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aiiviiloo · 2 months

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Two Truths One Lie

Smosh: Shayne Topp x Reader

WC: 1.8K

Warnings: A little bit of suggestive(looks n feelings), use of she/her pronouns, Y/N is one of the ogs in smosh, slight fluff if u squint, Y/N is kinda famous

It was a warm day in California when the team chose to make Y/n and Shayne film the video, which they both silently thanked them for. Getting sprayed with ice cold water wouldn't be as harmful with the weather.

"Are you ready to get sprayed to death?" Shayne joked while bumping his shoulder into Y/n who turned to smirk at him.

Y/n only ignored his comment and walked into the studio where Courtney, Amanda and Angela hung out in their stools beside the "game" table.

It was a little intimidating, the guns leaning against the table while a crew member filled them both up with water.

Shayne followed after Y/n into the studio and walked with her to the sound manager who mic'ed them up, connecting their microphone while the two of them clipped the small black electronics onto their clothes.

As they finished with that, the studio manager once again called everyone to their places, checking so that everyone were feeling alright.

Y/n sat down across Shayne, Courtney to her left as she looked down at the cards in front of her.

Before any filming session, Y/n always felt a shock of adrenaline pulse through her veins, as if she felt like any second, her body would explode - which it never did of course.

"And.. Action!" Emily, the director, shouted. The studio turned quiet before Shayne turned to the camera with a dramatic sigh escaping his mouth.

"Welcome, everyone, to another round of Two Truths One Lie. In this game, me and an opponent tell three statements, where two of those statements are truths and the other one a lie." Shayne explained, still in his dramatic voice.

"If my opponent, who is Y/n today, say hi Y/n." He continued

"Hello." Y/n answered shortly, smiling into the camera.

"As I said, if my opponent fails to find my lie, I get to spray her with water, but if she succesfully finds my lie, I get sprayed by her with water."

"I think I put on the wrong clothes for this." Y/n stated, looking down at her outfit, which was a knitted sweater with some grey baggy jeans.

"Atleast you look cute!" Courtney added, making Y/n and Shayne chuckle.

Amanda coughed, glaring at the pair in front of her.

"Oh, right! This is our three watchers. Courtney, Amanda and Angela." Shayne introduced the three women, making them mutter things with annoyance.

"I'm so happy to have gathered boygenius with us today." Y/n joked, making the whole studio laugh at her joke.

"Anyway, would you like to go first?" Shayne asked Y/n who nodded, clearing her throat dramatically.

"Here are my statements. First one. I have been in a relationship with Jeanette McCurdy for an event." Y/n began, making Amanda chuckle a short laugh at the first statement.

"I have kissed Tom Cruise, on the mouth." Shayne's eyes widened at this, not at all ready for this.

"I was in a marching band in Japan when I was fifteen." Y/n said her last statement with a small smile while Shayne stared at Y/n mysteriously, trying to figure out which one is the truth.

"Okay, first statement. When and where was it?" Shayne asked as Y/n put her card down.

"It was at an event, some Nickelodeon event. I don't remember the year but I remember we were talking and I asked if for a joke we should fake a relationship for the whole event and she agreed. Really nice person she is!" Y/n explained while keeping a straight face.

Shayne nodded.

"And the next one? That seems like such a lie but if it's not I'm so jealous of you." He joked, making the trio beside him chuckle.

"Okay, so I got booked into an actual move not too long ago, no clue who was my love interest or anything, but when I arrived to the "love" scenes, there Tom Cruise was. I think it was about seven years ago or so."

The studio was quiet, everyone actually intrigued to hear the whole story, even the trio sat quietly.

"Wow, and do you remember the kiss?" Shayne sarcastically asked, but he actually wanted to know.

"I do, it was a great kiss. I was a nervous wreck but he was so calm and collected and just a nice co-worker to work with." Y/n answered with a soft smile on her face.

"And the third one?"

"As many of you know, I've lived in Japan with my family for a part of my life. And some of you know I also play the clarinet, well played, and I wanted to play it in a marching band so I joined one." Y/n explained, quite easily.

"I think I know the lie." Shayne said quickly with a smirk while Y/n only sat with a soft smile on her face.

"It's the second one, the Tom Cruise one." He continued and Y/n sighed, looking down at the table.

But she quickly grabbed the water gun and sprayed Shayne in the chest with the ice cold water.

"WHAT!?!?!?" Angela shouted while Shayne sat in shock.

"You've actually kissed Tom Cruise?" He asked, eyes wide as he laughed in just pure shock.

