Shoey OneShots

My Cookies Bring All The Boys To The Yard

I rushed around my kitchen, making sure I had enough supplies to make these cookies.

About a week ago, I signed up to bake the cookies for my school's bake sale. And my crush, Shane Dawson, got paired up to cook them with me. I didn't know if I was lucky for this or not. I'd probably be an awkward mess around him. It'd be even worse if I didn't even have enough ingredients to get a batch or two done.

Shane would be here any minute! I reminded myself, making sure my house wasn't messy. My mom left for work twenty minutes ago, leaving quite a mess in her haste that I had to hurry to clean. It was about five minutes to one-the time Shane said he'd arrive. I was a ball of nerves, I needed to realize that everything would be okay. Shane and I weren't exactly friends but we weren't enemies either... so he wouldn't be mean to me or anything. I just had to make sure I didn't let him know how bad I was crushing on him.

There was a knock at the door and I almost peed my pants. He's here! Glancing at myself in the hall mirror, I made sure my hair wasn't out of place and that I didn't have some blemish or imperfection pop up on my face out of the blue, before I rushed to the front door. I quickly ran my fingers through my quiff, took a deep breath, then opened the door. Shane looked as irresistible as always. His hair swooped adorably over his beautiful, clear blue eyes, and he looked so cute in his red plaid button down. "Come in." I said, offering him a smile. Stepping out of the doorway, I moved out of Shane's way and let him walk in. I shut the door behind him, smiling to myself as I watched him look from side to side, taking in his surroundings. "Cool house," he said, turning to face me. "Where's the kitchen?"

I started walking to the kitchen, fiddling with my fingers the whole way down the hall. Shane and I had our own, entirely different group of friends and if this goes well, Maybe we can be friends again. We were friends in middle school but grew apart over the summer a didn't talk much once we got to high school. Its been two years since then, sadly, so I have no idea what Shane likes and what we should talk about. But I'm aiming to change that.

"What kind of cookies are we making?" Shane asked once we reached the kitchen. "Chocolate chip." I replied, leaning against the kitchen island. "Sweet. Thanks for saying we could bake them here, by the way.." Shane murmured as his eyes swept over the ingredients I'd layed out. I nodded as an awkward silence ensued. After what felt like forever, Shane finally spoke.

"Do you still like anime?" Shane asked, the trace of a smile on his lips. I nodded, smiling slightly. "Do you still like terrible 90's shows?" I asked and he laughed softly. "Of course." He said with a nod of his head. And just like that: the awkward tension disappeared. "Let's get baking, shall we?" I asked and Shane nodded, emitting a laugh. And so we got baking, cracking jokes every now and then. But once the first batch was finished and in the oven, we started to fool around way too much.

First, Shane flicked dough in my hair. Then I gathered up some flour in my hands and blew it on him. Flour was all over him, it was hilarious. Some had even gathered in his hair to where it looked like snow. Then Shane would throw a chocolate chip at me, and stick them in my hair when I wasn't looking. Then I threw some sugar at him and it got in his eyes. I thought it was funny, but I couldn't imagine how bad it hurt.

And then Shane sprinkled sugar over my head, the majority of it landing on my neck and shoulders. That's when I called truce. We were running out of things to fuck with each other with unless we went rummaging through the cabinets and I did not want to waste any of our food. "Are you sure?" Shane asked with a pout. I nodded, faking a pout that mimicked his. "You're no fun." He said before leaning closer. My heart-rate sped up. What was he doing?! And then he licked the sugar off my neck, the nonexistent sexual tension plummeting until it was all that there was to notice. And that's when I did something totally risky. I turned my head a half of an inch, my lips meeting his. And he didn't pull away or hit me or yell at me. He. Kissed. Back.

"Joey," Shane breathed out, pulling away from me. My face lit up with disappointment but I tried my best to hide it. "W-why'd you pull away?" I stuttered and I knew he could tell my feelings were hurt. "Unless you want me to fuck you on this counter, We shouldn't continue." He said in a husky voice. And then my disappointment was replaced by astonish and then by doubt. Was all he wanted a fuck buddy? But..if it meant fucking Shane...I wasn't going to complain. Soon all my previous emotions had vanished and all I could feel was the tightness of my pants. So I leaned closer and slammed my lips back on his.

Knowing he got his answer, he let his tongue trail across my lower lip and I instantly gave up access because my pants were too uncomfortable to bare. Our tongues danced but there wasn't a race or fight for dominance: we were equal. I think he was still deciding who'd be the one to call the shots. I'd let him any day, I had a feeling that he knew what he was doing. I threaded my fingers through his silky hair and his fingers found my belt loops as he pulled me flush against him, our hips knocking. As our kiss deepened, he trailed his fingers across my bare waist, making me shiver.

I fumbled for the buttons on his shirt, and I guess I pulled too hard because they all unbuttoned at once. Convenient, though. His hands left my waist as he pulled his arms out of his shirt and I pulled away to catch my breath. "Are you sure about this?" Shane asked as I allowed my eyes to journey over his half-naked glory-ness. "Yes, Shane, yes, Just fuck me." I growled, feeling like my pants might explode, they were so tight.

"Fine." Shane responded unzipping his pants and sliding them off. My gaze dropped down to the dick print present in Shane's boxers. "Don't you think it's a little unfair that you're still fully clothed?" he asked, beginning to pull off my shirt. I raised up my arms to aid in struggle. He unzipped my pants and I blushed deeply, feeling a little self conscious. He yanked off my pants and we stared at each other only in our boxers. "You first." I said nervously. He pulled off his underwear and climbed on top of me, tugging mine off before tossing them across the room.

"Are we actually doing this on my counter?" I asked as his lips found my neck and grains of sugar and flour dug into my back. "You asked for it." Shane whispered, his words gliding across my skin and making me squirm. His lips found mine again as he thrusted into me with no warning; causing a heating pain to shoot up my back. I whimpered, feeling that I was too tight. "Shh, I'm sorry." Shane murmured against my lips, kissing me tenderly, as he started to move slowly inside of me. His slow movements caused the pain to double, if he didn't move faster I'd never get used to this feeling. "Go f-faster." I stuttered, my fingers finding his soft hair again. I tugged on his hair, emitting a soft moan against his lips as his movements sped up rapidly and the pain disappeared. It was now replaced by a pleasure so great I thought I might explode.

His hands gripped my hips to aid him in his thrusting as my legs circled around his waist. Our lips stayed pressed together, even through our moans and groans. Every time I started thinking about how I couldn't believe this was happening, Shane would push deeper inside of me, pulling my thoughts back to the pleasure he was giving me. But all it took for me to come undone was one last thrust, to which I, without warning, came on his chest. Followed by Shane groaning, he released his load inside of me, filling me up.

He pulled out of me as the timer on the oven rang. "Well, I guess the cookies are done." He said and we both laughed at the same time before we were cut off by our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.