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tatterings · 7 months

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Lamentable is the Autumn Picker Content with Plums - Chapter 2, "A Cool Evening's Rain"

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin

Rating: G (for this chapter, future chapters to be NSFW)

Tags/warnings: n/a for this chapter but this is a WIP. Contains spoilers up to early act 1

Word count: 2.5k

Note: This is the second chapter of first ever fanfiction! I’ve also posted this on AO3. Fic under the cut.

“ASTARION!”

The shout shattered the silence of the Emerald Grove, startling hundreds of birds into flight. They launched from their perches, wings beating against still air.

The thunder of his name also ruined the pale elf’s meditative state, awakening him with a start. Like a viper preparing to strike, Astarion’s body rolled from repose into a crouch, with one hand in a white-knuckle grip on his dagger, and his other hand braced against the weather-smoothed stone. He blinked against the early evening sun; a few days of daywalking did not negate being accustomed to 200 years of darkness.

“Astarion, my friend! Come and join us,” the same voice bellowed. Astarion couldn’t see the speaker from the center of the wide standing stone, but he knew it was the Arch Druid calling to him. Of his party, Karlach was loudest and could easily match the volume; but the voice’s rumbling tone could only belong to the druid. Whatever could Halsin want that’s important enough to shout like that?

Astarion’s forelock fluttered as the elf huffed, his lips in a pout. A little rest is better than none, I suppose. He sheathed the dagger and peered over the monolith’s edge at the Arch Druid, who towered above Lae’zel, Gale, and the other adventurers. Halsin’s white smile shone against his sun-kissed skin. His auburn braids looked almost red when they caught a sun ray.

The vampire sighed and hopped from the monolith, at ease with the sensation of falling thanks to centuries of prowling Baldurian balconies and rampart walls. His bent knees and ankles absorbed the initial force, and Astarion rolled into a somersault before springing to his feet. As he sauntered closer to the group, his companions stepped back to widen their gossip circle.

“Did you miss me, darlings?,” Astarion chirped, slightly inclining his torso forward, “Forgive me for not rubbing shoulders more. If I hear ‘thank you’ one more time, I’ll retch.”

“That is understandable to seek peace in solitude. I tend to avoid crowds myself,” Halsin grinned back, the crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes, “I apologize for startling you, Astarion. But I’d like to join this evening’s celebration at your camp and wanted to get your blessing as well.” The druid spoke with his calloused hands and had reached out to Astarion, stopping just short of touching his shoulder.

“My blessing?” Astarion tilted his chin up and peered at Halsin through hooded eyes. “Whatever for? Who am I to say no, if everyone else has already said yes?” he asked, with a flippant wave of his hand.

“Ah, I would never impose upon hospitality, Astarion. One’s home, temporary or not, is as sacred as this grove. And currently, you and your companions all share that home.”

Astarion cocked his head to the side and knit his brows together. Who is this Halsin? He’s certainly no vampire who needs permission to cross a threshold. “Er, well… by all means then, do join us.”

Halsin seemed to stand even taller over the heads of his companions. “I am relieved to have your invitation, Astarion,” he replied. “Before you depart though…” Halsin paused, holding his palms out and up towards the adventurers. “I am alive because of your kindness. The Emerald Grove still stands only because of your efforts. You must speak with Rath for your well-earned reward.” The druid waved towards the inner sanctum. “Go my friends, I will meet you later this evening.” The druid paused again, tilting his head forward, “I very much look forward to your company.”

Halsin’s honey-hazel eyes had met Astarion’s when he said ‘your company’. The stare had seemed to last for minutes, but truly was only as long as a heartbeat. Despite the brevity, Astarion’s eyes had darted across the Halsin’s face to avoid his probing stare. The pale elf breathed in relief when the druid turned and plodded to another part of the grove.

Probably off to pet bunnies, Astarion thought with a snort, brushing off the shiver he’d felt develop from the druid’s intense gaze. His party members had already begun to enter the inner sanctum. The vampire turned on his heel and strolled after them.

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Astarion slinked about the inner sanctum of the druidic grove, keeping himself amused while his party spoke with Rath. He feigned interest in weathered plaques mounted on flaking murals before he noticed that the druid healer Nettie had left her chambers wide open.

Don’t mind if I do, thought Astarion, as he slipped around the corner and into the healer’s chambers. The dead drow was in its same position, as well as its preserved mindflayer tadpole. Astarion tapped the glass of its jar as he rifled around the desk. The druids were not fastidious housekeepers, so there had to be a healing potion or some gold laying about.

Some pocket change was the best Astarion found, along with an aged hardcover notebook, bound in scarlet leather. I’ll take that, he thought, slipping it into a pouch. Ever the bookworm, Astarion appreciated the value (and the smell, admittedly) of old tomes. He continued his search for valuables, with movements so silent that he noticed the conversation with Rath had lulled. Time to go.

Before his companions had turned from Rath, Astarion positioned himself in front of the plaque he had pretended to read earlier. He made a show of whirling around from the mural. Are we all set, then? Can we go now, or will we be late to our own party?” Astarion said, gesticulating toward the exit as he spoke.

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Though the evening had grown late, the Tieflings’ laughter and cheers still flooded through the adventurer’s campsite. The refugees had brought food and drink with them, and throughout the evening their wine had flowed freely both into and out of goblets. The adventurers had already milled about and chatted with the refugees; they now sought to drown their battle fatigue in their cups.

Halsin shuffled in place at the edge of the party. The arch druid was not one to enjoy being the center of attention, nor used to a large circle of friends. But he enjoyed watching the others have a good time, and felt a smile tug at his cheeks as he observed the Tieflings carousing around the fire. His rescuers, however, had seemed to retreat over the course of the evening, preferring the company of their own party. Halsin could hardly blame them; their bond had grown as they fought for a cure for impending ceremorphosis. It was logical that they’d prefer to spend the evening with each other.

Lae’zel leaned against her whetstone, observing Wyll as he took her instruction in sharpening his blade. Halsin debated if conjuring a handful of goodberries would be worthwhile, as Wyll had quaffed several goblets of wine already. On the other side of the camp, Shadowheart seemed bemused by Gale and Karlach, cheeks flush with drink. They grew more animated as they swapped stories of their pasts. But what of Astarion?

Halsin peered through the darkness and found the pale elf alone, propped up on pillows outside his tent, goblet at his side and an opened book laying in his lap. Halsin was loath to interrupt someone engrossed in their reading, and hated distractions himself. But… he had to indulge his curiosity for both his own sake and that of Nature. He would need powerful allies if he were to complete some unfinished business he began long ago. Come the morrow, the Arch Druid would share what he knew of his rescuers’ strange tadpoles, as well as his own request to be more than a visitor at their camp. But for now, Oak Father willing, I can grow an ally into a friend.

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Crumbling pages and smeared ink made the red leather notebook almost impossible to read. Astarion tilted the book toward his lantern to catch any additional light. Even darkvision wouldn’t help, he thought with a pout, chewing his bottom lip, Damnable druids ought to take better care of their books. Reading aloud though, he considered, could drown out the noise from our guests.

“Katherin? No, that’s not it.. Ketheric! Ketheric is finished, but it cost us the land. Darkness has fallen, corruption is everywhere. Chased by shadows.. plucking?” he mumbled, stumbling over the smeared words, “No, no, that’s not it. PICKING us off, druids and Harpers alike. Our wounded were safe. I returned, searching for survivors.”

Astarion knit his brow upward, an ache in his chest for the writer. This was no textbook nor novel. This was a druidic diary. The author was a survivor of some century-old tragedy, judging by the book’s degradation. This druid was a noble fool, the vampire concluded, going back for survivors after a slaughter like that. Astarion crinkled his nose at the thought. The writer had absolutely no sense of self-preservation; and yet, had been strong enough to survive and write about the events. He bent his head closer to the text to continue. “Oh hells below, illegible in this part. But I found his shade. What in the devils is a shade? I put it to rest and took his glaive. Blade infused with… shadow?” Astarion nearly dropped the book, his mind racing back to the Emerald Grove.

The glaive, he puzzled, the one from the druid vault. Astarion recalled descending to the vault with anticipation of immeasurable loot. When it was not piles of gold they found, but some trinkets and the glaive, the vampire had been disappointed. Still, he had reached out to grab the glaive’s handle. When I touched it I felt… strange. At the time he had attributed the sickly feeling in his gut to jealousy, since Shadowheart had claimed the glaive with haste. But reading this... could that have been the influence of dark magic? He snatched the book up from his lap, held it close to his face and continued reading aloud, “I have locked it away, to serve as a… remembrance?”

“A reminder,” rumbled a deep voice, from over Astarion’s left shoulder, “To serve as a reminder that even victory can taste bitter.” The vampire’s hunch was correct. The glaive was the very one described in this diary. And the druid who survived the slaughter to author said diary was none other than..

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“Halsin!” yelped Astarion, slamming the diary shut with a wince, “I, er, do hope you’re enjoying your evening?” His thin fingers slid from the book to the stem of his wine goblet. “Fancy a drink? Red, white, what’s your poison?”

