#THE COLOURS IN WON'S R SOOOOO

[boyfhee]

ENOUGH.

[borisbubbles]

2. BELARUS

Naviband - “Story of my life” 17th place

ALL ABOARD THE NAVI NAUTILUS!!! WITH A HEY HEY HEY AND A YA YA YA YA HO WE SAIL ON A OCEAN OF ADORABLE.

It was so poetic that the first two songs revealed for this mixed bag of a year were also one of the best and worst, respectively. It was more than “being better than Tako” that drew me to Naviband though. After the Pharrellapocalypse of 2013, I’ve become really picky w/r/t “Happyness Anthems” (”clap along if you feel like a room w/o a roof” a of all um what that doesn’t even make sense? b of all, stfu you suck!!!), still I was SWEPT by Xenia’s cutesy, adorable dance routine and the rest is HERSTORY (Q: is there anything about Naviband which isn’t cutesy and adorable? A: no)

Before I delve further into why I think Naviband are awesome, I’d like to point out some statements I’ve heard from... “haters”. Well not EXACTLY haters because I haven’t come across anyone who *dislikes* sitting through “Story of my life” (because lol how *can* you hate these earth angels, like swallowing with your eyes open or being attracted to Milan Stankovic, it’s physically impossible) but because Naviband are firmly positioned on the “Light” side of Ethnic Entry spectrum, they were OF COURSE greeted with the necessary contempt by Value Seekers:

“REALLY, IS “HAPPINESS” THEIR SELLING POINT? THAT’S SO SHALLOW”

“LOL THEY’LL NEED ALL THE RIGGING THEY CAN GET TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALE. HEY HEY HAYAYAYA HO HA HA HA HA”

“YEAH, THEY’RE FINE BUT NOT FINALE FINE :-/”

“THIS IS NOTHING SPECIAL, I’VE HEARD THIS BEFORE”

or as one Belgian newspaper article put it (translated as closely as I could)

“Riding the wave of “Hey Hey Hayaya Ho”, the Belarussians managed to steer their hovercraft into an iceberg of indifference”

Eh?  I sort of get the general line of thought (honestly the above sentence is roughly how I would have written it had I agreed), but I don’t follow it at all. To me, it sounds like people are fabricating excuses to not like it. Debunk time.

1) Joy is not an inferior emotion. Yes, it’s arguably the simplest emotion on the spectrum, but given how *difficult* it is to be *truly* happy, I think shrugging it off as lesser or invaluable is classisist bullshit or the work of jealous bitter people.

2) “Story of my life” isn’t just about “happiness”. Happiness doesn’t just *happen* on its own and unless you’re, like, a living Pixar Character, there has to be a *reason* for feeling that way. Likewise, while Navi relied on their feelgood-vibe to carry them, the underlining story is that of the love between Artiom and Xenia themselves. They love each other so much, that the glow in each other’s eyes brightens their life’s stories. They sing this WHILE LOOKING EACH OTHER IN THE EYE. My heart MELTS like a wax candle at the sight of that. Two beautiful, pristine unicorns of human beings <3

3) “Story of my life” has more depth than it lets on.  The translated lyrics show that “story of my life” has fairly poetic, if simple lyrics. Both the blessing and the curse of poetry is that you can take it at face value or analyze it deeply, depending on how you’re feeling at the moment. In other words, the person who decides how deep or valuable it truly is, is the reader themselves. (hence why “too shallow” reeks of elitism and politics and i never buy it as a reason to dislike this sort of entry). The message itself is straight-forward, but that’s only a good thing imo; makes it easier to establish a connection and melt the language barrier.

4) Emotions are always a hard sell and happiness is the hardest of all. Salvador *was* right in that pure emotion is incredibly important. However it can’t be stated enough that emotions can’t be force-fed down your throats. It has to come from the *heart*, pacemakered or not. Try to fake happiness for instance and you get this:

(GET OVER IT, Jacques, nobody bought it and all your votes were for the lolz only)

try to fake love and you achieve this:

(GET OVER IT, Alex, she will never sleep with you)

Meanwhile, Naviband take us on a magical hovercraft journey through their LYF, singing and dancing and Ha Ya Ya Yo-ing their way through all of its candyfloss-like nooks and crannies. It all feels so real and genuine because it *is* (lest we forget, Xenia & Artiom *are* an irl-couple and this *is* the love story of their *IRL* romance put to music.) Candyfloss is the best way to describe this entry, I think. It’s colourful, sweet and festive, if simple. Naviband never pretended to be anything other than what they are (two upbeat people who love each other) and I find that a charming quality.