"I have! It was some movie, I don't remember but I was the love-interest." Y/n chuckled while putting her gun down, letting it lean against the table.

"Wait so which one was the lie?" Shayne asked, making Y/n smile.

"The marching band one. I moved to Japan when I was fifteen but joined the marching band when I was eightteen because they had an age restriction." Y/n told the group who all made 'aah' noises as an understanding.

"Alright, so my turn. I have eaten a whole tarantula on camera. I have eaten a bull penis on camera. I have eaten surströmming on camera." Shayne said quickly.

"Okay, I know one of these 100%. You did eat a tarantula. It was on Mythical Kitchen. I was there with you but I chickened out and never ate the spider but you did." Y/n thought outloud, looking directly into Shayne's eyes.

Shayne chuckled and smiled, knowing that Y/n was right with that, they both were there.

"Ah, shit. I wasn't on the filming day of the surströmming. I remember it was you and Noah and his two brothers. Shit." Y/n muttered and sighed.

"I think the bull penis one is the lie. You must've eaten some piece of surströmming that day, your fingers smelt like shit after that I remember that." She claimed, making Shayne laugh.

"Are you sure?" Shayne checked with her and she nodded.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but you are very wrong-"

"Shit! No- No please, spare me!" Y/n began shouting as she watched Shayne pull the gun up from his side.

"LET ME TAKE OFF MY SWEATER FIRST PLEASE!" She continued yelling as everyone else laughed their asses off at her reaction.

Shayne let her take her sweater off and so she did.

Y/n unclipped her mic and pulled her sweater off, her t-shirt slightly following with but with the help of Courtney who held the shirt down, she threw the sweater away to the side.

While all of this was happening, Shayne felt his ears turn slightly pink at the sight of Y/n's stomach and a small part of her ribcage.

What was going on with him? He thought, blinking his quiet suggestive thoughts away.

"Okay, I'm ready." Y/n said, now only in a tanktop.

Shayne chuckled and slowly pumped the water gun, making Y/n nervous.

"Shayne! Just do i-" Y/n got interrupted by Shayne shooting water against her stomach, making Y/n jerk in shock.

The studio began laughing in the scene that just happened.

"OW! MY SIX-PACK!" Y/n joked, making the studio continue laughing, even Shayne laughed, his eyes closed as he did.

The studio calmed down and Y/n and Shayne continued the game, Shayne absolutely failing the game, getting completely drenched in water.

After a shot of water was shot against Shayne, Angela began joking about something, distracting the studio and audience of what happened anywhere else.

Y/n took the chance to look at Shayne who focused on Angela.

He had a big part of his t-shirt completely soaked, and Y/n kinda thanked herself for that, because now she could see Shayne's chest.

Her eyes drifted down a little before looking back up, but now on Angela who was still talking about who know's what.

Now it was Shayne's turn to look at Y/n, her tanktop had only gotten a little soaked, only showing some parts of her bra underneath.

Shayne had to control his breathing, his hands tightly knitted together underneath the tablecloth as he felt his ears turn pink again. He had felt Y/n's stare, he wasn't gullible, and damn did it make him feel good.

They continued the game after Angela's rant and finally it ended, ending with Y/n winning quite naturally.

The cameras turned off and the pair of them walked up to the sound manager who they handed their microphones to before walking out from the studio.

"That was fun, really." Y/n began, smiling softly at Shayne who chuckled, looking down at himself.

"Yeah, sure, maybe for you." He sighed dramatically, making Y/n grin while pushing Shayne's shoulder jokingly.

"Oh, shit, I forgot my sweater. Let me go get it." Y/n remembered, running back into the studio and getting the sweater.

As she picked up her sweater, Courtney walked up to her with a small smile.

"I saw you looking at him." She blurted out, making Y/n look up at her with slight wide eyes.

"I-"

"And he was looking at you too, y'know." Courtney said while smirking as she watched Y/n's cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Okay, fine. I was looking at him, he looked hot okay." Y/n sighed, confessing to Courtney who chuckled.

"Don't tell me that, tell it to him." She said while nodding to someone behind Y/n, who turned around to see Shayne stand there with slightly tinted ears.

"Oh-" Y/n said before trying to stutter something about how she did think like that and that it was okay if he didn't feel the same.

"Y/n, would you like to go out with me?" Shayne interrupted her rambling, making her stop in her tracks.

"What?" She asked, flabbergasted.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Shayne asked again, now with a smile on his face.

"Ye-Yeah, that'd be nice." Y/n said, now also with a grin on her face as she watched Shayne nod and walk away.