Halsin couldn’t fight back the grin that grew by watching Astarion squirm. The vampire was nearly always well-composed. To see him with flushed cheeks and eyes rounded with feigned innocence was… Adorable, Halsin thought, like catching a cub with his paws in the honeycomb. “Ah, no thank you Astarion,” the druid rumbled, lowering himself to the ground to sit beside the smaller elf, “In truth, I rarely imbibe. The stuff goes right to my head.”

“Now hold on,” Astarion chirped, relieved to change the conversation from the stolen book. “You’re telling me that an elf of your… stature,” Astarion waved a hand from Halsin’s head to the ground, “can’t handle his liquor?”

Halsin nodded, auburn braids falling from behind his pointed ear. “Truly. It would take only one drink, and I’d begin singing - terribly, might I add - or professing true love to the nearest person I could grab,” he said with a grin, gently nudging Astarion with his elbow. In the darkness, illuminated only by the campfire and Astarion’s lantern, Halsin swore he saw color rush to the pale elf’s cheeks. “So, I avoid drink, and spend my time in research instead. I see you, too, find dusty old tomes irresistible,” Halsin said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Well yes, it’s hard to find a good book outside of Baldur’s Gate, and you druids have such a vast library.” The vampire peered up at Halsin with half-lidded eyes. His pale eyelashes seemed to flutter. “Surely you all wouldn’t miss one neglected notebook?”

“Indeed,” Halsin replied with a wink, “especially one written so long ago. I can hardly find fault in someone who simply… picks up a book in eagerness to learn.” Though it was amusing and endearing, thought Halsin, to catch Astarion off-guard, the druid was relieved when the smaller elf’s posture relaxed into a comfortable slouch. “It seems to be slowing down now, but how have you enjoyed the party, Astarion?” Halsin questioned.

A deep sigh escaped Astarion’s pink lips. Halsin felt drawn to them and caught himself leaning towards the pale elf ever so slightly — the charms of a vampire, perhaps?

****

“You know, I never pictured myself as a hero, never thought I’d be the one they’d toast for saving so many lives,” Astarion said, gesturing with his goblet before taking a long drink. “And now that I’m here… I hate it. It’s awful!” The pale elf lifted his goblet to his lips again but did not take a sip; instead, he studied Halsin over its rim. “And what did I get for my efforts? A head pat and vinegar for wine.”

A laugh boomed from Halsin’s chest and he met Astarion’s gaze with another wink. “No good deed goes unpunished,” the druid said, nodding as he spoke. “It makes sense to feel uncomfortable with being lauded as a hero, when there is still so much darkness in the world,” Halsin finished, and reached out to pat Astarion’s knee in comaraderie. When touched, the smaller elf’s posture stiffened again; Halsin pulled his hand back into his lap.

Astarion wasn’t sure why he had balked at the druid’s large hand resting on his knee. Stupid, stupid, he told himself, why did I not hold his hand? Everyone else already has plans for the evening; I can’t pass up an opportunity to secure Halsin. Touch, for the vampire, had meant either seduction or pain for the past 200 years. It was difficult to break old habits.

“I would say that you don’t know the half of darkness in this world, Halsin, but judging by the..” Astarion paused, placing his palm on the red notebook, “histories I’ve read now… perhaps you’re not as naïve as most druids.” Astarion pushed the notebook away and leaned toward the larger elf. “What with your type’s habit of screaming ‘genocide’ when others must fell trees for firewood.”

Halsin seemed utterly unflappable and merely chuckled at Astarion’s accusation. “Indeed, many of my younger fellows have yet to see the wider world beyond the grove,” Halsin admitted with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “I don’t mean it as a boast, but over the centuries I’ve become well-traveled. I’ve seen my fair share of darkness and of light. Of kindness and of cruelty. Of creatures from this world, the hells, and of the Astral Plane,” he continued, watching Astarion raise his goblet of vinegar-flavored wine, “but I’ve never come across a vampire until meeting you, Astarion.”

Astarion choked on the wine, sputtering into his cup.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 months

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Back in the 1900's, it was acceptable for women to propose on leap day.

The Shuttle takes place in 1907, with the climax happening toward the end of the hop picking season (late fall.) It's not too crazy to assume that the hop pickers getting better -> Dunstan showing Rueben Vanderpoel around the estate -> (assumed) proposal timeline goes up until early December.

But what if Dunstan drags his feet about proposing because after everything they've been through, he's absolutely terrified that she might say no. Christmas passes. New Year's passes. January passes. The first twenty-eight days of February pass.

And then Bettina says "nope no more of this I'm tired of waiting for him to get the guts" and come Leap Day, February 29, 1908, Bettina Vanderpoel proposes to Lord Mount Dunstan.

Can you guys imagine how absolutely floored he would be? I feel like he might faint, tbh.

#the shuttle #shuttleposting #bettina vanderpoel #lord mount dunstan #kazzy subliminally forces all of you to read the shuttle (1907)#headcanon #leap day #the shuttle spoilers #I personally *don't* headcanon that this is how it happened for a number of reasons #(this takes away the burden of Dunstan's sacrifice of his pride and also i like the proposal fic i already wrote them better)#but this is fun to think about #happy leap yeap!#frances hodgson burnett

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akwardlyuncool · 1 month

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Sitting To Know Your Collection Project 2024 (January - TBD)

So in 2024 I've been doing a little album listening project with my CD collection. Essentially every week I spin the picker wheel that is filled with a list of all the CD's from my collection, that I've cataloged so far and give it a few plays throughout the week.

For those who have decent sized physical music collections, you know there's just some stuff that doesn't get played or doesn't get played enough. Hate to say it, but some things sit and I figured why not try and dust them off a little bit. (It also forces me to work on my CD cataloging project.) It's called "Sitting To Know Your Collection" because the challenge is to sit with your music and get to know it a little better.

I have a friend who did something similar a few years ago, so shout out to him for most likely planting the seed in my head a few years before it would manifest into my own take.

All that being said, and I know I'm informing folks late, but I figured someone else might want to challenge themselves too, so I figured why not share my hella subjective rules that can be modified to fit whatever you got going on.

Rules and Such:

It can be any genre you choose, just pick a "new" album from your collection every week to show some listening love to. (New as in different.)

Track the albums for yourself or with friends.

PS: I made a tracking template if anyone wants it.

Go for as long or short of a time period as you want. (My initial goal was to go from January until the end of September, but I'm liking the project so much, that I might extend it out till the end of the year, who knows.)

This is a side quest to your regular music listening habits. Replay the album as much as you want, but at least twice works within the spirit of the challenge.

If you don't have any physical music but this still sounds fun to you, just hop on the streaming service of your choice and pick a new album from there every week.

No pressure. No Stress. Just fun.

*Not Official Rules (just somethings hella specific to me):

Since I always show love to my soundtracks, they are not part of the project, neither is any album that has made it to my favorite albums of all time list. Just to be fair.

Last I try to only do full albums, but every once in a while I'll allow myself an EP.

So that might pose the question, what albums have I listened to so far? Great question! Because I'm sharing this like 3 months in, I'm gonna post monthly roundups for January, February and March. Then starting sometime in April, hopefully I'll get to sharing last week's album on a weekly basis. The good thing is though, I've been keeping up with it on my Instagram, so copy and paste will be involved.

Stay tuned for January.

And if you participate, I'd love to know! Let's talk about what you're sitting with!

#Sitting To Know Your Collection 2024 #Sitting To Know Your Collection #Physical Media #CD Collection #CD's #Vinyl

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hendolish · 7 months

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jack hopping on the pickers trouser short trend🤨

#why do they do this lol #thick thighs gang ???#england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #hendolish #jack grealish #grealo #grealish #jordan pickford #pickford #Everton #man city #manchester city

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heronstill · 29 days

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Hop pickers,Faversham England 1920

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federer7 · 2 years

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Hop pickers arriving at the Kentish hop fields. England, August 1910.

Photo by Topical Press

#Topical Press #Hop pickers #1910 #august #Kentish #hop

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mahgnib · 5 days

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Hop pickers in Faversham, England, 1920

#20th century #photography #agriculture

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Fictober 13/31 -- “I don’t want you to do that.”

I was gonna save this for a different prompt, but this was really the only one I could get to fit, so. “Why is Steve the one pointing out it’s scummy when he couldn’t even tell Tony that Bucky killed his parents” WE’RE BETTER THAN THE MCU HERE. It’s over 1K so look out for under the cut!

Somehow, it was Clint who spilled the beans. No one had really expected it, and by the look on his face, even he looked startled that he’d exposed himself.

“What did you just say?” Lottie asked, turning to give him her full attention. Her brows furrowed together, an almost scowl—stern, not willing to accept a lie. “What did you just say to me?”

Clint opened and closed his mouth, helpless, before he finally sighed. His shoulders sagged with the motion, dropping under the weight of his shame. “I said, I’m surprised you don’t wear more tank tops. Because you don’t seem to really care about your appearance. So I was surprised you were embarrassed of your stab scars. Because. I’m. An asshole.”

Lottie tipped her head, staring at him, before her eyes darted over the rest of the Avengers. Apparently, she got whatever answer she was seeking, because her eyebrows dropped into a real scowl, angry and embarrassed. She stood up, hands gripping into fists. “I don’t want you to do that.”

