked.”

Ignoring that comment, I made my way even more south. Getting off of his lap I wedged myself in between his thick thighs, my face leaning forward as I kissed softly around his navel area. My hands rubbing up and down his legs, I felt Ramon break out in goosebumps from my touches. 

His cock was so up and personal to my face, as I pulled away from his toned stomach I opened my mouth about to take the tip. Mere inches away from having his tasty dick in my mouth I heard him tsking from above. Closing my mouth, I pouted. Turning my head I started to pay attention to his muscular thighs. Kissing and rubbing the left, I turned my head and started to do the same to the right. “Almost there baby, just keep going.” Ramon moaned, his head tilting back against the sofa. 

Ramon scooted himself a little more over the edge of the couch. Noticing his legs spread a bit wider, I didn’t wait for permission. I gripped his thighs and placed my face in between his legs. “Fuck.” He moaned, arching his back as I kissed his ass, flicking my tongue against his entrance made the man above me shiver in delight. “Marco, yes.” He hissed as I darted my tongue in and out. He tasted even more devine. 

“S- Stop, stop or you’re going to make me come.” He grunted, pushing me away slightly with force. I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to make him come over the edge and spill his seeds all over me. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good to me.” 

My heart started to beat faster, my eyes landed on his throbbing cock and back up to him. “May I please have your cock now?” I begged.

He smirked, leaning down and brought his lips to my ear. “Eat up, Marco.” Pulling away, he slouched back into the sofa lazily and relaxed, waiting for the pleasure. 

“Finally.” I whispered to myself. I didn’t know where to start, should I start sucking his cock? Should I lube his ass and finger it while I suck him off? All of these thoughts were making me hotter. Exhaling a breath to calm my nerves I grabbed at his waist. Leaning down I started to pepper kisses all over his heavy balls. 

“Oh.” Ramon tilted his head back, enjoying the soft touches. Slowly I extend my wet tongue against his balls, giving it little kitten licks. Ramon’s hand landed on top of my head, his fingers running through my hair. “Are you teasing me?” Ramon arched an eyebrow.

“Oh never.” I couldn’t even tell if I was being sarcastic or honest. Paying a little more attention to his sac, I pulled away. Finally I get to suck him off. Gathering spit in my mouth, I spit on his cock watching my saliva drip down his veiny dick.

“Fuck, that’s such a hot sight to see.” Ramon groaned, his pre-come mixed with my saliva. I wasted no time, wrapping my lips around his cock I started to bob my head, moaning. My left hand fondled and massaged his balls while my right hand jerked off the rest of his cock that I couldn’t get. “Yes, yes, yes.” Ramon hissed, buckling his hips. His cock drove deeper down my throat. “Fucking take daddy’s dick. Hmm, good boy.” He praised me as I dropped my right hand away and forced him deeper in my hot mouth.

“Oh you really are trying to make daddy come.” Ramon noticed how badly I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, trying to milk the come out of him. I desperately needed to taste more of him. “You want daddy’s come? Well, I’ll give you daddy’s come.” Ramon said, gritting his teeth.

His grip on my hair grew tighter and his thrust became harder. My jaw ached as I had my mouth open so wide. I nearly begged for a break. Tears collected in the corner of my eyes as his thick dick rammed in the back of my mouth, I loved the slight sting and how raw my throat is going to be afterwards. “Keep fucking going, Marco. Oh yes, almost there, almost.”

Ramon’s hot moans and groans made my cock nearly burst out of my pants. I ignored my needs and focused them onto Ramon’s. Swirling my tongue, I suckled his cock with each thrust he did. Ramon dug his heels into the carpeted floor, his thrusts were rapid as he started to fuck my face. No warning, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and his warm come soon hitting my tongue. I moaned, shocked from the surprise orgasm. I tried to pull away but Ramon’s grip in my hair was too tight for me to break.

“Swallow it, whore.” He growled, his eyes still dark as he was coming down from his high. He bucked his hips slowly, making his cock go in and out of my fucked mouth. Trying my best I swallowed his come, slurping it around his cock and down my throat. Exhaling from my nose, he held me in that position for a few seconds longer, making sure I swallowed all of his seeds. 

Finally letting me go, I pulled off of his cock slowly. Saliva and extra come collected around my mouth. “Oh fuck, you look so hot.” Ramon growled. I was flushed, I heaved for fresh air to hit my lungs. Ramon looked at the time, it was late. “I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” Ramon stood up, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a few hundred bills. He helped me up and shoved the money in the back pocket of my pants, slapping my ass. “I’ll be back in a month and I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Have you ride that tight ass on my cock.” Ramon licked his lips. 

Nodding, I raised my hand to wipe the juices off with the back of my hand. Ramon gripped my wrist, pulling it down. Leaning down, he placed his hot mouth against mine. Slowly licking my lips and cleaning me up. He hummed at the taste of himself on my lips. My cock ached at the sounds. “One month, your sweet virgin ass will be mine.” Ramon whispered in my ear. 

