I want to cockwarm Shawn Michaels in his office and deepthroat him
a/n— oh baby, me too, but while people are in the room🥳
Shawn's lips pressed against yours, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world but he didn’t. In just a few minutes, he’d be having a meeting. You moaned into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as your tongue massaged his.
“Mm—isn’t your meeting soon?” you asked, between kisses.
“Don’t worry about that sweetheart, just sit on my dick and look pretty,” his gruff voice retorted.
Your eyes widened. He quickly unbuckled his belt, easing his hard cock from his boxers making your breath hitch. His hands skimmed down your back, settling at your hips before lifting you with ease, guiding you onto him.
“You comfortable, sweetheart?” he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with amusement.
You barely had time to respond before there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Shawn called, completely unfazed, while you tensed on his cock. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily around your waist as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
A few NXT talents stepped in, greeting Shawn with respect, eyes flickering curiously to you. You kept your expression composed, but underneath the table, your fingers dug into his arm as you shifted slightly, the hardness of him impossible to ignore. You could feel every inch, every vein, you felt so full and it took everything out of you not to jump off him.
Shawn, the professional he was, didn’t falter. His free hand casually rubbed slow, absentminded circles against your clothed clit, an infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continued speaking.
“You okay, sweetie?” he whispered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.
You swallowed hard, keeping your voice steady. “Mhm. J-just fine.”
He chuckled softly, the sound almost smug. “Good girl. Sit tight on that dick, won’t be long.”
And so, you did—trying your best to keep still, even as he made it impossible.
Shawn sat back in his chair, his grip firm on your waist as the meeting carried on like all was well. But beneath the table, where no one else could see, his hips bucked up, thrusting harshly into your pussy. The movement sent a jolt through you, your fingers tightening on his arm as you forced yourself to stay composed.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low. “Be a good girl and be still. Wouldn’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, would we?”
Heat crawled up your spine, your breath catching as his hand smoothed over your hip, grounding and tormenting you at the same time. You bit your lip, forcing down the whimper threatening to escape, eyes fixed on the conversation in front of you while your body betrayed you completely.
Minutes stretched on like hours, each slight movement of his hips sending another wave of frustration and pleasure through you. You knew he was enjoying this—knew it from the way his fingers flexed against your waist, from the low chuckle he let slip when you squirmed a little too much.
Finally, Shawn clapped his hands together, signaling the end of the meeting. The NXT talent murmured their thanks, filing out one by one until the door clicked shut behind them.
As soon as you were alone, Shawn turned you in his lap, his hands framing your face as he pulled you into a teasing kiss.
“See how easy that was?” he murmured against your lips.
You exhaled shakily, narrowing your eyes at him. “Easy for you.”
His grin widened, fingers brushing along your jaw as he leaned in again. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m not done with you yet.”
He put you on your knees with ease and leaned back in his chair, his fingers tilting your chin up as he looked down at you with a smirk. His thumb traced along your jaw before he tapped it lightly.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his cock hard, covered in your juices and right at your mouth.
You obeyed without hesitation, taking him into your throat as his eyes darkened. His fingers ran through your braids as he murmured quiet praises.
“That’s my good girl,” he hummed. “Suck that cock.”
The knock at the door made you freeze, your breath catching as you instinctively moved to rise, but Shawn’s grip tightened just slightly. His voice remained calm, steady, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“I didn’t tell you to get up,” he muttered. “Keep sucking.”
Your eyes widened, but before you could take his cock out of your mouth and protest, he called out, “Come in.”
The door swung open, and you pushed yourself to take him deeper, every nerve in your body buzzing. The person greeted Shawn, then hesitated.
“Where’s Y/N? Thought she was here.”
Shawn didn’t even flinch. “Oh, she left a little while ago.”
A pause. “Huh. Didn’t see her leave.”
Shawn merely shrugged, smoothly steering the conversation elsewhere as he spoke like nothing was unusual. But you could feel the tension in his cock, the way it twitched, the way his fingers flexed slightly, as if testing his own restraint. You stayed quiet, bobbing your head slowly as you listened to the conversation above you, knowing exactly what you were getting away with.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally shut again, signaling that you were alone. Shawn let out a slow breath, his head tilting down to meet your gaze.
“That,” he murmured, “was perfect. You were perfect.”
A shiver ran down your spine at the praise. It willed you on and you took him even deeper, the sound of gagging filling the room. You worked him over as he moaned, lips then your tongue trailing along his shaft and your hands massaging his balls.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart. You want my cum so bad, don’t you?” he groaned.
You hummed around him, deep throating his cock with your watery gaze locked on his.
“Swallow my cum then. Swallow every drop, baby.”
With a deep, ragged moan that went straight to your pussy, Shawn’s warm cum shot down your throat. You guided him through his orgasm, sucking as you swallowed every drop. You didn’t stop until you felt him soften in your mouth, then you took him out with a pop, a trail of spit connecting you to him.
He leaned down slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips and tasting the remnants of his cum. His smirk was evident even as he whispered against your mouth—