5) Simplicity is generally a good thing, especially if you sing in your own language. You have three minutes to convince a live audience you’re the best of 26. if you’re singing in NotEnglish, this can be a challenge, so you’re best left using your strengths and not overtly complicate shit. Naviband succeeded, hence why they didn’t too bad. (I don’t think anyone would argue with this? That we’re going to Lisbon next year and not Turin just proves this as an uncontested fact, tbh.)

In other words, anyone who still doesn’t appreciate Naviband after reading this... our universes are so divergent, they’ll simply never ever align on this plane or the next one. (but thanks for reading anyway ^__^)

Even with all of that, we’re still at the tip of the Iceberg? Both live performances are littered with little, cute moments that I’ve tried to gif and some which I couldn’t, such as this crazed Lithuanian frump from the semifinal who was sooooo into it:

Spirit animal/totem of love/child of the moon/ruler of the sun, etc.

In conclusion, what a fantastic ending to a true underdog arc. Navi had to sit through a really difficult semifinal with no allies, snobistic eurofans who tried to paint them with the Basic Brush and you know, the usual stigma of being from BELARUS, but still scraped through the finale (Ukraine handing them a free 24 points <3) because of their unfiltered goodness,  to finish in a respectable THIRTEENTH place with the audience from slot #03, which is generally one the weaker starting positions. They placed ahead of ARTSVIK and DEMY lmfao <3 They may not have won this ranking, but they have WON hearts!! Hey! Hey! Hayayahoooooo~

Decade rank: 22/324

THE 2017 RANKING SO FAR:

-ADORE- 1. 2. Belarus (22/324) 3. Macedonia (28/324) 4. Norway (29/324) 5. Lithuania (43/324) 6. Hungary (47/324) -LOVE- 7. Moldova (55/324) 8. Italy (61/324) 9. the Netherlands (63/324) 10. United Kingdom (67/324) 11. Finland (68/324) 12. Estonia (71/324) 13. Azerbaijan (84/324) 14. Latvia (87/324) 15. Israel (93/324)

-LIKE- 16. Bulgaria (100/324) 17. Portugal (105/324) 18. Croatia (115/324) 19. Austria (119/324) 20. France (138/324) 21. Poland (154/324) 22. Armenia (158/324) 23. Romania (164/324)

-OKAY- 24. Iceland (174/324) 25. Ukraine (190/324) 26. San Marino (203/324) 27. Albania (217/324) 28. Denmark (228/324) 29. Spain (237/324) 30. Cyprus (240/324) -DISLIKE- 31. Germany (258/324) 32. Montenegro (263/324) 33. Sweden (270/324) 34. Serbia (275/324) 35. Australia (280/324) 36. Switzerland (286/324) 37. Czech Republic (288/324) 38. Malta (291/324) -HATE- 39. Georgia (301/324) 40. Greece (303/324) 41. Slovenia (307/324) 42. Ireland (312/324)

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Tel Aviv 2019: Straight outta Czech Republic to Eurovision with an unexpected geographical sight name

Another year, another Czech attempt at a national final that wasn’t televised also BUT this time we got some excitement announcements out of them - even if they were blatantly boring, kind of.

Keep in mind though that I know that the revamp's out, BUT this whole review is just me reviewing the version we all witnessed back when ESCZ hit. The one and only.

So the NF’s here because we saw Mikolas succeed from it the last time (eventhough it’s just a secret internal selection for just the Mikolas’s song and there’s no no denying hihihi), right? And thanks to that we got pseudo-official-but-not-so-official hotel music videos of each contestant’s songs just in case they decide to... like... change it for something different. Like those lyric videos last year. Eventhough they looked so very lowbudget this year, I still liked them to some degree, and eventually I had to witness this one video (set in presumably mostly the living room) where the lead singer confettis all over himself win this year (well not really the video as much as I only got to first hear that song on ESCRadio hahaha). Well, just the lead singer of it. As the buddies were on the other official video (the one I’ll talk about in my revamps update I guess but has anything changed other than the singer singing one of his talking parts?). As a whole the Czech entrants this year are known as Lake Malawi (it exists) and “Friend of a Friend” is their A-game! Let’s listen!

