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Beach Sunrises: Bad Reputation

Author: @cynicallystiles

Warning: Cursing, drama, fluff, angst, mention of assault and nudity, and Shawn being adorable AF.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Summary: While on tour one day, Shawn sees a woman watching the sunrise by herself. Thinking that he’ll never see her again, he tries to forget as he goes on with the rest of his day. But, serendipity seems to have other ideas…

Notes: Yo, sorry this is late!!! I went to see Deadpool 2 instead of finishing it on time. And I kept getting distracted by Shawn on The Late Late Show with James Corden. I apologize deeply if this sucks. The later it got, the more I feel like I rambled, PLEASE REBLOG OR COMMENT if you like it! I always welcome messages and asks about my work! Enjoy!

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Third P.O.V.

Shawn watches the TV screen with wide eyes until Andrew clicks it off. His eyes immediately fly to y/n. She's wearing an extremely stunned and horrified expression, and he felt a pang in his heart that her beautiful features ever had to be contorted that way. His hand grips hers suddenly, causing her to look at him.

"This isn't your fault, okay? You couldn't have known," Shawn reassured her, but she only smiles numbly at him.

Andrew speaks, interrupting anything Shawn was going to say next. "You're damn right it's not her fault. It's yours."

"Me? How was I-"

He gets cut off again as Andrew is fuming. "You know how people are, Shawn! You should've been more careful, and you shouldn't be getting into bar fights over a girl you barely know!"

Shawn regains his confidence at the way he was speaking about her. "So I was just supposed to stand by and let her get assaulted? I don't fucking think so."

He feels her hands pried away from his and he looks at her. She's shaking her head and backing toward the door. "I told you that you should've cared about being seen with me."

"Y/n, stop it," he says as his hand finds her arm to keep her from running again. Surprisingly, she lets him stop her.

Her eyes are flitting around, anywhere except at Shawn or his manager. Shawn can see the wheels turning in her head. "Did it ever say my name?" She asks suddenly making eye contact with Andrew.

"What?" He seems taken aback and irritated that she'd be bold enough to speak to him after what she's caused.

"Are you paying attention? I said did the gossip channel ever fucking say my name or mention knowing my identity?!" She raises her voice, heated at the man for blaming her.

He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Well, no-" he begins quietly.

"That's good, then," she interrupts him. Before either man can ask why she looks to Shawn and explains. "They can't tell who I am from any of the pictures or the video. So, you're gonna steer clear of me. Don't ever talk to me again, or contact me. As long as they don't know who I am, things won't get worse. Got it?"

Shawn was stunned that she just ordered him to never see her again. "No, I don't got it. Why the hell would that do anyone any good?"

"Because," she breathes out irritatedly. "They can't spin a story about me if I disappear. Kay? Don't fucking argue. I told you not to get involved with me."

At that, she shakes out of his hand and exits the room without another word. Shawn stands there, stunned and hurt that she left like that. There's something more that she's not telling him. As long as they don't know who I am, things won't get worse. It was almost as if she knew that her identity would make it worse. He wondered why.

Andrew claps his hands together, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Well, that was easier to clean up than I thought. I guess some women do have good sense, after all."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I'm not gonna stop talking to her, Andrew," he declared defiantly.

Andrew crosses his arms. "The hell you are. She just said to forget about her. She gave you permission to leave it at a one-night stand," he says. But, he can see the resolve in Shawn's eyes and he knows there's something different about this girl to him.

"I wanna make a statement," he says suddenly.

Andrew's eyes widen. "That is the worse possible thing you could do at the moment."

"No. I'm going to make a statement to clear all this up. I won't tell anyone her name or anything, but I deserve the chance to explain what really happened."

He audibly sighs. "Shawn, what if they just spin your statement?"

"They won't. They can't because it'll be 100% the truth," he says surely with a confident grin.

Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine, I'll contact one of the radio stations that want to interview you about it. You'll do it in the morning before the greet."

"No, I'm doing it tonight. If no one wants to do it tonight then I'll just live stream it," Shawn demands.

Exasperatedly, Andrew walks into another room to make calls. Shawn takes out his phone and searches for her contact. As he scrolls, he skims for the letter that begins her name and nothing comes up. That's weird. He had watched her type and save something into his phone. He went back to the top of contacts and scrolled slowly this time. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That is until he came upon the E's. One name stood out. He had never seen it before nor knew how to pronounce it. He typed it into google to see what came up. Grinning to himself, he closed out of the browser. It was definitely her.