"Finally! I've waited for that since you both started working here." Courtney groaned, walking away from Y/n who stood there, excitement filling her entire body.

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mezz000 · 29 days

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HAPPY SHARTNEY MARRIAGE 👏👏🎊🎊

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hayleythesugarbowl · 8 months

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please an ian hecox x reader fic i need🥺 maybe like a first date or something like that there’s just not enough Ian fics

First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ summary: oneshot where Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

a/n: thanks for the request babes!! I agree we need more ian x reader fics, i hope you enjoy this one!! i kept the first date theme but i took some liberties and i made the reader female so i hope this is what you wanted <3🍒🪩

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“Alright the event this Friday, what’s everyone wearing?” Courtney said, putting her legs up on the table in front of her.

You were lounging around the studio with almost the entire Smosh cast in between shoots.

“Exactly what I’m wearing right now?” Angela lifted her head from Amanda’s lap and gestured to her sweatshirt.

“Very funny,” Courtney said.

“Honestly same,” Shayne agreed, looking up from his phone.

Courtney shot him a look but secretly you agreed with him. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about the YouTube event Smosh was going to, it was just that you weren’t exactly excited about it. You kind of had a history of embarrassing yourself at things like this. Like last month when you tripped in your impossibly tall heels and landed in the lap of a very unhappy old man. In his defense, you had spilled wine down the front of his dress shirt.

“As long as there’re no heels involved, I don’t really care what it is,” You said.

“You people have no sense of style,” Courtney faked disgust.

“Speak for yourselves, this chain begs to differ,” Ian walked into the room, pretending to model the outfit he was wearing.

“He wears one chain and suddenly it’s ‘his brand’,” Amanda joked.

“Hey laugh all you want, but this thing’s a magnet for the ladies.”

Everyone burst out laughing and Ian mocked offense.

“Well I for one think you look great,” you smiled at him and he beamed back at you.

“Besides,” he continued, “I have to look good ‘cause my ex-girlfriend is going to be at the event this Friday. I bet she’s bringing that perfect boyfriend of her’s too who ‘has a real, important job’.”

“Wait, the same girlfriend who broke up with you at the last event?” Damien asked.

You hadn’t been at Smosh yet then, but you’d heard the story multiple times.

“That’s the one. And now I get to show up a year later, still without a date.”

“If only you had a girlfriend you could bring, but oh wait, that’s right—” Shayne teased.

“That’s right,” Ian agreed

“I’ll be your date,” you burst out.

You didn’t know what made you say it. Maybe you sympathized with having embarrassing moments at classy gatherings. Maybe you just felt like helping your boss out. Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that you may or may not have had a tiny crush on Ian when you first started working at Smosh.

But that was a long time ago…ok maybe months ago, and something you’d never admit aloud. You were just offering to help out a friend. Right?

“Really? You’d do that for me?” Ian asked you.

“Sure! No one has to know it’s our first date—or not-first-date. We can tell your ex we’ve been dating for months.”

“That actually might work,” Ian grinned at you.

“Ooh, I can pick out matching outfits for you guys!” Courtney interjected.

“No,” you both said in unison.

“Well, I’ll pick you up on Friday at 8:00 for our not-first-date,” Ian looked at you, his eyes gleaming.

“See you then,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Actually you guys will see each other in like 45 minutes for TNTL,” Amanda said.

“Right.” You said.

After this Ian left the room and you turned back to your friends who were all looking at you as if they knew something you didn’t.

You took in their scheming stares. “What?”

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The rest of the week passed fairly quickly with no more talk of the event except for Ian asking your advice on what to wear—which everyone seemed to think so adorable for reasons you couldn’t understand or just refused to entertain.

And suddenly, just like that it was Friday and you were answering your door to a nervous-looking Ian holding out flowers to you.

“Since it’s our ‘first date’,” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him, a smile blooming on your face, “I thought I’d bring you these.”

“Thank you,” you said, “and you look great!”

And he did. His maroon suit fit him perfectly and you couldn’t help but notice that it did end up matching the light pink dress with a crimson belt you chose.

“And you look…wow.” He admired you and it took all of you not to blush at his words.

He took you to his car, and insisted on opening your door for you since it was a ‘first date’. You looked over at Ian from the passenger seat and thought how you were surprised at how much of a gentleman he could be. Your goofy, laid-back boss definitely had a romantic side and would make some girl very happy someday, you thought.

By the time you arrived at the event, you and Ian had barely said a word to each other. Which was odd, to say the least, seeing as you never really felt awkward around him or anybody at Smosh.

