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yoongailrecs · 4 years ago

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Min Yoongi Fic Recs Masterlist

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@bangtan-dreamland

One Shots

Rain - angst, a little fluff

“Yoongi spends too much time at the studio, leaving you to wake alone in your house all too often. But it’s okay. After all, it’s all too easy to notice the hints lying around- and the ring sitting hidden in the drawer the biggest clue of all.”

@chillingtae

One Shots

Baby Maker - fluff, smut

“Your husband is mildly surprised at your request when he arrives home from work, but it doesn’t take you long to convince him that a baby is just what you both need.”

@cinnaminsvga

One Shots

A Boy Like You - fluff

“for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}”

Churro Chumps - fluff, humor/crack

“Hey Y/N. If I’m 130 pounds and I eat 1.3 pounds of churros, does that make me 1% churro?” -Min Yoongi, 2017

{or alternatively: two idiots with their two functioning brain cells try to make a Christmas miracle}”

Neighborly Etiquette - fluff, slight angst

“Based on this prompt [x]. You and your boyfriend live across from Yoongi’s apartment, much to his chagrin. Your laughter and dancing and bed creaking were seriously annoying him, until it stops. Then, Yoongi finds himself knocking on your door. And no, he’s definitely not there to comfort you. No way.”

@dinoyoongi

One Shots

Home for Christmas - fluff, angst

“Accompanying Yoongi to Big Hit’s fancy holiday party, you take advantage of the open bar and spiked cider to help rid you of your homesickness. Who would have thought that your tolerance for bourbon was so low?”

@dovechim

One Shots

Tsundere - angst, smut

“according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived.”

Series

The Singularity Theory 01 | 02 | 03 - angst, fluff, smut

“in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong.

but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?”

@floralseokjin

One Shots

;first and last and always - angst, fluff

“You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue… You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay…”

drabbles

Hold Me Tight - angst

“the end of a relationship comes slowly but suddenly”

@gossamie

One Shots

the things i said when i loved you. - fluff, angst, and a li’l humor

“listen to the past two years of your relationship with yoongi, as told in a series of voicemails.”

twelve minutes in tokyo. - angst, slight fluff

“Yoongi wakes up only to relive the same twelve minutes that ended in tragedy over again. He is quick to realize that this is the universe’s cruel way— or divine intervention— of deciding the fate of his relationship.”

@ggukieslovin

Drabble Requests

01 - fluff

“Hii! I'll fill your box 😂😂 So... making out with Yoongi and you're doing crazy with his marvelous tongue and he can't keep his hands off your bubble bum. Have fun ❤.”

@hiimbo

One Shots

siren - smut

“you’re willing to do anything to get out of having your license revoked after officer min catches you speeding for the third time this month.”

@hobidreams

Series

The Early Shift 01 | 02 | 03 - smut, angst, fluff

“your coworker yoongi is always infuriatingly late. except the one time he’s much too early.”

drabbles

@httpjeon

One Shots

Show - smut

“yoongi decides to show the boys how he makes his girl cum with his mouth alone”

the cockpile: love birds - smut, fluff

“being an adventurous couple has led you down a strange path of amateur pornography with your boyfriend Min Yoongi. you’re dubbed the Love Birds.”

@inkofyoongi

One Shots

Blow - smut, fluff

“Yoongi loves you, even if he’s never said it… but gestures sometimes speak louder than words.”

@itsamejin

Series

Goodbye 01 - angst

“Yoongi watched silently as you exited the car and out of his life, but he can’t help but feel a sense of panic at the thought of you leaving him for good.”

Leave Me 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 - angst

“He’s cheating and you’re aware. You just don’t know what to do about it.”

@jamaisjoons

One Shots

tongue tech - smut

“Yoongi turns you on with that tongue technology”

@jiminssizzles

One Shots

autumn leaves - angst, fluff

“the one where you and Yoongi are lighting fall-scented candles.”

first things first. - fluff, slight angst and crack

“Both Yoongi and Namjoon deserve you, but you can only pick one. What do you do when your bestfriend, Taehyung, put the matter in his own hands, leaving you with no choice but to just trust fate?”

if the world was ending - fluff, slight angst and crack

“The soulmate system works on your side of the world, only it activates after you turn 20 years old.”

Series

Track 2: Afterglow - angst, fluff, smut and a little crack

Part of the Taylor Swift Mixtape Series

“Gail just went to the BTS fanmeet with her bestfriend, Eunice, to see Namjoon. She did not expect that her boyfriend from Omegle will see her there – and that Omegle boyfriend is Min Yoongi.”

Sparks Fly - fluff, slight angst

“It’s Gail’s birthday in a few hours… What do you do, Yoongi?“

@jimlingss

One Shots

Primae Noctis - smut

“Marrying Jungkook is your greatest fortune, but before you can leave the land forever, you owe one last favour towards Lord Min. As the lord of the land, he has the right to deflower you and you will happily allow him to do so.”

Series

She’s Testosterone 01 | 02 | 03.1 | 03.2 - fluff, crack, smut

“Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?”

The Truth Between Us 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 - fluff, angst, drama

co-written by @gukyi

“a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.”

@joonary

One Shots

the way to your heart - fluff, humor

“when your office christmas party’s secret santa gives you absolutely no context on what kind of gift he wants, you have no choice but to get to know him better.”

@joonbird

Series

Wildest Moments 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 - fluff, angst, smut

“Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.”

@katobobato

One Shots

Teach Me - fluff

“In which you use learning a language as an excuse to tell Yoongi how much you love him.”

@knamjooned

One Shots

Time Skip - fluff, angst, thriller

“34D 14H 46M 57S. 55S. 40S. The soulclock seemed to be skipping numbers, counting down much faster than the other’s soulclocks were. As it began to skip minutes, Yoongi realized he needed to find you before time ran out.”

@minnpd

One Shots

Dancing With The Devil - smut

“At first, Yoongi was just another handsome face with a charming mouth, stroking your ego while you laughed at his terrible jokes and topped off his drink twice as much as you charged him for. It was fun to flirt with the customers, an exhilarating game of cat and mouse that never went beyond the doors of the club. Until Yoongi.”

@out-of-jams

One Shots

A Toast - smut, fluff

“Who cared that you had a whole wedding reception waiting for your arrival? Besides, did they really expect any less when your groom had shown up to the altar with newly dyed black hair and an undercut?”

Series

Cheers If You Agree 01 | 02 | 03 - fluff

“If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t know who you were or even how to get into contact with you, Yoongi wouldn’t be posting all over Weverse for anyone to see. Not that he thought anyone would be smart enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together with how many people responded to his posts anyway.

Except you. He hoped you could.”

@personasintro

One Shots

Next Door - smut, fluff

“Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.”

Stay High - smut, fluff, angst

“You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out of your mind when he comes back into your life.”

@ppersonna

One Shots

make me - smut, fluff

“an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you.”

the landlord - smut, fluff

“your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.”