I liked it ever since my first acknowledgence(??) of it through ESCRadio. It reminded me of those happy-clappy 80s synth sounds (eventhough the 80s songs were mostly about gloom and doom), somehow somewhat mixed in with a bit of that ‘modern’ synthpop sound from the British music scene (Years & Years maybe? Nah that’d be too far-fetched). The lyrics, while cheap enough, at least paint a bit of a picture? I don’t think the person in the song was “making love” to his ‘old’ neighbouress back when she was 13, anyway. She’s, afterall, the “friend of a friend”. Who is a friend of a friend. Who is a friend of a friend. Who is a friend of a friend’s COUSIN~

The thing is that some songs out here are enjoyable besides their lyrical content. Or even without the singer’s background (still looking at those who’re shading Sheppard’s family business - shut up and enjoy “Geronimo” in peace, geez!). I, for example, jammed to RiRi’s “S&M” for my lifetime - yes, even since when it got big, and the pop music was being made to sound trashy, and not like something that sounds too somber and ‘foggy’, and with lyrics from r/im14andthisisdeep, and then later slapped on those a e s t h e t i c moodboards with tulips and liquid (of colour blue/red) splashed onto them to make it loof more effective, and placed in front of a yellow background on a white table. I miss late 2000s-early 2010s pop a whole lot, because at least it had fathomable-to-the-ear hits of the time - cheap, fast food, techno melodies with overproduction and lyrics that actually mean something more intimate and grotesque (with sometimes even hinting to the love surface) - that was the shit. Now it’s just drowsy stuff with blurry melodies and lamentings of lost love and devotion in an equally slurry, pathetic, vocal whine. I’m so tired of it. It’s unsettling. Get it off me. And thankfully, none of that invades this small little bubble of Eurovision’s just as of now (unlike the other pathetic musical cliche of nowadays that’s Soundcloud rap - ‘thanks’ a lot USNK). And I guess I shouldn’t be blessed that Lake Malawi brings this “this bangs but the lyrics are... a choice, but it still bangs so idc” back onto Eurovision? Like, come on, we all have had such kinds of songs like those all of that time. From “I Can’t Go On” (a man being a slut for love???) to countless of national final shlocks made by these usual suspects from rent-a-songwriter corner, ESPECIALLY in the 00s, to some of those actual 00s entries that made it - so stupid to sing along to, yet so infectious you can’t drag your earworm out of your ear canals just now. What does “Friend of a Friend” have for itself? Keyboard melody in the 2nd half of the chorus that is easily stuck in MY head, with a female voice (I assume it’s the song’s protagonist’s subject of speech - the neighbourina herself) reassuring that “[she’s] only [his] friend” - not in a “haha I’m friendzoning you forever >:)” way, but “ehhhh there’s truly nothing between us as he says, we’re just friends, not lovers, don’t give me that look” way. Sure it’s believable, sure. It might as well turn out that these neighbours are indeed doing the same thing as in all those local anecdotes where a family’s mother or father has an affair with a next-door neighbour for shits and giggles to move the joke’s plot forward.

So it is, as a whole, a fun little throwback-ish piece of fine and smooth music, accompanied with the lead singer’s ‘British’ ‘accent’ (aha so this is why I get a lot of British radio vibes from this - not to mention, tropical beach ones too for some reason!), some sort of spoken dialogue, energy and the ability to raise you up from your seat the 45875th time you’re actually giving in to all of this. You know you want to, despite this song possibly not being your cup of tea. But I see you, and I look forward to seeing you bopping to this fully in May, no matter if this isn’t Mikolas you’re dealing with anymore, and no camel spaghetti. Ahw yeah!

Approval factor: Although it’s also slowly wearing off me like it already wore off everyone else back then, I’m still giving it one hell of an approval. Yay!

Follow-up factor: I definitely like it more than “Lie to Me” as well. Somewhat. Honestly. Don’t bash me in secret.

Qualification factor: the naysayers are saying this will flop but imo they’re mostly just upset that Barbora didn’t go (even if they were only still upset back in the say), STILL. Ugh can’t they just leave. I am positive about this song’s chances somewhat, just hoping it gets a really memorable and stand out staging and maybe it will escape this hellhole of its semi. Not very confident, just positive. (Also they rocked the Vidbir stage so hard even the uncomfortable question queen Dramala couldn’t not give in the dance, lolz.)

