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floatingpetals · 5 years

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Boys in Blue || Pt. 1

Pairings: cop!Stucky x F!Reader

Warnings: language, frustrated reader(she’s a little ridiculous tbh), road rage(kind of)

Word Count: 2300+

Summary: (Cop AU) There was just one crappy thing after enough that happened to her. It possibly couldn’t get any worse, or so she thought until she saw the dreaded flashes of red and blue behind her. Could things get any worse?

A/N: This idea came to me after such a bad day. I can say this didn’t happen to me, but it would have been ironic if it had. It also might not help that I’ve been watching a lot of Live PD and America’s Dumbest Criminal’s compilations. However, the frustration is and was real. This might only be three parts to this in total for this story as well. I haven’t quite decided yet. Let me know what ya’ll think!! Enjoy!! Also, don’t do what the reader did if you do get pulled over. It might not work out like this lol

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

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Today sucked. This had to be the worse day Y/N ever had to date. First, it started off with her waking up late, almost half an hour later than she should have. It created a snowball effect where she had to rush to get dressed, put on a quick face of makeup, make sure her hair didn’t look crazy and be out the door in less than ten minutes to not get stuck in traffic. Fortunately, she made it with five minutes to spare. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to eat breakfast and she left her lunch bag sitting on the counter beside her cup of coffee she had thrown in the travel mug. Of course, she hadn’t realized she left it behind until she was already on the freeway and couldn’t possibly turn back to get it.

Second, it wasn’t until she sat down that she realized she grabbed two different pairs of black shoes, on with a pointed toe and the other a rounded toe with a cute bow on the top. not something she could exactly hide. She stared blankly at the articles of clothing for a good ten minutes before she let out a heavy sigh. That wasn’t enough to really drag her day down yet. However, once she opened her emails from clients, she knew she was in for a hell of a day. Throw in the constant badgering by her boss and her coworkers poking fun at her flustered and mismatched appearance, Y/N was overwhelmed and nearly in tears by the end of the day.

Now after nearly eight hours of the most grueling day to date at her job, Y/N was trying to get home. There was an accident on the highway, so she hoped to avoid traffic by taking side streets. She was just ready to get out of her mismatched shoes, drink a glass of wine and take a relaxing bubble bath. Apparently, the rest of the world didn’t get that memo.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slammed her fist on the steering wheel, screaming out for the tenth time in five minutes. “The speed limits 40! Not 30! Let’s go!”

She had been stuck behind the same jackasses for the past twenty minutes in the middle lane, locked in on both sides by equally frustrate drivers beside her. In all three lanes, there was a trio of cars matching speeds with each other, clearly keeping the traffic back considering there wasn’t a soul in front of them. All while going ten under the posted speed limit. Y/N tried to be patient; she really was. It wasn’t like she was asking them to speed, she really just wanted them to go the damn speed limit. But her nerves were already frayed and if these jerk wads didn’t go, she was seconds from slamming into one of them. Not to mention people kept honking at her for some reason, which only added to her already high level of stress.

“Oh, my sweet fucking lord!” She snarled for the nth time. Finally, the car in the right lane slowed down to turn, giving Y/N a chance to flip on her blinker a few seconds before she switched lanes and went around the 80-year-old woman in her unnecessarily giant Dodge pickup. Putting her foot to the floor, Y/N shot off ahead, finally hitting the speed limit. She switched her blinker back on the to signal her passing back into the middle lane, all while muttering oaths under her breath and keep her speed constant.

She thought she was finally clear; she was right down the street from her left turn to get to her apartment when a black and white Dodge Charger pulled up behind her. She shot a glance down to her speedometer, the little red line one ticks above forty. Surely, he wasn’t going to pull her over for going 42 in 40. Her stomach dropped when she saw the red and blue lights flash on. Of course.

“God damn it!” She cried. Tears started to form in her eyes as she slowly signaled to the right and turned into a parking lot. The cop followed right behind her, stopping two car lengths away. She kept her hands on the steering wheel, willing herself not to burst into tears. This was just icing to the cake.