@scriptaed

One Shots

behind closed doors - angst

“after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.”

it isn’t love. - heavy angst, fluff

“it all happened too fast. first, he held you in his arms in the couch of your living room, and next, he had packed all of his belongings and left you to an abandoned apartment without warning. now, he’s known as suga of bts and the only way you can cross paths with the renowned star once again is to win a date with his bandmate, kim namjoon.”

tell me that you love me. - angst

“sometimes letting go is the hardest thing to do - a cruel lesson that comes crashing on the both of you when the unexpected occurs: a mutual fall out of love.”

@searchingtae

One Shots

Morning Star - angst

“When Yoongi fell from heaven, he never once regretted the reasons leading up to his fall. What he does regret was bringing you into this.”

@softlyjiminie

One Shots

nine months from now - smut, angst, fluff

“this was not supposed to happen. this was never in the plan. a sudden, unexpected turn of events leads you into a world of baby bottles and baby grows, it just so happens that the cause of this mess is your boss…min yoongi.”

@sugalarity

Drabble Requests

01 - angst, fluff

“i'm not sure if you do requests, but can you please do a yoongi drabble that is a soulmate!au? something with shooky shooky keeps on playing in yn's head on repeat and yoongi is kinda annoyed because he hears it too. but for a twist, make it angst. 😂”

@thestorytellerofkpop

One Shots

In My Head - angst

“Yoongi is slowly distancing himself away from you, and you can’t help but fall victim to the insecurities in your mind as you can’t help but ask: why?”

@yeontanismypresident

Series

I’m Done 01 | 02 | 03 - fluff, angst,

no summary

@yoonia

One Shots

Undo - angst, smut

“You were his soulmate, that part he knew well. Until one day he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t, when all he could see from you was light and all he felt within himself was darkness. Your love has gone cold as he retreated from you, burying himself deep in the dark. But what happened when Yoongi had to watch you start over with somebody else, when Yoongi let his selfishness gain control on him of you.”

drabbles

Series/Drabble Request

Reflections 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 - angst

“Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon”

@yoongi-sugaglider

Series

Forget Me Not 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 - angst, fluff

“Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon”

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Change of Pace - 14 (Summer 2019)

cowritten by @achinglyshawn

summary: Shawn and Maya meet again 10 years after life got in the way of love

warnings: language, NSFW

wc: 10.3k

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Maya toes her strappy shoes off the moment they’re buckled into the helicopter. Shawn grins at her. She’s hooked in next to him, but they’ve got enough leeway with their seatbelts that he can maneuver her so she’s turned towards him, legs draped across his lap.

Maya kicks one of her Louboutins away with a sneer. She loves them, but she conveniently forgets how much they hurt every time she wears them. But they’re worth it.

“So, you think I could borrow this thing in a couple of weeks? I haven’t been to Monte-Carlo in forever.”

She mimes lifting her knee to drive it into his chest with a snicker. She drops it back in his lap and snuggles into his side. She lifts a hand from her lap and smoothes it down his chest, admiring the way his heat bleeds through the expensive fabric.

“You geek. You’re not going to Monte-Carlo without me anyway,” she jabs back.

“Have you been to Monte-Carlo? I think my French is too Canadian for me to go there,” he babbles as his hands wander up and down her calves. He presses his palms to her ankles before slipping down to her feet, fingers teasing the soles delicately.

Shawn’s fingers tickle. She squirms, kicking at his hands a little, a giggle rising in her throat until he moves his hands back up toward her ankles.

“Never been. One of my coworkers spends Christmas there every year. He has a pied a terre there. We’ll go sometime,” she offers with half a smile. She’s relaxed and sleepy enough to delude herself into the delusion of being with him past September.

Maya sounds half-asleep. He likes it. He likes how cuddly she gets when she fades after dinner, likes that she seems to need to be constantly touching him. Shawn brushes another kiss to the top of her head, just because he can.

“Glad you know so many rich people whose places we can crash.”

“God, you’re so warm,” she nearly moans, closing her eyes and nuzzling her face against his chest, “I don’t know how you stand being so warm all the time but it’s very convenient for me.”

Shawn smiles as he looks down at her. “I’ve always been the furnace in my family. S’pretty convenient when some woman steals my jacket.”

Maya ignores him with a sniff and snuggles into said jacket deeper, playing with the buttons on the sleeves when Shawn grabs her a little tighter. She grins.

They jolt in their seats for a moment as the helicopter lifts off. Shawn’s fingers dig into her skin slightly as he waits for the craft to steady.

“Shit,” he breathes, laughing at himself a little. “You ever get used to that?”

“You do,” she assures, bringing her light fingers up his chest to hang on his collarbone, “I’m happy to distract you though.”

She has a warm, slightly mischievous look on her face, glances between his eyes and his lips.

Shawn is no longer concerned with the rocking tilt of the helicopter. Maya straightens up slightly, pressing herself further into him as she trails her fingers along his torso. He wets his lips, takes a breath.

“I could use a distraction, sugar,” he murmurs, his gaze falling to her plush mouth.

Maya shivers. “Sugar” is an odd pet name, it’s not one she’s heard used by anyone under the age of, say, 60. She’s sure if anyone but Shawn tried to call her that, she’d balk. But when he says it, she goes glassy-eyed and is exclusively his.

Maya watches him look at her mouth and wait for her. He wonders what she’s got up her sleeve.

She skims her fingers up his shoulder to cup his pretty cheek. She makes a low, contented humming noise and starts pressing sweet little kisses, light pecks to his mouth. Like a butterfly, as soon as she touches down at his mouth, she springs back, only to land again and do the same thing.

Her kisses are teasing. Gentle presses of her lips she barely let linger. Shawn groans softly, eyes closing as he tries in vain to kiss her back, but she never settles for long enough. He lets her tease him for a bit, but then he grows antsy, just like always.

His hand finds the back of her head, fingers slipping into her hair as he pulls her firmly against him, pressing his lips properly to hers. The hand that rests on her knee slips up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her dress where is lays against her skin.

Shawn breaks and drags her in for a real kiss before too long, and she’d be lying if she said that wasn’t exactly what she wanted. He gets what he wants from her, gets her arms around his shoulders and her body tightening in response to his attentions.

His hand feels big and hot on her leg. She tries not to wiggle just to get it to slip up higher to where she’s already feeling more heat.

“Can’t wait to get home, Lu,” he murmurs against her lips when he needs to take a breath. He doesn’t give her the chance to reply before he’s kissing her again, stealing the air from her lungs. His fingers flirt dangerously with the silky smooth fabric of her dress. He could easily slip his hand beneath her dress, could press his fingers to the apex of her thighs and drive her crazy. He doesn’t. He focuses on teasing her, working her up with nothing but his needy mouth.

Maya whimpers at his words, opens her mouth to respond but doesn’t have time before he’s diving back in to kiss her eagerly. She melts into him, dragging her tongue against his lower lip to seek him out, wanting to feel as close as possible as soon as possible.

When he gives her another break to breathe she doesn’t take it, fastening her lips to his jaw and groaning into his skin.

“Yeah?” she answers finally to his husky confession, “What are you gonna do, baby? What do you want when we get home?”

Her mouth has him groaning, a low sound that has his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Her voice teases him, raspy and hot in his ear. He takes a steadying breath through his nose, licking at his lips as she keeps herself busy on his jaw.

