His friends have been posting a bunch of stuff from the weekend and I saw this video and just HAD to write about this idea I had.
WARNINGS: thigh riding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fluff, curse words, creampie, I think that’s it.
wc: 1,583
Shawn needed some time away. His 24th birthday was on Monday and it was the best time to get all of his friends together for a celebration.
You booked a private yacht for everyone (using Shawn's money, but you scheduled it all so it still counts) for the weekend. You told Shawn you were going to take a stroll along the beach but surprised him with the yacht party. Luckily, Brian had already come and gotten both of your suitcases and put them on the boat.
Shawn gasped. "Baby, what's all this?"
"I know you've been going through a lot, so I got all your friends together for a fun birthday weekend," you told him.
"Argh. I love you so much," he pecked your lips and took your hand as you two stepped onto the boat. Luckily, you had your swimsuit on under your outfit and Shawn had swim trunks on and his shirt unbuttoned.
"I love you too, Shawnie."
Shawn looked around and saw the faces of all of his friends that he loved and was overcome with emotion. He greeted everyone and you followed suit.
Once he was finished, Connor handed him a beer and he relaxed, talking with his friends and catching up with everyone.
You took a back seat, blending into the crowd and filling up on hard seltzers. Hours were going by and you were getting incredibly tan. Shawn and his friends, jumped off the yacht a few times, swimming in the water. They played Marco Polo until they got tired.
When they arrived back, everyone stopped for lunch, which was sandwiches and chips, brought by Zubin.
Shawn loved catching up with everyone. This is what he needed and he was so happy. You all decided to lie at the edge of the yacht and take in the scenery by the time the sun was setting.
Everyone stretched their feet out and talked about nothingness, as Brian handed out more drinks. You were next to Shawn, but not on the edge because he wouldn't let you, just in case. You were a bit clumsy after all.
So, Shawn was next to you, you snuggled on his chest, as he talked to Connor about some hockey game. You were so happy and you were so happy seeing your boyfriend happy.
You were starting to fall asleep as the lull of the ocean drifted under you. One by one, everyone was heading inside the boat, exhausted from the heat and the long day.
Your eyelids fluttered as Connor said goodnight to you guys. "Night, man." Shawn gave him their secret handshake.
When everyone was gone, Shawn looked down at you. "How's my best girl?"
You smiled. "Good. I'm happy to see you happy." You yawned.
He smiled and then asked, "You tired?"
"I mean I was drifting off, but that's because I couldn't listen to you talk about hockey anymore," you joked.
"Oh, come on. You know you love it," he pulled you closer to him.
"Mmm."
"Feel like I neglected my baby all day. Barely got to talk to you," he said, cupping your face.
"You see me all the time. I wanted you to have a day with your friends," you told him.
"But you are my friend… and I want you and my friends to interact," he said.
"Sorry baby. I promise tomorrow we will," you smiled.
"Good," he said, pecking your lips. "But I want some time with you now."
Shawn pulled you onto his lap and you yelped. "Shawn!"
"What?" He smirked.
"We're… in public."
He shrugged and held onto your hips as you sat on top of him. "No one's around. Everyone went inside. Please," he pouted. "Missed you all day."
"Mmm," you hummed and leaned forward to kiss his lips. You couldn't say no to him. He was laying under you in just his swim trunks, no shirt, and sunglasses. His chiseled chest was on display as well as the tattoos you loved so much.
Shawn grabbed onto your hips and started to move you on his legs. "What are you doing?" You blushed.
"Moving you on my thigh. Remember we did this at the beginning of our relationship when we were too nervous to have sex?" He asked.
You nodded as you bit your lip. You started to move your hips back and forth on him and the friction between your thin bathing suit bottom and his thigh was driving you insane. Your clit was on fire. "Shawn."
"Shh baby. Keep going. Doing so good for me," he said, as you moved your hips back and forth on his thigh.
You moaned out and held onto his shoulders as you grinded back and forth on him. You were already so wet and you felt yourself leaking through your bottoms. Shawn placed kisses on your shoulder blades as you continued to move on top of him. "Look so pretty for me baby."
He took his sunglasses off and you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "Feels so good, Shawn."
"I know baby. You gonna cum?"
You nodded. "Mmhmm."
"You wanna cum on my thigh or finish on my cock baby?" Shawn asked, grabbing your chin gently.
"Both," you pouted.
"Both?" He asked, his eyebrow raising.
"Yeah. Give you a gift too since it's your birthday," you said.
"You're such a good girl. Come on baby. Cum on my thigh," Shawn encouraged you. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you both let out moans.
You grinded on him about 15 more times and then you came on him, shaking on his thigh vigorously. "Fuck."
"You look so pretty when you cum," Shawn smiled, holding onto your thighs.
You giggled and blushed, hiding your face in his neck. You caught your breath and then picked your head up and pecked his lips. "Time for a little birthday ride."
The view in front of Shawn was breathtaking. Looking out into the endless ocean, sitting on a yacht with the rail in front and a beautiful sunset was something only a few people get to experience. But having you in front of him and on top of him was the best view of all. Only he got to experience that.
You pulled his hard cock out of his swim shorts and stroked it a few times. He moaned and rested his head on the boat behind him. You stood up and got rid of your sticky bottoms. You helped Shawn get out of his and pulled them down to his ankles and then he untied the top of your bikini letting your top fall between the both of you and your breasts sit right in front of his face.
Shawn reached up and grabbed your boobs, massaging them. "Love your boobs."
You giggled. "I know baby."
He was mesmerized by your breasts when you grabbed onto his cock and sank down on it. His focus shifted elsewhere and he held onto your hips again. "Shit, darling. So tight around me."
You bit your lip as you began to bounce. "Oh my God, Shawn. You feel so good inside me."
No matter how many times you took Shawn's cock inside of you, you never got used to it. He filled you up just right and knew how to please you just right.
Your eyes rolled back as you bottomed out on Shawn's cock every time, it hitting all the right places inside of you. He moaned under you, loving the way you bounced on top of him and how your hair moved every time you did.
You were bouncing super fast, but just at a normal pace to the point where your breasts were also rising and falling in time with you. Shawn groaned, watching you. "So pretty for me, baby."
"Right there, Shawn. Right there," was all you could say as his cock hit your g-spot over and over.
He took over, bouncing you faster on his cock. "Want you to cum baby. Need you to cum." Shawn felt himself letting go soon and needed you to cum before he did.
"I'm so close, babe," you bit your lip.
You clenched around his cock a few more times, eventually cumming from the dirty talk Shawn was whispering in your ear. "I'm cumming."
"That's my good girl. Cum on my cock. There we go," he encouraged you as your orgasm took over.
Shawn couldn't hold back anymore- the way your pussy was squeezing his cock and your face as you came was too much for him and he let his hot cum fill your walls. "Fuck. Shit, love."
"Happy birthday baby!" You giggled.
"Best gift I could ask for," he said, sitting up and giving you a light spank on your ass.
You yelped but then got up as he pulled out of you. Shawn got up and pulled his bathing suit up. He ran over to get towels- one to clean you up, the other to wrap around you.
After you got cleaned up and picked up your bathing suit, you headed inside to the master suite and fell asleep, wrapped up in Shawn.
You all stayed on the boat until Monday, getting off for a bit and having a picnic and playing some games.
When Monday night rolled around, you brought out a cake and sang to Shawn. He couldn't have been happier. When you told him to make a wish, he had to think hard because he was already surrounded by everyone he loved.
Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
I can't believe this series is actually over! This is the last part to tie everything together and also the first time I'm posting any sort of smut (minors, please do not read this, is not fundamental to the story). As always, feedback is always appreciated and I'd like to thank everyone that's been reading this and liking/reblogging and commenting, it truly means so much to me. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Happy Reading!
previous chapter | masterpost
*Word Count: 6.8K+
*Warnings: cursing, angsty (?), mentions of PTSD, smut and a shit ton of fluff.
*Posted: October 21st, 2021.
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The first week back home and to normality, since Raul was out of the hospital, was not the dream Y/N was expecting.
While at the hospital everything went fine, she wouldn’t get much sleep due to nurses and doctors coming and going, but despite that, everything was fine. He recovered well and barely had problems readapting to his routine, he’d have to go through physical therapy and a lot of gym sessions to get back in shape for field missions, but that wasn’t something to worry for now. They were quick to finish their reports, and soon enough they’d get into a small period of desk job before starting to prepare themselves to take their old place again.
He even took her on their “first official date” (which is how he likes to call it, since apparently they haven’t gone out on a proper one or a thousand ones) and it was amazing as always. He took her to the movies and then for dinner, ending with ice cream and a sweet kiss at her doorstep. Dating Raul is easy, it’s basically what they’ve been doing for years with a lot more intimacy and physical touch, so there was not much of a change on their dynamics and no need to be nervous. Y/N was over the moon with that fact and couldn’t have possibly hoped for a better boyfriend.
But as soon as the adrenaline ran down from the whole adaptation and Raul’s recovery, the consequences of that whole mission finally caught up to her.
