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pedropascallme · 2 months

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Slow Down, Lie Down

Pairing: Shayne Topp x f!Reader

Summary: “‘I’m fucking exhausted, Shayne, it’s like I have to be so high-energy all the fucking time, and I’m burnt out and stressed for no fucking reason and I just—…you!’ You took a deep breath, leaning into his touch. ‘You…’ you looked at him through damp lashes, and he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish your thought, not catching on to your statement. You cocked a brow, ‘I want you, Shayne.’”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), Shayne's gold chain is a warning in and of itself but it also comes into play here so take that as you will. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: This is based off of a requested prompt from the lovely @slaydoggg who asked for a Shayne fic quite a while ago and I just got around to finishing it! Hope you all enjoy <3

The last day of any shoot week was the only time in your life that you’d ever felt genuine burnout.

When you were in school, you’d had a sort of leniency policy with yourself; long days never turned into long nights, you’d stuck to a schedule that allowed for grace periods, you’d been confident in your ability to ask for help.

But when it came to working in such a high energy environment, where you felt like you had to be on all the time, where quiet always seemed like a synonym for bad, it was hard to grant yourself any clemency from just going, going, going all day.

Not to say you didn’t like what you did—you wouldn’t trade your place at Smosh for the world. The office was a safe space above all else, and even though it was your place of employment, most days it felt more like a high school cafeteria, where you and your friends gathered and chatted and made each other go red in the face from laughter until milk shot out of someone’s nose, or whatever.

Still, shooting a TNTL at 7PM on a Friday after a week of filming felt like some kind of sick joke. Did you even have any ideas left? Improv was one thing, but improv with zero social battery left was a completely different story, one you were unsure you wanted to know the end to.

“You alright?” Shayne pulled you from your thoughts while you gathered in the studio to film.

“Yeah, yeah. Just…y’know, little tired.” You smiled, an offering he returned, “But I’m alright.”

He could tell that you were teetering in the space between apathetic and completely exhausted. It was hard to keep things from him. Goddamn psychology degree. Even before you had started dating, it seemed like Shayne had a sixth sense for the feelings of the people around him, especially when it came to you—and Damien, but they might as well have had their own telepathic communication link, as far as you were concerned.

“Ok,” he rubbed your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you despite your denial of any discomfort, “We’ll go home soon. Go be funny.”

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“Good! Cut!” Shayne called from behind the camera after Courtney wrapped up the video. You had never felt more relief in your life; the promise of a bed and a weekend of relaxation awaiting you at home made you feel like a huge weight was in the process of being lifted off your shoulders. You felt like you were floating, completely dissociated from the world around you while your friends giggled as they recalled jokes they had made not even 20 minutes ago.

You gathered your things and met Shayne outside in the car. You stared through the windshield, still tuning everything out and unaware that he was addressing you.

“Hey,” he squeezed your thigh, “did you hear me?”

“Mm, sorry,” you shifted to look at him, realizing you were still unbuckled and quickly correcting your indiscretion.

“What do you want for dinner?” He was doing that thing where he studied your features as if you were a doll, seemingly unaware that you could see him scanning your face.

“I dunno,” you sighed, “let’s just order something when we get home.”

“Ok.” He fell quiet and peeled out of his parking spot. The ride was quiet for the first ten minutes before he spoke again. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m just ti—”

“‘Just tired,’ I know—but is there anything else?”

You shifted uncomfortably, running your hand over your seatbelt. “I dunno.” You knew you sounded repetitive, childish, but it was hard to communicate the exhaustion you were feeling to someone who did the same thing as you all week and never seemed to fall victim to the same sort of fatigue that you did. “Really tired.”

“Do you feel stressed?” He pushed.

“Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?” The words came out with a harsher edge than you had meant, and you saw him briefly furrow his brows in shock before regaining his composure.

“No, I’m just worried. If something’s wrong, you can tell me.” He parked in front of the house and turned to you, “I love you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep anything from me.”

You nodded, and the floodgates threatened to open as tears pricked your lash line. You sniffed. “I know,” another sniffle, “I love you, too.” You felt ridiculous, like a toddler overdo for a nap with the way you were acting just because you were really that tired. You just needed a little reassurance; to remember what it was like to feel rested and sated.

Shayne unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over the center console to take your face in his hands. “What do you need, baby?” His thumb caught a tear that had slipped over your cheek. “Tell me. You’re…freaking me out, a little.” He chuckled, still retaining the sympathetic look that painted his face even when his eyes creased up with his small smile.

“I’m fucking exhausted, Shayne, it’s like I have to be so high-energy all the fucking time, and I’m burnt out and stressed for no fucking reason and I just—…you!” You took a deep breath, leaning into his touch. “You…” you looked at him through damp lashes, and he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish your thought, not catching on to your statement. You cocked a brow, “I want you, Shayne.”

“Oh—oh. Oh!” He lit up, eyes wide and smiling like a kid in a candy store.

One thing you appreciated was that no matter how often you two were intimate, no matter how many times he saw you naked, he still managed to make it seem like a miraculous, once in a lifetime event when you fucked.

Talk about validation.

He all but jumped out of his seat, waltzing over to open the door on the passenger side of the car and waiting impatiently for you to unbuckle yourself and step onto the sidewalk. You’d never seen him open the door to the house so fast.

Before you had the opportunity to remove your jacket, your shoes, or put down your bag, you were pushed against the now-closed-and-locked door by Shayne, who immediately found your lips and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was gentle, reminiscent of the first time you two had kissed in that it was exploratory and slow so as to adapt to the needs of the other; but no matter how he did it, kissing Shayne always felt like perfection. You dropped your bag at your feet before bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, lazily pulling at his flannel while he dragged his tongue over your bottom lip. He rested his forehead against yours when he pulled away.

“Feel better?” He let his nose bump against yours as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “But I think I could use a little more…remedying…” You brought one hand to the collar of his shirt, dipping under it and trailing your finger back and forth.