“Want you to take off this dress for me,” he murmurs as he tugs at the hem. He slips his fingers beneath it and slides them along her thigh, her quad muscle jumping beneath his touch.

“And I want you to show me the best way to make you feel good, Lu.”

Maya nips sharply at his throat. His fingers are flirtatious, a reminder that he knows better than anyone how to make her feel good. But he’s always eager to learn more, to do exactly what she wants, even if she doesn’t know she wants it.

Maya pulls away to his lips, rewarding him with a kiss. She pulls back a little and smoothes a hand through his hair, tugging slightly at the end.

“So good for me,” she praises, a little moan in her throat as she says it, “Gonna do exactly what I tell you, baby?”

His eyes fall shut when her hand tangles in his hair. She tugs. He grunts. His fingers dig into her skin.

“Shit--” he hisses, then swallows whatever else was threatening to spill at the sound of her husky voice.

“Yea--” he clears his throat, “Yeah, sweetie, fuck. You know I will.” He blinks his eyes open, wetting his lips and focusing his hazy gaze on her. He nudges his head gently into her hand, giving her a crooked, dulcet smile as he pulls his hand from beneath her dress.

Maya smiles. She knows he will. She remembers from the first time they messed around, all those many years ago on a cold night in Toronto, he put her in the driver’s seat immediately. He wanted her to direct her own pleasure and show him exactly how to please her best.

Needless to say, he learned fast. But he still wants more. She’s willing to instruct.

“Don’t I always?” he purrs, his brow quirked.

Maya grunts gently and hauls his heavy hand back up under her dress a little higher up her thigh, brows puckering slightly.

“Always,” she promises, “Keep touching me, baby.”

Maya tilts her head to take his lips back when an official-sounding voice, the pilot, chirps over the speaker that they’re landing shortly. Maya purses her lips and backs away with a sigh.

He wants to listen to her, wants to slide his hand between the soft swells of her thighs and press his fingers to her pussy beneath her panties. The pilot interrupts, pops the romantic bubble around them and pulls them back to the real world.

Maya leans away from him with a sigh, but her long legs remain draped over his lap. Shawn hums, closing his eyes and dropping his head back.

He drags his hand slowly along Maya’s shin, from her knee to her ankle, then back again, as the helicopter nears Avila. His head lulls and he looks over at her. He smiles.

“Hey,” he murmurs, giving her ankle a squeeze.

Shawn doesn’t release her. He strokes her legs like a promise for later. He gets quiet, shifting gently as they settle.

“Hi,” Maya breathes, smiling warmly, reaching out to stroke the backs of her fingers against his flushed cheek.

She gets to take him home tonight. She gets to make love to him. She gets to fall very heavily asleep next to him. She gets to wake up under his hefty arm with his breath in her hair.

“I kinda can’t believe I found you again,” she admits. She’s been thinking that lately, that somehow both of them wound up back in that place they spent one brief summer together. Neither of them knew the other would be there. But the memory of them is there.

Shawn can’t control the flush that starts in the apple of his cheeks and spreads across his entire body. He smiles a little, closes his eyes and presses his face into her gentle fingers. After a beat, he reaches for her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips.

He looks at her as he presses a kiss into her palm. He murmurs, “Of all the gin joints, baby.”

The helicopter lands with a jolt. Shawn’s fingers unconsciously tighten around Maya’s wrist, his eyes slipping shut.

“Damn,” he sighs when he feels the chopper settle. With a sheepish smile, Shawn places Maya’s hand back in her lap and begins to fumble with his seatbelt.

Maya doesn’t laugh at Shawn when he startles a little during the landing. She just lets him hold her hand until they’re firmly on the ground, holding his gaze comfortingly.

They depart the helicopter with handshakes and thank yous for the pilot. Maya, with her strappy sandals swinging from one hand and Shawn’s fingers grasped in the other, sighs contentedly on the way back to the Wrangler.

The engine of the obscenely orange Jeep roars to life along with an old 80s pop song on the radio that she doesn’t recognize. She looks over at Shawn and feels so completely, totally at home. She leans across the gearshift with her foot on the brake and kisses him, murmuring into his mouth.

He’s watching her as she starts the Wrangler. He doesn’t mean to stare; it just happens. He expects her to speed off like she always does, but instead she looks at him and for a moment, he feels like he’s been caught.

She kisses him, slow and soft and like she has to remind herself like he’s really there. Shawn knows the feeling. He hums, kisses her back with fingertips brushing her cheek.

“Let’s go home, sugar,” he croaks against her lips after a moment, nudging her nose with his. He gives her a crooked smile and drops his hand to rest over hers on the gearshift.

Maya watches his wet lips as he pulls away. They pull into that smile that she’s run into fire for. His hand is rough and heavy on hers. She hums in agreement.

The drive is mercifully short because Avila is so tiny you could fold it up and stick it in your back pocket. Her neighborhood is quiet. The loudest sound they hear when she turns off the engine is the ocean on the other side of the house lapping at the shore.

On the drive, Maya’s nerves, dulled by fine food, alcohol and soft, sweet kisses, get fired back up again. Her heart starts thrumming a little faster with every minute they draw closer to her house. The house he refers to lovingly now as “home.”

When she parks, she glances over at him and wonders if he’s feeling as keyed up as she is, if it’s as oddly automatic for him. She blinks and wets her lips, watching him carefully as she opens her car door.

Shawn slides out of the car with Maya’s heels hanging from his fingers. He goes around to her side of the Jeep, reaching over her as she hops down to close the door with a smile. He takes her hand then, pulls her knuckles to his lips for a brief moment before guiding her to the door.

He looks out at the beach while Maya flips through her keys to open the door. He tries not to let himself watch her too much. It feels indulgent, like maybe he still shouldn’t be this crazed about her. He’s older, wiser, and maybe a little jaded. But not about Maya.

Shawn hears the door click open. He turns from the horizon to see Maya disappear inside. He takes a breath, fills his chest, and follows after her.

The house feels so silent. She can sort of hear the very quiet expensive central air. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears. She can hear him breathing, maybe a little faster than usual, or maybe it’s her imagination.

Maya sets her keys down on the counter, glancing over her shoulder at him. He’s watching her. He’s been watching her all night.

Maya turns, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. She reaches out with both hands, linking their fingers. She starts to walk backwards toward the steps to her bedroom.

“Come with me,” she murmurs, even though he’s already following her.

“Okay,” he says with a nod, voice raspy.

Maya turns to face the stairs, their fingers tangled behind her as she guides him to her bedroom. He keeps close, close enough to smell her shampoo and the sunscreen scented perfume on her neck.

Shawn closes the bedroom door behind him, dropping Maya’s fingers he leans against it, hands sliding into his pockets. He toes his shoes off, kicking them away as he watches her unclip her hair from across the room.

For some reason, he doesn’t know what to say. He’s nervous, suddenly, like he has to tread carefully around her. Like if he moves too quickly, he’ll spook her.

He loosens the tie around his neck, wetting his lips as he focuses on the steady cadence of his own breathing.

