#present time

Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past.

-- T.S. Eliot

(Oneshot - Hbk)🫧

The night had arrived, and with it, the 2025 WWE Hall of Fame ceremony. It was an event you had been eagerly anticipating, and now that the moment had finally come, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. A month ago, you had spent hours deciding what to wear, aware that the cameras would capture every moment of the night. Ultimately, you had chosen a body-hugging suede dress that perfectly accentuated your figure, and the deep purple color seemed to hypnotize everyone in attendance. Your hair cascaded down the side of your face, and you felt like the center of attention. The ceremony was a perfect blend of harmony and fun. You were emotionally overwhelmed when he appeared in front of the crowd, highlighting his relationship with Triple H. But what truly took your breath away was when you saw the playful kiss they shared. It was a gesture that seemed to hold its own story, and you enjoyed every second of the ceremony, feeling like you were part of something special.

Once the event was over, the stars began to disperse, and you joined the crowd to take photos and fulfill the company's protocol. The WWE was a giant, and you knew every moment was an opportunity to shine. As you walked through the hall, you noticed someone was watching you. At first, you thought it was your imagination, but then you saw him clearly. It was him, and he seemed to be waiting for you, although he disguised his gaze by scanning the room. However, he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you, on your body and face, more than once. As you moved forward, you felt your heart racing and your stomach tightening into a sensation you knew all too well. Being close to him always triggered this reaction in you, a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"A photo together," the photographer said, gesturing to them with a professional smile. His words resonated amidst the bustle of the company, where all employees and workers were scattered, attentive to every move. You and he exchanged a glance, a mix of amusement and tension crossing their eyes, but both knew they had to maintain composure. The gallery of curious gazes and cameras pointing at them made a natural facade essential.

Shawn placed his hand on your lower back, a warm and firm presence that almost touched the start of your buttocks. The strength of his grip, though controlled, conveyed a clear intention, a desire both knew was better kept silent. After a few seconds in that position, they exchanged glances, and in that brief contact, both felt electricity run through their veins. Then, Shawn leaned in a bit closer, and with a satisfied smile, squeezed your waist tightly, making you bounce slightly, pulling you even closer to his chest. You just smiled, aware of that double intention, letting the contact speak for itself.

"You look beautiful," he murmured.

"Thanks, boss," you said with a playful smile. "You're not bad yourself, that suit suits you." To emphasize your response, you placed the tip of your fingers on your lips and, with an impeccable gesture, mimicked a "Mamma Mia" with an exaggerated Italian expression, causing Shawn to burst into frank laughter. The laughter was contagious in the atmosphere, breaking the contained tension for a moment.

Then, Shawn leaned in a bit closer, and in a friendly gesture, gave you a kiss on the cheek. But in that act, he whispered in your ear with a low and close voice:

"I'll wait for you in twenty minutes." His words, soft but clear, set off several alarms inside you.

You weren't "The New One," you knew that well. But undoubtedly, in such a short time, you hadn't been considered a newcomer at work. A couple of months ago, you signed that contract, and in just four months, it would be a year since you arrived at that place. In that brief period, you had earned the affection and acceptance of the people, and the public had gradually become familiar with your character, with your presence. But they weren't the only ones.

You're aware that that man, the one who just whispered to you with that crooked smile, had had something about you from the very first moment you saw him. You felt it deep down, that spark, that attraction you couldn't deny. Although you knew who he was, you had never met him in person; you had only seen him from afar, in photos, in brief encounters, in gestures that left no doubt about his intentions. And there you were, feeling that pure, intense attraction, without obstacles. One hundred percent, without reservations. But there was a reality that held you back: he was your boss.

From the first instant, his glances seemed to pierce you. Glances that slowly descended, with intention, tracing your features, your curves, your gestures. You also looked at him, unable to avoid it, trapped in that current of tension. His subtle touches, those hands that rested on your waist, on your shoulders, or those brushes against your skin that seemed too casual, but really weren't. You knew all that was a "no," a line you shouldn't cross. But he was captivating, irresistibly captivating. Every time you saw him in person, every time you had him close, you were surprised by the strength that emanated from his presence. Just seeing him, just having his closeness reach you, made your breathing quicken, your hands tremble, and you literally start to drool. It was something in his aura, in the way he walked, in how he moved with that confidence that bordered on arrogance, that made you wonder how someone could be so magnetic.

That's why, every day that passed, you wondered why they called him "the heartbreaker." The answer was evident: it was his way of being, his way of captivating, of making anyone fall at his feet.

But everything crumbled in an instant when you received that call in the office. The tone in his voice, the excuse to call you, was just a facade. They said it was to review "certain moves in the ring" or give "advice related to your work." But you knew, and he knew too, that it was just an excuse. It was a white lie both were willing to set aside just to take action. And then, it happened. He leaned in closer, placed his hand on your knee, and in that moment, everything that had been a game, a contained tension, went out the window. The line separating the professional from the personal disappeared in an instant, and in that moment, you began to understand that nothing would be the same after that.

Now you find yourself in the closet. Your purple dress, which until a moment ago had been gently covering your body, has been pulled up to your waist. Your hair, disheveled and tangled, is firmly gripped by him, in a fist that seems to have an almost brutal force. The tension in his hand prevents you from moving your head freely, and he pulls you back, forcing you to look up, to meet his gaze.

The movements he makes are strong and rhythmic, up and down, as if he wants to establish some kind of pattern that only he understands. You're practically bouncing, caught in this dynamic that leaves you breathless, without control. The makeup you were wearing, smeared by sweat and tension, now mixes with tears of pleasure, clouding your vision and your face even more.

And in the midst of this scene, his gaze, intense and penetrating, seems to scan your face, scrutinizing every corner of your soul. The way he looks at you, with a mixture of desire and dominance, makes you feel exposed, vulnerable.

“God, you taste so good," he panted, his voice thick and deep. His hand settled on your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh... Shawn..." you moaned, feeling the depth of his member, thrusting in and out wildly. Everything felt so dirty.

"Open that little mouth for me, baby." This time he gripped your jaw tightly, and you obeyed without question, sticking out your tongue. Seconds later, you felt and saw Shawn spit on you, leaving his hot, thick saliva in your throat, a fact that excited him powerfully, seeing how sensually and submissively you took him. "You're so beautiful..."

You couldn't control it, you couldn't say no.

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Family moment!! Radford looks kinda awkward but whatever he’s an awkward kid💔