“We understand, Lottie,” Steve answered hurriedly. “That was scummy. We shouldn’t have—”

“You could have just asked me,” Lottie cut in. “It happened to me. I should be able to tell my story, not—not all these reporters who don’t know me, who were just trying to get dirt so that a senator’s son looked good or bad, depending on what side they were on—”

“Lottie,” Thor began, standing as well.

“I’m not going to change, you don’t have to get ready to corral me again,” Lottie exclaimed angrily, voice slowly growing louder and louder. “I can control it! This is why I didn’t want you to—You’re already treating me differently! Nothing about me has changed! I’m still me, still Lottie, I bake cookies and sew dresses and read books—NO,” she screamed as Thor approached her. “I’m not changing I can control it I don’t need you to—”

Thor reached out, wrapped his arms around her before she could dodge, and yanked her into his chest. He held tight, burying his nose in her hair. “You’re still you,” he assured her when she froze against him. “And you’ve always given very good hugs.”

Lottie stayed stiff against him, trembling with emotion, too overwhelmed to speak. Finally, though, she let out a sob, sagging against him. Her hands came up behind him and dug into his shirt, squeezing tight until her knuckles went white.

Natasha stood from the loveseat and offered it to him, and he gratefully took it, carefully pulling Lottie down on top of him. Once they were seated, she walked over, sitting down beside Clint. He started to get up, felt a knife in his ribs, and gingerly sat back down.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, in your own words?” Tony asked quietly, sitting forward in his seat, and ignoring the shocked glare Bruce shot him. “I should have known better. I know what it’s like to have your story told wrong for you.”

Lottie turned her head, glancing at them through one red eye, then leaned back from Thor with a sniffle, tucking her hair back behind her ears. “How much do you already know?”

“Pretend we don’t know anything,” Natasha replied simply.

Lottie nodded a little, considering. Finally, she said, “I grew up on a working farm. Hops. Berries for local pickers. It was outside a small town. Everyone knew everyone. Because I was so young when my mutation presented itself, and because my parents provided a lot for the school and community, they felt forced to accept me. But over time they realized I wasn’t dangerous, and then my sister presented with a mutation in middle school, and by that time a few other kids had too. I don’t want to say we were accepted with open arms. But. We weren’t considered a big deal, I guess. At least to adults. Our classmates didn’t really care. Kids. You know.”

“It probably helped that you would show off,” Tony offered, remembering their previous conversation. “Nakedness aside.”

At that, the corner of Lottie’s mouth quirked up, almost against her will. “Yeah. Big cats were everyone’s favorites, because I could carry people around on my back. It sort of… sort of cemented my mutant code name, I guess. Everyone started calling me the Queen.”

“Because lions are kings of the jungle?” Clint asked.

“Yeah,” Lottie replied with a shrug. “So they started calling me the Queen, and I sort of ran with it.”

“When you say mutant code name,” Steve began, brows furrowing together in confusion. “Are you talking about like—the X-Men? Did you go to Professor Xavier’s school?”

Lottie let out a bark of laughter. “Ha! No. Oh, I was offered,” she added, rolling her eyes. “Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr both came to our house to rally me to their side.” She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, lips curving into a smug smile. “When I realized that I’d have to go alone, away from my family, and especially from my twin sister even though she was also a mutant, I didn’t want to go. My dad chased them away when they didn’t like that answer.”

“…Your dad,” Bruce repeated in disbelief. “Your dad chased away Professor X and Magneto.”

“And my mom,” Lottie offered with a blasé shrug.

Natasha leaned forward. “Lottie, are your… are your parents also mutants?”

At that, Lottie seemed to hesitate. She started curling her hair around her finger, like they’d learned she did when she was nervous or thinking. Finally, she said, “Well, my mom isn’t.”

“But your dad could be?” Clint asked, frowning in confusion.

Lottie let out another laugh, not as amused, more scoff-like. “I’m not going to fucking ask him.”

Tony remembered what he’d found in the darkest corners of the SHIELD database. Phil was at least a decade younger than his brother, which meant that Lloyd Weber must have remembered a lot more prejudice against mutants, a lot more hiding, a lot more abuse heaped on them. Maybe even remembered when the Xavier Institute had been opened. The fights between the ‘X-Men’ and ‘the Brotherhood.’

The newer generations seemed to be more open, more welcoming, but you simply didn’t ask people of a certain age if they were a mutant. He’d mention that to the others later, especially Steve, because he didn’t seem to understand, but not in a way where he was going to say so.

“Why do you think they backed off?” Bruce asked, more wondering than wanting an actual answer.

“There’s something about my dad,” Lottie admitted. “I’m not going to say it’s a mutation or anything. Sometimes it’s not that. But my dad… he’s not a man who gets angry. He’s not… a very emotional man. I never thought like he didn’t love me, or anything,” she added quickly. “I know he does. He shows it in his actions, not his words. But when he does get angry. Woof,” she muttered, hunching her shoulders as she started down at her lap. “If I didn’t know better, I would have said the air in our house froze.

“Charles and Erik were both still trying to argue their cases, even though I’d already said no, and I was starting to get to distressed, and… my mom asked them to leave. And when they tried to insist…” She shivered a little at the memory. “Well. Insulting his daughter and his wife. In his house. Quite frankly, I think he would have ripped them both apart with his bare hands if he had the chance, but he just told them once, very firmly, to get the hell out of his house and leave his family alone. They tried to pretend they were leaving because they wanted to, but everyone knew they were scared.”

“I, also, am scared,” Clint declared. “I never want to meet your dad. This sounds like a mistake.”

Lottie shrugged again. “It’s funny you say that, because most people really like my dad.”

“I mean, he helped raise you, so he must be a good man,” Thor said.

Lottie went faintly pink. She coughed awkwardly. “Anyway. That was the backstory.”

“Do you want to be finished for the day?” Bruce asked kindly.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not upset about it anymore. It’s been ten years. Almost eleven,” she added thoughtfully. She shook her head. “I mean, there’s not much to tell that you don’t already know, apparently. My parents wouldn’t let us go to Mutant Pride when we were minors, so the minute Frankie and I were eighteen, we started planning to go. It was up in Portland. We had family there on my mom’s side that said we could stay with them for the weekend. My older sister was coming with us to keep an eye on us. She’s always been pretty protective, so we didn’t think anything of it. So we went to Mutant Pride. We were having fun. There were anti-mutant protestors there, of course, but we knew that would happen. No one knew there was a faction of extremists who meant to kill as many mutants as possible until they attacked. I was one of the luckier victims.”

“That’s something we don’t really know,” Natasha said. “You survived, but was that part of the mutation?”

Lottie scoffed. “My dad’s good with his hands. As soon as Frankie and I decided we were going to Mutant Pride, he started making an umbrella for my older sister. To shade from the sun,” she said, raising a sardonic eyebrow. “As soon as she realized I was in trouble, Laura popped the umbrella end off the handle and started beating my attacker with it. My dad made it out of a police baton.”

Everyone stared at her for a moment, stunned. Finally, though, Thor clapped her on the shoulder with a laugh, nearly knocking her from the couch. “It sounds like your family is made up of very strong, clever people,” he praised as Lottie righted herself. “I shouldn’t have expected any less!”

“Yeah, haha,” Lottie answered weakly. “Ow.”

“The papers couldn’t agree how many times you were stabbed,” Clint said before Thor could get too concerned. “Ranging anywhere from once to a dozen times.”

Lottie blinked at him, confused, before she rolled her eyes. “Ah, that’s because my family didn’t want to tell them, and they couldn’t get it from the hospital, and I was too injured for the police to interview for a while.” She stood, turning to show them her back, and reached over her shoulders to pull the back of her shirt up. “I was only stabbed seven times.”

“Only,” Steve repeated weakly. The scars were even worse, now that he had the story for them—seven puckered marks starting from her shoulder and ending at her mid-back.

“He only really got my lung, and they were able to fix it in surgery,” Lottie continued, as if she wasn’t making the blood drain out of Steve and Bruce’s faces. “Nicked my kidney, too, but only barely, so it healed up fine. I was lucky.”

Not everyone had a kid as old as they were stabbing them, she didn’t say. Nathan Stern had been just freshly nineteen, they’d found in their deep dive—other attackers had been well into their sixties and full of hatred for mutants. Lottie’s attacker had been insecure and scared, had cut himself with the knife and made the handle too slippery to get a good grip, and as soon as her sister had been a target, Laura Weber had turned into an avenging angel. Stern had had to be put into a medically induced coma to survive her retaliation. He’d been lucky, too. Unfortunately.

“And, Phil came and sat with me at night when I wasn’t supposed to have visitors, and he bullied the police,” Lottie sighed, dropping her shirt. “Mental and physical therapy, I’m paranoid now blah blah blah. You know the rest.”

Natasha opened her mouth.

“Yeah,” Clint cut in. “We know the rest.”

Natasha slanted him a sharp look, but he slanted one back, so she sat back in her seat with a sharp nod of reluctant agreement. They could ask about the letters on a different day, when she wasn’t feeling so sharp and prickly, so betrayed that they’d go behind her back. She’d never once seemed like the secretive type, she could admit. They could have simply asked what she’d rather they do and follow her lead, instead of making the decision for her. She needed time to come to terms with what they’d done and decide what to do with that.