Maya faces away from him again and feels her skin glow as he stares at her. She lets her hair fall from its enormous clip, flinching slightly when she hears him kick his shoes away like a teenager.

She closes her eyes for a moment to center herself. When she opens them, she can see the ocean out her window.

“Shawn,” she says, firm but quiet, “Will you come undress me?”

She turns to face him, ready to help him give her what she wants.

He blinks, pulled from his reverie. She doesn’t turn to face him until a moment later, her head tipping as she gazes at him.

“Absolutely,” he breathes, voice low, choked off in the base of his throat. His feet move before he realizes, but then he’s there, looking down at her while she waits for him.

He reaches for her. His fingers brush her temple, tucking a stray curl of hair behind her ear. He smiles, then disappears behind her.

His fingers are quick on her zipper, sliding it smoothly down towards the swell of her behind. He drops the zip delicately, then presses his palm to her hip, waiting.

Shawn is gentle but quick to get her dress unzipped. She inhales when his fingers brush her bare skin just above the waistband of her lacy thong and dance away to rest on her hip.

Maya smiles, shaking her head a little. She turns, feeling the hand that was on her hip skim over to rest on the opposite side. She lifts both his hands to her arms where the straps of her dress fit snugly around her biceps.

“All the way off,” she requests. Her voice is soft and affectionate. She just wants to feel him feel her.

Shawn breathes in steadily through his nose. He feels like he’s on fire. Her eyes are wide, expecting. He feels so overwhelmingly close to her right now, with her request hanging between them.

“Of course,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to her collarbones. He curls his finger under the smooth straps of fabric that wrap around her arms. Slowly, he pulls one towards her elbow, then the other, until the bodice of the dress falls away from her chest.

Shawn’s eyes drop to her tits, but only briefly. He looks back to her arms, carefully pulling one from the strappy sleeve, then the other. The dress bunches around her hips. His hands find her waist. He pushes his fingers between her skin and the dress, tugging it away from her body.

He curls his hands around the fabric. Slowly, one knee falls to the floor, then the other. He kneels before her, watches the rise and fall in her belly as he carefully peels the expensive garment down her legs.

Maya watches him savor her, admiring each part of her as it becomes available to him. It’s not salacious or hungry, it’s closer to reverent. It makes Maya’s pulse skip a little faster. She bets he can feel it through her hot skin.

Maya’s in awe as he drops to his knees. She sucks in a breath, holding back a pathetic whimper. The fabric skims her legs as he drags it down. She anchors her hand against his shoulder as she steps out of it. When she’s shed it on the floor, she threads her hand into the curls behind his ear and strokes them.

“Will you take off my panties for me?” she breathes and it’s barely audible through the thickness in her throat.

Shawn’s eyes fall shut when her fingers tease behind his ear. His heart skips, heat flooding his cheeks. His hands find the front of her thighs, palms pressing into her quad muscles, just above her knee. He’s able to look at her after a moment, gazing up as he nods.

“Yeah, Maya.” He hears his voice in his ears, but it sounds foreign; distant. He clears his throat, drags his hands from her legs to her hips, fingers hooking in the lace he finds there.

He carefully peels the fabric away, down her legs and to her ankles. He focuses on his own hands as he goes, orienting himself to the task at hand, rather than the beautiful woman in front of him.

Once she steps out of the little thong, he lets himself look. He keeps his hands to himself, palms pressed to his knees as he sits back on his heels. His gaze starts at her toes and moves up, up, and up. She looks the same as always, but it fucks him up every time. He’s so goddamn in love with her.

He ends on her face, flushed and glowing in the moonlight. He lifts up from his heels, curling one hand around her waist.

Shawn’s eyes drag goosebumps over her body in a rough, even layer as they ascend from her toes up. She fights a shiver, curls her fingers into her palms and lets out a rough breath of air.

“God, the way you look at me…” She trails off weakly, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

He plants a hand against her body like he can’t stand not to be touching her. She understands the feeling.

Maya slowly lifts her hair off the side of her neck, tucking it over the opposite shoulder as she holds his gaze. She tilts her head and offers herself to him, throat bobbing when she swallows.

“Stand up and kiss my neck.” The words are firm, but still somehow sweet and pleading even though she knows he’ll give her everything she wants.

Shawn’s fingers press firmly into her skin momentarily, needing to ground himself before he stands up. He towers over her, has to curl his spine and hang his head to reach her neck. Not that he minds.

One hand finds the back of her skull, cupping her as he brings his lips to her soft skin. He hums against her, slowly mouthing along the column of her throat with kisses that are barely there.

He pulls away just beneath her earlobe, wets his lips, then returns to work. This time his kisses are firm, lips slightly parted as the tip of his tongue slips against her skin.

He takes a step into her, anchoring his mouth on the junction of her neck and her shoulder while pressing his hips against hers. Even though he wants to, he doesn’t let himself moan, instead holds the growing noise in his chest as he tongues her soft skin.

He takes his time working her up, going from ghosting his lips on her skin to letting her feel him all over.

Maya wraps her arms around him, planting her hands on his ass to urge him even closer. She starts to pant at the attentions of his lips. He’s gentle but purposeful.

She flutters her lashes and chokes on a breath. “And touch my nipples.”

He grunts into her neck at the words. He feels his pants tighten, his cock giving a twitch. He loves when she knows what she wants. Loves when she’s not afraid to ask for it. He can tell she’s trying to hold on to control, but each subsequent request sounds less like a command and more like a plea.

His voice is stuck in his throat, so he doesn’t reply. He simply turns her in his arms so her hands fall from his backside. With her back to his chest, his hips are firm against her ass. His needy hands soon find their way from her hips to her round tits.

Shawn’s mouth is steady on her neck, but rather than get lost in her taste, he watches as he plays with her nipples. It’s a titillating sight, his forefingers and thumbs plucking her brown, dusky peaks.

Maya’s head tips back onto Shawn’s shoulder. His perfect hands feel huge. They slide up her torso to scoop up her breasts. Her eyes close.

She breathes, “My god.”

He doesn’t pull away from her neck. He continues lavishing her skin with warm, sucking kisses just like she asked him to. His touch is light and focused on his nipples. It makes her knees weak. She reaches one hand up to cup the back of his neck for stability and wraps the other around his wrist like she wants to hold him there even though he doesn’t seem like he wants to move.

Hot, heavy breaths fan across her neck as Shawn keeps his gaze steady on his fingers. He tugs lightly, then drops one nipple so he can suck his fingers between his lips, getting the tips wet. He brings them back to her then, circling her stiff bud with torturously light pressure.

“Baby, yes, that’s perfect,” she pants, knowing he feeds off the praise. Her head is too foggy to remember that she doesn’t have another piece of instruction ready to feed him. She just sighs his name and arches her back into his hands so he can have all of her.

Maya doesn’t give him any further direction. She melts into him, purrs with adulation. He sighs softly into her skin, his cock twitching against her ass. The sound of her voice sends a shiver down his spine, all the way to his toes.

“Know what you like, sugar,” he mutters, giving each nipple another tug before he drops his lips to her collarbone and sucks. He doesn’t know what she wants next, but he does know that he could get carried away with this.