“You ready for this?” Ian asked you as you stepped out of the car and headed toward the building the event was held at.

You answered by taking his hand in yours and smiling up at him.

You walked into the venue together and took in the layout. A makeshift stage had been set up for guest speakers at one end and as for the rest of it—cocktail tables scattered throughout the room, lights hanging from the ceiling and trailing down the walls and onto the refreshment tables lining the edges of the room, and hundreds of people, some who you recognized and others you didn’t, mingling and eating and—in the case of your friends—waving at you and Ian.

You two walked over to them. Everyone took in your fingers intertwined.

“Can’t keep your hands off her?” Angela teased Ian.

“I uh—”

You thought you sensed a faint blush on Ian’s cheeks as he tried to respond.

You interrupted. “It’s a fake date, remember? Would you prefer we stood 8 feet apart at all times?”

“So,” you turned to Ian, “where is this ex of yours?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I haven’t seen her yet,” Damien said.

“And anyone could spot her curly red bush—I mean hair—a mile away,” Shayne joked.

“Maybe she’s not here yet,” Ian said, and then to you, “let’s go get some drinks.”

He led you over to one of the refreshment tables, and as you were walking, you saw her.

A tall, gorgeous woman in a tight green dress stood about 20 feet away from you. This had to be her, you thought, looking at her auburn curls done up in a twisted updo that made your simple bun look…well, simple.

You nudged Ian, “Found your ex.”

He looked over at her, his brow furrowed, and then recovering quickly he looked back at you.

“Yep, that’s her.”

“Well, then let’s go introduce ourselves as a couple.”

“No,” he said quickly, and then added “I mean, no not yet. We don’t want to seem too desperate.”

You looked at him curiously but figured he was probably right.

You had a new idea.

“Then let’s give her a little show.”

“(Y/n), what are you—”

You dragged him more into his ex-girlfriend’s line of vision.

“Ok, now kiss me.”

“What?”

“She’s looking, kiss me.”

He looked at you like you might be crazy but he also had a look of determination on his face. Determined to impress his ex, you figured. He leaned in slowly and suddenly his mouth was on yours, kissing you quickly. It was awkward at first but as you pulled apart and looked to make sure the woman was still watching you—she was—you thought that it hadn’t been altogether bad.

“That was, um, thank you for…that,” Ian said, breathless.

“Sure,” you said, “anything for a good vengeance plot.”

“Oh, be careful,” Ian said suddenly,

and you looked around, confused. “Old man two o’clock.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he elbowed him in the ribs remembering the horrors of last event, but you were grinning as you did so.

“Hey, ouch!” He laughed, “We’re supposed to be in love remember?”

And so that’s how you spent the rest of the night. Making sure she could see you when you touched Ian or pretended to laugh at a joke he made or leaned in close as if you were whispering something in his ear.

As the night went on it became easier and easier to pretend to be a couple. You hadn’t talked to Ian’s ex yet—he always had some reason for not going over to her. But you thought you’d done a good job of making her think you were dating.

And the truth was, you were enjoying yourself. You were having a great time, spending hours with Ian.

Like now, as you looked in Ian’s ex-girlfriend’s direction before saying to Ian, “So, since this is a date I guess I should do this.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “And tell you how gorgeous your eyes are.” They really were, you thought as you stared into them.

Ian leaned closer to you, planting a kiss on your jawline. “And since it’s a date I guess I should tell you how you shine brighter than all the lights in the room and how I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”

“And I should pull you closer,” you added, grabbing his lapels.

“And then maybe I would tell you how much I wanted your lips on mine. Again,” he said.

He leaned farther towards you and your lips met his. He kissed you, really kissed you this time. He was gentle at first, but then his hands were in your hair as he kissed you harder and you leaned into it, kissing him back.

“For a fake date this sure seems pretty real.”

You broke apart, looking up and finding Courtney standing in front of you smiling.

Your voice came out more breathy than you would have liked. “We were just—Ian’s ex is right there and—”

“She’s not even over here,” Courtney said looking between you too. “See?”

You looked around you and realized she was gone. How long had she been gone? You let yourself imagine what it would be like if this was a real first date. Would that be so bad? Was it bad if it already felt real?

Courtney left you guys with a cryptic smile before walking over to a table with drinks on it.

“So,” you started, “I—”

“I’ll be right back,” Ian said, then quickly walked towards the door at the back of the venue.

You stood there for a second. Was he avoiding you? Just leaving after you’d shared a moment like that? Was the kiss that bad?