Y/N knew post traumatic stress disorder was a reality and extremely common on her field, specially in big missions with big repercussions and risks, but it doesn’t make it easier to deal with. It started during nights, she’d wake up agitated due to a weird dream, that slowly turned into violent nightmares that would wake her up crying and screaming, during the day she’d feel tired and nauseous, with the constant feeling that she was being watched. And at first she thought she could handle it on her own, that with little time it would be okay, but she could not. But she also didn’t know who to talk to, or how to take about it, and maybe it was childish and irresponsible of her to feel this way, or maybe not.
At least when she was with Raul or Peter, or Celine, or anyone really, she felt a bit more safe and at peace, so she tried spending more time at work, so she’d me around people more, and she was so sure her plan was working, all the fake smiles and small talks. Well that was until Celine barged into her office in the middle of the day, Raul and Peter right behind her, demanding her to speak up and tell them about what is going on, but when she refused to talk, Raul countered her table sitting on it in front of her, that remained on her chair watching as he stretched his long legs in front of her as their friends watched quietly.
“What do you mean?” she asked rolling her chair back to stare at them.
“Doll, we all know you haven’t been sleeping, and we’ve been waiting for you to come to talk to us for a month now” Raul started, soft golden eyes staring into her soul making her want to jump in his arms for comfort.
But instead, Y/N just shrugged in response “There’s nothing to talk about, really”
“Don’t try to hide it from us, we’re all worried about you” Celine cut Raul before he could even try and say it in a more gentle way.
“What she’s trying to say is that you don’t have to say anything you don’t want to, but we’re here to help and maybe get help if that’s what you need” Raul completed gently leaning forward to offer his hand to her, which she promptly took nodding her head softly “we’re also told to go home and to return only on Monday”
“But it’s Thursday!” she was quick to exclaim.
“And you need rest, you all do, I’ll be in touch if anything is needed” Peter offered with a kind smile as he winked at Y/N “go spend your time off with Raul, no buts”
“Okay”
“I'm gonna go home, but call me if you need me, or just to get rid of this douchebag, and I’ll be there” Celine said with a pointed look in her face, to which she nodded with a real smile, one she hasn’t been able to show in a while “good” and with that she turned to leave.
“We can meet for lunch Saturday if you’re up to” Peter offered and Y/N agreed to the offer, always grasping every opportunity to meet up with the triples “okay, make her rest and eat, she skipped lunch today”
“I will” Raul promised with a low chuckle as his brother left “Ready to go?”
“I guess so” she said with a shrug, as she grabbed her purse and turned off her computer “where are we going?”
Raul smiled gently at her as she grabbed his hand again “To my place, darling, or do you prefer yours?”
“Yours, please” she said quietly to him, as he wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss to her hair.
“Okay, let’s-” but before he could finish, she cut him off.
“I can’t sleep due to nightmares every night, and I feel like I’m being followed all the time, and I don’t know how to stop it, and I” she took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably at it, his hand coming to wipe some away “I just needed time and it didn’t work and I don’t know what to do”
Raul pulled her tightly into his chest, placing kisses on her head and rubbing her back as she sobbed lightly into his black shirt “doll, it’s okay, I’m sorry this shit happened to you, but you’re being so brave for telling me everything, we’ll work this out and you’ll be okay, but for now, you’re staying with me so I can look after you, deal?”
She nodded hugging him tighter and mumbling a barely audible “I love you”
“Love you too, doll, so fucking much, now let me take you home” he said lifting her off her feet (literally this time around) and carrying her out of her office, as a giggle bubbled on her chest.
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Y/N’s heart was practically beating out of her chest. She knew the feeling well. She’s been having nightmares for the past months, so despite being a little woozy from sleep, she knew exactly what was happening. It’s been a lot better lately, with therapy and Raul basically keeping her at his place, so he could help her anyway he could, not that she minded. And he was right after all. Having him around her during the day made things easier, kept her a lot more calm and having his arms securely wrapped around her in her sleep truly grounded her, and most nights they were enough to keep those cursed awful dreams from hunting her all night long. And whenever they did, the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat and the peaceful rise and fall of his chest was enough to lull her back to sleep.
But some nights that still wasn’t enough. Y/N still woke up terrified with the mixed images she had engraved on her brain from that traumatic hours and terrible scenarios her mind came up with. Getting up and grabbing some tea really helped her, even though sometimes it wouldn’t be enough to convince her that she would be able to fall back asleep. Raul told her a million times that whenever that happened, she should wake him so he could help, even if it were to keep her company or hold her properly, that he wanted to be there for her. But she simply couldn’t, Y/N knew he blamed himself for the whole thing and the trauma that failed mission caused her, but in reality it wasn’t. Stuff like that happens all the time, she knew what she was getting herself into, she knew the risks, but he wouldn’t let the permanent frown on his face from easing whenever he noticed her tensed muscles or deep circles under her eyes.
So to avoid making him feel even worse about himself. Y/N carefully peeled herself off from his embrace, hearing his soft whine in protest, but luckily that was just Raul’s unconsciousness missing her body close to his. Tossing her hair on a loose bun and moving to the kitchen silently, the little route she knew by heart after spending almost a month living on his apartment, and her whole life beside him, she could move freely around the house in the dark. Mindful of the still sleeping man on his bedroom, she decided against turning on the lights, instead boiling the water on the kettle on the dark, the only light present was the moonlight shining through Raul’s big floor to ceiling windows on his penthouse and the heat inducing stove he had.
Y/N sighed as she reached for her favorite mug of his, that he secretly loved to collect, and reached for his tea box on the top shelf, using the counter as leverage as she silently climbed on the cabinet. Perks of working on a secret agency. But unfortunately, or not, her current roommate and boyfriend was also on that field, even more trained than her in that department, so it didn’t take long for him to notice her absence and get what was going on. Ever the agent he was, he carefully got out of bed and as silent as a cat, he moved following the same course he knew his girl took very frequently, only to be met with her by the stove, mug set aside as she waited for the water to boil.
He decided to make his presence known by cracking his back with a satisfied hum. Even on his sleepy state, he knew better than to sneak on a person that’s been living on high alert, specially when said person knows how to use the huge knives right beside her on the counter and that could potentially get herself (and him for sure) hurt by striking the kettle of boiling water on herself. Y/N sighed in defeat when she heard it, seeing his reflection on the pristine tiles of his kitchen wall, promptly grabbing a second mug for him and placing it beside hers by the induction stove.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” she murmured sadly before turning to face him.
“You didn’t, technically” he replied, a playful smile tugging on the corner of his lips, hitting his target as he saw her let out a little breathy laugh.
Y/N shook her head, dropping her gaze to her feet “I’m okay, just needed to clear my head a bit”
“Yeah?” he asked gently as he took the final steps between them, still keeping a small distance to not tower all over her, but being close enough so she could easily slip into his arms “wanna talk about it?” Raul tentatively raised his hand to reach hers, and when she didn’t flinch or move away, he carefully intertwined their fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze trying to comfort the girl he loved so deeply in front of him.
“It’s the same stuff, nothing too scary, I think it’s getting better, being here with you helps, even though it must suck for you” she said squeezing his hand back and taking a tiny little step closer to his warmth and somewhat comforting smell, he always felt like home to her and she craved it every second of her day. It brought some sort of peace to her troubled thoughts and made her feel safe.
Raul frowned at her, did she really think she was a burden?! “Doll, it doesn’t suck for me at all, having you here is to help you, of course, but it also helps me, waking up and knowing you’re right there, or somewhere around the house, and even when we weren’t together yet, I wanted you to crash here all the time, being around you makes me feel complete or something, and maybe I’m just love drunk and a bit sleepy, but it’s the truth” he finished by pressing a kiss to her forehead, to which her eyes fluttered close only to open again and to stare at his golden eyes with so much admiration and gratefulness “I’m glad I can be useful by any means, just want to make you happy, darling”
She smiled softly up at him, her face warm to the touch she was sure, as he brought the hands he was holding to his lips, planting a sweet kiss to the back of each one before dropping them both on his chest, only to wrap his own arms around her waist pulling her into a hug. Y/N rested her head on top of the soothing sound of the thumping of his heart, one of her fingers toying with the silver pendant he had hanging from his neck “you do make me happy, ever since I met you” she mumbled nestling further on his firm body.
Raul smiled at that, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, tightening his hold on her as his fingers grabbed the soft material of the vintage shirt he owned that she was wearing as if she was going to vanish. He swears he could spend the rest of his life just holding her, and he would if she let him. The didn’t know how long they spent on their little bubble, just enjoying the intimacy of such a simple touch, a hug that was enough to ease their worries, even if momentarily, was all they needed. But unfortunately they came to the kitchen cause Y/N wanted some tea, so he was brought back to reality when the water was more than just boiled, so he was quick to turn of the stove and pour the hot contents onto the mugs she separated for both of them, the tea mix she picked already on the ceramic container. He managed to do that without letting go of her body even for a second and she didn’t seem to mind, since she didn’t move a finger to pull away from him.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed, yeah?” Raul mumbled softly into her hair, squeezing her tighter to his chest, to which Y/N just nodded softly, sniffling into his shirt but didn’t dare to move which made him laugh “Come on, doll, it’s a bit warmer”
She grumbled a little “Fine” before padding her way back to the comfort of his dark room, cup of tea nestled on her hands, with him trailing behind her like a lost puppy, his mug on his hands as well.