“Thought so.” He pulled your hand away momentarily to pull you into him, hands on your waist, and you got the hint, jumping so he could lift you, wrapping your arms around his neck while your legs found purchase around his hips. You licked a stripe up his neck and felt him shiver underneath your tongue.

He hesitated to drop you on the bed. “I could just fuck you like this, y’know…” He made a show of how easy it was for him to pick you up, bobbing you up and down in his arms momentarily, miming how he’d fuck you.

“Fully clothed?” You pointed out, and he relented.

“Next time I’m getting you naked before I pick you up.”

“Buy me a drink first, man.” You laughed, peeling off your jacket and shirt and unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the fabric from your body; it felt freeing in so many ways, the removal of a week of work from your skin, your limbs able to breathe without the constricting material, the knowledge that Shayne was there to see you in all your nude glory—it was incredibly satisfactory.

His shirt was off when you looked back up, now in just your bra and panties. The chain around his neck glinted in the low light of the bedroom, and you felt a wave of lust crash over you; crawling towards him to the edge of the bed where he stood, you let your hands trace up his abdomen before landing on his shoulders. You peppered kisses over his chest, taking in the taste of his skin and inhaling his scent. His hands came up to grip your waist, squeezing gently to get your attention.

“Not about me right now,” he reminded you, somewhat stern in his cadence.

“You don’t want me to go down on you?” You purred, goading him.

“As much as I would love to see you wrap your lips around my cock right now…” he spoke while he pushed you back onto the mattress, pulling you towards him by your ankles, “I’d much rather be making you feel good.”

“Yeah?” You breathed, and he planted a kiss on your thigh.

“I’m a giver.” He kneeled in front of you, "Lie down." You leaned back, letting yourself melt into the comforter under his touch. He let his hands roam your body; thumbs brushing the curve of your breast over your bra before dragging his palms over your stomach, dipping under you slightly to squeeze your ass. You let out a huff of contentment at the feeling, and he did it again, before his fingers dropped under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

When you felt the first swipe of his tongue over your core, your drowsiness was replaced with a tingling pleasure that started in your clit and spread to the back of your neck; you feathered your fingers through his hair to coax him onward.

“Poor baby,” he muttered, dipping his head down into you and licking up from your slit, gathering your slick on his tongue, “you just needed some help relaxing, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned when he used his tongue to circle your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to help you unwind; you bent your knee, effectively trapping him face-first against your cunt.

“It’s ok,” he flattened his tongue against you, keeping pressure on your clit until you started to squirm, “I’ll help you, baby. Don’t worry.” He licked through your folds before slipping his tongue inside of you, contorting the muscle to curl in and out as he saw fit. You tugged on his hair, a silent message telling him not to stop amidst your quiet moans and the subtle roll of your hips against his mouth.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently until you arched your back, muscles relaxing when he let up on the pressure before he repeated the motion just to watch you squirm for him.

“Shayne…” You whimpered, one hand coming up to grope yourself through your bra, drunk off the feeling of his tongue.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered into you, alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping up the mixture of his spit that trickled down your entrance and the wet that dripped from you. He snaked his arms underneath you, resting them under your thighs with his hands gripping the plush skin, giving him a better angle to watch you come undone. He fucked you with his tongue again now, unable to ignore the way you bucked your hips against his mouth and the filthy moans that fell from your lips, before he licked a long stripe up your cunt and began sucking on your clit once more.

Your orgasm crashed over you, a calming tide that came in and out with no fanfare, but was still so beautifully curated to your needs. Shayne watched your breathing pick up and then slow down as you sank deeper into the bed. He rested his head against your thigh.

“Was that helpful?” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

“Maybe a little,” you rolled your eyes playfully, and he stood, leaning over you and kissing your cheek. “Got anything else that might help?”

He laughed quietly, briefly kissing your pulse point. “Anybody ever told you that you can be real needy?”

“Is that a bad thing?” You let your hands wander over his stomach and chest, dropping down further to play with the waistband of his jeans, and he groaned.

“Not in the slightest,” he clarified, before straightening himself up to remove his jeans. You closed your eyes, still enjoying the comfort of the bed, the undisturbed joy you got to experience with your boyfriend away from the chaos of work. When you opened your eyes, Shayne had one knee on the mattress, boxers still on—much to your chagrin—and beckoning you closer to him. You sat up, shuffling towards him on your knees, and he guided you forward so that he could unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms.

“Your turn,” you bent down to tug at his boxers, and he smirked at the difficulty you had trying to get them off of him at this angle. He gently shooed you off, taking them off on his own, before pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. It was somewhat needier now than the one you had shared at the door, but it still felt just right; his tongue broke through your lips and, after sucking gently on it for a few seconds, you pulled back, too desperate for him to fuck you now to focus on anything else.

He pushed you down onto your back gently, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and propping your legs on his shoulders. Fisting his cock, you watched him spit down onto you, letting the saliva trail over your hole before he ran his cock through your folds, gathering your wet on himself. You squirmed, eager and impatient, and he raised an eyebrow, smiling down at you.

“Needy.” He reiterated, before pushing into you. You felt the initial stretch, the blissful pressure of his cock plunging into you, and in this position, with your legs raised above you, you could feel him nestled deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter when he bottomed out, and one of his hands came down to your side, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your hip bone. “God, maybe we both needed this…”

“Mhm,” you sighed dreamily up at him, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

He pulled his hips back less than an inch, focused on staying close to you and drawing your pleasure out, before pushing back in—not rough, but certainly hard; the force pushed you up the mattress slightly. Caught off guard by his movement, combined with the feeling of his cock pressing into you even deeper than it had before, you couldn’t help the moan of his name that was knocked from your lungs.

He kept fucking you like that, slow and deep, hands sweeping over your skin like he wanted to remember every curve and bend of your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shayne managed to speak out between low moans, “So fucking beautiful.”

