rice krispie

“take it, yeah. shit…” he spits out, his voice weak, a faint whimper escaping his lips as he pushed in deeper. trying to compose himself before all self-control goes outside the window with how your walls flutter and squeeze around him.

shayne whined, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “i’ve been waiting weeks for this.” it’s almost too much for you both — too intense, you felt too full; you had finally come home from tour, and it had been way too long since you got any alone time. 

both of you were desperate, to say the least.

“i’m so glad you’re…” he stilled for a moment, collecting himself with a whimper, his head thrown back, his chest sweaty, “shit…” he slammed back in, “that you’re back home again.” 

your eyes were rolling back into your head, seeing white. pleasure overtook you before you faintly noticed your phone on the nightstand. you faintly grabbed it, unlocking it.

“groan into the phone shayne, please” his rhythm faltered for a quick second, caught off guard before he continued, hips stuttering as he buried himself balls-deep, his groan filling both your ears and the voice recording on your phone repeatedly as cum erupted inside you, rope after thick rope painting your walls.

you both were now panting heavily, releasing your nails that had been scraping at his back. your pussy was now stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the mattress. it was going to be hell to clean up.

but at least you were home. 

everything fun must come to an end. shayne had to go back to work, as much as he or you complained, wanting to spend every lost minute together; his schedule was packed to the point that you seldom saw each other. unfortunetly, you also never had the time to visit him with how different your work times were.

you were mostly in the studio, trying to think of lyrics for your next album that your producer was bugging you about every single day. the end of the pen had been chewed raw; the notebook was basically useless in front of you. the blank page was like a dagger in your heart every time you looked at it.

staring at the same page for a week wasn't for the weak, nothing coming to your mind no matter how hard you thought, but you knew you'd be in deep shit if you didn't have something by the end of the month.

you remembered that you had thought of some lyrics in your voice notes a while back that you had recorded for future reference. the phone unlocked with a click before you hit the play button on the first voice note.

your and shayne's moans filled the studio.

quickly turning it off in shame, hoping no one had been there to hear the embarrassing moment that had somehow played on full volume across the whole studio, the sound practically bouncing off the walls. feeling as if you were reliving the moment right then and there.

how could you have forgotten it was there? you almost pressed delete before an idea came to your mind. it was stupid; it could get you cancelled if anyone actually found out, but your impulsive thoughts got to you.

taking your old notebook and flipping through the pages till you found the right lyrics. a small smirk appeared on your face before you connected your phone to the computer.

after endless months of work, sleepless nights and your throat screamed raw from all the singing and practising, your album had finally dropped.

twelve songs, sweat and tears put into it, quite literally. and it was already moving on the charts, heading upwards rapidly.

it had now been a few hours since the album was released, shayne was going to be home in a few hours, his studio holding him back, but he had promised champagne, so how could you blame him. you had celebrated already, your whole team congratulating you when the last seconds of the clock were ticking, now lying in your bed and scrolling through your socials before you opened tiktok. you always found the app hilarious; the people there had no filter.

it felt like a fresh breath of air from apps like instagram where people did anything but think rationally.

you opened the last promotional video for one of the last tracks on the album.

a few comments were vibing to the music, asking you to say hi, which you replied to one of the comments, before you scrolled further down the comment section.

user1┆this is such a hot song, didn't expect this from y/n

user5┆i need the background vocals number, for research

user9┆am i the only one who lowkey hears shayne in the freaky part...

↳ user8┆oh my god? i thought i was the only one

↳ user5┆i totally hear it

↳ user7┆why do y'all freaks know what her man sounds like when groaning

user10┆is there a reason this is track nine...

↳ yn.ln┆;)

↳ user8┆holy fuck????

↳ user4┆y/n l/n, you dawg.