Shawn tweaks and teases her nipples until they’re flushed and swollen, matching the flush he’s left on her throat. Satisfied, he surrenders her breasts and claims her hips instead, palms pressing down as he grinds his cock into her ass.

Maya lets him wander off without her direction. He mouths at her shoulder and continues stroking, pinching, teasing her nipples until just before she’s too sensitive to take any more. He knows her body like he knows guitars.

His hands drop to her hips for leverage as he grinds needily into her backside. She grunts gently, nudged out of her trance. She hums, wriggling back against him with gently gasping breaths.

She turns, looking him up and down hungrily. She lifts onto her toes and cups his cheek just long enough to give him a quick kiss before she’s down at chest height again, running her fingers along the buttoned down collar of his shirt.

“Gonna stay nice and still for me while I take your clothes off?” she murmurs, tugging at the loose tie around his neck, lifting her eyebrows.

She decides to start pulling at the knot before he answers.

She’s already plucking at his tie before he can find his voice to answer. Shawn nods, curling his fingers into his palms to stop himself from reaching for her.

“I’ll try,” he says with a quiet smile, tilting his head as he looks down at her. “Shame to take this thing off though. Feel like I should wear it all the time now.”

His grin gets a little wider as he tips his head back, giving her a bit more room to navigate the intricate knot of his tie. He almost reaches for her again, almost curls his arm around her waist and lifts her to his chest so he can kiss the hell out of her. It’s an impulse that has his fingertips twitching.

Maya continues fiddling with the tie until it hangs loose around his neck. She stares at the triangle of throat she’s uncovered, breathing heavily for a few moments while she considers.

She looks up at him, cooing from the back of her throat when she gets an idea. She picks up his hands, limp at his sides, and scoops them under the curve of her ass. She swings her arms up around his neck with a glint in her eye.

“Maybe you should keep it on then and take me while you’re wearing it.”

Maya’s smile is sharp, playful but a little devious. She giggles, tugs at the curls on the nape of his neck.

Shawn’s fingers sink into the soft swell of her ass. He growls at her suggestion. He knew she liked him in the suit, but Jesus Christ.

His eyes flutter shut when she tugs his hair.

“Bring me to the bed, baby.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Okay. Whatever you want, Lu.”

He blinks down at her, eyes hazy with want as he bends his knees and slides his hands to her thighs, lifting her up so she’ll wrap herself around him.

He carries her to the bed, stops at the foot to bring his knee to the mattress. He steadies himself, then carefully lowers her down.

Maya eagerly tucks her legs around Shawn’s waist and melts into him a little when he lifts her. She’ll never get tired of this, of the way he can just scoop her up and carry her places, even if it’s only a few feet to the bed. It’s so romantic and trademark Shawn.

He lays her down gently beneath him and, like the good boy that he is, waits for further instruction. Maya’s sensitive nipples brush against the smooth fabric of his shirt. She opens her thighs for him to lie between so she can feel his weight against her, and so he can feel how ready she is for more of him.

Shawn sighs, relaxing his weight on top of her. He knows she likes it, likes to feel him heavy against her while he rocks his hips into hers.

“Gonna let you choose,” she pants in a whisper, hearing the fucked-out quality of her voice, “Do you want to taste me? Or do you want to fuck me?”

The truth is, she’s almost beyond choosing. She just wants to feel him.

Maya’s nearly panting already, her voice breathy in his ear. He groans, pressing his face into her neck as he lets one hand skim the side of her body.

He doesn’t like making this choice. He wants both, like he always does.

He guesses he could always negotiate for whichever he doesn’t choose while she’s orgasm-heavy and extra needy.

He lifts from her neck, noses at her cheek. “Let me make love to you, Lemon,” he purrs, emphasizing his words with a tempting roll of his hips.

Maya tries to keep her mouth from straight up dropping open. But she hears the strangled moaning noise she makes and knows for certain he knows how she feels about his suggestion.

She closes her eyes, nodding furiously, tugging harder at his hair, wrapping the little curls around her fingers to show her urgency.

“Yeah,” she gasps finally, like she was underwater and is coming up for air, “Yeah. I want you to. Please. That’s what I want. Make love to me, Shawn.”

Saying the words out loud is scary. She wonders if he’s going to blink, look down at her and say, “But you haven’t said you love me.” She thinks maybe he’ll get up and leave her because she’s afraid she deserves it. She hopes he stays.

She sounds desperate for it, like it’s what she’s been waiting for him to give her all along. Shawn knows it’s just in his head, knows they needed the time to reach this point.

But right now, with Maya panting beneath him, it feels like they’ve been this in sync all along, even if they didn’t know it. He flushes, presses his lips firmly to her jaw.

“S’the least I can do, sugar,” he murmurs, corner of his lips ticking up into a smile.

He pushes himself up onto a knee, his palm pressing into the mattress by her head as he trails his other hand down her body. His fingers slip between her thighs, the slide easy from her arousal. She’s always gotten herself worked up easily. The anticipation makes her drip. His cock twitches sympathetically.

He stays.

He smiles at her in the way only he ever has. He kisses her jaw and slides his hand up her leg to find all his work already done. She chuckles, dropping her arms over her head to frame her pretty hair all spread out beneath her.

“You already got me so fucking wet, Shawn,” she tells him, her voice deep and husky and a little less desperate. He makes her feel secure. He wants to give her what she wants.

He smirks, hot gaze dropping down to her thighs. He sees a glimmer of wetness, but he needs a better look. His palm cups the inside of her thigh, nudges her to spread her legs wider.

She goes easily, splays herself open like she’s never been more comfortable with him, and Shawn has to suck in a quiet breath to control himself. Her skin glistens in the moonlight, slick from her pussy.

Shawn urges her legs apart gently. She rolls her hips a little to show him how ready she is to feel him. Her toes curl against the sheets. She watches his cock shift against the straining fabric of his pants. Her head lolls back. She sighs.

He grunts, slipping his hand from her thigh so her can cup her sex. She’s wet and hot against his palm, and the sensation has his dick twitching in his tailored pants.

“Jesus, Maya,” he growls, rocking the heel of his hand against her clit. “Barely touched you and you’re this worked up? Need me that bad?”

When he drops his hand to her cunt, she grabs onto his wrist and grinds down into his stroking motion, taking what she needs. She moans, loud and whiny, because what she needs is him.

“Mmm, you know your hands on my tits drive me crazy, baby. And, god, the idea of fucking you in that suit…”

She rubs a hand over her face and gives a particularly sharp roll of her hips into his hand, hissing quietly.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Shawn laughs, gruff and deep in his throat. He rocks his palm against her pussy once more, clicking his tongue. “No, Lemon. S’my job to make you feel good.”

Not that she won’t make him feel good. She’ll make him feel fucking incredible. But he wants her to lie back and relax, wants her to take her turn at getting spoiled.

Maya’s words die in her throat. If he wants to spoil her, she’s not very well going to stop him. She just, she already feels so spoiled just from taking him out tonight, from having him on her arm, from getting to be so close for hours.