With that I left, leaving Ramon with his fresh towels, pillows, a cold pizza and the best oral we both ever had. Exiting out of the elevator onto the main floor my boss’s kid lifted his head up from the porno magazine he was still reading. “You’re still here- what the fuck is all over your unifrom and what’s that smell?” He questioned in slight disgust. He’s never seen those large stains before I left. Justin’s nose was scrunched up from the stench.

Looking down at myself, I saw stains from Ramon’s sweat and come soaking into my clothes. I looked like a fucked worn out whore and smelt like one. “Long story.” I smiled large. “Let’s just say I got some overtime in.” I smirked, walking to the back to clock myself out for the night.

[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…

“Honey, I’m home!”

You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.

You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.

“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.

You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”

He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”

You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”

He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”

“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.

All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”

Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”

“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.

“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”

You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.

“Go get it.”

Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.

“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”

You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.

“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.

“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”

“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.

“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.

“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.

He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.

“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.

“And…?”

You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”

“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.

“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.

“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”

The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?

“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.

“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.

“I promise!”

“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”

Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.

“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”

Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…

~*~

“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”

You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”

“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

[double-vandammage]

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.               

[84reedsy]

Feeling like some Shawn Michaels appreciation

[stunnajit]

So…I have wrestling imagines that are comin very soon. I have a whole collection of drafts I’m scared to reveal 🧍🏾‍♀️🍓.

[magnoliacharmed]

I’ll Show You A Winner

(not my gif!)

18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 1,282

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

Summary:

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

Author's note: haha... yeah

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

“What’d you say?”

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

“Hmm.”

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

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

“Some man you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was until he slapped you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course it was, honey.”

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

“Damn straight.”

[90s-suplex]

... I wish Steve Austin would bully me 🙈

Yessss you get it!!!

I want need him to manhandle me, call me pathetic & then rail me into oblivion until the bed breaks 😭

pleaseee is that too much to ask for ?? 🤨

This man could literally degrade me, spit in my mouth, run me over with his 4-wheeler, put me in a stone cold stunner, pour beer over me, stomp on me and I'd be happy, so yeah, I am very normal about him !!

I have no one irl to talk about wrestling let alone scsa thirst 💀 so feel free to hmu :3

[andyisbleeding]

“Whore,” he moaned loudly. He was about to cum and was mad about it. You had been a brat all day and rubbed his cock over his jeans whenever you had a free hand. Kissing his neck and whispering filthy things in his ear in the quiet. He wrapped his hand tightly around your neck. “Is this what you want?” He thrust harder into you and squeezed at your nipples with his free hand. 

“Yes daddy,” you gasp.

‘Maybe next time you can share me?’ The thought made my pussy wet. The big red machine was yours and open to the thought of letting big brother watch. Maybe you’d be lucky enough to be shared by the two giants. 

[blowflyfag]

HEARTBREAK HOTEL

So! I originally wrote this for a friend of mine, and i dont usually focus on fem readers but i wanted to indulge her :) this is probably my... longest fic??? so get ready for a read folks. It is i wrote very early on.. so if it’s not the best i apologize. I also apologize for how much i describe the outfit and such since i did make it for a specific friend. 

THIS IS AN 18+ FIC IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT LOOK AT THIS PLEASE

anyways i hope you all enjoy it!!!

Your hands tugged slightly on the skirt you were wearing, hands clenching and uncleaning around the fabric as you sat on the plush red heart shaped bed. A palpable nerve in the air… the tall guy didn’t help much either, he was practically as tall as the doorway. Dressed in a black leather vest and pants and sunglasses even though the room was already dark enough. At least you thought it was. The way he kept adjusting his glove over and over caused a small pit of dread in your stomach, he could fucking snap you like a twig probably. You looked foreword to avoid him from seeing your own prying eyes and you glanced towards the open bathroom door. The only clear gleam of normal light coming from it, breaking up the dark red lights of the room you were in and showing the small fog of cigarette smoke that wafted from the bathroom. Hearing the humming from it revealed to you what waited for you… maybe we should go back a little.

You weren’t really… into wrestling. Sure you’d see it on tv every now and then, glance at a magazine in the store or hear others chat about it but you never really thought about it too much. However when the opportunity to see a showing of Monday Night Raw live presented itself to you? Well why not see what the fuss was about. And boy did you see what the fuss was about, it was… amazing! High flying action, people fighting. Hell someone even almost hit you from the metal gate. It was.. exhilarating! You found yourself quickly becoming a fan, Wrestlers like Double J, Yokozuna, you had a soft spot for heels… They were more interesting than the good guys! But your favorite bad guy… your favorite heel. Shawn Michaels.. he was many people's heart throb and the heartbreak kid maybe had you by the heartstrings. When showings weren’t happening in your town you'd find yourself rushing home to catch Monday Night Raw, just to possibly see the HeartBreak Kid.