You placed a hand over his where it sat on your thigh, still holding your legs above your body and against his chest. “All for you.” You squeezed his hand gently, and he leaned his head back.

“God, yeah—that’s right,” his thrusts started to get rougher, just enough for his cock to push against your most sensitive spot and keep you hovering over the edge. “All for me.”

He leaned forward, pushing your legs back with his body; he had even more free reign like this, thrusting into you hard and fast, and you mewled underneath him, letting out whimpers of delight at the way he pushed you closer to your high.

Propping himself up with one arm, his other hand resting on your waist, he dropped his head down to your chest and licked messy stripes over your breasts, capturing your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it before alternating to the other. You arched your back, struggling to decide whether to focus on the way his cock felt brushing against your g-spot or the way his tongue felt teasing your nipples.

You quickly decided that now wasn’t the time for decision making, allowing yourself to succumb completely to the way his movements worked in tandem to bring you satisfaction.

When he came up to kiss you again, you grabbed at his chain, pulling him further into you, and he moaned into your lips, tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth and licking into you. You returned the favor, eager to taste him. He moved his hand, positioning his thumb over your clit and kneading it in time with his thrusts, and you gasped at the friction. Mouth open and unable to tear your gaze from him, you yanked on the chain around his neck again, and he growled, pushing into you with less regard now—nice and rough to get you over the finish line.

“Fuck me just like that—oh my god, Shayne!” Your legs trembled from the strain of the position and the orgasm that built in the pit of your stomach, and when he licked his lips, panting, and you felt him press harder against your clit, you were engulfed by the electricity that seemed to shoot from him straight into your bloodstream. You cried out his name, throwing your head back and letting the pleasure take over.

You heard him hum above you, the combination of a contented sigh and a desperate groan as he watched you cum on his cock; panting, you placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, the other still toying with his chain, pulling his face towards yours, ghosting your lips over his.

“Cum in me,” you whispered into his mouth before kissing him, and you felt his lips part against yours with a moan, stuttering your name and spilling into you.

His head rested against yours, both of you breathing hard and trying to regain your composure. He kissed your ear, then your cheek, your nose, your other cheek, your other ear, before finally placing a sweet kiss against your lips, soft and full of love.

He took a deep breath before pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“I know. Come here, baby” he helped you straighten your stiff legs before scooping you up and placing you properly along the bed; you curled up instantly, satisfied and relaxed. Shayne crawled into bed behind you, a box of tissues in his hands that he pulled from to wipe the excess mess from between your thighs. He was gentle, quiet, kissing your back while he pulled your legs apart to clean you off.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, turning over to face him, “I feel…much more relaxed.”

“Glad I could help.” He kissed your forehead, tossing the box of tissues across the room and cringing when they landed awkwardly in the middle of the floor instead of on the dresser he had been aiming for. “Never want you to think that you can’t tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I know,” you trailed your fingers over his chain, looking up to meet his gaze, “I’m sorry I was grumpy.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, baby. I’m sorry you felt so exhausted.”

“I’m still exhausted,” you smiled, “just in a much more enjoyable way.” You watched him break into a smile, pulling you against his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

“You can sleep in tomorrow.” He stroked your hair.

“Only if you sleep in with me.” You nuzzled into him, already feeling sleep tug your eyes closed.

“Can’t pass up an opportunity like that.”

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sassylegshayne · 3 months

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can't take my eyes off of you - chapter two

hello hello!! chapter two is here you little gremlins, with smut as I promised 😇 nobody in the story uses protection but wrap it before you tap it!! lmk what you guys think! mwah xx lees

3k words

smut!!!! do not read if you're under 18!!!!!!

Shayne opened the door with a lopsided grin as he leaned against the doorframe, his blue eyes shining brightly as he happily stared at you; it felt like he could do it for the rest of his life.

"I didn't know if you'd show up, if I'm being honest." He chuckled as he took a step back, your eyes were wide and cheeks flushed.

Every moment since he walked out of the office did nothing but fuel your nerves and excitement. You weren't sure that you could distinguish a line between the two anymore as you stepped into his apartment.

The smell of Shayne's bodywash filled your senses as you moved past him, slipping your shoes off by his and setting your bag aside.

Your cheeks flushed yet again as you turned to him- the space between you was little to none. It felt like all the air had been sucked from your eyes met his.

You took a shaky breath as you Swallowed down the lump in your throat.

"You earned a prize, didn't you? I'm here to give you your reward." You spoke quietly, your tone playful and silvery as you looked up to him with brows raised.

Shayne couldn't help himself any longer, having wasted enough time thinking about how your lips tasted, he didn't want this chance to slip away.

His calloused hands felt smoother than you expected as he cupped your cheeks gently, your heart thudding in your chest. You could feel your hands begin to tremble from nerves, but all of it melts away when Shayne presses his lips to yours slowly.

A few small pecks, timid and testing just leave you wanting more. His lips were so much softer than you'd imagined, a small whimper leaving you as your hands rest on his forearms, the muscles tight beneath your touch.

Shayne is slow to pull away, your bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he eyes you. You didn't think much of the noise you made but with the look in his eyes, Shayne would be.

In a swift motion, you're off your feet, a squeal of shock leaving you as Shayne hoists you into s arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as his hands gripped gently at your hips. He couldn't help but chuckle as you looked down at him on awe, his muscles flexing against you as he carried you down the hall with ease.

"Shayne, I can-" You began to protest, your words dying on your tongue as he pressed his lips to yours once again. You felt your back press against what you assume to be his bedroom door, barely able to give it a moment of thought before you back hits the soft mattress.

"You could walk, yeah.." He trailed off as he climbed over you, his breath hot on your neck as he dipped down. "But I could also just carry you around, which is much more fun for the both of us, don't you think?"