She didn’t seem terribly upset about it, now, but they’d learned she was just like the cats she turned into, that way—she hid her hurt away, licked her own wounds, and it was luck to find that she was upset. This had been a breech of trust. They would follow her lead until she decided what to do with it.

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shawnsprincesse · 2 years

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Roaring engines (Shawn Mendes AU)

WARNING, this story contains:

Sex

Dirty talk

Pickering is a small town and nothing really happens there, so when Gina’s cousin takes her to an industrial area for some illegal street racing Gina doesn’t expect much. She definitely doesn’t expect to get fucked on the hood of a car in a deserted neighborhood.

aka

I have a car kink, here’s some street racing and kinky sex.

AN: this is definitely a sidenote but I imagined Gina as Stephanie Beatriz for some reason. You can obviously imagine anyone you want.

”Ready?” The tall brunette asked as he looked over at me from the driver’s seat. I looked out the windshield where two guys had drawn a white line on the street with those crayons made for children. It wasn’t even a straight line but it didn’t matter as long as the cars were standing behind it.

How’d I end up with a stranger in his matte black, very expensive Audi you may ask. Well, the short answer is that my cousin Becky is in a different car, standing next to us behind the crayon drawn line, with her boyfriend and since everyone drive in pairs I ended up with this stranger whose name apparently is Shawn.

Apparently street racing is what the kids in Pickering do during the weekends. There’s a industrial area that basically shuts down completely after five pm on Friday’s and no one sets foot in the neighborhood until 7am on Monday. The police probably know that the kids in town use this area as their own street racing venue but they probably don’t care at this point, maybe they even feel bad for the kids since there’s literally nothing else to do in this boring suburban town.

I’m not even from this town and I can already tell that it’s probably the most boring town ever. I can sort of related to that though, I grew up in a rural farming town where there was literally nothing to do during the weekends. I moved to New York as soon as I could, I fought hard to get good grades in high school because I was desperate to get away from the small town I grew up in. I’ve lived in New York for a little over a year now and I love it. I love the people, the buildings and the pulse of the big city. I love being surrounded by people everywhere I go and I love that everything is always open and available, I can go shopping at nine pm if I want and I can go clubbing whenever I want using my fake ID. It’s such a different vibe from the small town where my cousin Becky is currently stuck.

I feel bad for Becky but then again she’s a senior in high school and soon she’ll be able to escape this town if she wants. Toronto isn’t that far away and I really don’t understand why she doesn’t just hop on a train and go there on the weekends but then again, knowing my aunt and uncle they’re probably super strict with her when I’m not around. At least the parents living in this suburb are rich and willing to spoil their children. I mean someone’s gotta pay for these expensive fast cars and I’m sure the kids themselves aren’t paying.

”Yeah.” I replied as I looked over at the car next to me where Becky was sitting with her boyfriend.

”Pretty bold of you to get into a car with a stranger…” Shawn grinned as he kept his hands on the wheel, he was more than ready to floor it the second his friend outside the car waved his arm in the air, indicating that the race was on.

Shawn was right, it was pretty bold of me to get into a race with someone I don’t know, for all I know he could be a shitty driver and get us killed by the second corner but since he’s managed to survive so far, I think we’re good.

”You seem to know what you’re doing.” I replied with a shrug as I watched his fingers wrap around the thick, black steering wheel. The car was of a slightly older model but it had a lot of work done. I’m sure these kids have nothing better to do so they probably put all their free time, money and energy on their cars. ”Besides, I tend to easily trust men with brown eyes.” I said as looked over at him in the driver’s seat. Not only did he have pretty, trustable brown eyes but he also had dark brown curly hair and a few tattoos scattered across his exposed light brown, tanned skin. He was my type of guy for sure and I wasn’t mad about the pairing at all. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to have a good night and an even better orgasm.

”Oh really?” Shawn grinned as he looked out of the windshield, waiting for his friend to signal that it was time to start the race.

The boring industrial neighborhood was made up of several blocks with dimly lit street lights, grey buildings and backyards full of garbage or whatever else was scattered across the lots. There was no people to be found and if Pickering hadn’t been filled with rich white families, the area would’ve probably been way sketchier and filled with drug addicts or homeless people but now it was just an arena for the town’s teenagers to mess around.

”Mhm.” I hummed as I too looked at the tall boy standing outside the car.

It was warm outside, summers in Canada are beautiful, there’s so much light and natural beauty once you leave the big city and Canada is filled with beautiful scenery. It was nine pm and the sun was still up, gracing the edge of the horizon and tinting the sky into a soft pin color. It was beautiful.

Shawn was dressed in a white T-shirt and despite the heat a black leather jacket with silver buttons on it. He’d paired everything with a pair of light washed skinny jeans and there was a silver watch gracing his right wrist and a matching silver ring wrapped around his middle finger on his right hand. He was tall, dark and handsome which was everything I was looking for in a man and I couldn’t believe my cousin hadn’t told me about him earlier.

”Becky didn’t mention she has a hot, older cousin.” Shawn grinned as he glanced over at me in my seat. I was wearing a black crop top with a heart shaped cleavage, the straps were pimped up with some cute rhinestones and the black was low cut with cute criss-crossed straps. It was a typical go-out top and I may have been a little bit overdressed but it all worked out fine since I ended up in a hot stranger’s car. I’d paired my crop top with a pair of ripped jean shorts and a pair of cute black, heeled sandals.

”Well, now you know.” I grinned as I leaned back in the premium leather seat.

The boy outside the car waved his hand and the race was on. All four cars that had been patiently waiting by the chalk white line zoomed down the street. Shawn pressed the pedal to the metal and I could feel myself sink into the seat below me as the car sped off. Shawn looked concentrate, his eyes focusing on the road ahead as he, without looking, reached for the gear shift to change gear. His legs moved swiftly, his knees hitting the bottom of the dashboard, as he pressed down on the clutch and released it over and over again before reaching the maximum gear.

”Sorry, I didn’t get your name?” Shawn carried on the conversation as if we weren’t zooming down the street at 80 miles per hour. The streets in the industrial area only had one lane going in each direction but they were wide enough for the cars to pass by each other. There was no other traffic, the area was completely empty and it was like the street lights could barely be bothered to stay lit because they too knew that nobody was gonna walk or drive by them.

”It’s Gina.” I replied with a giggle. Shawn swiftly swerved around a large corner, his leg stomping on the break as he shifted down to a lower gear before speeding off again.

I had no idea if there was a price involved in this race or if they were just competing for fun but Shawn seemed determined to win. The car roared loudly as he shifted gear again, his hand blindly guiding the stick into its right place as if he’d done it a million times before, he probably has done it a million times before.

”Gina…” Shawn repeated my name as if he wanted to taste every syllable and see what it would sound like coming out of his mouth. ”So like-” Shawn paused as we zoomed down another wide road. The road felt much smaller and shorter than it probably was. The grey concrete buildings zoomed by us way too fast and I could feel the butterflies inside my stomach come to life as I watched Shawn swerve around another corner. The tires squeaking as he stomped on the break in order to avoid making too wide of a turn. ”Did you guys grow up together?” His tone indicated that he had no idea what else to say and that he wasn’t really interested in my relationship with my cousin but he was too concentrated on the race to come up with an actual conversation starter.

”Yeah, we did.” I laughed softly as I watched his right hand grab a hold of the stick to guide it back into another gear. The car roared as he pressed the gas while simultaneously easing up on the clutch. So far we were in the lead, not that I cared. I was slightly impressed by his driving skills and I had to admit that if this was the only entertainment these kids had during the weekends, then it was at least a fun and thrilling experience.

”So is it like your mom and-” Shawn continued to small talk as his eyes focused on the road. I could tell that he was completely uninterested in my family tree but he still wanted to talk about something.

”My mom and her mom are sisters.” I giggled as I watched the buildings zoom by as we entered our second lap.

”Right…” Shawn hummed as he reached for the hand break. Since this was an older model there was still a physical hand break instead of a button like the more modern cars have. Instead of breaking with his right foot, Shawn pulled the hand break as we entered the curvy part of the road. The car swerved and the tires shrieked as they rubbed against the warm asphalt. Shawn never lost control as he skillfully turned the wheel and followed along the cars movement. I’m pretty sure he was just trying to show off because the friction between the tires and the ground probably wasn’t the best thing for the sake of the car.

I winced a little as the car drifted closer to the metal fence closing off one of the industrial lots. I trusted Shawn not to total his car and kill us but it still made me a little nervous that we were surrounded by metal fences and concrete buildings.

”You’re not scared, are you?” Shawn sounded both worried and a little amused as he noticed my squint in the corner of his eye.

”No.” I replied with confidence as I straightened up in my seat, I refused to come across as a wimp especially now that there was a smug grin plastered across his perfectly sculpted lips.

”Good.” Shawn exclaimed as he looked over at me, giving me a quick wink before turning his attention back to the road.