But how did you end up in this cheesy love hotel? Well you and your friends decided to take a spontaneous trip. Las Vegas.. while you wouldn’t normally agree to it you had Paid Time off you needed to use and hey your friend offered for the ticket. Why not… and when you learned a showing of Monday Night Raw was happening at a theater near your hotel..? Well the two of you decided to go. It would be a fun memory! So there you two were at ringside, hooting and hollering as the match. You were dressed a bit nicer than usual. Your friend had spoken beforehand about how he knew someone who would be working at the event and could possibly slip the both of you backstage after it all to meet a few of your favorites! Maybe get an autograph signed luckily if possible but best to not push you luck too much. So you were dressed in a cute white top, a pale pink skirt and your favorite pink buckled shoes, walking in them could be a nightmare but god were they cute. The match was everything you could’ve wanted and more. Doink and Dink showed up to fight some new baby face, your friend got squirted by the flower Doink had on him, The Qubecers somehow won another match against the Smoking Guns but… that seemed to be a constant with how dirty they played.. and then the best part of the night show far. The familiar choir of woman’s moaning started and you let out an excited gasp. Shawn Michaels, with his bodyguard Big Daddy Cool Diesel making their way down the walkway and to the ring. The way he walked, the way he carried himself. God it was like being shot with Cupid’s bow and he was the first person you’d laid eyes on. You couldn’t deny that Diesel as well was a physical specimen to be gawked at. The embodiment of strength it seemed at some times, he reminded you almost of a Greek statue. As Shawn was doing his. “Glorified strip tease” to prepare for the match you watched the hat be flung in your direction. Excitedly you reached up to catch it in your grasp looking over to your friend with excitement evident in your face as you clung to the hat tightly in your grasp. For the match Shawn was going up against IRS. It was quite the match. Hell even Diesel walked by you guys for a moment to throw IRS back into the ring after Shawn had kicked him out. In the end Shawn won the match, dancing around as he did when he won that had you staring at every movement in awe.

Once the match had wrapped up you were grabbing your bag and looking towards the stairs before your friend grabbed you to motion for you to go back to your seat. “Hey. Remember what I said? My guy just needs us to wait for it to clear out a bit and then he’ll grab us ok? We just gotta wait.” He whispered to you and you nodded. Still holding onto the hat that had been flung at you with a giddiness in your soul. So you two sat, talking about the exciting match you had watched, your hopes for the next one you’d catch on tv before some came towards the gate. “Hey uh.. guys.” He seemed awkward… but this had to be the guy your friend had been talking about seeing how they got up to high five the guy. 

“Kenny! My man! You hooked us up right? We’re not gonna get you fired or anything?” Your friend asked and this Kenny shook his head. 

“Nahhh. The guys love meeting fans. ‘Specially the chicks.” Kenny said as he looked to you with a half smile. You offered your own weak smile back as you got up. Dusting yourself off before following him and your friend down the ramp, in a way following the footsteps so many wrestlers you were a fan of had. 

There was a bustle and commotion in the backrooms of the arena, staff walking by hurriedly to pack up stuff and others talking loudly on flip phones about… well you didn’t even know what. You stuck close to your friend as your heels clicked against the ground. You felt an excitement boiling and bubbling in your stomach that you couldn’t deny, you were actually gonna be face to face with wrestlers you liked! Who were you even going to talk to first… should you ask questions.. would you- your thoughts were cut off by your nudging you. “Hey. You lost in your mind again or something?”

“Huh..? Yeah I’m sorry! I’m just.. really excited.” You offered with a small giggle and Kenny chuckled.

“It’s no worry! I can imagine how exciting this is. So. Who you wanna see first… wait. Let me guess.” He said with a smirk. Glancing back to you and then down to the hat in your hand. “Could it beeeee… The Heartbreak Kid?” He asked and your eyes widened a bit. 

“Oh I wouldn’t want to be a burden! I know he was just in the ring and-“ Kenny cut you off abruptly. 

“Oh trust me. He’s not gonna mind if it’s you sweetheart.” Kenny snickered before looking at your friend and smirking. “Razor Ramon?”

“What! Am I that predictable?” They asked with a snicker before looking back to you. “Hey… you gonna be ok with them on your own and stuff..? I can always stay with you before I meet Razor and-“ now it was your turn to cut someone off.

“I’ll be fine.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Promise. I’m a big girl.” You giggled and your friend rolled his eyes. Shoving you playfully before you both continued to follow after Kenny before he stopped at a door and rapped on it a few times. 

“Hey! You got a fan out here.” Kenny yelled through the door and you raised a brow as you heard what sounded like some stumbling before the door flew open. Shawn Michaels. Shawn Fucking Michaels was less then 3 feet in front of you. God he was even more beautiful up close. He looked at your friend first. Half expecting it to be him who wanted to meet him but your friend simply shook his head, motioning to you with a slight head movement.

You froze for a moment as the spotlight was put on you. You cleared your throat and smiled wide. Telling him your name as you took his hand to shake, except he didn’t. He pulled it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss upon it.. you nerves shot and you felt yourself let out a nervous giggle out of reflex, “you.. uh. Would you like this back?” You said as you offered the hat to him that he had thrown during the set. He looked at it before smirking towards you.

“If it’d make you happy you could keep it.” He offered and you let out a small hum of excitement. Looking at him with such admiration in your eyes.

Kenny cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. “Alright. Perfect. Since you two are getting along so great. I’m gonna get our man here to his own meetup.” He said as he patted your friend on the chest and they rolled their eyes. 

“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”

“More than fine.” You offered as you went to give your friend a playful nudge. They chuckled and nodded. 