She can’t imagine feeling more spoiled. But then again, Shawn’s always able to surprise her.

He tucks his face into her neck, nipping at her skin just above her collarbone. He moves his palm from her slick heat so he can get his fingers on her instead. Slowly, he swirls the tip of his middle finger around her entrance, before dragging it up to her twitching clit. He flicks her just as his tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe along the column of her throat.

“Wanna feel my fingers first, sugar?”

Maya drops her legs open further at the fluttering of his fingers. She swallows, trying to regain composure, but his tongue on her neck has her coming undone.

“Mhmm,” she moans, “Yeah, touch my clit.”

Maya’s practically melting into the bed as she writhes beneath his touch. Shawn lifts his head, smiles gently as he gazes down at her. Her hair makes a messy halo around her head while her back arches, her legs spreading even more as she tries to get what she wants from him.

“Like this?” he purrs in a teasing coo, carefully brushing the pad of his middle finger across her swollen bud. The pressure is barely there, just enough to have her thighs clenching and hips pressing up for more.

He gives her another pass of his finger, then lets his nail scrape over her nerves, right where she’s most sensitive. He does it once, twice, thrice, then presses his knuckle firmly down against her.

Maya’s brow wrinkles like she’s about to start scolding him for trying to tease her when she’s this far gone. But he doesn’t keep it up. He rakes his fingernail over her bare clit and it makes her twitch hard, chest rising off the bed as she reacts to the stimulus.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” she growls, fingers ripping at the sheets. She settles just a little when he rocks his hard knuckle into her clit.

She opens her eyes, blinking at him desperately. “Please. Please, Shawn.”

She doesn’t even know what to ask for. She just wants him to hand it over.

Shawn loves how utterly and completely unabashed she is as she curses and begs and scrabbles at the bed sheets. His finger slides from her clit to her tight entrance, and he delicately pushes the tip inside.

“This what you want, sugar?” he murmurs, presses a series of kisses to her cheek as he sinks deeper into her pussy, curling slightly so he can drag the tip across her g-spot.

He knows she won’t put up with much teasing and quickly slides a second finger inside of her, using it to tap at her spot while the other glides back and forth.

Shawn is slow with her, not so much careful as just measured and teasing. He’s not proceeding with caution to figure out what she wants. He already knows. He just doesn’t want to give it all at once. He wants to make it last, watch her unravel.

Maya lifts her chin and whines, quiet and throaty at the slipping of his thick fingers. Her g-spot is his favorite playground. He’s experimenting with a stroking, tapping motion that has her thighs already shaking. She turns her face to the side and squeezes her legs around him.

“I know you like my cock better, hm? Want my cock, Maya? Need you to tell me.”

“You know I do,” she gasps, shaking her head, “Know I love your cock. I want it so bad. Want you to fill me. Feels so good having you inside me. Never want to let you go.”

If it’s a step too far, she doesn’t care. Not now anyway.

‘Then don’t,’ he almost chokes, but he knows that’s not really an option. He knows their summer romance has an expiration date. He knows he has to make the most of the time he actually has with her.

Instead, he drops his head and kisses her, stealing the air from her lungs. He slips out of her aching pussy and brings his slippery fingers to the zip of his pants. He fumbles, then finally gets his fly open before he flicks the button.

Maya doesn’t bother to protest when he takes his fingers back and kisses her. She knows she’s going to get something even better. She rocks her ass into the mattress just thinking about it.

Maya’s own hungry fingers trail up the firm heft of his arms until he releases her mouth. She sighs, shivering at the sound of his zipper dropping. She closes her eyes, waits for him to ease into her like she wants. She curls her fingers into his arms in anticipation.

Their lips separate with a ‘pop’, an obscene sound that gets his cock throbbing. He brings his wet fingers to her mouth, traces her full bottom lip slowly, coaxing her to open up for him.

“You wanna taste yourself? Taste so good, baby.”

His fingers are wet and smell of sex. She opens her eyes and mouth at once, accepting them with a little moan. She closes her lips around them, swirling her tongue and soaking them further. Her taste is sweet, musky and a little salty. Her eyes flutter. She sucks eagerly like she would at his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Shawn growls as she sucks his fingers greedily. He noses at her cheek while her tongue has goosebumps prickling his skin.

Her hands drop from his arms to his legs, smoothing up the insides of his thighs. She finds his length hard and throbbing against his leg. She gives it a firm squeeze, then dips her hand inside his briefs to pull him free, squeezing her little hand around the head and massaging his slit with her thumb.

His eyes fall shut when Maya’s hand makes its way down his body. She has no trouble finding his dick, slips him from his briefs with little to no hassle.

“Jesus, Maya,” he croaks, pulling away from her cheek so he can watch her thumb tease the head of his cock. “Gonna tease me or are you gonna spread your thighs again?”

He reaches for her waist, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the jut of her hip bone as he looks at her, gaze heated.

Maya loves the way he reacts to her fervent sucking at his fingers. It’s one of the things she can do that always gets him absolutely crazy for her. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do for him.

She lets them go with a wet slide of her mouth and a hum to tickle them. She breathes hard, nodding at him, squeezing his tip again.

“You know how bad I want you, honey,” she replies, voice smooth and hot like she’s trying to melt him. She spreads her legs slowly, pulling them off the sides of his waist, leveling him with her gaze.

“Wanna show me how much you love me?”

It’s a challenge and dare. It drives Shawn crazy. She wants him to love her. He thinks could get addicted to the feeling.

He looks from her wet fingers to her dark, focused eyes.

“Don’t I always?” he breathes, then catches her lips in a kiss as he knocks her fingers away from his dick.

His palm finds her slick thigh, presses down to keep her spread open as he shifts over her. He licks into her mouth just as he lowers his hips and sinks the head of his cock into her tight pussy.

Shawn doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t show any hurt in his eyes if he feels it. He just kisses her hard and sets about doing what she asked.

Maya lets him move her hand and pin her to the bed, slowly letting the tip of his dick spread her swollen lips and enter her. She keens, swiping her tongue against his lower lip and pushing inside without waiting. She wraps her arms around his neck.

When she really can’t breathe, she tilts her head to the side and sighs, inhaling at his collarbone, basking in the smell and feel of him.

“Yeah,” she purrs, “More, Shawn.”

He all but falls into her. He’s barely inside her as she’s kissing him back like she’s about to come. He bites at her lip, though more to get a hold of himself than to calm her.

His forehead drops to her temple when she turns from their kiss to gasp for a breath. He groans, fingers curling into her flushed thigh as she asks for more.

“Maybe—“ he pants, smirking into her cheek, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

He hates denying her, but he loves the payoff when he doesn’t give into her right away. It’s always sweeter when they’re able to control themselves. Shawn steels himself to stay strong, even as his cock twitches in the tight clench of her heat.

They both feel like they’re holding on by a thread. Maya grips Shawn’s neck like her life depends on it. Shawn sinks his teeth into her lip like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered.

His words manage to ground her though. She groans, knowing she has to make a choice. She could beg for him like he clearly wants. She could try to egg it out of him, massaging his cock with her hot walls until he snaps, or she could be a brat and pout about it.