There was knock on her window, startling her. She took in a deep breath to hope calm herself before she rolled the window down. Any ordinary day she would have swooned over the sight of the man standing beside her car. But today, she wasn’t in the swooning mood.

Standing beside her was a giant officer, his uniform seemingly a size too small stretched over his massive muscles of his arms and chest. The officer's dark hair was shaved close to the sides of his head, the top left longer and slicked back, one stray hair curling on his forehead. His dark glasses hid his eyes, but she couldn’t get over that jawline and cheekbones, strong and unworldly sharp. Alright, maybe she was in the mood for swooning.

“License and registration, ma’am.” His smooth voice sent a shiver down her spine, momentarily short-circuiting her brain. He raised a thick eyebrow, tilting his head to the side when she took too long to answer. “Ma’am?”

Reality crashed around her, and the fury she felt before came rushing back to the surface. The officer instantly noticed her shift, his face hardening as he waited.

“And why exactly am I being pulled over?” She bit, narrowing her gaze at the officer. He didn’t seem slightly deterred, tucking his thumbs into his belt loops.

“Ma’am. License and registration first. Then I’ll tell you why I’ve pulled you over.”

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her purse from beside her seat and plopped in her lap to dig out her wallet. The officer waited patiently with a hint of amusement as she grabbed her registration from the glove compartment with a huff. Just as she went to hand them to him, she jerked it back.

“Look, I don’t know what possible reason why you decided to pull me of all people over for, but you clearly weren’t paying attention to the two people behind me that were going ten under the speed limit causing the backup, which might I add is illegal and more dangerous than someone switching lanes to get around them. As much as I wanted to make a show of going around those jackasses, I didn’t. I had my blinker on for the two seconds I needed before I safely got into my lane, made sure I was in it before I turned it off. Then when I got back over, I did the same exact damn thing.” She couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. The officer seemed almost impressed, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as she continued her tirade.

“I have dash cam footage that can back me up; I did nothing wrong. It also has my speed limit on the video, and I can guarantee you I wasn’t doing anything illegal. None of my lights are out, my license plates are valid, registration is up to date and I have no record. So, I’ll ask you again. What the hell could you possibly be pulling me over for?”

The officer seemed at a loss for words. He shot a look over his shoulder to his partner that appeared behind him, a tall blonde that seemed to be made from the same tree. Where the hell did this precinct get their officers? A modeling agency? He was possibly the next best looking eye candy, that wore a size too small for his build, she’d seen right beside the gorgeous brunette in front of her. The blonde office had pushed his sunglasses up, his bright blue eyes growing wide the longer she went on.

She figured steam was billowing out of her ears at this point. Logically she knew this was the stupidest thing she could have ever done, arguing with a police officer. But this day was out to get her, and she wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Drop dead gorgeous officers be damned.

“Listen, ma’am-.” The officer started again, laughing softly as he rested his palm on the roof of her car. Y/N wasn’t having none of his honeyed voice.

“Don’t give me any of your bullshit. Why did you decide to pull me over?”

He was quiet, looking over to the second officer who had to step away to laugh in private once again. He let out his own snicker, shaking his head as he pushed his glasses up off his nose. Y/N’s heart stopped when she locked eyes with his eyes, the grey-blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Ordinarily, I would sit here and demand for your license and registration again, but I can tell you’re a handful, aren’t you?”

Y/N glared at him not liking his tone. She gritted her teeth, clenching the steering wheel with one hand and balling up her license and registration in her other. It’s illegal to hit a cop, it’s illegal to hit a cop, she chanted silently to herself.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, Barney. I was already in a shit mood, you’re just the lucky one who gets to deal with the brunt of my frustration.”