“Alright… just. Keep me in the loop alright?” They offered as you nodded excitedly and they scoffed before turning on their heel to follow after Kenny. You watched them walk off down the hall before feeling an arm wrap around your waist to pull you into their form.

“C'mon in. Be rude to leave you waiting out here in the cold.” Shawn said in a teasing tone that had you giggling like a dumb blond as you followed him into the locker room. He shut the door behind you once you had walked in. You looked around before stopping your movement, you noticed the large man near the locker, leaned against it as he pulled down his fingerless glove. Big Daddy Cool Diesel. Of course you knew him. He was Shawn’s bodyguard… of course he’d be here too.

“Big Daddy!” Shawn started enthusiastically as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “This is our friend (y/n)! She’s a real big fan.” He emphasized real, Causing you to offer a sheepish smile and small wave. 

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You started and only received a glance from over his shades before he looked back up. Shawn rolled his eyes and gave your shoulders a small squeeze. 

“Promise he’s more fun.. especially if we get him a bit warmed up. But what is it you want sweetheart? Photo? Autograph? What can Shawn Michaels do for you?” He asked effortlessly. As if it was a routine he had done a hundred and one times before.. or he was just a charming devil. 

What.. Did you even want out of Shawn Michaels. I mean. You knew what you wanted. But you feared saying that would leave you being hauled away by security and banned from any more shows. You have a nervous smile as you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry I just.. I’m very excited to be here right now. It's hard to think straight.” You admitted  and Shawn chuckled slightly. “

Oh I completely understand. I would be in awe in front of the Heartbreak Kid as well.” 

Humble didn’t seem to be a word in Shawn’s dictionary. So for a while you stayed there. Absentmindedly talking about the match, other wrestlers, upcoming events that maybe you shouldn’t have been let on… but the insider knowledge did make you feel special. As the time kept ticking however Shawn eventually stretched. “Say. You got anywhere to be tonight?” He offered and you quickly shook your head.. what. It was only 11:30… and Vegas never seemed to sleep. “How about you come out with me and Diesel tonight? Make you feel real special. We’ll give you the work around.” He offered as he sprung up from his seat on the bench. Going towards the locker to slip his jacket on. 

“Are you sure it won’t be a hassle? I don’t want to be any trouble getting back to my hotel and-“

“You can stay the night with us! It won’t be a burden at all!” Shawn interrupted you as he wrapped a hand around your shoulders to pull you close causing you to giggle. What the hell… why not. When would you ever have this chance again! 

So here you were. After a night of being driven around by a taxi driver to see the lights and sights you found yourself in their hotel room… one bed. An obnoxious heart shaped bed that seemed less and less practical as you thought it over, that red wallpaper, and the smell. A smell of sex that never seemed to have fully escaped the room. Your grip tightened on your skirt as you glanced towards Diesel once again. He himself seemed a bit annoyed by Shawn’s… insistence on fixing himself up... but it had been what. 15 minutes now? But just as you thought it over Shawn came out of the bathroom with that lopsided smile that looked perfect on him. 

“So sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart.” He said with a somewhat sincere tone. Leaning close to bringing your chin up to meet his gaze before glancing at Diesel. “Diesel! Least you could’ve done was warm the lady up bud. Last thing we’d want is for a fan to be uncomfortable right?” He asked with a cocked brow and Diesel grumbled something as he turned his head to the side. 

“Is… is he gonna stay in here during… this?” You asked and Shawn let out a small hum.

“Oh Baby.” He began before smiling. 

“We��re a package deal.” He said before bringing your lips to meet his. His kiss was needy. Desperate almost as his hands went to rest on your hips to pull him closer to him. Your own hands went to reach up to cup his face. A kiss that sent electric shocks through your body. It distracted you enough that you didn’t feel the bed dip from behind you, only feeling the sensation of large hands on your thighs and lips attaching to your neck. You let out a small gasp at the new sensations allowing for Shawn to deepen the kiss with you.

You were practically sandwiched between the two. Your wildest dreams finally coming true this very night. Your hands moved to grasp Shawn’s hair. Giving it a small tug which caused a small whine from him that sent shivers down your spine. Diesel’s hands gripped your thighs a bit tighter before the grip loosened as his hand slowly trailed up to the hem of your shirt. Shawn pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting for air as you raised your arms to help Diesel get you top off. You watched as it was thrown halfway across the room practically before watching as Shawn began to shimmy off the jeans he had been wearing, making a bit of a show out of it.. like he did with everything. However your attention was dragged around as you felt a large hand on your face. Directing you to look to the side where you were met by Diesel who continued where Shawn had left off. Kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your skirt. You quickly went to help. Sliding the fabric down your waist to leave you in only your undergarments. Diesel moved to slide his hand inside your underwear, large hands quickly finding that sensitive little Nub that had your hips bucking foreword. 

“We’ve got a lively one huh?” Shawn teased with a wolfish smirk before sinking to his knees in front of you. “Works perfectly for me. I knew you’d warm her up just fine Diesel! Just next time.. why don’t you do it while I’m getting ready Hm? Don’t want it to be awkward for our company.” Shawn raised a brow before pulling your underwear down your leg and smiling wide at the prize presented to him. Diesel rubbing and teasing your clit, having you moan wildly into his mouth, Shawn quickly moved forward to latch onto your weeping cunt, licking eagerly which had you pulling away to cry out in pleasure. Legs shaking before Diesel set his free hand on one.