We rounded the last corner and Shawn once again pulled the hand break as we crossed the finishing line. I felt the force pull me forward as Shawn forced the car to come to a completely stop before shutting it off. He stepped out of the car and raised his arms in the air, celebrating his victory.

”Fuck yeah!” Shawn called out as the rest of the cars joined us by the finish line. ”You all owe me 20 bucks!” Shawn cheered as he watched his friends jump out of their cars. I let out a chuckle as I noticed the excitement on Shawn’s face. It was such a boyish thing to be excited over but I mean it was all for fun so I couldn’t really judge him or anyone else. ”Hand them over!” Shawn called out as he walked around his friend group and collected his reward.

”This was just a warm up.” Shawn’s friend called back as he bitterly handed over a twenty dollar bill to his friend. ”Imma win this round and then you owe me forty.” Shawn’s friend exclaimed loudly to make sure everyone heard him and Shawn laughed in amusement as if he was unbeatable.

”Alright, let’s go! You and I!” Shawn sounded vindictive even though he’d already won.

Shawn jumped back into the car and this time there was only two cars waiting at the white chalk drawn line.

”If I win this, you can have half of it.” Shawn spoke proudly as he playfully roared the engine to challenge his friend.

”Thanks.” I laughed, I wasn’t in desperate need of twenty dollars but if he wants to give them away for free I’m good with that.

Shawn’s friend once again motioned for the raise to start and the cars sped off. This time the race was more even than before, Shawn’s friend was right there next to us as we swerved around the first curve. I could feel the butterflies twitch inside my stomach as the two cars almost brushed against each other despite the wide road.

”So…” Shawn once again trailed off without knowing where the sentence was going. ”Are you like half Dominican like Becky?”

”Yeah.” I couldn’t help but to laugh a little at the awkward conversation we were having. It was clear to me that he didn’t know what else to ask or say while driving.

Shawn’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he blindly reached for the stick to shift gears. I let my eyes trail over his concentrated face as he kept his brown eyes on the road. There was something about them that made me trust him, maybe it was the dark color or the depth of them. Shawn pursed his lips into a thin lined pout as he concentrated on his driving. His long legs struggled as he pressed down and released the clutch, his thick thighs almost brushing against the lower part of the steering wheel as he continued to alter between the gas, break and clutch.

I was impressed and kind of turned on at the same time. There was something about the concentration on his face mixed with his skillset that made my pussy tingle. I usually don’t get turned on that easily but the thrill of going 80 miles per hour in an industrial area was probably also contributing to my arousal.

We rounded the last corner once again and I watched as Shawn pulled the hand break right on time, stopping the car right above the finishing line only seconds before his friend. Shawn flashed me a cheeky grin as he looked over at me.

”Would you look at that, I beat your ass again.” Shawn rolled down the window as his friend pulled up next to us. He rolled his eyes at Shawn as he was once again found himself defeated.

”You’re just lucky.” His friend called out dismissively as Shawn’s entire face was beaming in amusement.

”Luck has nothing to do with it.” Shawn called back at his friend before rolling up his window. ”Unless, you’re my lucky charm.” His grin widened as he stared back at me. It was such a cheesy thing to say but I let it slip because he was hot. Hot people can get away with anything.

”Maybe I am.” I returned a cheeky grin as I looked at him. Shawn’s eyes shifted towards the curly black hair as I twirled it around my finger. Shawn kept his eyes on me, the car was still on even though the rest of the people were starting to exit their cars to take a break before the next round. I could feel the sexual tension between us and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by going outside and joining the other’s so instead I decided to improvise. ”Can I try?” I asked as my eyes met Shawn’s gaze. His eyes shifted as he stared at me slightly confused, the grin on his lips slowly faded as he realized that I was serious.

”Do you know how to drive a stick?” He asked as he looked at me skeptically. He stayed silent as if he was waiting for me to smack my forehead and say oh gosh golly, I totally don’t know anything, I’m such a dumb little girl. Okay, maybe he didn’t expect me to say exactly that, but he definitely didn’t expect me to say yes.

”Yes!” His eyes widened as he stared at me, slightly impressed by my answer.

”Are you sure?” He asked, wanting to make sure I was capable of driving his fast car. I rolled my eyes a little as another small grin spread across my lips.

”I grew up on the country side, I’ve been driving stick since I was 14.” I pointed out with a cheeky grin as I stared back into his brown eyes, challenging him to interrogate me further before he handed over his keys to me.

”Okay fine.” Shawn said as he pulled the car key out and placed it in my hand. He could’ve just left it in the ignition but for some reason he wanted to firmly place it in the palm of my hand.

The butterflies inside my stomach fluttered as I felt his large fingertips brush against my soft skin. A smirk spread across Shawn’s lips as he stepped out of the car and held the driver seat open for me to climb inside before he seated himself in the passenger seat.

”If you total my car, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Shawn spoke with a low, dark voice as he watched me fasten my seatbelt. I let out a small laughter as I pressed the key into the ignition.

”Sure, but you’re gonna have to pay for my funeral.” I raised my eyebrows at him challengingly as the car came to life with a big roar. ”And you’re gonna have to tell my mom that I’m dead and she’s gonna be devastated.” I whispered with a low flirtatious voice as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes.

Shawn watched as I pressed down my left foot on the clutch. His eyes diverting towards my small delicate hand as I wrapped it over the large stick to pull it into the first gear. My left foot slowly eased up on the clutch as my right foot pressed down the gas and just like that, we were off.

”See, no problem.” I gloated with a big grin in amusement as I shifted into the second gear. I pressed down the gas hard and shifted straight from the second to forth gear before once again easing up on the clutch. Shawn looked a little taken back as I gave it my all, my hand once again swiftly shifting to the sixth and highest gear as we reached enough speed.

The car ran perfectly fine and it was a pleasure to be able to drive again. I hadn’t driven anything during my year in New York, there’s no point in owning a car or driving in the city. I kind of miss going on long late night drives every now and then.

”I can handle a stick.” I boasted as I looked over at Shawn with a smug grin on my lips. He was grinning too as he watched me shift down before the big curve. I swerved around the curve just like Shawn had done earlier and he seemed mighty impressed by my driving skills as he watched me stomp on the break and clutch while simultaneously shifting the gear all the way down to the second gear before pressing the gas and shifting back up again after the curve.

”I never once doubted you.” Shawn replied teasingly as I pressed the pedal to the metal and sped off down the street. I didn’t turn where Shawn had previously turned, instead I continued straight as I maxed out the speedometer at 100 miles per hour. The car could probably go even faster but the industrial area was small and I didn’t wanna top out the speed if I had to turn around a few miles down the road.

”You look surprised?” I asked as I arched my eyebrows at him, my grin reflecting the confidence I was feeling inside.

”I mean-” Shawn shrugged as his eyes watched me intently as I focused on the blurry road ahead of me. ”Most girls don’t know how to drive stick.” Shawn shrugged as he watched my bare legs shift in my seat as I stomped down on the clutch and break.

”Well, I’m not like most girls.” I grinned as I spoke with a low seductive voice. My eyes gave him a quick glance as the car almost came to a stop before I managed to make a complete U-turn. “And I grew up on a farm.” I added with a chuckle.

”I can tell.” Shawn cooed as his eyes shifted towards my right hand as I pushed the stick into place before easing up on the clutch again.

”So…” I hummed as I pressed the gas down. I didn’t know my way around this town and the easiest thing to do was to turn back around and drive the same way back. ”How long is this break gonna be?” I asked as I looked over at Shawn. I wasn’t driving nearly as fast as before because I wanted to be able to talk at the same time.

”I don’t know, like twenty minutes or something.” Shawn shrugged as he looked back at me, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes. I could feel the sexual tension between us, his dark brown eyes were unable to tear away from my body and I could tell by his facial expression that he was both impressed and a little turned on by my driving skills.

I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I swiftly swerved around a random corner. I had no idea where I was going but considering the entire neighborhood was empty, we were sure to have some privacy either way.

”Wanna fuck?” I asked boldly as I looked over at Shawn in the passenger seat. My sweet grin widening as his eyes widened in surprise. He looked back at me with beaming eyes as I turned around another corner. I couldn’t find a parking lot or anything else, just a bunch of fenced up industrial lots.

”I thought you’d never ask.” Shawn replied with a cheeky grin as he looked over at me.

”I’m kinda disappointed that I had to ask.” I whispered as I bit the corner of my bottom lip.

”Why’s that?” Shawn asked as he looked at me with curious eyes. His brown eyes went from a pure chocolate brown color to a deep, dark brown lustful color as he stared me down in the car.

”I was under the impression that you’re the kind of guy that just takes what he wants.” I spoke with a flirtatious, low voice. I like my men dominant, maybe that’s why I’m such a sucker for guys with dark hair and dark eyes.

”Alright, stop the car.” Shawn cooed as he looked at me with serious eyes.

”What?” I snorted out a laughter, we were in the middle of a dimly lit street in front of what looked like a warehouse.

”You heard me, stop the fucking car.” Shawn repeated himself, this time it wasn’t a request but more so an order.

”Fine.” The tires screeched as I stomped down with both feet on the break. I shifted the gear into neutral and turned the car off as I looked over at Shawn with my eyebrows arched. ”Happy?”