There was a bark of laughter coming from the blonde officer on the other side of her car, any sort of control slipping away at her quip. Good, at least the blonde had good taste in television shows. The brunette glared at the blonde over the top of the car before returning back to Y/N, a lopsided grin sliding smoothing on his face.

“Alright. We clearly got off on the wrong foot.” Y/N snorted, rolling her eyes. He ignored her and continued. “I’m Officer Barnes, this is my partner Officer Rogers. The reason I pulled you over today isn’t because of you’re driving but because you have a couple bags sticking out of your back passenger door.”

Y/N blinked.

“What?”

He bit his lip and motioned to where Officer Roger was at the other side at the back door. Y/N twisted around to look at the back seat, noticing her reusable grocery bags weren’t sitting on the seat like they should have been. She vaguely remembers opening the door earlier that morning to grab her lunch bag if had been there, and apparently, she missed grabbing them and putting them back before shutting the door on the handles.

Office Rogers tapped the window, pointing at the lock. When Y/N could only stare, her face growing hot from embarrassment, Officer Barnes reached in and hit her unlock button. Officer Rogers opened the back door and gently placed the surprisingly still intact bags on the floor before shutting the door, grinning widely at Y/N as he did.

Y/N slowly faced front, shame and embarrassment washing over her. It took her a second to recover, she mindlessly passed the paper and license through the window to Officer Barnes, who only glanced at her name before returning his attention back on her. Y/N let out a long groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh my god. That’s why people were honking at me.” She whined. it all clicked. Now it was Officer Barnes turn to lose control of his laughter. If she wasn’t so mortified, she’d have melted at the sound of his amusement. “It’s not funny! I just chewed you out for fucking grocery bags! Oh my god! I’m such an idiot!”

“Not an idiot, just a little tightly wound.” Officer Rogers chuckled, now back beside his partner on the driver side. He had a dazzling smile spread on his face, his head tilted to the side as he observed Y/N having yet again another meltdown.

The tears won out, Y/N realizing that she really was a moron and should have just shut up. instead, she put her giant foot in her mouth. The two men’s behavior shifted right along with her, neither liking the tears that fell down her cheeks.

“Hey, okay.” Office Barnes began uncertainly, looking at Office Rogers with wide eyes. He could handle giant drunken men with guns and knives, hell he could handle screaming, hysterical angry women. But a genuinely overwhelmed not mention pretty woman balling her eyes out was a whole different story. “It’s okay. We’re not gonna give you a ticket. It’s just procedure to ask for a license and all that. You’re okay. I should have just said it was ‘cause of the bags first.”

“Try not to take it too hard. My partner doesn’t have the best of tact.” Officer Rogers tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Y/N didn’t hear him. Risking a move he knew he probably shouldn’t, he reached in the car an placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Take a deep breath and once you’ve calmed down, you’re free to go.”

Y/N sniffed loudly, wiping her runny mascara and tears with the palm of her hands. Great, she thought bitterly, I already made them think I was crazy and now I look the part too. Nodding through her tears, she took in a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m still an idiot.”

“No,” Officer Barnes repeated firmly. “You’re not. You’d have been an idiot if you smacked me like you wanted to though.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh, a smile growing on her face. The two men grinned, their shoulders relaxing at the sight of her wobbly grin.

“I wouldn’t say I wasn’t impressed with how eloquently you put your argument early, but maybe next time let the office say his reasoning before you start an argument.” Office Barnes said gently, passing the papers back into the car. She frowned, wondering when she gave him the papers but took them quietly.

Officer Rogers clapped a hand on his partner’s shoulder, nodding to Y/N.

“If you can, take a bubble bath tonight. Have a good night, Y/N.” He winked, flashing her another one of his dazzling smiles before he turned to head back to his car. Y/N face burned, his wink doing things to her insides. Officer Barnes stepped back in her line of sight, grinning widely.

“Drive safely. And double check your doors next time before you get in your car.” He chuckled, his crooked grin and insufferable cheekbones causing the butterflies to explode again. She nodded numbly, melting into the seat as the officer turned and headed back to his cruiser. She couldn’t help but stare at his backside as he moved. Sweet lord, he must live at the gym when he’s not at work.