Her head swims with memories of all the times she’s taken all the paths before her at different opportunities with him. All she knows is she wants to be sure that there are even more awaiting her when they finish here tonight.

Maya turns her face back, nose bumping his as he stays close to her. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, lifting a hand to secure against his chest. She lifts her hips and rocks into him only suggestively, not enough to be greedy.

She releases his swollen lip with a pop and a little kitten lick.

She doesn’t answer at first, just pulls his lip into her mouth for a searing kiss. He growls, lets her lick and suck at him until he’s swollen and dizzy.

She pulls away just as he starts to kiss back, reminding him that there’s more important business to attend to.

“You know you’re the best I’ve ever had?” she says earnestly, digging her fingertips into the wrinkled fabric of his shirt just over his heartbeat, “Please, baby. Please give me more. I need you.”

“Shit, Maya,” he murmurs at the compliment, glancing down at the fingers scrabbling at his shirt. He reaches for her wrist, pulls her arm over her head to pin her to the bed as she begs for him.

“I need you, too, sugar,” he purrs, nudging her nose with his as he finally complies with her wishes and sinks his cock deeper into her cunt, until he’s buried to the hilt.

Shawn gives them both what they want. His strong fingers pin her little wrist to the bed above her head and he shakes her whole body with his low gravelly voice when he slides into her fully.

Maya sighs, the pressure he fills her with releasing her breath, releasing any tension in her body. She takes him easily, scoops a leg up to hitch over his hip slightly, hugging him in.

“Perfect,” she coos, like she doesn’t need any more. Like even if he just stays here all night with her, hard cock buried as deep as anyone’s ever gone, she’ll be perfectly content.

“You like filling me up? You like feeling how well I take your perfect cock? How I beg for it?”

Maya always gets wordy when he gives her what she wants. She knows he likes the fucked-out quality of her voice when she mews for him like that. He nips at her lip in response, then drags his mouth along her jaw until he reaches her ear. He licks slowly at the shell as his hips start to grind into hers, his cock stretching her.

Maya feels the way her body soaks his with every slow, grinding rock of his hips. She takes them eagerly, rolling back at him to make the stretch even greater, even sweeter. His tongue on her ear has her gasping and slipping her fingers up to massage his scalp.

“You know I do,” he murmurs, fingers tightening around her wrist, “You know I think you’re fucking perfect.”

She can’t see his face when he calls her perfect. She rasps from deep in her chest, it’s a wet scratching sound that sounds like the beginning of tears. She slams her eyes shut and lets him tilt his hips to crack her open with pleasure.

Shawn digs his knee into the bed, pressing his thigh into the back of Maya’s where it’s hooked around his waist. He gets a better angle this way, able to graze her g-spot with the tip of his dick through each slow grind of his hips. He grunts softly in her ear as the sensation of her slick walls clenching around him, stretching and squeezing simultaneously.

“Right there, right there, right there,” she chants, even though he knows. She knows he knows. Even if he didn’t have the extensive experience with her body, the way it hugs around him now would tell him.

“Fuck, May--” he chokes, burying his nose in her hair, “So good for me, baby. Always feel so fucking good.”

He snuggles into her hair. She continues stroking his scalp. She turns her head to kiss his cheek.

“Love being good for you. Always want to be good for you.”

The garbled moan she lets out at his admission catches him off guard, has him groaning into her cheek as he fucks her a little harder, a little faster. His hand falls from her wrist so he can grip her ass to pull her tighter into his rocking hips.

“Always are, baby, always so damn good. So-- so-- shit-- No one like you, Lu, no one.”

He’s babbling into her ear, panting desperately as she soaks his cock. His fingers dig into her ass, getting more leverage for his increasing speed. He drops his head to look down between them, watching the way her pussy stretches around him. She’s fucking soaking him, probably ruining the stupidly expensive pants he can’t believe he’s still wearing, and it’s drives him kind of crazy.

With Maya’s newly freed hand, she wraps it under his arm to grip his back and let him have her. He snaps his hips harder and faster and it only makes her wetter. The way her body responds to him is unbelievable.

He’s probably leaving bruises in her ass. She doesn’t mind. She’s already marked him up just about everywhere from all the passionate sex they’ve been having over the last few weeks. A few more marks doesn’t make any difference.

He laughs gruffly into her collarbone, still focused on the way she’s dripping all over both of them. “M’gonna have to take these pants to the dry cleaner cause of you, sugar.”

Maya laughs back, a choked sound broken up by his rough thrusts. She tugs at his hair playfully.

“Totally worth it though,” she pants, “Being with you like this… it’s so hot.”

She punctuates her thought with a rough squeeze of his cock and a smirk.

He beams down at her, lips quirked slightly. She then catches him off guard, his eyes shutting when she tightens around his dick.

“Super fuckin’ hot,” he growls, hand slipping from her ass to grip the back of her thigh, pushing it up towards her chest so he can hook her calf over his shoulder. He presses his other hand into the mattress, just beside her head, fingers tangled in her hair where it’s splayed across the sheets.

He pushes himself up onto his knees, tilting his hips to get a better angle on her g-spot. He groans when she twitches, knowing he’s found the right one.

Maya watches him lift her leg over his shoulder and shift accordingly, but her eyes fall shut when he strokes back into her.

“Oh god, Shawn,” she cries, her voice breaking into a wail.

He’s jerking into her g-spot with every thrust. Her pussy is squelching. As much as she’d love to hold on, she can’t make it much longer. She tries to ground herself, focusing in on the way his curls feel in her fingers, on the rough brush of his clothes against her skin, on the brightness of his eyes while he watches her. It only gets her that much closer.

Shawn turns to press a kiss to Maya’s ankle, fingers gliding along the front of her thigh. He snaps his hips a little faster, breathing heavily into to the soft skin of her calf.

Her breath quivers at the touch of his lips to her ankle. She whimpers gently and surrenders to the feeling.

“Baby,” she pleads, “Gonna come. I’m gonna come. Tell-- tell me you love me. Please.”

Shawn is powerless. His heart lurches into his throat, stomach twisting, cock throbbing. He’s so utterly fucked for her. He knows she’s close to coming, only ever is this mushy when she’s about to come but he doesn’t care. He’ll give her anything she wants.

He collapses back down onto his forearm, her leg slipping from his shoulder and into the crook of his elbow as he presses his forehead to hers.

“M’so in love with you, Lu, fuck--” he grunts, eyes slipping shut for a moment, “You--” he opens his eyes, nudging her nose with his, “You know that.”

He kisses her then, his hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside of her pussy as his hand falls to the apex of her thighs, fingers seeking out her clit.

She can think later about how unfair it was to ask of him since they both knew she wasn’t going to say it back. She can think later about the almost hopeless way he murmurs it to her, like he knows it’ll hurt but he’ll do it anyway for her. She can’t think now.

Shawn kisses her, hot but somehow still soft. Maybe she just imagines it. But it feels like he’s telling her again silently, showing her.

“C’mon,” he growls, snapping his hips once. His fingers quickly circle her clit. “Come for me, Maya.”