“Cmon. You can take it. You were doing so well!” His tone was almost teasing as his fingers kept circling your clit, having your stomach knot and coil. Your hands quickly went to grip the leather of Diesel’s pants and you cried out. Honestly the barrage from both of them had you cumming almost instantly, your back arching as you cried out in pleasure. Shawn pulled away from your pussy with a smile on his face. Wiping his lips before looking to Diesel who also withdrew his hand from your clit as he patted your thigh. His gaze met Shawn’s which had a playful nature to it. Holding his hand out expectantly in a fist, Diesel quickly followed suit as well.. were… were they really playing rock paper scissors? Rock beats Scissors, Diesel had won the game. Shawn rolled his eyes. “Best of Thre-“

“Shawn. You said it yourself. We’ve kept the poor girl waiting long enough.” Diesel smirked as he patted your thigh and Shawn relented. 

“Right right. How selfish of me.” He cooed as he tussled your hair before moving back towards the top of the bed. Diesel helped you shift to your stomach. Rubbing a small circle into your lower back before pulling away. Shawn himself sat expectantly. Legs spread as he looked at you with a smile. “You still got energy in you pretty girl?” He asked as he went to place a hand on your head. You nodded before moving a bit closer to take his cock in your mouth, savoring it for a moment before beginning to bob your head slowly along the length, shawn tilted his head back. Letting out a small sigh as he closed his eyes and tightened the grip on your hair. “That’s it sweetheart…. You’ve got it.” He encouraged. But you were brought out of the bubble abruptly.

You felt a heat prodding at your entrance. Big. That was the first thing that came to mind, big, hot, heavy. You glanced back to see Diesel Aligning himself. Teasing a bit with long drags against your pussy that would occasionally graze your clit causing a small whine that caused a groan from Shawn. “Diesel… whatever you’re doing don’t fuckin stop man…” Shawn said before looking to his bodyguard who smirked before finally inserting himself. Your legs shook ever so slightly as he did, back arching as you went to pull away from Shawn to let out a moan. Diesel filled you up in all the right spots, as if he was made perfectly for you. They both were. You almost were sure this was a dream. This couldn’t be possible. But Shawn quickly brought you back to the moment as he cupped your face with one hand. 

“Thought you said you had it in you.” He teased and you gulped. Whining for a moment as Diesel worked on pounding into you. You gripped the sheets tightly before you sunk your head down back to Shawn’s length to continue your earlier work, bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along his stupid pretty cock. No wonder he was always so showy about it.. about himself. He was an enigma almost, a modern day Dionysus. You moved your hands to grip Shawn’s thighs instead, it helped you feel a bit more grounded in a sense… 

Diesel’s thrusts into you had you seeing stars, he could be so brutal with his grip around your waist… his hands were huge. But it was a good brutal. The kind of brutal you’d think back oh and go man. That was a wild night… 

You pulled away from Shawn’s length for a moment to catch your breath. Your hand going to take the place of your mouth, it was well lubed up enough at this rate, you quickly began to move your hand up and down the length. Looking up to Shawn with pretty doe like eyes. 

“A-am I doing good..?” You asked with a smile. You knew you were doing good. You placed his tip to your ginge as you kept your hand movements going, Shawn gritted his teeth slightly as his hands gripped your hair. 

“Fuck… fuck yeah you’re doing good just..” he let out a small groan, it didn’t take long before he had come undone and was spewing into your mouth. You quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip to try to catch as much as you could, hand still working to pump what was left into your mouth. Once it was over and you pulled away from him, his head slumped as he panted. “Jesus sweetheart…” he began with a smile before looking at you, his eyes softening as he watched Diesel work. Pounding into with a vigor that he had experienced himself. Shawn took his time reaching over towards a heart shaped ashtray to start a smoke for himself,  he might as well enjoy the show. Diesel had hiked one of your legs up to get deeper inside, if that was even possible but you seemed to be enjoying it with the way your eyes rolled back and hands dug into the sheets as if at any moment they’d disappear from under you. It didn’t take long before that coil in you snapped once again causing you to spiral and cry out as you came against Diesel’s length, before Diesel himself finished he pulled out abruptly to furiously rub himself to finish. He ended up spraying his load on your stomach as he panted slightly. Looking down at you before fixing himself to put himself back in his pants.

The rest of the night was a blur. To fucked out of your mind to clearly recall but you remembered bits and pieces, heart shaped bathtub, Shawn and Diesel kissing, how comfy the bed was once you were under the covers… no wonder you passed out so quickly… and when you awoke you were on your own. You looked around for a moment before rubbing your hips.. Diesel had done a number on you. On the bedside table sat a tray.. someone must’ve called room service for you before leaving… it made you feel. Nice that they had thought of that for you. Your clothes were neatly folded and set on one of the chairs with your bag, and the hat on top, and near the tray you noticed a little piece of paper.