Y/N placed her cup on the nightstand before climbing back on the bed, sitting with her back pressed to the headboard, knees bend and close to her chest, she couldn’t care less at the moment that she had only Raul’s T-shirt on and a pair of cotton panties, it’s not like Raul would be able to see much, the only source of light in the room was his bedside lamp, casting a soft yellow light on the bed. He did the same, sitting beside her, but with his body slightly turned to her, legs stretched on top of the duvet.
“Thank you” Y/N blurted out and Raul turned to face her with confusion written all over his features “for being here for me, having the patience of a saint and being so understanding and kind to me, even when I don’t give it myself” she continued before he could say anything “I know as much as you say you’re happy just by helping me, I’d still like you to know that it means a lot to me and that I love you”
Raul’s features softened at that, an easy smile pulling his lips as he placed a gentle hand on her exposed thigh, placing the mug back to his nightstand “of course, sweetheart, come on, give me a cuddle, yeah?” he asked and she giggled, placing the tea back on the table as she fully turned to him, wrapping her arms around his middle as he pulled her to lay basically on top of him “there you go”
Y/N sighed, feeling herself basically melt on top of him, feeling his fingers mindlessly playing with her hair as she tried her hardest to leave her mind empty.
“I know it’s hard sometimes to grant yourself a bit more kindness than it is to give it to others, and I also know how much you hate ‘depending’ on others for pretty much anything, just know that I like taking care of you, despite you being the strongest person I know, I like being there for you and babying you as much as I can, I always did and always will love and protect you, doll, so don’t get too caught up in your head about it, there’s nothing to blame yourself for or thank for, yeah? You’d do the same for everyone, so let me be the one to do it for you” he finished his little speech with a kiss to her hair, sliding them both down the bed a bit so the could lay their heads on the pillows.
Y/N smiled at him and nodded her head, leaning up to peck his lips sweetly. But what was supposed to be a single innocent kiss quickly shifted into something more. His hand that rested on the back of her neck came up to cradle her face and guide her through a deeper kiss, his tongue poking out to lick at her bottom lip as she reciprocated the gesture. Despite the tiredness of restless nights, feeling him so close to her brought this electric feeling over her whole body, keeping her wide awake and made it feel like it was a dream at the same time.
Her hands came up to his hair to hold him close and he whined in response, pulling her flush against his body before flipping them over on the bed, with him hovering over her, eyes dark with want and it was enough to glue her lips back to his again. This wasn’t just a kiss. Y/N’s never felt like this from a simple press of lips. This was more than a physical thing, she felt whole, like she could burst with all the love she could literally feel him pouring on her with every touch he made. He was all she could think about, all she needed now and for the rest of her life as he placed a trailing of slow and wet kisses down to her collarbone.
“What are you doing to me?” he hushed between each press of his lips against her neck and jawline “you cruel little thing” his voice resonated onto her soul, thick and sweet like dripping honey on her skin, before his pillowy lips sucked on her sensitive spot so tenderly, working a bruise she was sure to appear in the morning as she whimpered in response, unable to hold back.
Y/N cupped his face between her hands delicately as soon as he was done with his artwork and pulled his face back to hers, and he was quick to catch onto what she wanted, leaning down and smashing their lips together, soon to become a slow dance between their tongues, one she was sure she didn’t wanted to end. Raul was going insane with every touch, his mind railing as she pulled on the tiny curls on the back of his neck, her sweet mouth glued to his, her skin under the palm of his hands, her legs caging his hips to lay on top of her. He had one hand gently meeting her jaw and the other holding her waist, tenderly squeezing it here and then.
His hands started roaming under the fabric of her (his) t-shirt, hot on her skin as it skimmed up her body, gently cupping her left breast and eliciting a moan from her as she rolled her hips up to meet his again. Raul chuckled around a groan as his thumb toyed with the sensitive and hardening bud, pinching it lightly making her gasp into his mouth, rubbing against his hardening length again to release some of the pressure building up on her core. His forehead came to rest on her collarbone as he took a deep breath to calm down and try to gain some of his control back, but she was making it hard just by breathing heavily under him, her chest moving up and down trying to recover a little bit of air as her fingers played wit his hair. He lift his head up to look at her, swollen lips and big rounded eyes were going to be the death of him.
“Sweetheart” he sounded almost pained as he panted gently, lips barely touching hers as his eyes bored into hers “please, let me-”
But before he could finish Y/N was nodding her head and mumbling a string of low “Yes, please” as he chuckled in response, burying his face on her neck to recover his breath a bit. This girl would be the death of him. That thought being even more evident when he felt her hands slowly moving up his neck to tug on the curls at the base of his hairline, making him hold back a moan as he rolled his eyes.
Raul placed one final opened mouthed kiss to the slightly abused skin of her neck before pulling back, sitting back on his heels as his hands found the hem of her T-shirt, to which Y/N vehemently nodded signaling for him to take it off, to which he obeyed. A tent was evident on his sweatpants, squeezing the outline of his cock to relieve a bit of the pressure that was building up letting out a low moan.
Her body was bare to his eyes to freely roam over the new expanse of skin, the only piece of clothing still on her was a pair of cotton panties that had a damp spot already forming on the fabric. Her nipples pebbled with the cold air on the room, his thumb brushing gently over the sensitive peak making her whine as he smirked down at her. She let out a tiny whimper as he leaned down to kiss her over again, this time trailing down his wet, open mouthed kisses over her skin.
Raul lick a bold stripe down the valley of her breasts before breathing a soft “so fucking pretty” and pulling a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over the bud before sucking it a bit harder making her roll her eyes as a gasp escaped her lips. He then let go with a wet sound before moving it to the other one, where he repeated his ministrations “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, look at you” he mumbled against her skin, his sweet words making her head spin “I’m the luckiest man alive”
Her short nails dragged over his shoulder, marking his skin as he held back a curse, moving down her body along with his kisses, sucking a bruise into her hip bone before moving to be face to face with her core “You’re so wet, doll, is this all for me?” he teased, his iconic smirk appearing on his lips, but she simply couldn’t come up with a snark reply with his mouth hovering just a few inches from her still clothed core.
“Fuck you smell so good” he praised, pressing kisses on her thighs making her shiver and he groaned when her legs threatened to close, pinning them to the bed softly “Can I pleases taste you, darling? his finger toying with her underwear.
Y/N nodded her head looking down at him “please” was all she could really say, her head was spinning and all she could think about was Raul, the trail of hot kisses still burning her skin, his smell on his sheets, his hair tickling her inner thigh, his breath ghosting over her core. He peeled it off her legs, throwing them somewhere in the room making her giggle and Raul looked over at the sound, a beautiful smile on his lips, amazed by her.
“You’re too cute, doll” he said with a chuckle “love you so much” he sighed contently, slowly lowering his face to her glistening lips, and then he licked a bold stripe from her center up to her clit, before trapping it between this lips in a light suckle.
She became a whining and moaning mess, trying to hold back the sounds as much as she could, but Raul wasn’t having it, he threw her legs over his shoulders, pulling her center closer to his face, eventually rutting agains the mattress to relieve some of the pressure in his pants. His skilled tongue wiggling through her folds as he went dizzy with her sweet taste. He could easily spend the rest of his life there if she let him. His eyes were closed as he got lost in sensation, letting out a loud moan himself when he felt her fingers grabbing his curls to ground herself as she tugged gently. Y/N was over the fucking moon, but she needed more, she needed him right then and there.
“Shit, I-” her sentence got lost in a moan as Raul suckled a bit harder “Baby, com’ere” she was able to let it out before getting lost in the moment again.
His eyes shot up to her face as he laid his head on her thighs, concern evident on his features, lips slick with her, eyes dark with his pupils blown out with lust and curls messy from her tugging at it “what’s wrong, sweetheart, do you want me to stop? Is it too much?”
Y/N shook her head taking a deep breath to recover a bit from the sinful sight between her parted legs “I just really need you right now”
Raul smiled warmly at her, pressing a gentle kiss to the supple skin of her thigh before looking up at her again as if she was the one who hung the moon every single night on the sky “I’m right here, doll, don’t intend going anywhere”
“Need you inside, please” she said and he shook his head with a smile clear on his features “please, baby, please”
“We’ll get there, my sweet girl” he offered, his free hand grabbing hers and interlocking their fingers “there’s no need to rush, yeah? Just want you to cum for me first, is that okay? Want to take my time with you”
So as soon as she nodded her head shortly, he dove back right in, his tongue circling her clit again as one of the hands that was gently holding her open for him let go of her thigh to join his mouth on her folds. His index finger circling her entrance to get coated on her as she clenched around nothing tugging harder on his hair, making him groan against her pussy. His now wet finger dipped into her entrance making her whine, quickly being followed by a second one as he started pumping it in and out, making her toes curl against the white sheets of his bed.