You walked back over to the table where all of your friends were standing and chatting.

“Hey! Where’s Ian going?” Courtney asked you

“Bathroom?” You guessed.

You scanned the room. There was Ian’s ex again. Now she shows up, you thought wryly.

Courtney followed your gaze, “You know her?”

You looked at her, “That’s Ian’s ex-girlfriend.”

“No, it’s not,” she said.

“What? Yes it is.”

“Here,” Shayne pulled out his phone and a moment later showed you a picture of your boss with his arm around a short woman with red hair, “that’s Ian’s ex.”

You were shocked. “But then who’s she?”

“That’s a question for Ian,” Angela said, pointing towards him. You saw him walking towards you and you met him halfway.

“Ian? Who’s the woman in the green dress?”

He looked taken aback by the question, and putting his hands in his pockets, he said, “What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently you never dated her.”

“Um, about that” he started, hesitating, and then taking a deep breath he answered you. “I don’t know that woman. I’ve never seen her in my life.” He admitted this in a rush, looking for your reaction.

“Why did you tell me she was your ex-girlfriend?”

He looked down, almost bashful. “My ex isn’t at this event.”

You took a step back, in shock, “Then why did you need me to be your fake date?”

He looked at you intently, “I didn’t…need a fake date, I mean.”

“But—”

“I did, originally. But then I found out my ex wasn’t going to be able to make it because her and her boyfriend both have the flu.” He started to smile, then stopped himself, coughing, “Which is really too bad.”

Another time you might have laughed, but now you stopped yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

“So you lied to me?” You asked him, hurt.

“I didn’t mean to—

“But if you knew your ex wasn’t coming, then what’s this?” You gestured between the two of you. You were asking yourself just as much as him.

“I may have—withheld the truth—because I,” he cleared his throat, “I may have wanted to go on a date with you.”

“What?” Of all the answers you were expecting…

“I think you’re great (Y/n), and I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but I never quite knew how, and then you offered to be my date to this thing and it was going to be perfect—even if it was fake—and I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. I’m sorry.”

“So yes, I lied to you. But I meant what I said though,” Ian said softly, “about you being beautiful and about wanting to kiss you.”

You thought back through the night, taking all this in. All the fake moments that apparently weren’t so fake. For either of you, you realized. Because you had enjoyed being his pretend date, even if at some point you stopped pretending.

“I just wish you would have asked me to be your real date. I would have said yes you know,” you told him.

“Really?” He was definitely blushing now and you grinned up at him.

“The night’s not over yet, we could still make this an official first date,” you said.

“(Y/n), will you go out with me?”

“I’d love to Ian.”

He began slow dancing with you even though this most definitely was not a slow dancing event.

“Ian!”

As you looked into his eyes, though, and you saw the way he was looking at you—like he’d been waiting for this for a long time—you couldn’t ignore how perfect this moment was and you let him sway you.

“Not bad for a first date, Hecox,” you joked.

“Here’s to many more?”

“Definitely.”

He kissed you, your first officially real first kiss, and you couldn’t have been happier.

Cheering erupted and you looked over where all of your friends were standing, whistling and clapping at you.

“Still think it’s a fake date?” Courtney called to you.

You looked at all the people around you, some of which had begun to stare at your display. You looked at Ian looking at you like you were the only girl in the world. You looked back at your friends, still waiting for your response.

“I think nothing’s ever been more real.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed!! i love ian so much and im glad someone else does too!! if you want more ian x reader check out my other ian fic!! have a lovely day/night <3

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smoshyourheadin · 1 month

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

+masterlist+

Summary: you join smosh as an editor, but catch feelings for a certain himbo. what'll happen when angela and amanda try to set you two up?

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x fem!Reader

A/N: welcome to sunshine and soda cans! this is about a new editor, y/n, at smosh. i've opted for a sort of "getting together" narrative, so lmk if you guys want anything more about y/n and spencer! (also this is my first fic pls be nice to me)

Part 1 - Fizzes

Part 2 - Bubbles

Part 3 - Refreshing

#smosh #spencer agnew #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #courtney miller #shayne topp #arasha lalani #x reader #spencer agnew x reader #first fic #smoshyourheadin

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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support your local caffeine dealer chapter nine

okay, this is the final chapter of sylcd and it is SMUT SO MINORS DNI. please do not worry about reading this part if you don't want to, they fuck and that's basically it. I made sure to start their relationship in chapter eight that way this didn't affect the way this story is told.

anyways 2.8k words, SMUT with little plot, and again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. and wrap it before you tap it, they don't in this story bc idc but enjoy mwah xx

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Another weekend passed, the two of you finding yourselves in good company as you splashed around Kimmy's pool, snacks and drinks flowing.