Your hands quickly found solace in his damp hair, too shy to explore his body just yet. He nipped lightly at your skin, humming softly as he trailed his lips to your ear.

You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, worried that if you were to open your mouth, your words would fail you. A small gasp escapes your parted lips as Shayne nips softly at your ear, his hands sliding just under your top, gripping your hips gently.

He let his thumbs rub softly against your skin as he licked and bit at your neck, a low rumble of a moan leaving him as he takes in a deep breath, your smell absolutely intoxicating him.

You tug gently at his hair, rolling your hips into his touch, Shayne's attention quickly turning to your lips, his touch sweet and needy at the same time. He pressed his forehead to yours, a lazy grin on his face.

"You're okay with this, right?" He couldn't help himself from chuckling a bit as he asked, almost embarrassed. You felt your heart flutter at his question, quickly pressing your lips to his a few more times before murmuring a breathy 'yes' against him.

Shayne rolls his hips into yours, his bulge grinding against your core perfectly, a whine leaving you at the feeling.

"Y/N.." He began, your eyes opening quickly as he sat up, your heart racing. You found Shayne sat up, still sat between your legs, begging to tug his shirt over his head.

The moment felt like a dream as Shayne tossed the fabric aside, your mouth agape as you finally get the chance to see– fuck that, feel this man. You were sure you'd melt into a puddle on his mattress.

"Would you mind if pick my prize?" He continued, brows raised a bit as his hands rested on your thighs, rubbing them gently as you attempted to make a coherent thought.

"No.. I don't mind." You answered, confused but more than happy to do just about anything Shayne asked you to.

His tongue darted out, wetting his kiss-swollen lips as he smiled, leaning over you once more, whispering a 'thank you' against your neck. You let Shayne take his time, a motive clear in his mind.

He takes his time in undressing you, kissing just about every inch of skin that he can. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he licks and sucks at your breasts, light bruises leaving a trail down your abdomen before Shayne settles his face between your legs.

He guides your legs over his shoulders, a deep moan leaving him as you timidly spread your legs, your wetness on full display for you. His nails dig gently into your thighs as he grips them, looking up to you from between them.

"ls this okay?" Shayne's voice had taken a tone you'd never heard before, his voice low and gutteral; it sent goosebumps across every part of your body.

"Fuck, Shayne, yes.. please.." You insisted, feeling an aching need for him boiling inside of you. Witha small smile, he leaned in, biting at your inner thigh, leaving you gasping softly.

"Good, now spread your legs more." He instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument as you widened your eyes, nodding softly. "Wider."

After adjusting your hips a bit, Shayne slid his arms under you, tugging you closer to him with a small moan, your heat just inches from his lips. His breath is teasing as you fight back pleas of release, his fingertips gripping gently at you, calling your attention to him.

"Eyes on me." You don't get another second efore Shayne's sliding his tongue languidly between your folds, slowly lapping at your wetness, his blue eyes now cloudy and dark.

You can't hold back anymore, letting yourself become a mess of moans, whimpers and praise as he devours your like it's his last meal.

Shayne seemed to refuse to take a breath, his lips suckling at your clit, then his tongue delving into you to drink up every sip of sweetness you could give him.

Every noise you made sounded like a symphony, his moans and groans against you just bringing you closer to your release. Your thighs shake softly around his head, his hands quickly moving to your thighs, Shayne's muscles rippling as he held your legs open. You let your head fall back on the mattress, your hips bucking into him as your eyes squeezed shut.

With a small whine, he pulled back for a short second, his eyes meeting yours again as his lips dripped of you. "Y/N.. you taste like fucking heaven."

He quickly darted his tongue across your clit teasingly before latching his lips around it once more, the feeling sending you over the edge as your vision blurred. Your muscles tightened, gripping at his sheets as you moaned out his name and strings of obscenities. Shayne pulled away from your dripping cunt with a lazy grin, his face soaked with you, the sight sending chills down your spine and your hands tugging at his face. You pull him in for a kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips as you main against him, the taste of yourself mixed on his tongue.

He pulled away with a groan and a soft chuckle. "You have no clue how long I've wanted to do that for.."

Shayne made quick work of shoving his pants aside, kicking them off the bed with his boxers to be delt with later. You trailed a hand down his chest, meeting his fist as he stroked his throbbing cock.

The whimper he let out rang loudly in your ears as you looked up to him, finding his eyes already on yours.

"Can I–" "Yes, please." You interrupted him, almost making him laugh before you're pressing your lips to his, your hands gripping gently at his biceps, barely able to hold on to his arms.

Shayne makes quick work of sliding his tip between your slit, groaning as your wetness coated him. He pushed in slowly, groaning as he let his head fall into the crook of your neck, your moans mixing in the cool air.

He places a few slow kisses to your neck as he buries himself inside of you, your warmth and tightness enough to make him crazy.

Shayne couldn't imagine he'd ever get to be here with you, and fuck, was it so much better than he would've thought.

With slow, deep thrusts he begins to stretch you with ease, your lips muttering his name. He takes a second between his rhythmic thrusts to take in the view, your body beautifully on display as you take his cock with pleasure.

Your walls clench and tighten around his shaft, tension coiling inside of you as each jolt of Shayne's hips takes you closer to your climax. Feeling his muscles tense as you grip gently at his back, pulling him closer to you as you cum around him.

Shayne moans your name against your skin as you do, his brows pulled together tightly as his breath hitches in his throat, unable to hold on any longer. He fills you quickly, his parted lips finding yours in an instant, the kiss a mess of moans and whimpers as you came down.

Shayne pulled out slowly, much to your dismay, his lips pecking gently at yours. You can feel your heartbeat everywhere, your breath labored as you lay back into the mattress, letting your eyes flutter shut.

A small chuckle escapes the man above you as he settled into the bed beside you, pulling you into his side. Shayne presses his lips faintly to your forehead, smiling softly, his cheeks pink.