“Oh fuck” she whined calling out his name as she felt the heat on her stomach becoming to much, eyes shutting close, thrusting her hips to meet his fingers, chasing the feeling.
“Right there?” he asked pleased he was able to find her sweet spot and she nodded her head vigorously, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth “cum for me, sweetheart, give it to me”
And with that, he latched onto her clit, sucking it harder than before, and that was all it took for her to come undone on his face, back arching off the bed and head thrown back in a silent scream. Raul kept going, riding her through it, licking up all he could possibly muster and as soon as she moved away from him, he took his mouth and hand away, knowing it became too much. He then climbed up her body, slotting their lips together in a loving yet deep kiss as he tenderly cradled her face in his hand, and she could taste herself on his tongue, making her moan into his mouth.
Y/N barely had any time to recover, but seeing him hard against his pants was enough to get her going again. He placed several kisses all over her face, before swiping his thumb on her cheeks in a sweet caress as she tried putting oxygen on her lungs. Raul giggled at her state, adoration being the only thing visible on his eyes as he admired the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen “You’re so pretty, sweetheart”
“I love you” she mumbled still a bit woozy, pressing a kiss to the hand that was laying on her face.
“I love you too” he replied pressing a chaste peck on her lips “still want me to keep going, doll?” he asked tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and she nodded quickly, making him laugh “okay”
Raul lifted him self off of her, still hovering over her as he leaned to reach the nightstand, opening all the drawers and huffing in annoyance as he quickly scanned on the other side as well, looking for a condom but he simply couldn’t. Fuck working under pressure, this was too much, she was too much, he could barely focus on the task at hand as she ran her hands soothingly on his bicep.
“Where the fuck did a put it?” he cursed, still rummaging through his drawer hovering over her and she giggled, placing a kiss to his chest making him blush as he looked down at her with a fond smile on his kiss swollen lips.
Y/N shook her head “On the left top drawer, baby”and he stared at her suspiciously, and sure, it was right where she said it was “I saw it when you asked for your earbuds”
Raul shook his head “of course my favorite little nerd would memorize the content of my nightstand with a single look at it” he said making her laugh as he adjusted his body on top of hers, kicking off his pants the best he could without hitting her.
Raul was hard, his tip dripping with precum, his head a shade of an angry red making her head spin again. He hissed as he rolled the latex over his member, giving it a few pumps before lowering completely to her, his hard prick nudging her clit making her whimper. He held himself, coating his cock with herself as he slid it up and down her slit before lining it up with her entrance. He looked up at Y/N to make sure that she still wanted it, earning a nod in response as she cradled his face in her hands, pulling her into a kiss as he slowly sunk in. She moaned into her mouth, accommodating him in her snug walls as he cursed under his breath.
This was good. This was perfect even. They could forget everything around them, all the shit they’ve been through, only focusing on the moment and each other. Feeling each other’s light touches, their skin pressed tight together, their breathings mixed as they panted into their kiss. She feels so full, like that’s all she’s been needing it the whole time. Raul’s heart felt like it was about to explode on his chest, he couldn’t be better right now, with girl he loved so close to him.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart” he said around a soft moan as he bottomed out, screwing his eyes shut “so fucking perfect” he praised placing kisses along her jawline and her cheek “I love you so fucking much”
Y/N nudged his cheek with her nose gently, silently asking for a kiss to which Raul happily obliged, trapping her bottom lip between his own deepening the initial innocent kiss. He tentatively pulled it out a bit before sliding right back in, earning a sweet whimper in response.
Raul started at a slow pace, building it up with each thrust of his hips, earning soft breathy moans from her which only led him on. He slid his lips across her skin on a soft caress as he propped her leg up to change the angle a bit, earning a moan in response as she threw her head back, squeezing him making him groan from the depths of his chest.
She captured his lips with hers as he rocked into her at a stablished fast rhythm, only to slow down with long deep thrust, making her squeeze around him eliciting moans from his chest, that she was quick to swallow into the kiss. Y/N feels like she’s over the fucking moon as he ground his body on her swollen clit, the heated know on her tummy only increasing and she felt like she was about to burst. Their bodies impossibly close, both of them needing as much contact as they could manage, needing the constant reminder that this wasn’t a fervent dream, that this was real, that they’re real.
They spent so much time holding back their feelings and longing for each other that this felt like a dream, a dream they didn’t want to wake from. But the constant praises and caresses they exchanged was enough to ground them and make sure they knew this was real, that their feelings were real and corresponded. They didn’t have to hide anymore, pretend their bodies didn’t fit like puzzle pieces. It felt so good, Raul could barely hold it any longer, his head was spinning from pleasure and all the feelings he could possibly feel for the girl under him.
“Fuck” he cursed under his breath, one of his hands coming to up to cup her jaw “are you close, baby?”
“So close- ohh fuck” she moaned as he hit her sweet spot, her vision blurring as that tight feeling on her stomach only increased as she pulled into his curls.
Raul’s breath was elaborate before he pressed their lips together again in a searing kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling away, but only enough to whisper “let go for me, sweetheart, I’m right behind you”
The knot on her stomach finally bursts as she cried out his name, and as promised, Raul was quick to follow, emptying it all on the condom as he kept an irregular pace to prolong their orgasms the longer he could, only to fall on top of her slightly sweaty body. Y/N could barely feel her legs as she reached her peak, still sensitive from her previous release a few moments ago. Raul was still recovering from the aftermath and the gentle pulsation he still felt on his cock from the reminiscent of her orgasm, making a shiver run down his spine with each squeeze.
They both laid there, breathless and trying to recover their heart rates as they held each other. Y/N’s fingers gently combing through his mess of curls, as he drew random figures with the tip of his fingers on her rib cage, head resting on her chest. Raul could fall asleep right there, but as soon as he saw the goosebumps raising on her arms, he knew he needed to get up and get them settled back on bed again. So he pulled himself out of her as carefully as he could manage, earning a whimper from her at the sudden loss, to which he just hushed gently, promising to be back in a second.
He rolled out of the bed, discarding the condom on the bathroom as grabbing a washcloth and dampening it with warm water, walking back to his room, only to find Y/N seated among his sheets, hands covering her breasts the best she could looking still a bit flushed, suddenly a lot more self aware that Raul wasn’t around. He smiled gently at her, reaching for a new T-shirt and a pair of boxers she could borrow since her panties were ruined somewhere on his bedroom. Raul was quick to pull over a pair of sweats before turning to his girl.
“Lay down for me, sweetheart, let me clean you up a bit, yeah?” he said nudging her down the bed as she still looked a bit bashful, but still did as he asked. Y/N let out a breathy whine as the cloth brushed over her overstimulated clit and he hushed her gently, cooing at her, pulling his boxers up her legs “I’m sorry, doll, sit up for me, please?”
Y/N slowly did it, stretching her back and he smiled down at her, pulling the T-shirt over her head and placing a kiss on her forehead, to which she beamed in response, murmuring a soft “hi” under her breath.
Raul chuckled responding a quick “hi” before tossing the washcloth on his damper, sorting out his duvet and sheets that were thrown haphazardly on the floor and laying down beside her, opening his arms as an invitation that she gladly took to cuddle as he pulled the duvet over them.
“You make me very happy too” he repeated what he said to her earlier on the kitchen “you’re the best things that’s ever happened to me”
Y/N sighed happy, nuzzling her face on his chest as she smiled up at him “You too, I love you so so much”
“I love you too, sweetheart, with my whole fucking being” he said and she giggled in response, suddenly feeling the toll of waking up in the middle of the night, restless nights and all that, feeling sleep slowly creep its way back to her, and Raul running his hands up and down her back wasn’t helping her to stay awake, and as she was almost dozing off, he called her out “You still with me, sweetheart?”
Y/N giggled squeezing the arm that was draped over his stomach tighter around him “Always” she replied dreamily.
“We forgot about the tea” he mumbled and she laughed, her eyes fluttering close.
“I don’t really care, got busy with something a bit more important” was all she mumbled and he chuckled lowly, before pressing a kiss to her hair.
“Goodnight, sweetheart”
“Night, Raul, love you” she mumbled sleepily before finally succumbing to her tired body.
Dream came ease to her, dream of a warm day under the sun, Raul right beside her and her stomach hurting from how much she was laughing. Her job made things hard to predict and that left a lot of uncertainties on most aspects of her life, but there was one thing she was completely sure of, Raul would always make her happy and would always be there for her, and that he loved her very much, just as much as she loved him.