Shaking her head, she put her stuff back in its place before putting the car in drive. As she drove away, she eyed the two Chargers that contained the most attractive set of officers she’d ever seen. And damn it all if she didn’t kick herself for not asking for their numbers, stupidity be damned.

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katalicz · 5 years

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(You can also find this on AO3 here!)

“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You know what?” Bandit starts, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Blitz chug down another glass of beer in 5 seconds flat, caught somewhere between disgust and amusement. The crowd around them cheer as he slams the glass down, and Fuze grumbles something under his breath in defeat before tossing a £5 note in Blitz’s direction.

Blitz pretends to bow victoriously, much to the joy of the crowd, and Bandit watches as Valkyrie pushes her way forwards to take the seat opposite them.

Just as she sits down, Thermite hollers for karaoke and successfully diverts most of the crowd over to the other side of the room where the machine patiently awaits. Valkyrie looks torn for a brief second – she normally performs at least one song, picked out by Blackbeard and almost always something dirty – before Blitz waves at her and says, “I’ll still be here later, go and sing!”

She grins at him, holds her hand out for a fist bump, and leaves just as quickly as she’d arrived, leaving Blitz leaning into Bandit’s side and grinning merrily. His cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and his eyes are dancing, and Bandit would lean over to kiss him if they weren’t sat in the middle of a crowded pub. Whilst the base knows that the pair of them are officially a thing (and have been for months), it's apparently still new enough that every little gesture makes them coo - or, in the case of Smoke, toss a handful of condoms at them at every given opportunity. It’s a bit like being back in high school, really - especially since four of the younger operators are now doing a staggeringly accurate rendition of Britney Spear's Toxic.

“What do I know?” Blitz grins, interrupting Bandit’s train of thought and gently kicking him in the calf. He's got a tiny bit of foam stuck to the top of his lip, which is endearing and gross and makes him look ridiculous. Bandit takes pity on him and wipes it away with a fond roll of his eyes.

“This is, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done,” he says mildly, because it truly is. Fuze had been the last in a line of four to be defeated by Blitz’s lack of a gag reflex and subsequent ability to drink down anything far quicker than a normal human should probably be able to. It’s both impressive and gross, and he’s a little more than relieved that it only happens on a rare occasion, like before a rare day off, because it usually ends up with Blitz being drunk and needing to be carried home, which isn't exactly the easiest job in the world.

Blitz throws his head back and laughs, audible even over Rook’s singing. “I've made 20 euros, this is the best idea!” he replies, voice almost a shout and drawing a few looks back their way.

“You definitely haven't,” Bandit tells him, plucking the money from Blitz’s hands and putting it in his wallet with the rest of Blitz’s winnings. “And I'm pretty sure you've had enough, now, if you've seriously forgotten the currency.”

“I was joking!” Blitz quickly says, in a way that makes Bandit believe that he was not joking at all. “And it's not that late!”

He points towards the clock on the wall, which currently reads 21:43, and means that he’s been in the pub for going on three hours. Bandit had arrived an hour later – there had been an unfortunate situation involving a forklift, an ammo crate, and a fire axe back on base – so he’s not exactly sure when Blitz started, but he’s fairly sure that Blitz has had plenty all the same.

Blitz pouts sadly, which is ridiculously effective, because Bandit has never been able to deny Blitz anything at the best of times, let alone when he looks so sad. It’s something he only ever does when he’s in the stage between ‘drunk’ and ‘sloshed’, at least, which is a small bit of comfort when Bandit gives in.