Shayne couldn't keep his hands off of you, even months after the two of you had become official; he was taking every opportunity to make up for lost time.

This was made apparent as you stood chatting with Damien, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Shayne rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed to your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter as you rested your hands atop his, enjoying your boyfriend and his best friends company. Courtney called out to you, inviting you to join her in a game with a few others. You excused yourself as you slipped from Shayne's embrace, his hand sneaking into your back pocket as he tugs you back to him.

You giggle, placing a peck on his lips before you wandered off. Shayne finally tore his eyes from you, turning to see Damien with a massive grin.

"I'm so proud of you dude. Yall are gross and feel like l'm gonna puke, but you two look really happy together."

Shayne felt the blush creep across his cheeks as he shrugged. Shayne was so fucking happy with you. He thought he was gonna pass out earlier in the month when you asked him to help you pick out a cat from the shelter. You called him after your opening shift one day, bringing up the idea, insisting he had to join you in the endeavor.

"The cat is gonna be around you all the time, Shayne, you guys have to get along." He could practically hear your pout as he remembered your argument to him. He almost found himself saying those three little words before he agreed.

Now you both had two tabby kittens from the same litter terrorizing your respective apartments.

The two of your kept your normal routine, seeing him every morning you worked and again, occasionally, in the afternoon for lunch. If times lined up, Shayne would pick you up, taking you out to eat after your shifts. You alternated movie nights, staying up late and talking about nothing while cuddled together your couches.

He didn't think he'd get here, to the point of being with you, being able to call you his. The boys quickly joined lan and Spencer in a contest for the biggest splash. When Shayne's turn arrived, he shot you a wink, proclaiming his win was for you.

He got a head start, jumping into the pool with a cannonball. He swam to the side, pulling himself out as he shook his hair dry. You grinned, cheering and clapping with the others.

"That's my man!" You called out, winking at Shayne as his heart began to race.

Your man.

My man.

The words echoed through his mind on repeat as he joined you, positioning himself behind you on the lounge chair, his legs on either side of yours.

Shayne let his lips ghost softly over the skin of your exposed shoulder, your hair now tugged up into a bun. The two of you laid back, your head resting back on his chest as you chatted with your friends.

Thankfully, no one quite noticed as the two of you had mentally checked out of the conversation.

You couldn't focus anymore as Shayne's wandering hands rubbed lightly at the skin of your hips, his fingers playing aimlessly with the strings of your bathing suit bottoms. You let your hands fall to his strong thighs, fingers tracing his muscles, the smooth skin warm and sunkissed.

You pushed gently at Shayne's hands as you sat up, feeling them rest gently on your bum. He gave your ass a playful squeeze before you stood, stretching.

You yawned, excusing yourself and Shayne, claiming you had an early shift the next day. A small smirk graced your boyfriend's sealed lips. You were off tomorrow and something in your eyes told him that he wouldn't be dropping you off at your place.

The two of you said your rounds of goodbyes, gathering your discarded clothes before making a quick exit, Shayne's hand tangled with yours as you headed to the car.

"You're a terrible person, lying to all of your friends like that." Shayne quipped as he put on his seatbelt, chuckling.

You leaned across the center console, guiding him toward you as you spoke softly, face inches from his.

"What they don't know can't hurt them, Shayne. I want to be alone with you as soon as possible and that is all your fault, sir." You grinned, your lips finally meeting his. The twWo of you moved in sync, lips slotted together perfectly as the kiss deepened, your hands gripping at Shayne's shirt.

He slowly pulls away, punctuating with a few small pecks before he shoots you a lazy grin.

"Back to yours, babe?"

Shayne's hands gripped at you, his nails leaving small scratches upon the soft skin of your hips, his hands trailing under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up.

He breaks your heated kiss, barely getting your shirt over you head before his lips were on yours once more.

Your hands splayed across his bare chest, having undone the buttons of his hawaiian shirt on the drive home. Your heart was pounding so fast you could've sworn he would hear it.

You whined, pulling away slowly, tugging Shayne's bottom lip between your teeth, before pointing towards your froon door.

He huffed, taking the hint before he quickly locked the door, upset he was losing out on time he could be spending exploring your body.

Shayne was quick to turn to you, his lips were a bit swollen, his hair now a chlorine scented mess, sticking out in all directions, and he was barely even considered dressed. His bathing suit bottoms sat low on his hips as he moved back toward you.