"I think that test was well worth the prize." He teased, giving you a gentle squeeze before getting up, heading into the adjoined bathroom.

You sit up a bit, rolling your eyes as you hear the water running. "What if I make you do the test every time?"

The blonde man returned with a grin and a damp washcloth as he nudged you to lay back again, gently cleaning up the mess he had made as he placed a few chaste kisses to your thighs.

"All l'm hearing is that you've planned my new work out routine and that we're gonna do that again." Shayne chuckled, your cheeks flushing as he rummaged through his clothes, finding a shirt and some sweatpants for you to borrow.

As you two quietly dressed, he hummed in thought. "Hungry yet?"

Shayne had kept you over much later than you planned that night, feeding you a delicious new Mediterranean dish he'd cooked before bending you over the kitchen counter.

You two found each other the next few nights in a row after that, leaving you standing in Shayne's kitchen again. This time, digging in the freezer for his tub of ice cream, his Pikes Peak shirt adorning your body.

A quick slap on your ass has you laughing and standing up quickly, a playful glare being shot at Shayne as he grabbed a spoon, poorly hiding a laugh.

"Can I ask you something?" He began, taking the lid off of the carton you held before sticking the spoon in. You nodded, his words making you shovel the spoonful in quickly.

"Whatever this is that we're doing.." Shayne let out a small chuckle as he gestured between the two of you. "You're okay with it, right?"

You hadn't put much thought to what exactly you two could be classified as, besides an issue for HR.

"I am, but we probably shouldn't be doing whatever this is since we work together though... right?" You trailed off, holding the spoon out to him.

Shayne nodded, taking the bite before continuing. "Right, thought so too." He hums in thought for a moment before holding out his pinky finger. "Sworn to secrecy."

You couldn't help but laugh as you rolled your eyes, linking your finger with his.

You'd managed to avoid shoots with Shayne for a few days, you honestly weren't sure how well you'd be able to keep your composure around him now. As the week finished up, a TNTL popped up on your schedule, one you hadn't previously been slated for.

'did you get me put on a shoot?'

You were quick to send Shayne a text, recalling him mentioning being on the Blind Pairs early in the week.

'you think have that sorta pull without making it look weird?'

Your phone pinged, Courtney's head popping up from their desk next to yours, your cheeks flushed as you offered them an apologetic smile.

'i do, but don't ask questions, Kiana said we could probably use some help'

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath as you prepared yourself. Shayne had definitely been trying to see you at work, but you were able to excuse away every reason to run in the opposite direction.

He hasn't brought it up to you outside of work yet, and you were so thankful. You didn't want to avoid him, but quite literally the opposite.

Now that you've opened this door, you don't wanna go back. You wanted so badly to feel the ripple of his muscles under your fingertips, feel his lips exploring your skin; you'd do anything to touch him, to do anything you absolutely shouldn't be doing to him at work.

So your simple solution was to dance and dart around him. If he teased you that badly before you two began.. whatever it is, you didn't want to imagine how bad it'd be now.

As the clock ticked on, you chewed at your lip, heading towards the set with Court and Amanda. Shayne stood off to the side, chatting with Damien and Garrett, but his eyes darted to you as soon as you entered the room, a smile tugging at his lips.

You kept your eyes off of him as best as possible, but as you stood beside Erin and Luke you'd realized your mistake, Shayne darting toward the divider right by you.

When he'd come back from wandering off set for his bit for Angela, you couldn't take your eyes off of his arms. The shirt was probably two sizes too small, but you didn't mind.

"Oh, shit.." Shayne groaned, the sound causing your cheeks to flush, brows raised as you find him stuck in the shirt. You watch for a moment as Garrett and Chanse attempt to help him to no avail.

"Y/N.. can you help?" Shayne called out, his voice wavering with laugher as your giggles finally began. You stepped on to the set, just barely in view of the camera.

You slip your fingers under the tight top, feeling every valley of every muscle as you push it up, your hands running against Shayne's abs and chest as you finally get it over his torso before gliding your hands to his biceps.

The laughter of everyone around you seems silent as Shayne's heavy breathing feels like it in your ear, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath.

You grip at his biceps, trying your best to be gentle as you pull him free, his muscles throbbing from the restriction. Shayne let out a groan of relief anda bit of laughter as he finished tugging it off, tossing it aside as his eyes met yours.

He didn't even have to tease you, he just had to be stupid enough to do that again.

#so this is my first smut ive posted 🫣#please lmk what yall think #mine #shayne #shayne topp #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp smut #shayne topp smosh #yall want chapter three? what ab chapter four?

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feral-teeth · 3 months

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Being in the military can really suck the life out of you (and so can other things if you let them)

This fic is SMUT AND EXPLICIT- minors dni

#feral-teeth fics #feral-teeth smut fics #smut fics #smosh #smoshblr #smosh fic #tommy bowe #spencer agnew #shayne topp

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shutupandreadthisfanfic · 7 months

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Damien tries his hand at ASMR on stream for the first time.

#fanfiction #completed #smosh #smosh squad #shaymien #shayne topp #damian haas #nsft #smut #lemon #fanfiction recommendation #rpf

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lilac-hecox · 1 month

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Title: Amanda's Birthday Party

Pairing: Shayne/Amanda - Shaymanda

Rating: Spicy / PWP

Summary:

“Wow, so you’re hilarious, hot, and a great kisser. What can’t you do, Shayne Topp?”

“Karaoke,” Shayne says weakly.

Amanda laughs, her thumb coming up to swipe away a little bit of lipstick that has clung to Shayne’s mouth.

“Well, you gave me one present tonight. How about I give you one back?” she says slyly, nodding her head towards the bathroom.

Warnings: A pwp/smut so keep that in mind.

Notes: A full length smut based off the anon ask I got that prompted Shayne and Amanda sharing a tipsy/drunk kiss!