He sighs, cursing his soft heart, and gives Blitz a fiver back - which should be able to buy him a single beer and not much more. He receives a quick, “I love you, you're the best!” and a firm kiss on the cheek in kind before Blitz is gone in a flurry of surprisingly coordinated movement, presumably in search of Valkyrie, who’s perched on the arm of a chair and looking rather out of breath. Someone whistles from across the room: he's almost 100% sure it was IQ, so he doesn’t bother responding, and instead turns his attention to the tiny stage where a frazzled looking Thatcher is now arguing with the karaoke machine.

Montagne comes to keep him company for a while – mostly to moan about their dumb, idiot teammates and their seemingly endless trend of getting into trouble, which means he’s had at least two glasses of brandy. Bandit lets him waffle on, half listening to the older man’s rambling thoughts and half keeping an eye on Blitz, who is at the bar with Smoke and Mute and likely to end up in trouble at some point in the near future if he’s not careful.

He makes his return four songs later, which is rather a bit earlier than Bandit was expecting. His £5 has become £35, which is unsurprising, and his legs are working just well enough to get him to their table without falling over.

He staggers to a halt, face flushed and wobbling on his feet, and Bandit just barely manages to sling an arm out around his waist to catch him before he tumbles into the wall.

“I'm back!” he shouts, voice slurred and happy, and Bandit is almost annoyed by how ridiculously fond he is of the idiot.

Montagne jumps up with surprising coordination to help steer Blitz into a seat, which is a relief, because Bandit’s arm isn't strong enough to hold up the entirety of Blitz’s weight by far, despite Blitz’s best efforts to make him do so.

“You're back,” Bandit replies dryly, accepting the wet kiss Blitz plants on his forehead.

“I'll leave you to it,” Montagne says with an exaggerated wink, and laughs as Bandit flips him off.

Blitz smiles warmly at him until the music starts back up, the speakers blaring the bass with far too much force. It’s enough to make Bandit wince, so he can only imagine how loud it is to Blitz, who drops his head to rest against the sticky surface of the table.

“Can we go?” Blitz asks, hands pressing against his temples. “It’s a bit loud, my brain hurts.”

“You’re an idiot,” Bandit tells him, gently patting him on the head and earning a whine for his trouble. “Have you had any water?”

Blitz groans, which Bandit takes as a no, so he pushes his half full glass of lemonade across the table to him, because any drink is better than no drink, and texts IQ to say that they’re leaving.

She sends him a myriad of emojis in return in place of anything remotely useful, so he texts Ash instead. He gets a thumbs up from her, which is better than nothing, so he gently prods Blitz until he sits up and drinks the lemonade.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he says, waving at IQ across the room before standing up and nudging at Blitz’s shoulders in an attempt to make him move.

“My face hurts,” Blitz replies, ever so eloquently, and lets Bandit heave him upright.

“I told you that you’d had enough,” Bandit huffs, wrapping an arm firmly around his waist and beginning the slow walk towards the door. It’s a bit of a task, really – the tables are close together and still mostly occupied, and Blitz is made almost entirely of solid, compact muscle, which makes him far heavier than he looks. It’s one of Bandit’s favourite things about him apart from at times like this, when it’s far more of a hinderance than a help. “For someone so smart, you’re incredibly stupid, sometimes.”

Blitz blushes and flops his head to rest on Bandit’s shoulder. He mumbles something that Bandit doesn’t quite hear – probably a denial, because Blitz is terrible at taking any sort of compliment – before gently squeezing on Bandit’s wrist.

“’Love you,” he says, voice slurred but undeniably affectionate, and it makes Bandit’s heart jump in his chest in the exact same way it did six months ago, when Blitz had first blurted it out.

“Yeah, I know,” he replies, gently pressing his mouth to Blitz’s temple. He smells like beer and sweat and it’s not particularly pleasant at all, but it’s Blitz, so he can’t bring himself to care. “I love you too.”

This was a bit of a silly one instead of anything too serious, I hope u like it anon ily <3

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babyshawwn · 7 years

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Better Together (Smut) Part One

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Again a two part, because it became rather long.