”Get out.” Shawn instructed me with a firm tone and I could feel my insides tingle as he stared me down with his dark lustful eyes.

”Yessss Sirrr.” I purred sarcastically as I reached for the door handle and exited the car. Shawn slammed his door shut as he met me in front of the car.

The sun had finally set outside and the only thing illuminating the street was the warm street light. The sudden change in Shawn’s demeanor indicated that he understood exactly what I wanted and he was willing to give it to me. I more than happily leaned forward as Shawn grabbed me and pulled me up against his body. His warmed mouth came clashing down against mine as we stood underneath the dimmed street light.

His mouth tasted sweet like sugar and I was instantly swept off my feet. He kissed me hard, his lips rubbing tenderly against mine as he continued to devour my mouth. Our tongues danced together in union as we tasted each other and explored each other’s mouths.

I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue brush against mine, mixing our saliva together before sliding over my bottom lip and leaving me empty handed.

”Damn-” I whispered breathlessly as I stared up into Shawn’s wild eyes. The soft grin gracing his lips widened as I stared back at him in disbelief.

I couldn’t say anything else before Shawn grabbed me by my hips, his large palms brushing against my exposed skin as he pushed me back against the hood of his car. I let out a soft moan as he attached his lips to mine again. He kissed me hard as he trapped me between the hood of the car and his large body.

I ran my fingers over his white T-shirt as he continued to skillfully manipulate me with his tongue. It was hot outside and he was still wearing a leather jacket to my dismay. I brushed my hands over his shoulders, forcing my palms under the leather fabric to push his jacket off of him. Shawn let his jacket fall to the pavement as he was completely consumed by my mouth, his warm tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

I continued to run my hands over his body, feeling every inched of his clothed torso before shifting my attention to his now exposed arms. My eyes quickly glanced at his lightly tanned skin and the black ink on his arms before closing themselves again. I was instinctively leaning into the kiss and my mouth acted on its own as my hands continued to explore every inch of his body. His skin felt warm and soft against my fingertips as I raked them down his muscular arms.

”Do you want me?” I whispered as Shawn finally broke away from the kiss. He nodded eagerly before he tried to contain his excitement. There was no point in hiding it, I could already see it in his eyes - and his pants.

”Yeah…” Shawn breathed out heavily as he looked down at me. My hand shifted from his wrist towards his lower stomach as I continued to trail my fingers down over the bulge in his pants. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the large bulge in his pants. I could feel the outline of his cock through the Demin fabric and from what I could tell, he was definitely above average.

My eyes focused on Shawn’s face as I continued to palm him through his jeans. His eyes widened as I added more pressure to the palm of my hand. He let out a soft groan as he watched me lick my lips in anticipation.

Shawn quickly closed the gap between us, his mouth hungrily devoured me as I continued to rub my hand against his hard cock. I closed my eyes as I leaned into the kiss, his tongue swirling against mine as I continued to caress him. Shawn let out another soft groan as I increased the pressure against his cock, I could feel him get harder as I continued to stroke him through his pants.

”Mmm, do you want my pussy?” I moaned softly into his mouth as I opened my eyes to scan his face.

His dark brown eyes stared straight into my soul, his cheeks were flustered and his lips slightly swollen from rubbing against my mouth hard.

”Yes, fuck.” Shawn let out a low grunt as I continued to stroke his cock.

”You’re gonna have to take it baby.” I whispered encouragingly. I wasn’t sure if he needed the confidence, he seemed to already have enough confidence and I’m sure I wasn’t the first person who’d wanna fuck him.

”Oh baby, I will.” Shawn grinned as he smashed his lips against mine again. He kissed me with his open mouth, his tongue now familiar with the taste of my mouth and the feeling of our tongues brushing together.

He kept his hands on my hips as he lifted me slightly onto the hood of the car before hovering me. He pressed his large, heavy body against mine, trapping me against the large car. I continued to rub my hand over his bulge to show him just how much I wanted his cock and how desperate I was to have him inside me.

”Better get to it before I change my mind.” I whispered teasingly against Shawn’s lips. I let out a soft gasp as Shawn’s hands trailed over my chest. He squeezed my breasts through the fabric of my crop top before sliding his palms down the side of my body towards the curves of my hips.

A soft grin spread across Shawn’s lips as he leaned in to kiss my neck. His warm mouth felt like heaven against my sensitive skin. I was purring like a kitten on the hood of his car as his wet tongue pressed against my warm skin. His hands reached over to unbutton my jean shorts. His long fingers slowly unbuttoning each button in a teaching manner.

I let out a moan in frustration as he sucked on my skin. His warm mouth trailed up and down every inch of my neck before returning to my mouth. His brown eyes looked deeply into mine as he passionately kissed me. His hands tugged my jean shorts down and I was left in my panties. I spread my legs slightly as his large hand trailed over the laced fabric of my panties. I let out a quiet moans as I felt his large fingertips tap against my entrance. I was already wet and needy for him and we’re barely even getting started.

My eyes widened as I felt his hand slide down over my exposed stomach, he pushed the thin laced fabric aside as he buried his hand between my legs. I swallowed hard as I laid on top of the hood of the car. Shawn’s fingers trailed over the soft, glistening skin beneath my panties and I inhaled sharply as I felt his fingertip press against my wet hole.

I bucked my hips against his hand, needy for his touch as he barely brushed over my entrance while I continued to rub his cock through his pants.

”You’re so wet already.” Shawn exclaimed as a smug grin crossed his lips. He sounded a little surprised but I wasn’t the least bit surprised, he was hot as fuck and I could just feel how hard his cock was through the fabric of his pants.

”Yeah…” I gasped as I felt his long fingers slide up my wet slit, exploring every inch of my soft and sensitive skin with his fingertips.

”Bet you’ll feel so fucking good around my cock.” Shawn murmured into my ear as he continued to hover me on the car, the only thing between us was his slow moving hand.

”Mhmmm.” I moaned as I felt his fingers press lightly against my clit. It was like his fingers tapped an invisible button that made my insides completely explode. I could feel the sharp tingles inside my body as he pressed two fingers against my clit and rubbed it slowly in circles. ”Yesss.” I gasped as he swirled his fingers over my clit. I could already feel my pussy pulse and clench in anticipation and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

Shawn stared at me intensely as he watched me enjoy his soft touch. He continued to swirl my clit around in circles, adding more and more pressure to my clit every now and then as I laid on the hood of his car, gasping and moaning already desperate for a release.

”Don’t stop.” I whimpered as I pressed my hand against his hard cock, a little too distracted by his touch to be able to continue my own teasing. My eyes shifted between Shawn and the moonlit sky above me. It was a beautiful night outside and inside my body there was chaos. ”Fuck!” I bit my bottom lip as I furrowed my eyebrows. My eyes refusing to look away from Shawn as he skillfully manipulated my body. ”Oh fuck, it feels so good.” I swallowed hard as I sucked on my own bottom lip, my voice desperate and pleading as Shawn continued to rub my clit even harder.

”Are you gonna come for me baby?” Shawn groaned, his voice low and seductive as he stared at me with glistening, brown eyes.

”Mmm yes.” I moaned as I curled my toes against my heeled sandals. My mouth stayed open as one moan after another continued to escape my mouth. I was completely consumed by his touch and it was like a fire was going off inside my body and there was nothing I could do to stop it. ”Oh my God.” I breathed out heavily as I reached for his lower arm, desperate to hold onto something as I laid on the bare hood of the car.

”Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.” Shawn dirty talked as his eyes focused on me. He rubbed harder, his fingers now pressing with force against my sensitive clit. I fought to keep my legs spread properly, my thighs were already aching and my stomach was clenching hard in anticipation.

It felt like I was swooning off the car as I bucked my hips against his touch. I couldn’t control myself any longer, I was so close to my orgasm and so desperate to come at this point.

”Are you gonna take all of my cock like a good girl?” Shawn continued to whisper into my ear, his heavy breathing tickling my ear lobe as his heavy body hovered me on the car.

”Yes, fuck yes.” I mewled like a desperate hoe. What can I say dirty talk and dominant men makes me weak.

”Think you’ll be able to handle it Gina?” Shawn whispered teasingly as he playfully licked my earlobe.

”Mmmm yes.” I moaned as I felt his entire palm press against my clit and rub over my pussy. I was soaking wet and I could tell that Shawn could feel it too. My pussy was dripping for him and the dirty talk made me a messy puddle. ”I can handle it.” I purred sweetly as I felt his mouth press a light kiss against my tragus.

”Are you sure?” Shawn teased me, a smug grin spread across his lips as he felt my hips grind against the touch of his hand, desperate for a release.

”Give it to me and I’ll prove it.” I whispered challengingly as I looked into Shawn’s lustful eyes.

”How badly do you want it baby?” Shawn asked as he used his free hand to undo his zipper. I still hand my palm on top of his cock but I was too distracted by Shawn’s touch to do anything in return.

”So, so badly.” I emphasized the O’s with loud desperate moans. My lips turned into a soft pout as I looked up at Shawn through my innocent black lashes.