NATIONAL FINAL BONUS

Honestly, the best possible thing that came out of this NF was the oh-so-unexpectedly-expected winner choice, and it is like this because, yet again, people couldn’t get over Barbora losing at first, to which I’m like “to be quite honest, you were all into it because that’s the closest thing to Lana del Rey you’d ever get in Eurovision because Lana herself is American and America should NOT set their foot into ESC... besides, she wouldn’t probably do it anyways”. ESCZ wasn’t pretty bad of a NF honestly:

• people actually laughed at the fact every single video of this NF is so low-budget that it looked like it was all filmed in the same hotel room! (in reality I’m just jealous at the slick-ass hotels they’ve had on there, feels like someone’s house more than a hotel actually)

• Pam Rabbit, one of Mikolas’s last year’s backings, brought the second-best NF song this year imo (Barbora for me is likeable but not to THAT degree, lol calm yer tits), as it was a lowkey bop and I can’t not appreciate one!

(her officially official MV is here but in the spirit of this NF’s, you’re gonna have to subject yourself to this above in order to witness spectacular budget-MVs that happened for this NF especially, come on. Hardly a cool NF without its own little perks!)

• Fine, I’ll bring up Barbora Mochowa too. I gotta say she DOES sound like Queen Bee Lana, same to say on her earlier works which, among them, has one enchanting and haunting forest-like ballad. “True Colors”, her ESCZ entry, is just a pop ballad, which is not THAT bad, it’s just that... did y’all see any more in that song beyond the Lana vocals? Sure sure the melody is pleasant but... did ya?

(Lord alive, she also has a live video for this song on her channel, which is in fact the ESCZ’s unplugged version video!)

• The ex-ESC entrant jury is back for another year! This time though, the votes of all of the participants in it were all up and public (unlike secrety mcsecret ones from 2018 where I’m not even sure if the Eurojury panel was correct), and most of them were #TeamMalawi or #TeamBarbora... up until AWS (yes AWS are relevant enough for their own panel!), being the “wait do we still have to do Eurovision related things??? it’s sooooo 1 year ago already, let us go goddammit!!” type of participants that they are, totally and utterly half-arsing their own experience in there by 12ing Andrea Holá. The thing is that she’s first alphabetically from the artists so that’s probably the best possible theory why. “GIVE ME A HINT, ANDREA!!!”

• The best part? The NF itself taking place in the second floor of an abandoned warehouse somewhere in Czech Republic (Czechia go to hell), in the middle of the day, with no live performances, just that video above played in full motion and some random people speaking in between. Silly of them to leak my ideal NF design location if I ever were a Lithuanian HoD. And yes, it was streamed on Facebook, the platform that I can barely play livestreams on my 11-year-old laptop on, while suspiciously enough, it worked for FiK 56... which meant that I was barely able to grasp a screenshot but I managed!

Well of course I didn’t get to watch much but after someone said Lake Malawi (or, in their words, Lake Malala <333) won, I almost believed it until I found out that the show’s still going... and only saw the thing on the projection screen later out of nowhere. IDK who’s hugging who and if that audience on the right are all the participants then I may have an idea but for now IDK. Ahh, relevant video media being projected on projection screens (duh) <33 giving San Marino, Albania’s Powerpoint scoreboards and Belgian 2013 radio NF runs for their money.

I might find mistakes and off-the-wall blabbers in this write-up later but for now I’ll carelessly submit this beauty to Tumblr today and wish the best of luck to Lake Malawi in Tel Aviv! May you qualify for the 2nd year in a row for CZ ^^

[gentlemanmendes]

There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back

This is my first smut so hopefully you guys like it...... And my god There’s nothing holdin me back sooooo GOOD!!!

The gold colours fabric of her dress clung to her body so perfectly it made her look priceless. Her hair was left down, natural an messy. Holding an aura of confidence that anyone in the room could sense. She is beautiful, gorgeous, without realizing so. Practically every guy in the room looked at her wanting to make there move but her attention was on only one.

He stood across the club with friends, a sweet face and black leather jacket, that hadn't been what had caught her eye about him. Unlike all the other guys in the club, his eyes weren't glued to her body, they stayed Fixed on her face. . Y/n wondered when the stranger would approach.

It Felt as though she had been standing there for a life time waiting for him to approach her but as she looked down briefly at her phone she realized it had only been fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes too long.

Her friends where more than aware of the fact that she had lost interest in there conversation long ago, although they didn't know the reason. All that y/n could think of was the stranger sitting right across from them.