#my writing #my fic #my fics #shaymanda #polysmosh #smoshships #smosh rpf #smosh fanfiction #pwp #smut #spicy #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfic #archive of our own #fanfiction #ao3fic

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sibsteria · 2 years

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YouTubers Masterlist

[] smut

[] fluff

[] angst

[] platonic

Smosh

Spencer Agnew

Editor to Editor

Ian Hecox

Damien Haas

Shayne Topp

Lasercorn

8-bitryan

No One Like You [old]

Dawko

With You [old]

Jacksepticeye

Bottomless Chasm

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 1 year

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Multi-Fandom One Shots

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/84hYzd5

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Noah Grossman/Keith Leak Jr., Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray/Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Rouge the Bat/Wave the Swallow, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jonathan Joestar/Erina Pendleton, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Haida/Retsuko (Aggressive Retsuko), Haida/Tadano (Aggressive Retsuko), Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff, Crack Crossover, Sometimes angst?, Will only write smut if requested, Songfic, Too many titles based on songs lol, Will add more fandoms eventually, plot heavy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/84hYzd5

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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ao3feed-todoiideku-deactivated · 1 year

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Multi-Fandom One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NRvlbfX

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NRvlbfX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #iideku

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pedropascallme · 6 months

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚Smosh Boys Masterlist

Office Hours (prof!Damien)🫀💋🌷

Take Me Home (prof!Damien) 🫀💋🌷

Teasing professor!Damien 💋🧠

Fatal Distraction (prof!Damien)🫀💋🌷

The Shower Scene 🫀💋🌷

More, More, More 🫀💋🌷

The Weather Ain’t Been Bad 🫀💋🌷

Wreck and Resurrect 🫀💋🌷

Didn’t You Miss My Voice? 🫀💋🌷

Lessons in Patience 🫀💋🌷

Slow Down, Lie Down 🫀💋🌷

#smosh #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh games #smosh squad #smosh fic #smosh fanfiction #damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x you #damien haas x reader #shayne topp #shayne topp fanfiction #shayne topp smut #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp x you

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sassylegshayne · 3 months

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can't take my eyes off you - chapter one

hi hello! it's been a bit since I've posted any writings but here's the beginning of a new Shayne fic!! I hope y'all enjoy and lmk what you think!! mwah xx lees

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Since you started at Smosh, you've had a staring problem that drove Shayne crazy. You never would've thought he even knew you were constantly looking at him, let alone how often he thinks about it.

He developed some of his own habits as a cause of this- constantly reaching his arms behind his head to stretch when you're around, finding any excuse to be shirtless in videos that you're apart of, tensing his muscles when he breaks into a fit of laughter. Shayne had never been one to enjoy being gawked at, but that isn't what you do.

You sneak small glances, your cheeks blushing instantly if he ever acknowledges you. Your silent admiring did wonders to make him feel wanted, so he didn't mind showing off for you.

When Thursday morning of filming week rolled around, you found yourself in the kitchen, humming in thought as you contemplated your snack of choice. The sound of the fridge opening behind you has you jumping a bit, turning to look over your shoulder as your greeted with Shayne's back.

The thin fabric of his black shirt stretched tightly against his muscles, the cuffed sleeves accenting his biceps nicely. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over them expanse of that man before you.

Shayne spun on his feet, a bottle of water in his hands as his eyes meet yours, your face turning pink. He didn't hide his smal smirk as he chuckled softly.

You glanced down, grabbing a bag of chips from the island in front of you, holding them u to Shayne with a small laugh, hoping it'd excuse you enough.

"Are you on the FBI shoot today, Y/N?"

You hated that your body reacted first, stopping yourself on your way to the door, looking over your shoulder to find his eyes already on yours. You stood with your mouth agape for a second, trying to compose your thoughts and yourself.

"No... not at the moment." You began, causing Shayne to tilt his head, encouraging you on. "Brennan mentioned something about being an extra set of hands, but have some stuff to work on here, so."

"I think you should help out." Shayne stated, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he folded his arms over her chest, not missing your eyes wandering to his biceps.

"Should I?" You asked, a hint of playfulness hidden in your quiet voice. Your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as Shayne neared you, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

He placed his hand on the small of your back as he moves past you, a soft chuckle rumbling through him.

"You'd enjoy it, if you do." He punctuated with a wink as he left the kitchen, his back to you as he walked down the hall.

A fucking wink.

That wink and the promise of enjoyment has a warmth running through your whole body and your legs moving swiftly to find Brennan.

Your mind wouldn't stop replaying Shayne's words, nerves and excitement mixing inside of you as you contemplate the endless possibilities. You were lost in your thoughts as you helped set up and unload some of the gear at the park.

Shayne and Spencer were chatting a bit as they stretched, warming up before the workouts ahead of them. You were trying your best to keep busy, untangling cords and running about to keep your eyes to yourself.

Shayne let you continue about without interruption, your anticipation rising with each moment that passed. Brennan and you stood off to the side as they began rolling, Shayne introducing the video with too much energy for how early it was.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself, as you always did when you got the chance to watch him like this. The man was a natural behind the camera and an entertainer in every sense of the Word, so it warms your heart to see. It's so clear that he loves doing what he does.

But what Shayne was about to also make clear is that he loves the attention from you. He was so happy to see you pile out of the van with the small group of crew, his heart fluttering as his grin nearly split his face.

He'd had a small plan hatched for you- knowing that his athletic abilities were going to be on display today, he figured he'd get to show you just how much he appreciates your attention.

When it came time for the sit-ups, you cheered on everyone, helping blow the whistle for the timer. Shayne looked to you after each joke he cracked, pleased with himself whenever he catches you laughing.

Shayne calls out, all eyes on you as you look to him confused. "Hold my feet?"

You nodded quickly, shoving the whistle into your mouth as a way to avoid speaking. You knelt down after Shayne laid back, your knees resting gently on his toes as your hands held his knees to steady yourself.