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A/N: I didn’t think I’d get this done so fast, but a few days ago I saw @t-holland2080 posted a writing challenge and I figured I’d participate because they’re always fun! So here I am with my fic, the prompt I used was “Stop being cuddling material if you’re not going to cuddle me.” I hope you guys like it!
Word count: 2355
Warnings: None, just tons of fluff
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Saturdays were for tidying, cleaning, and reading. It was your weekly routine. All those things were brightened when Shawn did them with you or played guitar in a corner of the condo you shared to give you something to listen to. Now that he was working on his album things had changed a little, he wanted to be in Toronto to write so that he could see you, but it still meant endless hours in the studio.
On weekends Shawn tried to spend more time at home, which usually meant he’d sleep in with you. The rest of the week he was up early to go to the gym and went straight to the studio from there.
It was just after lunch when Shawn went to take a quick shower. You had gotten up earlier than him and tidied the condo, he helped cleaning as soon as he was up. Breakfast was forgotten when you started cooking, and he joined you for lunch before he had to get ready for the day.
“Bubs are you going to be home for dinner?” You asked him, reading from the couch with a blanket draped over your lap.
“I’m not sure honey, just don’t wait on me,” He was in a pair of grey joggers and a slightly oversized hoodie when he walked past you. “I’ll try not to be too late to come to bed, I hate it when you stay up for too long,”
You closed your book and kept a finger between the pages you were at. “You’d stay up too if you were expecting me to come home,” You stared at him rather than at the words on the old yellow paper. Poetry was beautiful but Shawn was a prettier sight.
“Yeah, I would,” He pushed his wet hair back, the curls slowly taking form on his head as they dried in what you knew would soon be a mess. He never cared what he looked like when going to the studio, he just wanted to be comfy so that he only had to focus on his writing.
He looked adorable in this outfit. Shawn was a giant teddy bear and the only thing you wanted to do today was hug him, so you asked exactly for that. “Can I get a hug?” You opened your arms expectantly, your book forgotten on the coffee table with a pen between the pages.
Shawn didn’t answer, he only smiled brighter and strode over to you to engulf you in his arms. You sat up straighter to be able to hold him better, pulling on his shoulders to make him bend further down to your level. The smell of his shower gel made you swoon, and you buried your face against the warm skin of his neck.
“Honey,” Shawn cooed, and he sat down on the edge of the couch since he couldn’t stand back up with you clutching his shoulders. “I need to get going,”
“I want to cuddle,”
“I won’t be home too late, and we can cuddle all you want then,” He promised with a kiss to your forehead. “Alright?”
Shawn got up, straightening his hoodie out and going to the front door, about to leave. “But that’s not fair,” You whined, making grabby hands at him and pouting. “You’re all fresh out of the shower in the comfiest clothes, I wanna cuddle now,”
“Don’t,” He groaned quietly, torn between you and the songs he wanted to finish. He knew he had been neglecting quality time with you for the past few days, and it showed. You were acting like a baby and you knew it, but you were extra needy for him considering you barely got to do anything together lately.
“Stop being cuddling material if you’re not going to cuddle me.” You dropped your hands back in your lap, bringing the comforter higher up on you and bending your legs to curl up on yourself.
Shawn bit his lip, trying to find a good solution to this situation. “Why don’t you come to the studio with me?” He offered before he could overthink it.
“Really?” You didn’t think he was serious, he never let you stay when he was writing. You had been there often, but never when it was a proper jamming session and he was trying to write. “I thought you didn’t like that, I don’t want to distract you,”
“You’re not going to be a distraction love, you’re my inspiration, I need you with me today. If you want to come, that is,” He fiddled with his keys and beamed when you nodded, dashing across the living room to get your things before putting shoes on and following him out the door.
Watching Shawn work was fascinating. He had a few people around him to help him, but they were only additions to him. He was at the center of everything, this album was entirely him, the others only helped him bring his thoughts together.
“Alright man, we need to put real lyrics on this,” Teddy tried to get him to find a line or two, something they could work with. “Just because it’s going to be a love song doesn’t mean we’re not going to make sure we find the right words,”
“Yeah, yeah I’m thinking,” Shawn nodded, pacing around the studio, snapping his fingers rhythmically and bobbing his head as he hummed a melody to try to form words that would fit.
He was frustrated. It wasn’t hot in the studio yet Shawn was getting too warm, he had taken his hoodie off a little while ago and was only left in his t-shirt, something that would surely come off in the booth when he tried to record vocals later on. You were wearing the hoodie now, comfortably drowning in it as you turned the pages of your book and focused on reading. Listening to Shawn working was nice at the start but you didn’t have any input in his process, so you ended up needing a distraction.
Scott squinted at the board as if that would magically make words appear on it. They ran through the melody over and over again, playing the song and humming along to it in hope it would spark something.
“That’s not working,” Shawn plopped back down on the couch where you were sitting, but he wasn’t paying attention to you. His knee bounced rapidly, and his bottom lip found itself caught between his teeth.
“Okay, talk to us then,” Scott sat cross legged where he was, turning his attention to Shawn rather than the white board. “What’s the purpose of that song? Why are we writing it?”
“Because it’s about how I feel when I come home,” Shawn’s answer came without hesitation, he knew where the song came from, it was one of the deepest feelings he had ever experienced.
“Define home,” Teddy encouraged him to dig deeper, and it seemed that she hit the right spot.
“It’s you,” Shawn nudged you with his elbow, making you look up from your book.
“Mmh?” You hummed because you hadn’t been listening, and he smiled softly.
“Teddy asked me to define home, you’re home, that’s easy,”
“So home is about who is there with you, it’s not just about a place,” She continued, putting him on a path so that he could go down it on his own.
“It’s never just been about a place,” Shawn shrugged. “I mean, I’ve always toured a lot, I had to deal with everywhere being home. It’s related to people for me, not places,”
“So now our love song isn’t just a love song, it’s about feeling at home with a person. What else does she make you feel?”
Shawn thought for a second before he answered. “She makes me…” He began, correcting himself quickly as he turned to you. “You make me feel like I always belong,”
“Don’t interrupt him,” Scott told you as a warning. “We gotta let him ramble on his own for as long as possible,”
“You make me feel like I belong, yeah,” He nodded to himself. “Like… Whenever I feel stupid for saying something that doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t matter. You get it anyway, or you ask me something so that you can understand. It puts me at ease and… and when I’m having one of those weird days and all the fans and people are getting to my head I just look at you, it’s just, it’s like none of it is important, because I’ve got you, you’re steady, you’re normal, you’re home,” Shawn continued, trying not to let himself get distracted by the way you teared up. You both vaguely heard pencils scraping paper as the others took note of what he was saying so that they could go through it again.
“It’s what I crave the most when tour ends, you know, just being alone with you with nothing else happening around. It’s also something I feel when you come see me on tour though, I always get stressed out before you join because I miss you and the anticipation makes it worse,” He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, glancing down at it before looking at you again. You were having trouble not crying. “But then I get to hug you and we’re cuddling, and you start playing with my hair, it’s just so relaxing. It’s like I could live anywhere in the world as long as I’m with you, because for a little while I don’t care about how stressed I’m going to be before playing the next show, I don’t care about what kind of questions will get thrown at me from the fans, I know I’ve got you at the end of the day.
“I overthink a lot, sometimes having so many eyes on me makes me feel like a caged animal, you know they’re just always looking and commenting without caring that I hear them, or that I’d like some privacy,” He reached for your hand, continuing his ramble with a small smile while he played with your fingers. “But then when I’m kissing you the whole world disappears, I don’t care about what’s around, it’s just us, it’s grounding. You just feel like home,”
You sniffled quietly, nodding along to what he said without interrupting him like Scott had asked, but Shawn had turned silent. He scooted a little closer to you, his knee touching yours while you wiped your thumbs under your eyes.
“Keep it going Shawn, these are good tears it doesn’t matter, just keep going,” Teddy didn’t let him get distracted by wanting to hug you or make you feel better.
You would have loved a hug and a chance to say something back to him, but if this was working for them to find what the song was supposed to be you didn’t want to ruin it.
“Okay,” He breathed out, closing his eyes for a second and searching for what he wanted to say. “I was really scared of that, for a long time. You being home was… It was terrifying, it had always been my family, you know? I’d go home to Pickering, to my parents, to my sister. But then I met you, and when I came home, I spent more and more time in Toronto, mostly to see you. I didn’t want it to be you though, I didn’t want to be that attached because shit, I’m twenty-two, commitment scares the hell out of me,” He let out a pathetic chuckle, clearing his throat before he kept on going. “I thought I was gonna get my heart broken, that I’d leave for another few months of tour and come back to you telling me we should end it.
“Thing is… that never happened,” He swallowed heavily, remembering how insecure he had been of your relationship for a long time. “You stuck with me through everything and coming back to you was the best thing in the world. It only really hit me when you came on tour though, I was gone for what two months?” He checked and you nodded your confirmation. “Yeah, so two months with only calls and texts, shit that was hard. It was hell honestly, I was so insecure then, I just wanted a break and some time at home. That never happened, obviously, but you came when I was in Italy and… and suddenly I didn’t need to come back to Toronto or Pickering or whatever, you were there, you were home.