‘Call me if you ever need some good fashion lovin~’ 

The flowy handwriting and number made you feel giddy… he left you his number. Shawn Michaels left you his number. You quickly went to put the piece of paper in your bag. Stumbling a bit to get there but once you did your phone began to ring. You stared at the number for a moment before picking up.

“Hey! I was wondering when you’d pick up!” Your friend's voice rang out and you smiled. 

“Sorry just… slept in. That’s all.”

“Slept in. Uh huh. Yeah sure I totally believe it.” They teased, causing you to giggle. 

“Oh whatever… how’d it go last night with Razoooor Ramon.” You said in your own teasing tone and you could hear the snicker from the other line. 

“Oh it went just fine. I won’t get into the nitty gritty… but where are you at? I want to make sure I don’t lose you.”

“I’m at the heartbreak hotel.” You could practically hear your friends gasp in realization at what your night had been like. You snickered, telling your friend to give you a little to get ready before you’d be ready to go…

[arminmiflaco]

I can't take it anymore, I need him so bad💔💔

I just want him to grab me and spank me until I cry, degrade me while calling me 'princess' and ruining me in every way possible...

No matter how old he gets he will always look so hot😍😍😍 pussy on fire🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️🗣

[1800miserablethot]

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.

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ cm punk

˚⋅teasing phil leads to some well deserved punishment.

˚⋅ contains black female reader, bimbo reader! quick whip, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, piercings, degradation, filth, cum shot, cum eating, rough, orgasm denial, spitting, choking, spanking, slapping,minors don’t interact

bimbo reader! who stumbles into the house wedges clicking against the marble floor with a grin. eagerly calling for your boyfriend as you sit the assorted shopping bags down.

“phil!” you whined again smiling as the tattooed man stands before you. a white towel snug around his waist , hair dripping from the shower with a curious gleam in his eyes.

“look what I got.” you’re flipping up your denim skirt a glimpse of metal catches his attention. a surface piercing just above your clit. while your pretty tongue adorns a similar ring. phil believes he’s going crazy.

bimbo reader! whose face is buried between sanrio plushies. phil’s tattooed hands decorated in rings on either side of your round ass spanking harshly.

“stupid little whore letting some guy pierce you.” he rips your blue lace panties stuffing them in your mouth as his tip rubs against your creamy folds.

“who knows what you did for those piercings probably fucked him.” phil spits slamming his entire length inside of you. you know bad girls don’t get time to adjust.

you’re milking him ,thick thighs and ass slamming on his dick. the drool from your mouth staining the couch and ruining your panties still between your teeth.

he’s pulling at your extensions, strawberry lip gloss faded as he kisses you deeply shedding the panties from your mouth. a harsh bite to your bottom lip making you wince.

“you’re making me crazy women.” he grabs your neck arching your back further as you clench around him. the sounds of clapping and your slippery pussy has you in a haze.

bimbo reader! whose flipped around phil’s hands grasping at your love handles to bounce you on his dick.

“if you knew any better you wouldn’t dare cum.”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper words babbling but it’s no use. only increasing the rate you bounce your ass on his cock, the motion similar to water enticing him.

“shut the fuck up.” he’s stern fingers wrapping around to flick at your piercing. the cold metal and soreness jolting your senses. “you’re lucky I don’t rip it out.” your juices are coating his balls both thighs sticky in arousal as he ridicules you. dirty little girl.

you’re greedy. several approaching orgasms washed away as you try your best to be obedient. phil chuckling as he pulls both of your sensitive nipples twisting them wickedly. your pain being his enjoyment.

“unfair.” you whine out earning a slap to your cheek the tears brimming your hazel eyes. “what’s unfair is you being a stupid slut.” he’s pulling your head back again spitting in your mouth to which you swallow.

bimbo reader! whose on her knees mouth agape and tongue poked out eager for phil’s cum. “gonna coat that tongue ring.” he’s biting his lip staring down at your pretty face.

plump lips, ass propped up, and loose curls framing your brown skin sends him over the edge. he groans the profanities spilling as he strokes one last time lazily cumming in your mouth.

droplets of semen covering your ring while most splashes your cheek and eyebrows swallowing in earnest. he pulls you to your feet face covered in cum while he tugs at your swollen clit.

“now let this be a lesson the next time you fuck with me.”

[take-taker-taken]

hi can you do ABA!taker x over dressed plus size!reader. Their just walking around backstage and she’s in a full face of makeup and some pretty dress. You can add some smut if you’d like :) Thank you!

OK, here we go! I might have got a bit carried away with the smut…

All Dressed Up

You’re aware of the sideways glances and the double takes that are thrown your way as you both wander through the maze of concrete hallways. Your heels click on the floor, heralding your progress and when heads turn to look they see him first - hard not to, given his stature. Pushing seven feet and with neatly clipped red hair, he’s every bit as huge as he looks on TV and even in your heels you only just graze his shoulder. He holds tightly to your hand as you make your way along and makes the occasional check down on you, just to make sure all is well.