”Tell me what you want…” Shawn continued to taunt me as he looked down at me, my innocent gaze turning him on even more.

”I want your cock baby, fuck. I’m so fucking wet, I need to feel your cock inside me.” I begged sweetly as I looked up at Shawn, my doe eyes twinkling in excitement as I batted my innocent lashes at him multiple times.

”Fuck-” Shawn choked out as he looked down at my pouting lips. He wasn’t the only one that could dirty talk, I was more than willing to match his energy.

”Please baby.” I purred pleadingly. I was so close to the edge and I wasn’t sure if I was begging for a release or begging for his cock or begging for both. ”I’m so fucking close.” I whined as I felt his fingers rub my clit harder and harder. He didn’t stop as I bucked my hips higher and higher. I felt the intense sharp tingles take over my body as my pussy began to pulse in anticipation. ”Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I moaned over and over again as he furiously rubbed at my clit, determined to make me come. ”Fuck, I’m coming.” I announced loudly. I probably didn’t have to announce it because I’m pretty sure you could tell by my scrunched up face and the way my body desperately swooned off the surface of the car but whatever.

I came hard, it was like my pussy got its own heartbeat for a second. I could feel the walls inside me contract as my muscles clenched hard. My orgasm ripped through my entire body making me writhe against Shawn’s touch and the hood of his car.

”Mmm.” I moaned as I felt the waves of pleasure consume me. My mind was completely lost and for a second it was like my soul had left my body. ”Fuck, that was good.” I breathed out heavily. ”I haven’t come that hard in a while.” I admitted with a soft, cheeky grin as I looked up at Shawn.

”That was just the warm up.” Shawn grinned as he looked at me with lustful eyes.

He hooked his fingers between my panties and pulled them down as I laid completely spent on top of his car. Shawn began to strip as he stood in front of the car, he pulled his white T-shirt over his head and dropped both his jeans and boxers to the ground. My eyes trailed over his perfectly sculpted body, his shoulders were broad, his chest toned and his abs and V-line perfectly cut out. I was almost too distracted by his muscular body to notice the hard cock between his thick thighs. It was definitely above average and I could feel my pussy clench just at the sight of it.

The tip of his cock was already glowing from the pre-come coating it. It was like God couldn’t choose between thickness and length so Shawn’s cock was blessed with both and I wasn’t complaining.

”Fuck.” I whispered to myself as I stared at the gorgeous man in front of me. I breathed in and out heavily, causing my chest to rise and fall as I let my eyes trail up the large cock.

”You look surprised?” Shawn hummed teasingly, repeating my question from earlier as he flashed me a cocky grin.

”I am.” I moaned softly unable to tear my gaze away from the hard cock between his legs. Damn, I couldn’t even anticipate this even though I’d felt him through his pants. ”It’s so big.” I mouthed quietly as I looked at the light pink skin on the tip of his cock, all I wanted was to feel his soft skin against my tongue.

”I’m just gonna get a condom.” Shawn reminded himself as he walked over towards the passenger seat, he probably kept a stack of them in the glove compartment.

”Fuck condoms, I need to feel all of you inside me.” I groaned as I looked at him pleadingly. ”I swear I’m clean.” I’d gotten tested three weeks ago and everything was fine.

”Are you sure?” Shawn asked as he looked at me skeptically, his body already making its way back to me while is mind continued to hesitate.

”Do I look like I’m unsure?” I arched my eyebrows at him. ”If you’re clean we’re good.” I pointed out.

”Alright then.” Shawn grinned as he returned to his initial position in front of me.

”Good, because I really need to feel all of that inside me.” I emphasized the word ”that” as my eyes widened at the sight of his large cock. ”Bet it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” I moaned as I spread my legs for Shawn.

He hovered me on the hood of the car and I let out a soft groan as I felt his warm body press against mine. I could feel his cock grind against my pussy as Shawn pressed his weight against me. I moaned eagerly as I felt him slide his cock between my slit, coating his soft skin with my juices.

”Fuck, just put it in me.” I mewled desperately as I looked up into Shawn’s dark brown eyes. ”I need to feel your cock inside me.” I whispered pleadingly as I caressed his body with my soft hands, feeling every inch of his skin beneath my small fingertips.

Shawn winked at me as he reached down to adjust his cock against my entrance. I let out a soft gasp as I felt his soft tip against my wet entrance. He slid into me slowly inch by inch as I laid on top of his car.

”Oh my God.” I gasped as I felt his entire length inside me. My pussy clenched around his thick shaft as he buried himself inside me. I was dripping wet and his cock was already soaked in my juices.

”God, your pussy feels so good.” Shawn groaned against my ear as he stayed buried inside me. I could feel my body slowly adjust to his large size as Shawn moved slowly inside me. Thank God we didn’t use a condom, holy fuck, his cock felt so fucking good I’m pretty sure a condom would ruin it. ”You’re so fucking tight.” Shawn growled as he grinding into me, missionary style. His heavy weight rested against my body as he grinded deep into my pussy, his butt clenching and his head buried against my ear as he humped me hard.

”Holy fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” I moaned as I felt the tip of his cock hit my G-spot. I don’t know anything about biology but I’m pretty sure he could literally break me or my cervix at this point.

”Shit, you feel so fucking good Gina.” Shawn groaned into my ear as he started to slide in and out of me with long, hard strokes.

I felt his cock slide through my tight walls and my body was instantly filled with pure desire. I forced myself to keep my legs spread, allowing Shawn to bury his cock even deeper inside me with every stroke. He picked up his pace as he shifted his weight onto his elbows as he hovered me. I watched as his muscles contracted while he thrusted deep into me.

”Just like that baby.” I moaned encouragingly into Shawn’s ear as I ran my fingers through his hair, my hips swirling around his cock as he continued to push into me with long, hard thrusts in a slow grinding motion. ”Your cock feels so fucking good!” I moaned as I continued to trail my hands over the nape of his neck, down his shoulders and along his contracting biceps.

”You’re so fucking wet!” Shawn exclaimed as he unintentionally slid out of me. I let out a displeased moan as his cock left my hole empty. Shawn stood up properly and grabbed me by my legs, pulling me off the hood of the car. He motioned for me to stand up as I slid down the curved hood of the car.

I let out a soft giggle as Shawn eagerly grabbed me and turned me around, bending me over the hood of his car. I let out a soft moan as he squeezed my ass and kneaded my cheeks before separating them to push his thick cock into me from behind.

I let out a loud moan as I felt him enter me all over again, this time I was a little more used to his size and my pussy was more than ready for him to fuck me hard. ”Who made you this wet baby?” Shawn growled into my ear as he hovered me from behind. I could feel his warm chest press against my back as he whispered the dirty words into my ear. His cock grinding slowly into me like before.

”Fucking hell.” I moaned as I felt the tip of his cock deep inside me. ”You did!” I whined as I pressed the palm of my hands against the matte painted hood of his car.

”Did I?” Shawn sing-sang teasingly as he slowly grinded his cock into my pussy.

”Yes, you did.” I purred like a kitten as he filled me up.

”You’re so fucking hot.” Shawn moaned against my ear before standing up properly. His cock thrusted into me with long strokes, his speed increased a faster grinding motion as he pumped into my tight hole. I stood bent over with my feet steady on the ground and my heels still on. ”Look at your tight little pussy, taking me so good.” Shawn groaned as he kept one hand on my hip and the other on my lower back as he pushed into me.

His cock moved all the way back to his tip before he pushed back into me. The long strokes were great for build up but I was already frustrated and aching for an orgasm. ”Mmm, fuck me harder.” I pleaded softly as I pushed back onto Shawn’s thick length.

The desire was consuming me and my entire body. I couldn’t stop even if my life depended on it. His thick cock felt so good and I was completely consumed by his entire body and his overwhelming presence. ”Your thick cock fills me up so good.” I moaned as I pushed my hips back, adding force to our grinding movements.

”Fuck, your ass looks so perfect.” Shawn moaned as he squeezed my butt. I let out a soft whimper as he squeezed my ass cheek hard before smacking it in a playful manner. ”I love watching you push back on my cock.” Shawn groaned as he stopped for a second, watching me do all the work as I thrusted back onto his cock. I let out a series of moans as I worked my ass onto his cock, pushing back hard with every stroke. My breasts were almost spilling out of my tight crop top as I kept my elbows on Shawn’s car for support.

My pussy swallowed his entire cock with ease and Shawn continued to watch as I fucked myself on his cock. ”Fuck!” I cussed to myself as I pushed back hard. Our hips colliding with force as I bent over Shawn’s car. He kept his hands firmly on my hips for guidance as I slid onto his cock.

”Keep going!” Shawn moaned encouragingly as I kept thrusting back onto his length. My knees felt weak at this point, the feeling of his thick cock inside me was overwhelming to me and I could feel every muscle inside my body ache for a release as I unintentionally tensed up where I stood. ”Such a good girl, taking me so deep baby.” Shawn groaned as he grabbed onto my hips to help me slide back onto him.

He squeezed me hard as he began to meet my thrusts, his hips slammed against mine with force as he pounded into me. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the moonlit night as we stood in the middle of the street, bare and sweaty while fucking each other raw. I had never been fucked like this before, it felt so good that I almost got scared I would never feel this way again. Maybe this is the best sex I’ll ever have, I might as well enjoy all of it then.