Better Together (Smut) Part One

“Cheers to you being home… for a while at least” I yelled, trying to out speak the noise in the bar. Shawn clucked at me, before raising his glass clinging it into mine.

“And our new apartment together” he hurried to say.

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

“Best friend for ever, bitch” Shawn smiled at me.

It almost made me drop my jaw, I barely ever heard Shawn swear, but he usually turned into a swearing monster, whenever we’d had something to drink. Shawn and I both poured down the shot of vodka, feeling it burning all the way down my throat, leaving it sore.

“I’ll give you guys a month, that’s it” Our friend, Brian cut in.

“A month?” Shawn asked him, confused.

“Before you’ve killed each other” Brian mocked us.

He grabbed around Shawn’s neck, messing up his hair with his fingers. When Brian let go of Shawn, we looked at each other seriously for a moment, but then we both started laughing.

“Hey, hey! We won’t, he’s like my best mate” I assured Brian, rolling eyes at him. He always had to be so over dramatic about everything.

“Look y/n, I love you but… I honestly couldn’t live with you” Brian said, sticking his tongue out at me.

“Well, good thing I won her then” Shawn teased back, slapping Brian’s face playfully. Shawn’s words made me smirk at Brian. HA! See, he likes me.

On the other hand, I got where Brian was coming from; Sometimes you just get enough of the people around you, but it was different with Shawn. It had always been different with Shawn.

Sure, he was gone for long periods of time and sure, he wouldn’t be home as much as I’d like, but I never really got tired of his company. Shawn and I, we were in sink. Besides, we’d been friends since we were kids, if he was the type of person I’d get tired off, I would have been that by now.

Honestly, I was super excited to finally move out of home, but also really glad that I would be sharing a place with Shawn. I still don’t really like being all by myself all the time. Yeah, it’s lame, but whatever.

I think we sued each other well, Shawn and I. We liked joking around with each other, we always have. Also Shawn wasn’t going to be there all the time – having a world tour to look after and all that - so we wouldn’t be smashed together every second of the day anyways.

“I can always kick her out” Shawn joked, pulling me back to our conversation.

My eyes immediately shoot at him, before I rolled them annoyed at him. He seemed to find that very amusing. I stuck my tongue out at him, but he simply just shook his head at me, before padding me on the top of my head. Annoying bastard.

“See, this is exactly what I meant” Brian laughed, but we ended laughing along with him.

“Though love” Shawn winked.

I knew Shawn was joking, I knew Brian was too. I slammed my hand in the table, getting both of their attention.

“Shawn, your round” I smiled sweetly, handing him my empty glass.

“No way, your turn!” he gave back. I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him. I wasn’t giving in this time.

“Fine, let’s do a drink of then” he dared me, raising his right eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m so in!”

“Alright, first one to get down five shots, buys drinks for the rest of the night. Deal?” I nodded at him, shaking the hand he’d reached out for me.

“Game on” I provoked, trying to keep a serious face.

Brian jumped up from the chair, walking to the bar. He came back only seconds after with a black trade, carrying ten shot glasses. We lined them up, giving each other playful glances once in a while, because neither one of us could keep a straight face.

“3, 2,1 DRINK FUCKERS!” Brian almost yelled at us.

Quickly, I grabbed the first little glass and poured it down my throat. I didn’t even taste the strong liquid, I’d already grabbed the next one that followed just as quick down my throat. Before the intense alcohol could hit me, I’d thrown down all five shots. I battered the last glass down before Shawn, which meant I’d won.

“Suck it!” I yelled in his face, which seemed to make him rather grumpy.

Shawn was such a bad loser, always had been and I doubt it was ever going to change. I watched as Shawn’s cheeks redden, which probably meant the alcohol had just hit him, just like it had done with me a couple of seconds ago. This would – for sure – give us a little headache tomorrow, but who cares?

“Yeah yeah. I got next round” he rolled his eyes at me.

