The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 12
a/n: went to post this chapter and then realized it was 10k long, so I broke it into two parts. This is the first. I promise we’re building to something here. I just figured out how this story is going to end and I’m lowkey excited about it. but I do want to be realistic in that the response to this story has halved since I first started it. I get the way that we all feel about Shawn is different and difficult in times like this but…Just know that the reblogs and the engagement with the content are instrumental. When those go (and they are going) so will I. That’s not a threat at all and I love writing, but to take time out of my day to create for people who don’t read is pointless. Just wanted to say that here. Hope you like. K bye.
Warnings: mentions of police brutality, smut, sex without a condom (wrap it up)
She was supposed to take him on an adventure to Brooklyn. It was hair day, and she had her favorite store that she refused to betray by going anywhere else. He was excited to watch her more in her element. She was excited to share this part of her culture with him. It had all the telltale signs of a great day. It was just one of those days where he couldn’t wait to see her, so he could tell her about this thing that happened to him. And it didn’t even really matter what the thing was, it just mattered that she was the one he got to tell it to. He couldn’t wait to be with her. And then it happened.
He must’ve been in the shower for too long. It’s only the way he wouldn’t hear or see her texts or phone calls. He’d only just managed to pull his underwear on when he notices all of the notifications. And that’s when his heart stops.
y/n: so this guy at the door isn’t letting me in. He thinks I followed someone inside.
y/n: I showed him the code and he’s not budging. Could you come down maybe?
He leaves his door open in the heat of the moment, but there’s nothing on his mind except for getting to her. Living on the top floor was suddenly the worst thing to ever happen to him. Every second that it took, every moment he wasn’t with her, his heart was on the cusp of bursting. He just needed to get to her.
And there’s this moment that truly felt like the worst moment in his whole life. It’s where the elevator doors open and he’s running and he sees this big ass guy with his girlfriend’s hand pulled behind her back like a fucking lunatic. And he sees the fear in her eyes. This look of utter devastation and torment. It’s like he failed her. In every way imaginable, he had failed her.
“Excuse me!? What the entire fuck are you doing?!” He raged immediately getting in between them.
His hand touched her wrists where the guy still had her and she was fucking shaking.
“Mr. Mendes sir, this person has no–”
“It’s my fucking girlfriend you asshole! Let her go!”
He saw the fear of God, or perhaps his father, enter the man’s eyes as his hands released her and she fell into his arms. She was silent, her face in his chest and she didn’t move a muscle. It was the most unlike her he’d ever seen her behave. She was small and scared and so, so quiet. He couldn’t hold her tight enough to erase it, and that’s the part that hurts the most.
“I want you to call your boss right fucking now and explain to him where harassing women is in the safety policy for this goddamn building!” He yelled holding her as far away from him as possible. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“Sir, there was no excessive force used. I–”
“There should have been no force at all you racist piece of shit! She’s here almost every week. This is an apartment complex, not at a prison ward!”
He pressed his hand against her cheek and felt the way that she flinched from his touch. It was again the worst feeling he’d ever felt.
“Mr. Mendes I assure you I was just doing my job. I–It was proper protocol.”
“I can assure you that this is the last day you’ll ever do that job. I will personally make sure of it. So perhaps the next time you decide to racially profile and attack women, you’ll think a-fuckin-gain.” He spat before leading y/n towards the elevator. “Let’s get you upstairs where you belong.”
The elevator is dead silent except for the rise and fall of his heart. His apartment door was still open when he lead her through it. He gets her out of her jacket and wraps his arms around her again, barely having time to collapse on the couch before he felt the first tear hit his neck.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. I–I’m right here.” He assured her. “I’m so sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry. I was in the shower and I didn’t hear you calling.”
Her fingers threaded around his neck and she only gripped him harder. She wouldn’t let him see her face, wouldn’t budge out of the hold that she had on him. It was terrifying. But he absolutely couldn’t let that show. Wouldn’t dream of letting that show, when she so clearly needed him in that moment. He wanted to be everything she could ever think of needing. Even if the truth of the matter was that he had not a single clue of what the right thing to do in that moment was.
“You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you. I would never let anything happen to you, okay?” He whispered.
Her face wormed itself deeper into his neck, and he could feel the tears escaping from her eyes. His arms only tightened around her in response.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I–I got you. I’m not letting you go.”
His heart was absolutely pounding in his chest and he could feel the way that her’s pounded too. It felt like he couldn’t hold her tight enough. Like there wasn’t enough love he could offer in the world to take away her pain.
“Do you…do you wanna talk about it?”
She shook her head slowly as if she really didn’t know what she needed in that moment.
“Okay…What about a shower? Would that help? I’ve got those aromatherapy things for the shower you like.”
She paused and then nodded her head slightly.
He helped her off the couch and led her in the direction of the bathroom. His hand came off her back and she literally froze where she was standing.
“Come with me.” She sniffled.
He reached for her hands squeezing them and bringing them to his lips to kiss.
“I’ll be there in just a second. I’m just gonna lock the door okay? I’m not going anywhere, I swear to you.”
