imagining | s.m.

teasing

After getting home from a long day of work, I open the door to see Shawn back from the studio, slumped on the couch, watching a Friends rerun.

I quietly chuckle to myself and set down my purse and keys, trying my best not to make a sound.

I then sneak up behind him, slowly covering his eyes with the palms of my hands.

"Guess who?" I ask, trying to hold back my giggles.

"Beyoncé?" He jokingly guesses before pulling my hands away.

"Unfortunately, no." I laugh, making my way around the leather couch, "How was your day at the studio, babe?"

He pulls me onto his lap as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"We got a lot done, surprisingly. How was your day at the diner?" He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Busy, but I made more money tonight that I have in the past couple days, so hopefully paying rent shouldn't be a problem this month." I smile before pecking his lips.

"I know it's been pretty tough lately, with all the working we have to do just to make ends meet, but I promise Y/N that it will all pay off one day."

He runs a hand through his messy hair, before sighing, "I just don't know when."

"Don't stress, baby. We'll be okay," I begin placing little kisses along his neck in an effort to comfort him.

"But you deserve so much better, and I just—," He stops mid sentence once I begin sucking on his sweet spot, just below his jaw.

He lets out a long groan from the satisfying pleasure he was experiencing.

I slowly trail my fingers down his toned stomach until I reach his lower half and gently palm him through his sweatpants.

"Babygirl, don't tease," He mumbles before another soft moan involuntarily escapes his lips.

Before I could continue messing with him, he flipped us over and pinned my arms down on the couch.

"My turn," He grins before his lips attach to my most sensitive spot on my neck, my body squirming from his touch.

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