Why isn't he approaching?

She knew she was doing everything right, she had to be. He hadn't stopped staring, even when she turned away she could feel his intense stare on her.

As she looked over to him once again she made sure to lock eye contact with him.

Nothing.

He stayed in the same position.

After seven seconds, y/n could no longer take the tension of his stare and looked down at her black strapped stilettos briefly before looking back up to meet the strangers gaze.

A small smirk played on his pink plump lips as if to tell her that he had won. He leaned back effortlessly bringing his drinks to his lips but still keeping his eyes on her.

From the corner of her eye she noticed one of his friends try to grab his attention but the stranger hadn't seemed to noticed. Guess I'm not the only one that's distracted.

Having had enough of getting nothing from the stranger y/n decides to take things to the next level. For the first time in the last twenty minutes she turns to her friends, giving the attractive stranger her back to acknowledging them.

"I'm going to dance" she looked over her shoulder as a small smirk formed on her rep coated lips.

Reaching for her drink, she threw her head back and squinted her eyes shut downing the rest of it before making her way to the dance floor making sure she stood in a position that would give the stranger a perfect view of her and the way her body moved.

Her body quickly adjusted to the beat of the music, moving effortlessly as though this was almost a natural instinct for her.

If only she knew the way she looked.

Under the fluorescent lights of the dance floor her dress reflected and shined, the way her body moved making it impossible for her not to attract anyone's attention.

A small group of girls standing mere meters away from her glared at her with envy as they watched her body move effortlessly. Y/n paid them no attention. As she danced she made sure to look up at the stranger watching as his reaction changed.

He now sat leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees, completely drawn in by her. The way her body moved perfectly to the music almost seemed impossible. Although she stood on a crowded dance floor filled with bodies, it seemed as though they where all blurs around her. She is the main focus.

His eyes slowly began to move down her body but then would lock with her eyes again only to wonder down further. His stare, unlike others, didn't make her feel objectified.

He bit down on his lip hard, hoping the pain would bring him back to reality. It seemed impossible that someone could be so perfect.

After four songs she knew that she had him, he was putty in her hands. With an ever so slight sway in her hips she walked off the dance floor to where her friends sat paying her zero attention.

"I'm going now." She said to them as she pulled her coat over her body even though she was flustered from the dancing.

"What?"

"Why?"

"It's still early"

"We just got here"

They all yelled there objections in unison. Y/n smiled at there reaction glad that they didn't want her to bail just yet.

Brushing her hand through her hair she quickly glanced at the stranger catching lust in his eyes before turning back to her friends who seemed oblivious to everything that had happened.

A coy smile found its way onto her lips and she didn't even bother to hold it back.

"I've had my fun" she laughed lightly before hugging each girl briefly. "Have fun ladies" she said before walking out of the club, taking her time.

"Wait" she heard from behind her causing her to grin. She bit down on her lip and squinted her eyes shut trying to contain her excitement. She turned around in one swift move to be met with the stranger who now stood before. She took this chance to admire him fully, in the bright light he looked better. His beautiful features on full display for her to admire.

"You forgot your bag"he held the black clutch in his large hands. Y/n looked at it briefly before turning her attention back to the beautiful strangers face.

"Well how else was I supposed to get you to follow me?" She cocked her head to the side as she allowed a cocky grin to overcome her, not afraid to show that she was proud that her naive plan had worked.

The stranger was at a loss of words as he ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushing a light pink colour. She got the vibe that he didn't do this often.

"Y/n."

"Shawn"

He met her gaze again but this wasn't the same confident guy who had been watching her in the club. This guy was shy and inexperienced but seemed very capable.

Enjoying having the upper hand, y/n allowed her smirk to grown before stepping closer to him to the point where  if either of them moved they would be chest to chest.

"So Shawn, your place or mine" for a moment Shawn looked taken back. His eyes widen and y/n noticed his Adams Apple move as he swallowed hard.

"Mine" his voice came out shaky

They stumbled in the dark of the hotel room, there lips moving roughly against one another, bodies pressed against each other. Shawn's hands fumbled around on the wall before finally finding the light switch and turning it on.

His hands that's had been glued to y/n's waist mere seconds ago where now roaming up and down her body. As y/n stood with her back against the wall anticipation running through her body, dying for more, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of Shawn's shirts before allowing her hands to travel down to the bottom of it.