You hadn’t been sure what to wear at first - not as if you were going to be on camera or anything like that, but you wanted to look and feel good. People still raise eyebrows about your relationship though wouldn’t dare say anything out loud. It sure pisses off a lot of ring rats who clearly operate under the misconception that no one would pick anything other than them. Taker treats them with disdain and positively delights in your generous curves - barely a minute goes by when he’s not touching you in some way or another. With that in mind, you’ve chosen a classic little black dress with gold glitter through it that creates a subtle sparkle. It’s got a small split to mid thigh, and a keyhole detail to the front that gives a tantalising glimpse of your ample cleavage.

You slow to a halt near a sign that directs people to the on-site office and he twists his hand so that you step with your back to the wall.

“I won’t be more than a couple minutes,” He says. “Just need to find out whether the finish changed.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be right here,” You say with a smile and a small shrug.

A small growl rumbles in the back of his throat and and he moves in close. “Guess I’d better give you somethin’ to be goin’ on with,” he says and then leans down and crushes his lips to yours.

You wrap your arms around his waist as you return the kiss just as enthusiastically, your tongue dancing with his as people continue to pass by, no doubt staring as they go. You don’t care. He gives you a last peck to the lips before disappearing through the door and content with the taste of him in your mouth you patiently await his return, taking the moment to touch up your lipstick with a small mirror from your purse. By the time you’re tucking it away the door opens again and he strides out, swooping an arm down around your middle.

“Everything OK?” He asks, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“Mmhmm,” you nod and then give a smile and small wave to Triple H as he walks by before looking back up. “Gonna get all possessive now?” You say, as you see his eyes track the other man’s progress down the hall.

“Do I need to?” He counters, looking back down at you.

You slide a hand across and stroke over his upper thigh through the blue denim. “I wouldn’t mind if you did…”

“Is that right…” He mutters and then he squeezes your ass cheek - hard - with one big hand. He leans down and you feel a rush of lust when his goatee scratches your neck as he speaks right into your ear. “I could take you right here, baby, but let’s find somewhere where a little more private.”

He stands straight again and grabs your hand, setting off down the hallway with purpose. Getting somewhere with him is never simple as so many people want to speak with him. He always spares a minute because that’s just the way he is, but he keeps conversations short and a firm arm around your waist. Eventually you make it to his dressing room and he kicks the door shut after ushering you inside. He takes a seat on the low couch and beckons you over, his eyes roving hungrily over your form as you move towards him. You stand between his spread legs and he smirks up at you as he reaches for the hem of your dress. He squeezes your thighs and then carefully eases the material up until it’s bunched around your waist, letting out a low whistle as your garter belt comes into view.

“Baby, you tryin’ to kill me?” He runs his fingers over the belt, tracing down to the lacy stocking tops. “Get on in here,” he adds, reaching one arm around to pull you in closer while his other reaches for your panties, moving them to one side.

Your hand comes down to clutch at his hair as you feel his long tongue teasing your labia. It traces all around, alternating between broad strokes and the very tip flicking over your clit. There’s a brief pause when, clearly tired of holding them out of the way, he grabs your panties with both hands and rips them clean through which enables him to cast them aside completely. Obstruction removed, he dives back in and you grind against his face knowing that it won’t take much of this to make you cum.

He positively growls against your mound as he eats you and your knees start to feel weak. He pauses briefly and glances up just as you look down to see why he’s stopped. He grins and licks his lips before giving you a wink. “Feels good huh, baby?”

You nod frantically and with your hand still in his hair try to urge him back to action. “Don’t stop… want you to make me cum…”

He chuckles and then renews his efforts, circling your clit with the very tip of his tongue. Your head falls back as you move your hips in counterpoint, rapidly heading towards the peak.

“Fuck… gonna cum… fuuuck!” You clutch his head tightly as you ride out the waves of pleasure and eyes closed, you lean back slightly into his hold. Your chest heaves and then when you feel him moving about you look down and find that he’s worked his jeans open. Understanding, you climb on to the couch and kneel astride him, allowing room for him to get the jeans and shorts down to his knees.

He looks up at you and then nods down to his hard dick. “Hop on, baby. Let me enjoy all this properly,” he says, plucking the straps of the garter belt.

Without missing a beat you slide down until he’s fully sheathed in you and then circle your hips before placing your hands on his shoulders so that you can move up and down. He places his big hands on your ass to help you settle into a rhythm that pleases you both.

“Damn, but you’re beautiful,” he says. “All made up, nice dress, proper lingerie… and bouncing on my dick.”

You lean forward and capture his mouth for a kiss, moaning at the sweet taste of yourself that’s still on his lips and tongue before you slide one hand down to stroke your clit.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, breaking the kiss and murmuring against your lips. “Play with that little nub while I fuck you.” He mouths at your breasts through the material of your dress and the gentle bites are gearing everything up.

“I’m gonna cum again…” You manage to say and he hums with pleasure and steps up the pace of his thrusts as he wraps his arms around you.

“That’s it, baby… cum all over my dick - wanna feel you squeezing me when I shoot, c’mon…”You cry out as the second orgasm hits you and he’s thrusting up so hard and fast that you could swear your teeth are rattling in your head. “Fuck! That’s it - oh, fuck yeah…unnngh!”

You fall forwards against him, hearing his heart thumping and he continues to hold you tight as you both come down from the peak.