”Fuck yes, you fuck me so good!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as Shawn thrusted into me from behind. His hands squeezed me tightly as he guided me back onto his cock. The two of us worked in union as I stood bent over with my hands on the hood of his car and he stood behind me. He was pounding into me at a slight angle from below, making me purr like a kitten with every thrust as he hit the perfect spot. ”You fuck my pussy so good baby, holy fucking shit.” I moaned as I felt him drill into me hard, his thick thighs slammed against the back of my thighs as he buried his cock deep inside me. ”Making me feel so fucking good…” I chimed encouragingly as I let my palms slide up the hood of his car as he forcefully pushed into me.

”You’re so hot-” Shawn choked out as he thrusted into me. ”And your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my hard cock. You look so fucking hot, bent over while taking all of me.” Shawn praised me in return.

”Mmm yes.” I whimpered as I felt myself stand up on my tippy toes in anticipation. He pounded into me with force as one of his hands reached over to rub my clit, making me swoon off the ground as the sharp tingles coursed through my body.

”Are you gonna come on my cock?” Shawn growled as he felt my walls clench around him.

”Yes, God yes.” I moaned as I felt his cock force my walls apart. They once again had their own heartbeat as he manipulated my sensitive skin. ”I’m so fucking wet for you.” I whined as I felt his fingers flicker across my clit, making me go wild.

”I know baby.” Shawn cooed sweetly. ”You’re so good for me baby, taking me so deep inside your tight pussy.” Shawn continued to praise me as he swirled his fingers across my clit, rubbing me hard with every thrust as he slammed into me, making my entire body wiggle against the hood of the car. ”I’m so fucking hard for you baby, my cock’s literally throbbing.”

I’m a sucker for anyone who calls me a good girl and tells me how good I am, that is literally my weakness.

”I’m gonna come.” I whimpered as I felt my tight walls clench around Shawn’s thick shaft. I couldn’t hold back any longer, his fingers on my clit was too much for me and I couldn’t fight the orgasm back any longer. The waves consumed me, making my legs shake as Shawn pulled me back against him as he filled me up completely.

He stayed still inside me as I came hard around him, my walls literally pulsing around his sensitive skin as he pulled me back as hard as he could against his body. ”Ohhhh fuck.” I whimpered, my thighs were aching and my legs almost shaking as he held me in his arms. My body writhed in his tight grip as I came undone hard around him, his heavy breath teasing me as he breathed into my ear.

Suddenly my orgasm was interrupted by a loud noise. I let out a soft groan as Shawn reached down for his jeans and I was left empty handed way too soon.

”What?” Shawn yelled into the phone as he answered.

”Where the fuck did you go? We’re waiting!” I heard Shawn’s friend coo through the phone and I let out a giggle as I looked back at him, his face flustered, his skin glistening and his forehead sweaty as he stood bent over with his jeans still in his hands as he spoke into the phone.

”Fuck, I’m coming, two minutes tops.” Shawn promised his friend as he ended the call.

”Two minutes?” I pouted as I looked over at him with a playful grin.

”We might have to cut this short.” Shawn groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He seemed just as disappointed by this as I was.

”But you didn’t even get to come.” I pouted in disappointment as I watched Shawn grab his clothes off the ground.

”Dosen’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.” He grinned as he began to get dressed against his will.

”Can’t they wait a little longer?” I pleaded with a soft, cheeky pout.

”Connor’s already pissed.” Shawn groaned as he pulled half of his t-shirt over his head before opening the door to his car.

”Fine.” I pouted as I pulled my panties back on and swiftly buttoned up my short. I got into the car and Shawn quickly started it back up. I felt a soft tingle rush through my body as the engine roared and the car was brought back to life.

I glanced towards Shawn’s lap and quickly noticed that his zipper was still undone. I leaned over in the car seat and before Shawn could object, my hand was placed firmly on his crotch. He was driving just as fast as before, but as soon as he realized what I was about to do, he swerved around and took a little detour.

I let out a soft moan as I managed to pull the large cock out of the little opening in his boxers. His skin was still warm and he was still covered in my juices. I slowly leaned over to lick at the tip of his cock as I looked up at Shawn through my lashes.

”You sure you wanna do this right now?” Shawn asked as he reached over the shift gears. I let out another soft moan in response as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. I kissed it slowly and swirled my tongue over it in a teasing manner.

”Yeah…” I whispered as I playfully wiggled my tongue over his cock. ”I wanna know what your come tastes like.” I whispered as I slowly inched my mouth down onto his thick length. I could taste myself on his soft skin and I didn’t mind. I tasted good.

Shawn slowed down as he swerved around another block, taking another detour to prolong our cozy little roadtrip. His eyes looked down at me as I kneeled over the seats and took him into my mouth. I had to open wide to fit his thick shaft inside me. My jaw was almost aching as I forced my mouth to slide as far down his length as I could.

My mouth filled with saliva as my tongue slid across his soft skin. His entire cock didn’t fit into my mouth and I had to use my hand to compensate down at the base. Since Shawn’s friends were so eager for us to come back I wasted no time, instead I started to swiftly bob my head up and down as he pressed the gas. His legs shifted beneath me as he pressed the clutch down before quickly releasing it. His right hand reached for the stick to shift gears as he kept his left hand on the wheel. Between gears, he made sure to pull my hair away from my face with his right hand as I slid his cock into my mouth.

”Oh fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.” Shawn groaned as he gripped the back of my head and guided me down onto his length. I let out a moan as I felt him grab a fistful of my draping hair and tugged at the roots.

I worked hard, my mouth and hand moving in union as saliva dribbled down his thick cock. I was such a hoe for his cock and I had no shame as I stood on my knees in the passenger seat of his car.

Shawn let out several deep growls as I continued to take him into my mouth. I was a sloppy cock sucker and I loved to make a mess whenever I sucked cock, but I had to restrain myself since he was wearing light washed jeans and there was a risk that my little mess would leave stains.

”Good girl.” Shawn growled as I tried to inch my mouth down as far as I could, almost gagging around his cock before I pulled back to wipe my wet lips off. I could feel myself get wet all over again as I looked down at his saliva covered cock. It was so big and juicy and my pussy was aching to have him inside me again, but there wasn’t enough time so this would have to do.

”Fuck, I love sucking cock.” I groaned as I slid my mouth back down onto his shaft, almost taking all of him in one go before pulling back.

”And you’re damn good at it.” Shawn murmured as he fisted my hair with his free hand before turning another corner. His eyes kept shifting between my bobbing head and the road ahead of him as I continued to suck him off with wet lips and hollowed cheeks. ”And you’ve got such a pretty mouth.” Shawn grinned as he gently caressed my cheek before reaching for the stick to shift gears again.

”Mhmmm.” I hummed around his cock.

”I love watching that pretty little mouth take my cock.” Shawn moaned as he slowed down so that he could watch me while I sucked him off. My hand squeezed around the base of his cock as I continued to bob my head up and down, sucking and swallowing as saliva kept dribbling down my lips. ”You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth Gina.” Shawn praised me as he reached back to caress my face.

”Mmm, your cock tastes so good.” I hummed, sending vibrations against his sensitive skin. ”I bet your come tastes even better.” I moaned as I felt Shawn reach over and caress my back. ”Can’t wait to taste it.”

”Fuck, I’m so close baby.” Shawn growled as he leaned over to squeeze my butt through my jean shorts.

”Mmm yeah? I wanna taste you so badly, give it to me baby.” I moaned as I continued to suck him off, my tongue swirling teasingly over the tip of his cock before I sunk back down onto him.

”Don’t stop.” Shawn choked out through gritted teeth as he looked down at me, his gaze still occasionally shifting towards the road to make sure we wouldn’t crash into anything.

”I want you to fill my mouth with your come baby.” I continued to moan encouragingly as I looked up at Shawn through my black innocent lashes.

”Ohhh fuck.” Shawn groaned as he twitched inside my mouth. I quickly pulled back, allowing him to squirt his come all over my tongue as I lapped against the tip of his cock like an eager kitten.

”Mmmmm.” I hummed in satisfaction as I felt his warm come hit my tongue. I savored the salty taste of it as I waited for him to empty his entire load in my mouth. I kept swirling my tongue around his cock, mixing his warm come with my own saliva as I refused to swallow before he’d given me every last drop.

I sat back up in my seat with my mouth filled with come. My tongue playfully swirled in my mouth as I looked over at Shawn. He looked at me with lustful eyes as the car came to a stop right where we’d started the race an hour ago. Shawn quickly tucked his cock away as his friends were about to approach our car and I let out a soft moan as I continued to savor the taste of his come. Shawn watched me with intense eyes as I swallowed hard right before his friends came up to the car.

”Where the fuck have you been? We’ve been waiting for like twenty minutes.” His friends cooed as they all looked at him questioningly.

”We went to 7/11.” Shawn lied with a shrug and I let out a giggle as I looked down at his still unzipped jeans.

”Yeah right…” His friends rolled their eyes at Shawn as they too noticed the unzipped pants he was wearing.

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