I smiled widely at him, knowing I was pissing him off right now. Oh, how I loved this friendship. Shawn let his fingers run over my mouth, actually trying to wipe away my smirk, but I think it’d be stuck on my lips the rest of the night.

***

“Move your feet please, Shawn” I laughed, as we stumbled into our newly bought apartment.

There were still boxes everywhere, actually, we’d barely unpacked anything yet. This place was still a legit mess. The only thing actually wrapped out, was a madras in the middle of the living room with two pillows and sheets on it. That was as far as we’d gotten.

I wasn’t sure how late it was now, but Shawn and me were both way too drunk to properly walk on our feet, though Shawn’s condition, was a lot worse than mine. I was doing my very best to keep Shawn on his feet, but honestly he was a freaking mess.

I dropped him down at the madras, trying to take of his shoes. I sat down on the floor, taking of these awful heels. My feet were completely numb from pain. What we girls don’t do to look nice.

“Shawn, take of your clothes” I commanded, but he just made some kind of drunken noise as response.

Shawn had a habit of sweating or at least getting incredibly warm at night, so if I didn’t take of his shirt and pants, that mixed with loads of alcohol, would turn in to the freaking Sahara and I did have to lay next to him.

I sighted heavily, rolling my eyes, I grabbed around the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I then undid the belt on his pants and pulled them down. He wasn’t exactly cooperating with me. I opened the zipper in my dress, letting it slide down my body, before stepping out of it. I went through a box with clothes, before finally finding a white t-shirt to pull over my head. Shawn had somehow rolled down the madras and onto the floor.

“For fuck sake” I whined, before clutching around his arm.

“Come on” I said, pulling him onto the madras again.

It almost left me out of breath afterwards. Gosh, he was heavy. The amount of time he spends at the gym, was without a doubt paying off. I was about to let go of him, but he softly wrapped his fingers around my wrist. He muttered something that didn’t make any sense, he then pulled me down to him.

“I’m so drunk” he laughed.

“Me too” I mumbled back.

“And horny, why do you always get horny when you’re drinking?” Shawn wondered.

If he was talking to me, I couldn’t really tell, but I answered anyway.

“It’s the alcohol playing with your mind” I whispered.

Wait, why did I whisper? Shawn started tickling me out of nowhere and I twisted by his touch. He knew how much I hated this.

“Stop Shawn, I want to sleep” I said, irritated.

“Well, I don’t” he smirked, almost childish back.

What the hell? Shawn pushed me down in the madras, placing himself on top of me. His eyes stared down at me, though he was too drunk to really focus, but then again, so was I. Feeling Shawn’s weight pressing against my body, gave me a weird fussy feeling I’d never really felt before.

It felt like the room was spinning around me, but I –surprisingly – didn’t feel sick… yet. Suddenly, Shawn crashed his lips into mine. He took my breath away with his move. His lips were soft, like I’d always imagined they would be. They were burning and traces of alcohol was to taste as his tongue entered my mouth.

No, what is going here? We’re friends… just friends. Right? This couldn’t be happening. My thinking made me dizzy, so I was somehow able to turn them off, or maybe I just didn’t want to do, what they told me too.

Shortly after, I found myself giving in to the kiss, warningly meeting Shawn’s tongue inside my mouth, agreeing to play. I would so regret this, but I wouldn’t regret it before tomorrow. Right now, I wanted this, I wanted Shawn to fuck my brains out.

In a quite smooth move, telling me Shawn had done this before, he’d pull the t-shirt over my head, letting his hand run down my bare chest. I bet he could feel my heart race, because I surely did.

I guess I – in the back of my mind – knew this was a very bad idea, but somehow, I wasn’t able to stop what was going on. Isn’t it always the dumbest thing in the world to do? You don’t sleep with your friends, it screws up friendship, so why couldn’t I stop? Why couldn’t I control my hands?

Maybe because I was heavily intoxicated, but that shouldn’t be an excuse. It was the alcohol taking the lead and I just gave in.