“Are you supposed to do that before a match?” You ask eventually, with a small wriggle.

Laughter rumbles in his chest and he kisses your head. “It’ll bring me good luck, baby.” You straighten up again and carefully get to your feet, bracing your hands on his knees for stability before giving him a small smile.

“Remind me to make you get possessive more often.”

END.

[double-vandammage]

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.

[84reedsy]

Can I request female reader x SCSA with no. 48 “be a good girl and spread your legs” 🫢?

You paced in the bedroom. Steve had asked you to be waiting in his room when he returned from the road. You knew what he wanted; you knew his plan.

While you had fooled around (rather excessively) it had always stopped short. Many times, it was to your annoyance,  but Steve insisted you wait. You weren't sure why, he'd come close to splitting several zippers.

You were nervous,  but excited. Pacing wasn't helping so you sat on the edge of the bed instead. He would walk in and there you'd be waiting for him exactly where you wanted him. The silk and lace lingerie wouldn't leave much to his imagination.

All those moments that had ended just shy of desperately wanted pleasure played through your mind. You imagined feeling his hands traveling to places they hadn't before. Your hand slid up your thigh, tracing the path you hoped he'd take. 

You closed your eyes as you pictured him crawling on top of you,  his icy blue stare tearing down your resistance wordlessly. Your fingers slipped between your thighs and you moaned lightly at the gentle pressure of your fingertips.

“Doing my job for me?” A gruff, amused voice called from the doorway. You were startled, clamping your legs together as you were caught. His wry smile told you he didn't mind the show. 

“Just impatient for you to get here,” you smiled though your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

He tossed his bag to the floor and with one hand grabbed the hem of his tshirt and slipped it off in a single movement. His thickly muscled arms flexed as he moved toward you and you licked your lips as he unbuckled his belt.

You slid slowly backwards on the bed, biting your lip as he slipped the belt out also in one fluid movement. 

“I oughta use this on you, naughty girl,” he folded the belt and snapped it together, making you jump, but giggle at his threat, “But…I like you naughty,”

He grabbed your ankle to keep you from scooting back any farther and pulled you back to him. 

“Where do you think you're going, young lady,” he smirks, unbuttoning his jeans as he crawls over you,  “you've got some business to take care of…”

He took your hand and slid it in his pants, letting you feel him first. The rigid, pulsing flesh made the air rush out from between your lips; his muscles weren't the only thing that was thick. 

“Now this is what I’ve wanted to play with,” Your voice low and sultry, arousal tingling in your core. You bit your lip and moaned as his fingers slid between your thighs with blind precision. 

“Mmm, let’s see how wet you can get, darlin,” He drawled in that raspy low tone. 

The words alone did the job, but his fingers slipping inside of you made you arch off the bed as he teased your gspot with purposeful control. You bit your lip and moaned as the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, the callous rubbing it roughly. Your grip around his shaft tightened as you squirmed under him, moving in short, paced strokes. 

“I gotta have a taste, baby…” He leaned down to kiss you with a teasingly light kiss, his lips moving downward, “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

Your legs moved apart slowly, but the nerves dissipated as he moved your panties to the side and his tongue licked up your slit. He made another slow pass, flicking it firmly over your clit as he hummed. Already almost to the edge from his manual stimulation, his mouth was bringing you to it even quicker. Your hands slid over his smooth head, pressing him into your desperately aching sex. Your hips rolled, his arms snaking around your thighs to hold you still by the hips. 

He was in control, reminding you. His rough beard rubbed against your pussy lips as he latched onto your clit and suckled it firmly. You couldn’t hold back any longer, cumming as he held you tightly. His hoarse groan vibrated against you, making your eyes roll back as you gasped in time with the pulsing pleasure that flooded through you. 

Your head still swam as he kissed your thigh, wiping the excess of your juices from his lips on it as well, before kicking off his jeans and laying over you, hooking his strong arm around one of your legs. The motion opened you up to him and he slid inside of you, aided by your wetness.

“Damn girl, you feel good,” He said in a raspy breath, sliding almost completely out before thrusting quickly to rest fully inside of you again. It was no less overwhelming each time he moved his hips, his throbbing manhood a welcome intrusion. His hips moved with reckless abandon, his body tensing as he watched you grasp your tits and pinch your own nipples. 

“Mmm, like that cock, don’t you?” he said, quickly replacing one of your hands with his mouth, your hand holding his head to it firmly as you rolled your hips to meet his ever harshening thrusts. You were glad he’d waited, this intense satisfaction was worth the wait and more. 

“God it feels so fucking good…” You whimpered, barely managing the words out before you moaned through another orgasm. 

You slid your hands down his ribs as his thrusts shortened and plowed you roughly. You held his waist, your thighs gripping his hips, your body hungry for his seed. With a raspy groan and stilted thrust and shook your entire body, his cum rushed from his cock, warming your sensitive womb. He moved slower now, but rode out each tremor of his release, soon collapsing next to you. 

“Damn, baby…just…damn” He said breathlessly, resting his arm over his sweaty forehead. 

You laughed to yourself, catching your breath as well, “Took the words right out of my mouth,”