Her hands slipped under the soft fabric only to be met with his toned abs. A small moan escapes her lips as her hands wonder Shawn's upper body before finally pulling it off of his body.

In there brief moment of separation she allowed her eyes to observe his toned body before Shawn pushed her back against the wall, his hands on her hips as he connected there lips again.

She was pulling him in without even trying and she knew it. Although she was unaware as to why, she knew she had a hold on him .

Finally Shawn's hands made there way up to the zipper of her dress unzipping it slowly. Pausing from allowing her hands to trace Shawn's abs, y/n places her hands on top of Shawn's she guided them to pull down the fabric of her tight dress. When it was past her hips it dropped to her ankles allowing her to kick it off to some unknown spot of the hotel room.

  After too long, Shawn began to get comfortable allowing his hands to wonder around y/n's body. She couldn't help but suddenly feel weak at the touch of his thick fingers against her bare skin  imagining what those fingers could be capable of.

Having had enough of this slow pace y/n took control, pulling her lips away from Shawn's she pressed her hands against his chest leading him towards the bed. She couldn't help but feel confident as she stood before him in nothing but her underwear and stilettos, taking control.

She pushed him down onto the bed loving the way he looked up at her as though he where at her mercy. Although she felt confident in her heels she bent down and took them off before climbing on top of Shawn straddling his lap, attaching her lips to his neck as her hands became tangled in the waves of his dark hair

. A small moan escaped his lips unwillingly, causing y/n to suck harder as she began to grind against him loving the small sound of weakness. Wanting to hear more of it. As she had planned Shawn hummed in response, his crotch begining to harder underneath her. Although her core was dripping, begging to be touched, she ignored it, focusing on teasing Shawn, making him want her more than he already did, if that was possible.

Pushing him so he was lying on his back she hovered over him, kissing and sucking down his chest making sure to leave multiple hickeys as a reminder of her. She toyed with his belt for a brief moment knowing the longer she made him wait the needier he would be. After too much anticipation she yanked his jeans and underwear down together in one swift move freeing his hardened member.

Without a second thought she took his hardened cock in her hand and pumped slowly feeling pleased as she watched him whimper before begging for more.

"Louder!" she demanded enjoying having the upper hand.

There was nothing holding her back tonight.

"Fuck" Shawn moaned her control turning him on more. "Please do more".

With a smirk y/n pumped his member faster before moving her mouth closer to it licking the tip causing him to let out another loud whine. She wrapped her lips around the tip sucking teasingly.

Sick of waiting, all his inner patience gone Shawn's hands made there way into y/n's hair before pushing her head further down his cock so she was gagging on his large member. Sucking hard, she bobbed her head focusing on the praises leaving shawn's lips.

Having had enough she pulled away looking around the room for her clutch. Finding it on the floor near the door she pulls out the piece of foil before hurrying back to the bed where Shawn waited for her.

Standing right between his legs she made sure his eyes where focused on her as she removed her bra in one sleek move followed by her panties throwing them behind her as she crawled on top of Shawn. She hovered over him and removed the wrapper of the condom, throwing that to behind her, before slipping the condom over Shawn's cock.

Not even caring if she looked needy, she lowered her self onto Shawn allowing a sigh to fall from her lips as she felt her walls stretch around him. She began rolling her hips against Shawn's as he sat up allowing his lips to attack y/n's neck, returning the favor of leaving multiple hickeys along her neck, collarbones, and chest. His hands made there way down to y/n's hips where he guided her to go faster which she willingly did. Y/n didn't bother to hide her moans, only focused on how good it felt to have Shawn inside her.

"Fuck" Shawn moaned as y/n's hands made there way into his hair again, tugging on the roots. He was close up didn't want to let go before y/n. His lips moved down to her breast, taking one of them in between his lips and sucking hard on her nipple causing y/n to throw her head back loudly as she moaned out in pleasure. He allowed his other hand to leave her hip and cup her other breast.

"Shit.....Shawn" she moaned her hands falling from his hair to his shoulders her nails digging into the skin without her even realizing it.

"I'm so close" she moaned. Watching her be so vocal and open sent Shawn closer to the edge.

How could a stranger have a hold on him like that?

"Fuck" she screamed out her nails scratching at his skin harder. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a loud moan Shawn let go, his face scrunching up in pure pleasure.

Y/n followed after him not bothering to hold back. Riding out her high before climbing off of Shawn and taking the spot next to him on the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom to remove the condom.