Your first month at Buckley University is when you first noticed Shawn. He was in the cafeteria with friends, they were laughing, yelling, just being very loud. You couldn’t help but look up to where the noise was coming from and see him, quiet, smiling softly as the people around him carried on excitedly. He is tall, fit, gorgeous…an absolute dream.
“Are you staring at Shawn?” your roommate asks, looking up from her lunch to where you’re ogling the guy across the room. “He’s one of the alphas of my boyfriend’s pack.”
“Shawn huh?” You snort. Such a soft name for an alpha. You look away, you didn’t want anything to do with an alpha, not after you and your best friend Katie ended up amid a pack fight and she got badly hurt. You pack up your books the second Shawn looks over. You can feel his eyes on you as you exit the cafeteria but you don’t dare look back.
From that day on, you start to see Shawn everywhere. It’s like you can’t escape him and frankly it’s kind of annoying. He never directly approaches you, never does more than stare at you from a distance. It’s weird. After a few weeks something finally happened. It’s the day you passed him in the hall on your way out of a lecture hall for your English class and he “accidentally” bumped into you while walking with some of his friends. “Accidentally” meaning he pretty much shoulder checked you so you’d notice him, at least that’s how it seemed anyway. You immediately apologized out of habit as soon as it happened, and he turned and gave you a soft little smile with a wave. As if he hadn’t done it on purpose. What was his angle? Were you just looking to far into it? Maybe it really was an accident.
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I am fucking tireddddddddddddddd. I legit had to wait 20 min for the gif to upload because i have the slowest fucking wifi everrrrrrr
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Shawn closed the hotel
door behind him grumbling to himself as he touched the painful bruises on his
“Honey?” he calls out
in a needy voice wanting you to take care of him. He walks further into the
room not seeing you anywhere.
“Baby?” he tries once
again plumping down on the bed. He hears the bathroom door slide open as you
poke head out to look at him. Your eyes go wide seeing his face. You drop the
mascara wand you were holding in your hand getting mascara all over the white
bathroom tiles. You open the door further walking to where he is as you take
his face in your hands inspecting the bruises.
“What happened?” you
ask as he just gave you a pout
a/n: 6k. very smutty. twice. the fluff is also real. i’m soft
A knock at the front door pulled your attention from your book, your head snapping up to see Shawn practically sprinting to answer it. Half-naked.
“Thanks,” he muttered, signing for the package with his right hand and using his left to hold the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He hid most of himself behind the door as he carefully took the box and waved goodbye to the mailman.
“I could’ve answered it,” you giggled, you eyes raking over his bare middle as he sighed with a grin. His cheeks and chest were rosy from the shower, his curls a wet mop on top of his head. There was a minor bulge beneath his towel.
“I wanted to,” he spoke, making his way over to the kitchen table where you were seated. “But,” he grinned as he plunked the cardboard box in front of you, “open it up.”
You gave him a questioning look, praying to the universe that it wasn’t some sort of expensive gift. “Shawn, you better not hav-,” you started, cutting yourself off as you unwrapped the metal from its bubble wrap, “Oh my God.” They were handcuffs. He ordered fucking handcuffs.