“I always say that home is where the heart is, and well… truth is my heart is in your hands now, so you’re my home.”
You were full on crying before he even finished, and he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms. You hugged back as tightly as you could, burying your face in his shoulder and getting the fabric of his shirt wet with your tears. Shawn rubbed your back, squeezing you hard against his chest while you cried quietly.
“I love you so much Shawn,” You whispered, but you knew he could hear you. “So much more than you can imagine,”
“I know honey, I love you too,” He leaned back into the couch slowly, letting you pull away enough for his lips to be able to meet yours.
It was soft but you kept it short, neither of you were very keen on PDA, you’d have plenty of time for that tonight when you were alone. You got a few fake coughs and ooh’s from everyone else in the room, but Shawn only rolled his eyes.
“Alright, alright,” He said, scratching the back of his neck as he took in everyone that had been listening to what he said without making any noise. They were good at erasing themselves and he was good at blocking them out so that he could pour his heart out without being too self conscious. “Can we work with that?”
“Yeah, we can definitely work with that,”
“Told you you wouldn’t be a distraction,” Shawn nudged you with a soft smile. “You’re my muse.”
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Kallie Hayes and the Mendes triplets. They've been the best of friends since their ages were single digits. Now, they're all grown up with three years of university under their belts. For their last summer as young adults with no responsibilities, they decide to head back to the family cabin that housed so many of their fondest memories. But, with the announcement that the cabin is being sold in the near future, the Four Musketeers have to face the reality of growing up...and all the changes that come with it.
Special thanks to @thotmendes who created the glorious idea of the Mendes Triplets and @itrocksmysocks for spamming me with ideas until I agreed to write for them!
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first ever fic! It might not be perfect, but I’m pretty proud of it!
This whole fic is based of this video, which I ADORE. I highly recommend watching it before reading, it will give you a better picture when reading! I borrowed the idea and a few lines from it, so I don’t take credit for those! I did make the gif from the video!
In the video the song “We Might Be Dead by Tomorrow” by Soko plays in the background and it is lovely! If you want to listen while you read this, you can listen to it here.
There are some mentions of anxiety throughout this. I don’t believe it is too descriptive, but take care of yourself!
Also, I want to give a HUGE shout to Bre ( @fallinallincurls ) for supporting me during this entire process. She has been my rock since I’ve thought of this idea all the way to the end (as well as in life). I love her so much! She is also insanely talented, go read her masterlist!
I’ll stop ranting now haha, so enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!
Word count: 4.3k+
This was a bad idea. Ok, you willing agreed to do this. But now that you were literally about to do it, everything felt wrong. As the admin led you down the hallway that led to the set you thought back to the very conversation that got you into this mess in the first place.
*1 month prior*
You and Shawn were lying on the couch in your shared apartment, the sunrise in Toronto painted the perfect picture of warmth in front of you both as you guys snuggled as close as possible under a blanket. You had been lying like this for at least an hour. You, lost within the world of your romance novel and Shawn, admired your intense concentration while slowly tracing shapes along your arm and occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple.
You were at the point in your book where the two characters were about to profess their love to each other after years of never getting the timing right. Honestly you could feel the passion between the characters flowing through your veins. It also helped that the long awaited make-out session would ensue shortly after.
All of a sudden, Shawn’s gentle voice brought you back to reality.
“Baby?” He questioned. Your head snapped towards his face, trying to attend to him as quickly as possible so you could get back to your book.
Seeing the frantic, “oh my god, what could be more important than my book?” look, Shawn let out a soft chuckle before promising, “This will be quick. I see I’ve picked an inconvenient time to interrupt you”.
Despite the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks, he continued. “So do you remember that YouTube video you showed me like two weeks ago where it was a bunch of strangers kissing for the first time?”
How could you forget? You remembered that video popping up on your recommended videos list, and weren’t expecting it to have such an effect on you. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic ingrained into your soul, but that raw and simplistic show of love between strangers with an orchestral piece in the background literally left you sobbing. So when the first thing Shawn heard after coming back to the apartment after grocery shopping was the sound of his girlfriend crying, you showed him this video. Knowing how in love you are with love, it all made sense to him. Although Shawn admired how the video portrayed love, what he really admired was how excited it made you.
Despite your lack of response, Shawn took the fondness in your eyes and your slight nod that you knew exactly what he was talking about.
“So apparently it’s the five year anniversary of the video, and the director wants to do a remake to celebrate. It will be the same exact premise, super simplistic, but this time she’s going to do it with couples instead of strangers,” Shawn started to explain.
He already saw the excitement brewing within you that there was going to be another one of these videos, but knew you weren’t connecting the dots on how it involved the both of you.
“But in addition to doing ten everyday couples, she’s also going to be feature ten celebrity couples. And she extended an invitation to us. Something about wanting to show a stripped down version of us and how love really is the same for everyone…” Shawn rattled off, not really remembering what the director wrote in the email.
It was rare that Shawn didn’t know what was going on in your head. You swore that he actually knew you better than you knew yourself, so given the fact that he couldn’t tell how you were feeling about what he just told you, he assumed the worst.
“Look, there is no pressure to do this. Like none at all, ok? I can go and tell her no literally right now. I know how you feel about the whole pda thing, but I thought I’d at least mention it because I thought it would be really fun for us and I remembered how much you loved that video. Ok that was stupid, what was I thinking. Y/N, don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care..”
“I want to do it,” you said firmly, cutting off his apologies.
“Wait, what? You want to do it?” Shawn said, failing to contain his excitement.
“Yeah. I mean I kiss you like a million times a day,” you responded, giggling. “What’s one more?” you finished nonchalantly, very un-you like.
“Yeah,” Shawn agreed, matching you nonchalance. “But I think we should practice. Just to be safe!” He suggested, with a mischievous grin.
So starting by brushing your hair behind you to expose your neck, the two of you practiced. You continued to practice everyday for two weeks until the day of the shoot.
*Current day*
You blamed that stupid romance book for getting you all hopped up on lovey-dovey feelings. Ok the book was actually really cute, but if you hadn’t been reading it when Shawn asked you maybe would have been able to realize that agreeing to this is insane. Well, for you.
Honestly you wished that you didn’t get so anxious about these things. It wasn’t like you didn’t love Shawn or anything like that. God, that was the furthest thing from the issue. You would gladly scream to the entire planet how much you love Shawn, but given the fact the you are dating a world-renowned celebrity, you realized that you literally had the attention of the entire planet. For an introvert like you, that was way too much to deal with. The thought of all these eyes on you, all of them with something to say, overwhelmed you to no end. Thus, when it came to your relationship with Shawn, you kept it private as possible.
Shawn was nothing but respectful when you voiced your concerns. He knows better than anyone the magnitude of his world, and his love for you is so great that he would do anything to make you feel comfortable. You showed Shawn endless love and affection behind closed doors anyway, so he truly had no issues in the matter.
It wasn’t like you guys were hiding the fact you were dating, but when you two were in public, the displays of affection were limited to hand holding, innocent cuddling, and the occasional kiss on the check.
So the fact that you were minutes away from kissing Shawn in the most vulnerably passionate for everyone to see was driving your anxiety through the roof.
This was a very bad idea.
It hadn’t helped that you hadn’t really seen Shawn this morning at all either. He had an interview earlier this morning, so they only interaction you two had was a simple little goodbye kiss while you were still half-asleep.
As you walked into the set you immediately absorbed all of your surroundings. It was a simple set, as expected. A simple gray backdrop, two cameras, bright lights, and about ten strangers setting everything up. This wasn’t anything new for you. After dating for Shawn for three years, you had been around much more extravagant sets than this, but for every single one of them, you spent the time behind the camera.
You would’ve lost it right then and there if it weren’t for the curly haired boy you caught out of the corner of your eye talking to the director.
For a second, all your anxieties were put on hold as he walked over and enveloped you in big bear hug.
Turning around, Shawn beamed as he introduced you to the director. “Tatia, this my girlfriend, Y/N.”
The director giggled as she saw how proud Shawn was of you. “So I’ve heard! It’s nice to meet you. Thanks for taking part in this,” she said with a warm smile.
Despite feeling on the verge of a mental breakdown, you couldn’t let it show. Mustering up the most genuine smile as you could, you responded, “Absolutely! Thank you for choosing us to be a part of this! I’m so obsessed with the first video you did, Shawn can testify to that!”
Shawn nodded in agreement, but you knew he saw right through your act.
To about anyone else, you seemed perfectly fine. But Shawn wasn’t just anyone else. He could tell by the sound of your voice that the enthusiasm you had for this two weeks ago was long gone. He squeezed you a little tighter in hopes of settling your nerves.
While Shawn silently continued to try and calm you down, Tatia started to move on with everything.