You meet his blue eyes and swear you could hear your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You blow the whistle on Kianna's mark, nodding your head each time Shayne came up to you.

His eyes were closed tightly, seemingly focused as a few low, gutteral grunts leave him, punctuating his situp. The sound from Shayne caused you to falter your grip a bit, a small whimper escaping you. You didn't think he'd heard you until Shayne began repping out a few more sit-ups, faster than before. You couldn't rip your eyes from him until he began screaming dramatically, daring to peak at you as you broke into a fit of laughter.

"46!" You call after the minute passes, everyone cheering him on as you get up quickly, your cheeks blushing as you move off camera.

So that's what he meant by your enjoyment.

Your heart felt like it was beating thousands of miles a minute as your mind reeled and you tried to calm your thoughts.

Shayne felt like he was coasting on a high from your attention, it just egged him on more. He was jittery with a mixture of anxiety and excitement as they continued on to the push ups.

"One more!" You couldn't help but call out as Shayne began to struggle toward the end, pushing himself through a final pushup. He stood, sending you a small wink and a smile before celebrating his 4 points, earning a giggle from you.

Kiana made her way to you, smiling softly. "Hey Y/N.." She began, batting her lashes dramatically as she prepared to ask you a favor. "Could you be the official counter? I wanna make sure we don't mess up the numbers, and you seem like you're doing just fine at keeping track."

You couldn't help the blush on your cheeks as she called you out. You agreed, not having been tasked with much else anyways. Shayne chuckled as he took a sip from his water wandering up to you.

"So who do you think is gonna come out on top?" He tilted his head a bit, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he fought down the nerves bubbling inside of him. He enjoyed the confident energy he gets around you from all of your attention, but that doesn't negate the butterflies you give him either.

"I don't know, I'm really rooting for Marcus, but lan might give both of you a run for your money." You poked, Shayne's brows shooting up as he held his hand to his heart.

"And to think, I'm trying to win this for you." He responded with a small laugh and another fucking wink before he turns, heading back in front of the camera. You took a deep breath, biting back a grin as you joined Brennan and Kiana on the sides.

You quickly found yourself lost in thoughts of Shayne as they called for the push-ups to begin, trying your best to keep yourself focused on the counting as Spencer began.

"27 pushups!" You called out to cheers, glancing around to find Shayne's blue eyes staring into yours, sending chills down your spine.

You keep your eyes glued to the mat, your lips moving with each count of everyone's reps. Shayne smirked to himself at just how much one small look could effect you, and he couldn't wait to keep pushing your buttons.

Your brows shot up a bit in surprise, laughter escaping you as Marcus declared that he could do at least 50, the sound catching your loverboy's attention. You could feel his eyes on you even as you kept your head tucked down a bit.

"Marcus might be safe from the game." Shayne announced, looking to you for conformation. You stood for a moment, your brain barely able to process anything for a moment before you finally held up one finger with a small smile.

"Okay, so you're one point away from not having to do the run." Shayne chuckled in disbelief as Marcus celebrated, your heart racing as Shayne moved to the mat.

You could only avoid staring for so long, at least now you have a reason for it.

"One.." You began as Shayne stopped quickly, laughing as he readjusted his angle, calling it a test.

"Who's counting?" lan asked, Shayne looking up at you with a grin, your eyes wide as they meet his, your breath getting caught in your throat.

"Y/N." Shayne stated simply, keeping his eye contact with you as he answered lan. He ducked his head down as he began his pushups, his biceps stretching the fabric of his shirt with each move.

You felt like your heartbeat thudded louder with each count, a small laugh of shock leaving you as Shayne pushes himself past Marcus' record with ease.

"60.. 61.." You called slower as he began to lose his momentum. "62!" You called the final count with surprise in your tone, earning you a small laugh from Shayne as he rose, flailing his arms loosely. You couldn't help but laugh, covering your mouth as you watched him continue his bit.

You stayed quiet, stewing in your own mind as you helped the crew gather everything to move on to the pull-ups. You had grabbed a few bags of equipment and slung them over your shoulders, spinning on your feet as you began the small trek, stopping as you feel the straps of one of the bags being lifted from you. You turn your head, met with Shayne's bright grin as he helped take the weight from you.

"Sorry.. I hope you don't mind, we're going to the same place anyways." He began with a small chuckle, your cheeks tinged from the proximity and the chilly morning air. You shook your head, smiling softly as your hands grazed each other's lightly.

"You oughta save your muscles for the pull-ups, shouldn't you?" You asked with brows raised, your voice low as you keep your eyes ahead of you, your ears filling with the sound of Shayne's laugh, your heart fluttering.

"I think I'll be okay, but I appreciate your concern." He set the bag down as you arrived to the bars, taking the others from you as he set them aside. You couldn't find anything to say as his fingers lightly grazed your arms, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest as you sucked in a breath.

"You have some wandering eyes... not that I mind." Shayne stated, his tone hushed as he took in the frazzled state his words left you in. You were on the verge of believing that he could make your blush permanent.

You couldn't even begin to let yourself think about how he had absolutely called you out, you were too busy focusing on the fact that he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"Take a deep breath, you're blushing an awful lot." He continued on, your mouth a bit agape as his word sent chills down your spine.

Shayne took a step back, a wide smile on his face before he turned around, joining the other cast members as they chatted. You took your time helping with set up, taking deep breaths, following his instructions, as you tried to calm your racing heart.

Shayne was putting on quite the show, and it was all for you.

You generously counted out Spencer's pull ups as everyone else cheered and called along with you. You couldn't help but laugh with Shayne as he defended the other man's form. lan didn't last long either, making your job seemingly too easy.

Shayne couldn't look away from you as you hollered and screamed words of encouragement for Courtney, your love for them was so clear and heartwarming. You kept cheering her on, rubbing her shoulder gently as you reminded Court that they hadn't lost any points.