She had saved her name as Euterpe.

First P.O.V.

After leaving Shawn's room in such a hurry, I fled to my own downstairs and immediately called Xander. I told him all the events that happened thus far and kept him on speakerphone as I took off Shawn's sweater. The only thing connecting us. I threw it toward my laundry and threw on a sweatshirt of my own before curling up in my bed.

Xander listened patiently as I lamented about the events and how I could be so stupid. "Hey! You're not stupid. Don't ever fucking say that again."

"I know! But you know what I mean," I groan frustratedly. "What the fuck do I do?"

He sighs on the other end. "Hon, it sounds like you already made your choice. You have his number so you could text him if you want to take it back. Or..."

"Or?" I ask sadly.

A pause. "Or you can trust yourself and that you made the right decision for both of you. I know how hard it was to go through the first time. You don't have to risk going through it on an international scale just because he likes you."

"God, Xan. Why are you always so fucking logical??" I ask incredulously. Then, I shake my shoulders seemingly psyching myself up to accept my decision. "Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I can do this. It was a good call. I don't need any attention on that incident again and he certainly doesn't need it attached to his name."

He chuckles. "Alright, get some sleep! You have a full day of classes and work tomorrow!"

"Ugh, don't remind me! Night, Xan."

"Night, y/n. Love you," he says as he makes a smooch sound through the phone.

I return the sound and reply. "Muah! Love you too."

I lay back on my bed, relieved that I'll finally get more than 4 hours of sleep for once. I turn off the light and settle in. Just as I can feel my body drifting off to sleep, my phone chimes from the nightstand. My eyes open wearily as I roll over to grope for my phone.

Swiping it open, I see a text from a new name in my phone. The text was simple. But it was enough to let me know that it was really him.

Shawn: Euterpe, huh?

I hesitate. Answering would encourage him to keep seeing me. And it wasn't good for either of us. I decide to let it go. Setting my phone back down, I settle back in for sleep. It chimes again. Groaning, I grab it and glance at the new message.

Shawn: At first I didn't know what it meant so I looked it up. I thought you didn't want to be my muse?

I unconsciously grin at the phone, eyes squinting against the light in the dark.

Me: Well, you said you had already decided I was. I thought it was fitting.

Before I had even realized I did it, I hit send. Goddamnit, Mendes. He's gonna fuck up both of our lives so bad by being so charming.

Shawn: It is. Listen, I wanted to tell you before it went public.

Panic surges through me, but I respond calmly.

Me: Tell me what?

I swallow the anxiety in my throat as I watch the bubbles. The message surprised me. If we were face to face, I would've punched him in the arm for being so stupid.

Shawn: I'm releasing a statement tonight about the story. Live streaming it from my room actually. Don't worry, I'll leave your name out of it. But I'm not gonna sit here while they say horrible things about the two of us.

I didn't even know how to respond to that. Has he lost his fucking mind? First, I tell him to never talk to me again, and he doesn't listen. Now he's gonna make a statement. How has this boy survived without someone to tell him the bad decisions he's making?

With a huff, I throw the covers off of my body and storm out of my room. I take the elevator, not having the energy to take the stairs. Which I usually do. I reach his floor in no time and immediately slam my fist on his door repeatedly.

It flies open and the irritated man from before is on the other side. "Who the fu-" his eyes land on me and his confusion turns into a scowl. "You. What are you doing? I thought you said no contact." He crosses his arms.

I take the moment that he let go of the door to place my hand on it and shove it open. Startled, he moves out of my way as I fly into the view of Shawn. "I did. But, this idiot can't follow instructions," I fume. "Dumbass texted me about the live stream."

"Shawn, seriously?" His manager asks exasperatedly.

All he does is shrug with a stupid grin as he takes in my pajamas and bare feet. "Is that a Hogwarts sweatshirt?" He asks, trying to hold back a giggle.

"Fuck off, Mendes," I say with a roll of my eyes. Focusing back on his manager, I begin talking about the problem at hand. "Andrew, is it?" He nods. "I thought as his manager you were supposed to stop him from doing dumb things."

He frowns at me. "I am. But ultimately, I work for him and he's an adult."