“Well it sounds like you are just excited as I am with everything, which is great news! Ok so I think we are ready to get this show on the road. There is no script at all, we really just want to get you guys at your rawest. We need about five to ten minutes to finish setting everything up. So just get yourselves comfortable out there, and we’ll let you know when we are ready to start filming. When we start rolling just act if we weren’t even here.” She explained as she gestured to you and Shawn to step in front of the cameras.
“Easier said than done,” you groaned inwardly.
You walked back towards the center of the set tightly gripping Shawn’s hand. He was your only saving grace at this point.
All the while Shawn’s only priority was to make sure that you were ok. Nothing else mattered if you weren’t feeling one hundred percent about this. He would pull the plug on this entire thing and not even think twice about it if you had asked him to. From the moment he started dating you, your feelings became the most important thing to him, and today wouldn’t be any different.
Between everyone bustling around them trying to finish up getting ready, Shawn saw an opportunity to talk to you without you being concerned about other people hearing.
Talking low, Shawn gently prodded, “Hey love, you want to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”
At the sound of Shawn’s voice, your head snapped up to look at him. Your eyes were frantic, looking for any kind of solace in Shawn’s eyes. On top of that Shawn felt you to start to shake in his grip. He could literally see the panic rising within you. Squeezing you a little tighter in hopes to calm your shakes, he looked at you straight in the eyes and said, “Woah, woah, woah, I’ve got you. I promise. Baby, talk to me. Everything is going to be ok.”
Your eyes were still darting around the room as your anxiety was causing you to lose control. But, after a couple reassuring rubs on the back from Shawn you finally started to talk.
“This is a lot for me,” you softly admitted, your voice breaking. “I’m making such a big deal out of nothing, I’m so sorry,” you started to rattle off.
“Honey, never apologize for how you feel. These shoots can be an extremely nerve wracking thing to do and I’m so proud of you for even getting to this point. And I hate seeing you like this baby, so we don’t have to stay if it makes you uncomfortable. If you aren’t up to this, we could leave right now. I’ll take care of it. We can go home, cuddle, watch a movie, and everything will be absolutely fine. I said there was no pressure when I first asked you, and that still holds true. I promise whatever you decide we’ll get through it together.” Shawn stated firmly, needing you to believe what he was telling her.
You were already starting to slightly starting to calm down. You’ll never be able to understand his effect on you, it was something beyond either of you.
“No, I want to do it. I’m just not used to showing this side of me, and I’m nervous of what people will think. It’s getting me really worked up,” you confessed.
“Aw, honey I wish I could promise that everyone will appreciate you and our relationship as much as I do, because that’s all you deserve and more. But I can’t control everyone’s opinions. Sometimes I wish I could. However, what I can promise you is that I will love you more and more every single day and appreciate you until you never forget how amazing you are. Because you are absolutely amazing baby.” Shawn responded.
In one moment it was like your entire view on life shifted into focus. There would be millions of people who would have millions of opinions on you, but the only person’s opinion that mattered to you loved you more than you could handle. You slowly felt the anxiety you had about everyone’s thoughts start to disintegrate.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly started to feel grounded again. Meanwhile, Shawn was still searching your face for an answer. “I love you so much Shawn,” giving him the best response you could give.
Shawn’s classic smile flashed across his face, accompanied by a wave of relief. He was starting to see you calming down. Now in front of him, stood the care-free girl he mostly saw in private. This was the love of his life. “I love you too baby. More than you’ll ever know.”
With everything seeming to have been fixed, Tatia interrupted the moment between you and Shawn. “We are ready to roll. Are you guys good?” She asked.
Shawn looked to you to give the answer. “We’re perfect,” you said, with the utmost amount of confidence and a big grin across your face. Shawn couldn’t help but beam at you seeing you so excited.
“Ok then I’ll just leave you guys to it then,” Tatia just said, walking back to her directors’ chair.
All attention turned to you and Shawn, and a veil of silence came across the room.
Just because Shawn was able to calm your anxieties about the response to the video doesn’t mean you still didn’t have nerves about the shoot itself. But you were happy that you were a little nervous, like your boyfriend had always said, “nerves mean you care”. And boy did you care a lot for the person whose hand you refused to let go of this entire time.
Not being able to take the silence anymore you spoke up, “Soooo, do we just..”
Tatia whisper-yelled, “Do whatever feels right, and remember, we aren’t here!!”
Unable to contain all the awkwardness you was feeling, you let out a laugh, “I’m sorry this is just really weird!”
At this point, Shawn broke out of his trance. He had been staring at you in admiration this whole time.
Along with the whole theme of simplicity, you were told to come in their everyday clothes. You wore a red v-neck with blue jeans and white converse, a staple of your wardrobe. Your hair was in a high ponytail like it was nearly every other day of the year, and like always you had no makeup on. Shawn, dressed in a black henley, skinny jeans, and his signature black chelsea boots, had been trying to take in every detail possible about you in this moment. Your laugh, however, brought him back into the moment.
Seeing you smile lit up every fiber in his body. How is it possible that one human, one beautifully perfect human, became the center of his universe? He couldn’t be happier. It was at this moment the feeling of love took over his entire body.
He gently tugged on your hand in order to get you to face him.
“Let’s look at each other for a second, ok?” Shawn asked, while letting go of your hand so both of his hands could cup your face.
The moment that you and Shawn locked eyes it was as if the entire world around you guys disappeared.
Shawn would forever adore the woman he held in his arms. He had performed in some of the biggest venues around the world, but just by staring at you he felt the biggest rush in his life. Shawn still had an amazing career ahead of him, but he saw his entire future within your y/e/c eyes. Shawn thought he had everything he could’ve ever wanted, but from the moment he met you he realized how he hadn’t even known the half of living a full life. It physically hurt him how much love he had for you. You were his forever and he couldn’t be more ecstatic.
Looking into Shawn’s honey colored eyes, you saw home. Every single time you looked at Shawn, your love for him grew and you couldn’t get enough of it. Despite being obsessed with love since you were a little girl, you had no idea it was possible that anyone could love someone this much. You had spent your entire life dealing with anxiety and self doubt, but with Shawn you felt unstoppable. You couldn’t contain herself knowing the fact that this was only the beginning of your life together.
So there you guys stood, two souls perfectly content just being in each other’s arms, with the most genuine smiles on your faces just knowing that despite all the drama and negativity in the world, you two got it right.
After giving you a little nose nudge, Shawn could no longer hold himself back from your lips. And when your lips collided with one another, it’s like someone had set off a million fireworks.
It’s one thing to see the love between two people, but you and Shawn made everyone feel it.
The kiss was steamy and passionate, but at the same time tender and romantic. If nobody knew any better, it was as if you were kissing each other like your lives’ depended on it. Your lips roamed one another, demanding everything you needed while at the same time pouring your entire heart into it. Every movement was carried out in a desperately caring manner. Shawn’s hands moved to your lower back to cradle you close to his body as possible while your hands traveled to the nape of Shawn’s neck, gently tugging on his messy curls. Shawn leaned into you, deepening the kiss. Your lips moved in sync, speaking a language only you two knew. This was you and Shawn at their core, loving on one another in the truest form. There might have been no words exchanged, but it was loud and clear how you and Shawn felt towards one another.
If it hadn’t been for lack of air, neither of you would’ve stopped. You pulled away first. For a second you just stood there catching your breath and staring in complete awe at Shawn. While reality started to flood back in around you both, you stood on your tiptoes to give Shawn a final and quick peck on the lips.
After coming down from both of your highs, you and Shawn turned at the same time to face the cameras and the rest of the crew there. There were faces that ranged from insanely huge smiles with happy tears running down their cheeks to wide-eyes accompanied by hung open jaws. But do you know the best part? Their opinions didn’t affect you nearly as much as you thought they would.
Due to a combination of realizing the events that had just occurred and an overwhelming sense of love towards one another you and Shawn ended the silence by breaking into a fit of laughter. Meanwhile, the camera was still rolling, capturing both of you in your post-makeout glory, in a state of pure bliss.
With one hand on his chest from laughing so hard (the other still holding onto you), Shawn finally spoke in between laughs, “Well this is us, in our rawest! Tatia, I hope your happy!”
You, still giddy and giggly followed up, “I’m sorry we might have gotten a bit carried away but that was a really good one!”
“No. You guys, that was absolutely incredible. We seriously made the best choice deciding to include you guys,” Tatia responded, finally recovering from her shock.
You just stood there trying to memorize every detail from this moment. The way your heart was racing, the way Shawn looked, how your lips buzzed with love. It was then that you knew that this would be one of the happiest moments of your life.
*3 months later*
You were currently in the elevator, headed back to your and Shawn’s apartment after a long day of work.
The video was released about a month ago, and to say it was a success was an understatement. This video had about triple the amount of views as the first, and everyone knew about it.
Shawn even posted a still from the video. It was the moment right before the kiss, where you and Shawn were staring at each other. Shawn had put the picture on his Instagram with the caption: “I never knew forever had a face, and I’m so glad it’s yours”. Within one night, it became the most liked photo on his Instagram.