You could feel his eyes on you as you return to your previous spot, hands placed gently on your hips. You called out Marcus' count, offering him his water with a bright grin as you praised him. Shayne could feel his heart flutter, he adored just how loving and caring you are to everyone.

You mention to Ki that Marcus had gotten enough points already to officially pass the test, letting her share the news for Shayne to announce.

He felt a bit of a weight on his shoulders as he shook his arms out, wiggling his fingers a bit before shooting you a small smile. You could already feel your pulse racing as Shayne wrapped his hands around the bar, his muscles flexing as he let his weight hang for a moment.

The chorus of other's counting helps you attempt to keep your mind on track as he begins, his eyes squeezed shut as he hisses a breath with each repetition. The sounds of his quiet huffs and grunts should be drowned out but you could swear he was right in your ear, at least, you wish he was.

Even with his eyes glued shut in concentration, his core and arms stinging from the abuse he'd already put himself through, Shayne can feel your eyes burning on him. Your counts are the quietest they've been yet, your voice barely above a whisper as it egged him on, making him want to push on further.

"14.." You called out, chewing on your lip as your eyes glided over his body, raking in every detail as Shayne began to waver a bit. "C'mon.. one more!"

Shayne grins at the sound, finding it in himself to push on for two more before dropping down.

"Those muscles can do something!" Spencer joked, causing an eruption of laughter as Shayne shot you a small smirk, chuckling. Shayne laughed along, flexing his muscle jokingly, his eyes on yours.

"I got eight points!" The man after your heart called as you cheered again, unable to wipe the grin from your lips or the blush from your cheeks.

You turned away, grabbing a few pieces of the camera setup as you followed Kiana's directions, heading to the next filming area. You finished unfolding the table for the runner's drinks as the cooler is slid on to the plastic in front of you.

You don't bother looking up as you bite back a smile, already knowing who had brought it to you. As you reach for the zipper, Shayne places his hand on the lid, preventing you from opening it.

"I know you liked that.." He spoke lowly, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you swallowed down your nerves to look up and meet his eyes.

"You passed already." You smiled softly, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks again as he nodded.

"Your little words of encouragement really helped." You hadn't thought you'd been that loud when you egged him on, but your voice would ring clear as day through anything for him.

Your cheeks had to of been tinted pink the entire morning, and Shayne couldn't wipe the grin he was giving you off his face if he wanted to. You met his eyes over the table, unable to help the bit of nervous laughter that escapes you.

"You're welcome, then. I'll cheer for you while you run." You offer as Shayne nodded, letting his eyes trail you over slowly for a moment, the look warming you to the core.

"Do I get anything for passing?" He teased, brows raised as he watch you fumble for a moment, caught off guard by the question.

You could feel the tension in your chest as you suck in a deep breath, your eyes wide. You two had never discussed any feelings or anything, but something told you that your answer would bring a lot of feelings to light.

"Maybe later," You respond after a few beats, nodding toward Kiana as she waved in your direction, "You've gotta go run now. Try not to lose any points."

Shayne chuckled, feeling the tables turn as he blushed brightly at your boldness. He nodded his head, giving youa small salute before jogging off.

Shayne and Spencer fell into pace beside each other at first, giving Spencera chance to call Shayne out on his behavior. "Are you showing off for any particular reason?" Spence laughed as they ran, Shayne quickly laughing and shaking his head. "You're sure?" Spencer egged him on while Shayne continued to deny it. As they rounded the turn where the table was set up, Spencer took off sprinting.

"I gotta impress the girls!" He called our dramatically as he ran past you, Shayne's barking laughter ringing out as he felt himself blush again.

He felt a bit of comfort when he glanced to you, finding your cheeks blushed as you laughed at Spencer. Shayne couldn't even find it in himself to feel embarrassed about showing off for you, he felt proud to do it.

You gave the group a round of applause each time one of them passed by, until word had spread that the run was going to be even longer, something you knew Shayne wouldn't be too happy about.

"Halfway there!" Kiana called to him as he protested, groaning and flailing about dramatically before taking off once more. You could hear his frustration in his tone as he finally stopped for a small sip of water, greeting you with a tired smile.

"Okay, your reward for this better pay off.." He chuckled, his voice just loud enough for you to hear, before jogging off again but not before stealing a glace at you over his shoulder. You nodded without thinking, eyes wide as you took in his state.

You'd never seen him sweaty and disheveled after a workout, and it was definitely spurring many thoughts on how you wanted to reward him.

You felt like your were counting down the moments until the shoot ended, even if you had no clue what was in store for yourself and Shayne after this, but you couldn't wait for it. You were pretty sure your heart was thumping just as loudly as his when he finished his last lap to cheers.

As the shoot wrapped, you found yourself packing away a few bags when Shayne approached you again, a grin on his face.

"I lost a few points, but stilled passed so that means.." He began, quickly helping you carry everything to your cars.

"That means I still owe you a prize." You finished, biting back a smile as you kept your eyes on the ground even as you could feel Shayne's on you. You felt goosebumps as he tood behind you while you packed everything away into the trunk.

You found yourself face to face with Shayne, no where to look but into his eyes, as you turned, your back against the tail of the car. You sucked in a sharp breath, the proximity setting you on edge, feeling your wants and needs for the man before you bubbling inside of you.

"I'm off after lunch." You stated simply, your mind racing with posibilities. Shayne looked at you in awe, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he was able to shake himself, caught off guard by your openness to him.

"Do you wanna come over? I'm off after this, I gotta head back to the office with everyone but after that." He found himself rambling a bit, feeling the blush deepen in his cheeks as his heart pounded on.

You swalowed hard, nodding your head as you barely hit back your excitement, a fit of giggles threatening to leave you.

#pt 2 is smut lmao dont worry #anyways enjoy hehe #shayne topp #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp smut #shayne topp smosh

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