You felt weak in the knees at the sight before you, shamelessly letting your eyes rake over him body, a small moan escaping you.

He chuckled, cupping your face gently, placing his lips on your's again. He let his other hand slide down your side, cupping the back of your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shayne lifts you with little effort, a small gasp escaping you, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. He moves the two of you down the hall quickly, pressing your back to the bedroom door after he kicked it shut behind you.

You hands tangled into Shayne's hair, tugging and whining as he trails his lips down your neck, suckling faint bruises into your skin. He groaned softly as his hands slid behind your back, fumbling a bit as he pulled at the strings of your bikini top, the fabric sliding to the floor.

Shayne couldn't hold back the grin he shot you, dreaming of having you just like this, but he always thought it was just out of his grasp. He moved you to the mattress, laying you on your back as your nipples pebbled from the cold air.

You felt your cheeks heating up as Shayne's eyes roamed your body, knowing his routine by now.

Shayne loves to let his eyes trace every detail of your body, his lip pulled between his teeth before he smiles brightly at you.

He can't help but take his time to admire you, to show you just how much he loves you without words, and this just might be his favorite way to do that.

His hands cupped your breasts softly, slowly moving them downward, gripping the edge of your pants in his fingertips.

You melt as he looks to you with brows raised, asking for your permission before he tugs your last covering off, laying bare for him as your bottoms and shorts hit his bedroom floor.

Shayne's mind and heart were racing as he let out a soft groan, drinking in the sight before him. He lets his hands wander, taking notice of every small noise you let out, every small twitch.

Shayne loved pleasing you, that you both knew. He'd even gotten off on making you come quite a few times now.

He removed his shirt, sliding himself down between your thighs.

He'd even gotten off on making you cum a few He looked up to you again, a soft smile on his lips as his face stilled just inches from where you wanted him the most. You whine and pout, huffing softly.

"You okay?" Shayne spoke softly, his hands finally resting on your thighs, massaging your skin with his thumbs as he moves them over his shoulders.

You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to protest.

"Shayne, please just.." You trail off, your head pressing back into the mattress as his warm tongue licks a trail between your lips, the butterflies in your stomach going insane. One hand tangled into his hair, while the other gripped the sheets desperately as he began a routine of slow, agonizing laps at your juices, Shayne savoring every call of his name that rang from your lips.

You couldn't help the mumbled begging you were doing.

"Shayne, please just.. yes.. please, fuck, yes.. right there, oh my god, Shayne!" You cried out as he switched his pace, his lips around your clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves.

Shayne felt like he was dripping sweat, his heart pounding as he sat between your thighs, savoring your taste.

He fucking loved how you tasted. It wasn't anything sweet or anything unpleasant like nost people tended to describe it as.You tasted like pussy and he loved it.

He knew now that he could die a happy man, buried between your thighs for the rest of his days.

Shayne knew he'd done something right when he felt you tense, his hand splayed across your stomach, pressing you into the mattress; he knew youd came, but that didn't mean he was done.

You couldn't hold it any longer, stars blurring your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a chorus of Shayne's name spilled from your lips as you came.

You'd never been that easy to get before, and you hadn't come from just oral in a very long time. Shayne took you by surprise in multiple ways today.

After cleaning up his mess, Shayne slid up, hovering over you as he pressed a few kisses to your jaw.

"You taste so good..." Shayne groaned, his nervousness pushed aside by the pure joy he'd been given.

You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you slowly raked your nails down his back. Shayne finally met your eyes, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you cup his cheeks.

"Shayne." You placed a soft, slow kiss to his lips before you pulled away. "Please fuck me."

The sickeningly sweet smile accompanying your filthy words drove him more insane than he could've imagined.

He placed his lips to yours feverishly, desperate to wipe the smile from your face. He pulled away slowly just as he felt you tug at his hair, knowing he was leaving you on the edge, again. Shayne kept his eyes on yours as he stood at the bedside.

You shuffled, resting up on your elbows as he placed his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear.

You were shameless, you eyes raking over his defined chest and abs before your eyes followed the trail of hair downward.

A small moan left you as your eyes followed the falling of his shorts as they hit the floor, then back up again.

Shayne tried his best not to let it go to his head, but he loved the look in your eyes each time you saw him like this, no matter how often that may be.

You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together at just the sight of him.

"C'mon, don't get shy now, you always have something smart to say." Shayne chuckled as he crawled back on to the mattress, resuming his previous position. He sat back a bit, lining himself up with you.