People everywhere knew about it. As Shawn’s girlfriend, you would normally get stopped by fans here and there. But after this, you would get stopped by people at least once a day, some of them not even knowing who Shawn was.
The response to the video was overwhelming positive. People really seemed to relate to you and Shawn. Without the headlines and paparazzi, you two were just two normal people in love, and this video helped people to see that. You will never forget the one interaction that proved that to be true. You were in a bookstore, when a girl about sixteen years old came up to you.
“Hi,” she greeted timidly. “Are you Y/N L/N?”
“Yes I am,” you responded with a smile, “It’s nice to meet you!”
“I just wanted to say that I watched the First Kiss video and absolutely loved it.” she explained.
“Thank you so much, you are so sweet! We had so much fun filming it.” you answered with a giggle, thinking back to that day.
“You really love him don’t you?” The girl blurted out, catching you off guard.
“Yes I do. More than anything in this whole world,” you responded with pure adoration dripping off every word.
“Well this is going to sound weird, but I didn’t believe that before. It was stupid for me to judge, I know. I’m sorry. But after watching that, I have absolutely no doubts. I am really happy for the both of you. I just thought you deserved to know that,” the girl quickly explained quickly. As soon as she finished a look of apprehension flashed across her face, fearing she might have insulted you.
In an attempt to reassure her, you quickly smiled at the girl, “No I’m appreciative you told me. It’s super easy to judge, but I’m glad you were willing to change your mind about us. That’s what matters.”
After taking a quick picture, you and the girl parted ways. Realizing that the video had changed at least one person’s hate into love you knew that everything was worth it.
There was still hate. You realized that there always would be. However, for every single hate comment, Shawn (and about a million others) were there with about ten compliments. You felt loved by the people you cared about most, which meant everything in your world was right.
Walking into the apartment and shutting the door behind her, you noticed that it was silent. Although it was late, Shawn was always either in the kitchen or the living room, so he could greet you as soon as you walked in the door. However, you did notice the light from your shared bedroom illuminating the hall.
You froze in the doorway of your bedroom as you took in the sight in front of you. Shawn was sitting cozy under the covers of their bed. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, his curls sat wild upon his head, and was grinning like an idiot at whatever he was watching on his phone.
“Hi baby,” you finally spoke up, causing him to look up at you.
A warm, loving, and familiar smile grew upon his face. “Hi love. I’m so glad you are home. I’m sorry I wasn’t out there to greet you when you walked in, but I got your text and wanted to warm the bed up so we could cuddle. I also made you your favorite hot chocolate!” Shawn explained.
On the nightstand next to him were two mugs. One for his tea, and the other for your hot chocolate. You had texted Shawn on your way home, telling him you had a chill for the past couple of hours. Shawn being Shawn, went above and beyond for you. You’ll never be able to understand what you did right in your life to deserve him.
“You’re the best,” you hummed, walking towards him. “Whatcha watching over there?”
“Us!” Shawn exclaimed. “Babe, this is definitely biased but I seriously can’t get enough of this video.”
“It really is something, isn’t it?” You said in response.
“I’m not kidding, Y/N. This video of us, the way we acted..it’s everything I’ll ever want or need. There’s no denying I’ve accomplished some amazing things in my life, but I am certain that my biggest accomplishment will always be loving you,” he said confidently.
“Oh Shawn,” he was about to make you cry on the spot. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Y/N. Now come here and let’s get you warm!” He motioned you to join him in bed.
So that’s what you two did. You laid in his arms for about an hour, just happy being in each other’s presence before drifting off. This is all you could’ve ever asked for. Everything was absolutely perfect.
Promt: Shawn's in a real relationship with the reader in the midst of the PR stunt. Mild angst.
Author's note: This was yet to be edited. Spare me for misspelled words.
*****
We're a train wreck. It's too much. I miss him and he doesn't even give a fuck. First, it was just the pictures, then came the kissing video, VMA's performance and last but definitely ain't the least, the video Shawn posted. It was to much, I barely knew who he was now. I sighed thinking about this mess.
I texted him earlier asking if he's doing anything today but three hours later he didn't reply. It's not that I'm feeling cold or it's nothing but the PR shit is crossing beyond lines. And it's affecting Shawn and our relationship.
Now, I tried to call him. It rang. And then he picked up. I sighed over the line before he said, "Hey." in a monotone voice.
"Hi, love? What are you doing today?" I inquired over the phone.
"Hmm .. Nothing, I guess. Just nothing. How about you?"
"Studying the script." I answered him.
"I'll hang this now, Y/N-"
"Wait, I thought you're not busy." I cut him off. Now it's very obvious that he's building an unnecessary distance between us.
"You know, you're studying-"
"I just want to talk to you. I have a spare time so I thought it would be lovely to spend it with you." I whispered over the line.
He sighed deeply.
"And probably we could have dinner?" I asked.
"You know we can't do that now."
"Yes, the PR shit. I forgot my bad."
"Y/N." he says my name pleadingly to understand our situation.
"Before, you make time for me when it all started. And I cope with it. Shawn, I'm okay with this. Hell, totally fine. Just spare some time for me. We could grab dinner and talk and catch up with everything. This is hell, Shawn." I chuckled. "Sometimes, I wonder was this all worth it. Are we gonna stay the same like before, as soon as you're all done with this PR shit? Are you gonna stick with me even if almost everyday you slid your tongue in her mouth? Do you even think this was okay Shawn? That I was okay?"
His line went to an eerie silence.
"Shawn," I uttered in a breaking voice, "do you even still love me?"
"Yes." he said. "Of course, I do, I always do. I'm so, sorry for all of this love."
I cut call. It was to much.
Then, he texted me immediately that he won't be doing anything today. If I like to call him back he said it would be fine. And he'll try to swing by in my apartment so we can have dinner tonight - he doesn't have any appointments today. I said okay, if that's what he wants.
But, in all honesty I was rooting for him. I want him, his attention, everything. I cling to his promise that he'll come over.
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It's nearly seven in the evening, no texts from him. So, I gladly indulge myself over Twitter endlessly scrolling over nothing when I decided to refresh it to read some new nothings and there it goes some hot, new pictures of Shawn and her walking in the middle of a busy city while holding hands.
The next set of photos, was too much, it's her locking lips with Shawn followed by them embarking his Rover.
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One of the things Shawn always tried to stand by was to not let anyone else dictate your happiness. If you can’t be happy alone, you shouldn’t seek that happiness in a relationship. It had always been simple.
Except when it wasn’t.
He was gearing up for his next tour when his anxiety started to get bad again. Shawn wanted it to be bigger and better than the last one, but none of the plans he had seemed to work once they tried to execute them. Every day ended in him getting frustrated, going home, and panicking that he couldn’t pull it off. He stared out of the windows of his apartment for hours, soft tears running down his cheeks, sometimes coming to a conclusion that he was done.
There was always someone on the crew to talk him back down, but this time he’d spiraled too far. So far that his mother had to fly to LA and force him to go to the doctor to get his medication readjusted. Shawn started journalling because therapy just didn’t fit in his schedule at the moment, and slowly but surely, things started looking up again.
Before he could quite reach the level of independence he needed, he met you. You were brought on as a part of the visual arts team for the backdrops of the tour, and then you’d travel as the tour photographer. It was like Shawn could say something, and whatever visual you came up with was directly out of his mind. The two of you clicked immediately.
For a while, you two did all of the things a couple does but without the label. It was an attempt to keep things professional, but everyone around you knew what was really happening. Then, during the second month of the tour, Shawn told you how he felt, and it all became official. That was when he officially put his mental health on the back burner, but it went unnoticed to you, him, and everyone else.
Shawn was feeling so good. He was on the best high of his life, this tour had honestly been his best so far, and you were part of that. On top of all of those things, you got to follow him around every day and take pictures as your job. There wasn’t anything anyone could do to separate the two of you.
Then, ten months later, that only felt like three or four, the tour ended, and so did your relationship with Shawn. You’d gotten a job offer with another artist that was going to be on the road for a little over a year, and you wanted to put all of your focus on it, not on trying to schedule a time to see Shawn or when to call and facetime him. Your job with Shawn was your first big project, so you didn’t want to stop there when you had an even bigger opportunity ahead of you.
Shawn couldn’t stop you, and he didn’t want to, but he wished he could stop the heartbreak that followed. It was the worst come down he’s ever experienced. Everything seemed to fall apart at once all over again. He was right where he was in those few months before he met you.
Days turned into nights and then back into days as he sat on his couch and stared out the windows. It was moments like this that he couldn’t decide if he liked having large windows with a beautiful view. It gave him a lot of time to reflect and realize that he did exactly what he always told himself not to. Now he had to suffer the consequences.
He’d made the mistake of getting comfortable and relying on you just to have the rug pulled out from underneath him. When Shawn gets too overwhelmed, he closes his eyes and pretends that he’s in your arms, but then it never fails to all come crashing down on him when he opens them again.
All because he got used to being someone you loved.
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