Shawn’s hands started rubbing my breast, as he pressed himself further down against me. I could feel his boner pressing on my lower stomach. It made my stomach tingle, feeling how hard he was, because right now, he was hard for me.

I let my fingers grip around Shawn’s hair, throwing my head back in the biggest pleasure, as his tongue started carefully playing with my stiff nipples. While his mouth was doing things to my body, Shawn’s left hand slid down to my legs.

Without even having to look, he took of my panties, letting to fingers slip inside me. It made me gasp loudly, so I bit Shawn’s shoulder, to keep the noise from slipping out of my lips. Shawn’s fingers played around inside me, twisting and whirling, making it impossible for me to lie still.

His thumb was rubbing my clit and at one point, he hit the just right spot, I grabbed so hard around his hair and pulled harshly in exposed pleasure. I heard Shawn laugh at my reaction.

“Stop fucking teasing me” I mumbled desperately.

“Is that what I’m doing?” he whispered against my skin.

“You know exactly what you’re doing” I rasped, aching for his touch.

“Do I?” he teased me, raising his head to catch my stare. I stretched my neck, meeting Shawn’s craving lips.

“Just fuck me already” I squealed in between kisses on his warm lips. Shawn’s fingers working wonders inside me were drying me crazy, pushing me to my limit.

“Please, Shawn” I begged him.

He was enjoying this so much, the wide smirk on his face gave him away. He was punishing me for winning earlier tonight, I had no doubt about it.

I bit my lip hard, as I felt Shawn’s lips on my steamy neck. His tongue twirled around, hitting all the right spots, doing all the right things.

“Fuck sake Shawn” I screamed loudly.

I needed to feel him inside me, this was driving me nots. Shawn smiled smug, letting his tongue lick my craving lips. He pulled his fingers out of me, before putting them into my mouth, letting me taste myself.

I sucked hard on his fingers, as I watched him bite his lips to hold back a quit moan. I can play that game too, Shawn. His fingers slipped out of my mouth and left a wet trail all the way down my chest, to my stomach, to my thighs.

Shawn gently spread them, planting wet, teasingly kisses on each side. I swayed my back in pleasure from his damp kisses one me, letting my fingers get lost in his hair once again. Determinately, I pulled his face up to me.

“Fuck me” I gasped, this time he nodded in response.

As I watch his face, I noticed how his mouth were gaping wide open and his eyes were tightly pressed together. His muscles were tense and his lips whimpering.

Okay, this wasn’t just driving me crazy. It affected him too.

Shawn grabbed around my hips, pushing me further down the madras, as he pushed himself into me. Shawn was thick, thicker than I’d expected, not that I’d ever thought about his… before, but it still surprised me.

A moan escaped Shawn trembling lips, when he started moving inside me. I bored my nails into his skin on the back, aware that I would be leaving marks on him, he would be able to see tomorrow. As Shawn fastened up the speed, he was filling me out perfectly. I struggled to catch my breath properly, but from the sounds that slipped out Shawn’s lips, he was dealing with the same issue.

“Fuck!” he rasped, as he moved in and out of me.

His skin was starting to burn from the heat, which just made him even sexier, than he already was. I let my tongue kiss places on his body, heaving the whimpers and low moans he made, when I hit a sensitive spot on him. I could tell, he was reaching his point soon, just like I was myself.

“Faster, Shawn” I begged him, as he picked up the race.

Hungrily, I moved to meet his shudder. Grabbing on both side of my hips, Shawn pushed them with him, whenever he moved, once again, making me scream loudly.

Shawn’s body was trembling in pleasure as a flamboyant moan sounded from his lips, we both met in a moment of bliss and exploded together.

Shawn dropped down on his back next to me, trying to catch his breath. His hair was steamy and his cheeks were redder, than I’ve ever seen them.

“Holy fuck, y/n. That was fucking lit” he mumbled.

I giggled at his choice of word. I was about to say something, but my body felt heavy and soon I’d dozed off already.

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