Her back arches as soon as his fingers slip down her stomach. It takes only a few small flicks at her swollen bud to kickstart her orgasm, radiating out from her center as she moans once, loud and long, pressing up into him, head falling back.

It takes all of his willpower, and then some, not to come when she does, to keep fucking her through it. He plays with her clit as her back bows and her pussy spasms around his cock. He groans into her neck as her head falls back, hips stuttering as the control he’s been clinging to slips through his fingers.

It takes her longer than usual to come down. Her body pulses distractingly with aftershocks. When she can focus her eyes, they lift to him. She lifts her weak hands and cups his face.

He pulls away from her neck to watch her come down, forcing himself to slow his hips. She whines, whimpers softly and it takes a moment longer than he’s expecting. His eyes fall shut when her small palm presses into his cheek.

“Felt so good. Wanna come, baby? Please come for me.”

“Yeah—“ he pants, nodding almost frantically, “wanna— fuck, I’m gonna come for you, Lu.”

He emphasizes his words with a snap of his hips, his head returning to the crook of her neck. He picks up an almost desperate pace, quick and shallow in her still twitching pussy.

Maya holds on, stroking his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs as his hips pick up pace again. He strokes hard but not quite as deep. She can feel her muscles still fluttering for him like her body wants more.

She hums, tucks her little fingers around Shawn’s neck and lifts her head to nibble on his earlobe as his thrusting goes erratic.

“It’s ok, baby,” she tells him as he rattles toward orgasm, “Let go for me. Come inside me. I wanna feel you everywhere. Be good for me.”

She always says the magic fucking words. He huffs, sinks his cock all the way inside of her as he chases his orgasm. Her breath on his ear has him throbbing. His hips flick and then still, a low, prolonged groan rumbling his chest as he finally comes.

“Oh, fuck--” he growls, latching onto her jaw while his cock jerks, his knees slipping back until he’s collapsed on top of her.

He’s tense for a moment, then his entire body relaxes. A coil of heat releases in his stomach and radiates through each one of his frenzied nerves as he pants heavily into Maya’s sweet neck.

He comes so perfectly for her every time.

She lets her body relax so he can come hard for her, nipping at her jaw and panting as he comes down. She pets his hair softly, murmuring under her breath. When he goes slack on top of her, she grunts and smiles. She likes that she can make him feel so good that he has to collapse into her.

“Sugar, my god,” he all but moans, finally finding the strength to push himself up, flopping onto his back beside her. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He rolls away when he realizes he’s crushing her. She tries not to pout. Instead she grins and lifts her arms over her head, sliding her sore thighs shut and twirling hair around her finger.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases.

Shawn spends a lot of time thinking Maya is trying to kill him. This is another one of those times. She’s wiggly next to him, her legs drawing together as her arms raise, fingers curling in her hair. If he weren’t so fucking exhausted from just coming, his cock would definitely be intrigued by the sight.

Shawn rolls his eyes, chuckling slightly as he looks away from her.

“Yeah, well, I only have really hot girlfriends at the moment, so. I have to say it to all of you.”

Shawn glances back at her, brows quirked. He didn’t know what to say, just then. He’d been thinking, only the girls who beg me to love them but won’t tell me if they love me back, but it was a little on the nose. And a little mean.

He thinks joking was the right way to go. He can’t hold anything against her, anyway. It was his choice to reveal so much of himself so quickly, to fall back into their romance like he’s still twenty years old. Still a kid. It’s better that Maya’s more guarded with it.

One of them has to be the adult.

Maya narrows her eyes and rolls onto her side, tracing a teasing hand down the center of his abdomen, teasing his tired cock. She lifts an eyebrow.

“I bet your other hot girlfriends don’t make you come that good.”

Shawn hisses when she grazes his dick, eyes falling shut.

“They don’t,” he says with a shake of his head, voice scratchy from shouting for her like a dying whale. At least that’s what it felt like.

He knows better than to poke at her competitive instincts and expect to come out of it without blushing for her. She releases his cock with a giggle and scoots over to crawl half on top of him, draping herself in his heavy limbs and closing her eyes.

She yawns gently and realizes when her eyes slide shut that he’s completely worn her out. She’s full of alcohol, fancy food and dopamine.

She pulls her hand away and he releases and gruff sigh, blinking his eyes open as she crawls on top of his, nuzzling into his chest.

“You think if you have an orgasm immediately before you go to sleep you wake up without a hangover?”

“I think aspirin is probably a good complement to the orgasm. But the orgasm definitely doesn’t hurt.”

He closes his eyes again, settling into the pillows as he curls an arm around her. He hums.

He gives her what she wants, just like always. She hums in response and lets him curl around her, accepting her warmth against him.

“‘M too tired for aspirin so I’ll take my chances with the orgasm.”

They’re quiet for a minute, settling in for the night. She smiles when she thinks of their evening, considering that they just popped out to Malibu for a few hours and came back like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

“What do you want to do tomorrow, Lemon?”

She runs a warm hand up and down his side. “Can we go to the art store in the morning? After breakfast obviously. And then maybe movies. It’s supposed to rain in the morning so I won’t drag you to the beach. And I have that giant TV downstairs that I haven’t used yet and I have HBO. So.”

She’s definitely falling asleep quickly. He’s warm and soft but firm and bone-stillingly comforting.

“So,” he murmurs, smiling into the top of her head. He presses a kiss to her hair. “Sounds like the perfect day, I think.”

He can tell Maya’s on the verge of sleep, but he’s got a fancy suit he needs to take off. He squeezes her hip, then wiggles away from her slightly.

“Gotta change, Lu,” he murmurs, slipping out of her bed with a kiss to her cheek. He disappears into her bathroom to undress.

By the time Shawn’s back in the bedroom, Maya’s out like a light. The window by the bed is cracked and letting in a pleasantly sea-salted breeze. The sheets rest around her hips from where she wriggled under them. The room is quiet.

She shifts gently when Shawn shuffles in next to her. His arm is heavy around her waist. She breathes softly through her nose. It’s perfect.

Maya wakes up with a start suddenly somewhere around 4am. She’s sure she was dreaming but as soon as she’s awake she forgets what she was dreaming about.

She blinks. She and Shawn are in nearly the same position. He’s fast asleep, his nose buried in her hair, inhaling long and slow behind her. She reaches down and links her fingers with his.

She remembers her dream now.

It’s foggy. It’s hot. It’s last night, Shawn holding himself over her, stroking his cock into her so that every breath of hers comes out as a pant. She feels undone, desperate. She wants to hear it again. She knows it’ll make her come as soon as he says it. She’s greedy for it, hungry for it.

I’m so in love with you, Lu.

Her stomach lurches. How could she do that? How, even in the haze of sex, could she beg him to remind her how much he loves her? How could she expect that of him when she’s held back so much?

Maya rolls over carefully and quietly. He stays mercifully asleep. There was a time when she would’ve run from this and self-flagellated for months or years. She might’ve kept this shame and hurt splattered across her skin like an invisible tattoo. But when she looks at him now, perfect with sleep, she thinks maybe they both deserve better.

She’s going to tell him. Today.

She closes her eyes.

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