You both moaned quietly as Shayne pushed himself into you. You almost had to admire just how well he fit you as you took a few seconds to adjust.

Shayne started off slowly, letting his lips feel every curve of your body that he possibly could, his hands touching every part that his lips couldn't reach.

A mixture of your moans echoed off the walls as your nails dug softly into Shayne's shoulders, your lips trailing his jaw. It seemed like Shayne knew things about your body that you didn't even know as he moved perfectly, making you melt as his hand slid down.

His hand pressed against your hip, stilling your movements, as he crashed his lips to yours, muffling your sounds as they grow louder. Shayne circles his thumb over your clit, your lips and tongues tangling as you moan into the kiss, your walls tightening around him.

Eventually Shayne gave in to his want, a soft moan of your name escaping him as he lifted you legs, setting them over his shoulder.

You gasp, causing him to still as he looks to you, about to to question if you were okay before the most beautiful sound hit his ears.

You moan, loudly, almost seeming unashamed, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. The new angle brought pleasures you never could've expected.

Shayne's eyes widened at your sound, leaning forward as he spoke softly, rolling his hips a bit, another moan leaving your lips.

"Y/N." Shayne began, his tone warning you enough already. "I have neighbors, baby." He chuckled a bit as your cheeks burned.

Shayne gripped your thighs gently, his nails leaving small marks on your skin as he presses himself into you once more. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping in pleasure as you suppresseda moan. Shayne felt like he was going to explode at the sight before him.

It pushed him a bit further, his pace quickening as he moaned softly, his hands gripping at your waist.

You felt yourself reaching the edge again as you looked to Shayne, following his eyes downward as he watched himself fuck you.

Your walls fluttered as you let go, a loud moan of his name leaving you as you came around im. You felt Shayne tense, his hands gripping at the mattress beside your head as he came, your name spilling from his lips like music to your ears.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment or two, catching your breaths before Shayne pulled out and lowered your legs, resting them on the mattress.

Shayne grinned at you before leaning down, your sweaty foreheads pressed together.

"We should stretch before we fuck next time, we're too old for that stuff." You chuckled, pressing your lips to his. Shayne pouted softly as he got up, heading into your bathroom.

"Are your legs sore, love?" Shayne laughed as he turned on the shower, warming the water before he headed back in to you.

You laid on your side, checking your phone when he entered.

Shayne grinned, biting his lip before he scooped you up, pressing his lips to every bit of your face.

He almost said it, he wanted to say it so badly.

But he settled for a different time, he'd tell you eventually.

The two of you shared a slow, lazy shower, enjoying the quiet time together before drying off and dressing.

You wandered into your kitchen after him, dressed in a pair of his sweats he'd left and one of his many pizza place shirts.

Shayne wanted this moment engraved into his brain. This was everything he ever wanted and he never would've guessed he'd be here. He was quick to pull you into his arms as soon as you were within reach. The two of you stood at the fridge, Shayne's arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, I am out of pretty much everything, so.. cereal?" You grinned, looking to him with your brows raised.

He finally said it. He couldn't stop himself, the thought nagging him more and more the longer he ignored it.

So when the two of you began playing some video games, Mario Kart was apparently the wrong choice.

The both of you became playfully competitive, shoving, calling names and yelling at each other. After a few rounds of some different games that always ended the same, no matter who won, the two of you decided on another bowl of cereal.

You tilted your head a bit as Shayne told you a story about Spencer's last birthday, bringing up his infamous screaming.

"How loud can you scream? You measured it before, didn't you?" You questioned before taking another bite. You had heard Shayne's screaming quite a few times, but you couldn't tell if you've heard just how loud he can get.

A quick scream catches you off guard, your hand covering your mouth as you almost spew your cereal. Shayne can't help but cackle, surprising himself.

"l'm sorry!" He was quick to defend himself before his laughter. "I really only do that in the studio, and that's where my screaming gets brought up the most, so, yanno, just a habit to.. scream."

Shayne trails off, doubling over in laughter as you shake your head. The two of you get lost in a fit of giggles together before you eventually calm, taking a few breaths.

"I know you said that you only do that in the studio but better hear that in bed next time." You laughed, giving your boyfriend a wink.

"I love you."

He spoke, his laughter never faltering as he gave in, knowing that the timing might not be perfect but that it would be perfect for you two. He was right, this was a weird time, but it felt right.

"I love you too."

Your cheeks were bright pink as your heart fluttered, your lip tucked between your teeth as you admired Shayne. Your heart had never felt so full of love.

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