I groan and run my hand through my hair as I look at Shawn who's sitting on the bed watching me. He's wearing the same outfit, only he has a pink hoodie on now. I suck on my bottom lip as I take in the sight. Why did he have to make this so hard?

"Fine. What do you plan on saying?"

His eyes fly to mine, shocked. "You're gonna let me?"

"Let is a very strong word. More like you're gonna do what you want and we'll filter you," I say and let out a curt laugh.

His mouth immediately turns into a broad grin. "Okay. Yeah, uh...I was just gonna explain that it was self-defense and stuff."

"Alright, and?" I cross my arms as I look at him expectantly.

His lips form a small 'o' and I get this feeling like I've tasted them before. Which I guess I did, I just don't remember. I snap out of my thoughts as he answers me.

"And I'm not going to say anything that will give away who you are."

"Let's get this over with," I sigh as I sit down on the bed next to him. Our arms brush and I look into his warm eyes. A curl has fallen onto the frame of his face and I take in a deep breath. I nudge him with my shoulder and he nudges me back before getting up and settling into a chair. Andrew is busy getting the camera ready.

Shawn takes a drink of water and clears his throat. He looks unsure about this suddenly. "Are you gonna hate me if this backfires?" He asks with a slight waver in his voice.

"Of course, not," I say as I lay down on my stomach facing him and rest my chin in my hands. "Although..." his eyes that were trained on his lap suddenly look up to find mine. "Can a Hufflepuff truly hate anyone?" I break into a grin and he looks at me incredulously.

"You are not!" He chuckles.

I nod as I burst out laughing. "I am! Which is why I find it so surprising that you would go to such lengths for a member of the most unimportant house," I tease him.

"Hey! You can't hold that against me," he says through laughs as he leans forward.

I raise my eyebrows. "And why not?"

"Well, I've never really met any. If I had known you then..." he trails off as his smile becomes softer.

My heart beats slightly faster as I inhale deeply. "If you had known?" I ask.

"If I had known, I would've never said that," he says with a light chuckle.

I roll my eyes. "You shouldn't have to know me or any other Hufflepuffs to realize that kindness and loyalty are important," I try to seem like I'm teasing to cover up the blush crawling on my neck.

"Alright, you two. Knock it off. The camera's ready," Andrew interrupts us.

I scrunch my nose at Shawn. "Don't screw this up or you're gonna regret it," I play threaten.

"Oh, I'm so scared. You know you're a million times less intimidating now that I know you're a Hufflepuff, right?" He teases with a sly grin.

Sticking my tongue out, I challenge, "Bet."

He mimics being scared and we dissolve into laughter. "And we're live," Andrew says suddenly causing both of us to cease laughing. Shawn clears his throat and I cover my mouth with a hand to stay quiet. I watch his Adam's Apple bob nervously.

He looks over at me and a corner of his mouth twitches trying to stay serious. He looks back at the camera with a serious but soft expression. Damn, he's good. With a deep breath, he begins speaking.

"So, I'm gonna start out by stating the obvious: a gossip channel aired a story about me and a "rebellious" girl getting into trouble. The first thing I'd like to talk about is the mention of me being underage at a bar. The club in question was for 18 and up. Because I'm 20, I got a band that said so and I never purchased or drank alcohol at the club. Now, this girl..."

I just nod, telling him to go on.

"She's 21. So, everything she purchased was legal. No laws were broken by either of us. That being said, the photos of her being hungover aren't really scandalous. Name one person who's never been hungover. I certainly have been! In Canada...where I'm legal."

I shake my head, holding back a giggle as he continues.

"Probably the worst thing in that story was me getting into a fight. I don't condone violence, but the situation escalated very quickly. You see, the man that punched me had been harassing the woman I was with. He had approached her earlier in the night and she rejected him. He then grabbed her. She handled it maturely and went on with the rest of her night..."

He was there when it happened the first time?

"Later on, we were talking and he shoved me against a wall and attempted to assault her. I shoved him away and that's when he punched me."

I watch his features closely as he seems to get mad all over again. I smile at him and he relaxes.

"After that, he went after her and she acted in self-defense. No one can fault either of us for the actions of a drunk man that can't take no for an answer. Anyway, we left and that's the end of the story. I hope you guys understand that you should never have to resort to violence. But, don't ever stand by and watch bad things happen to good people."

We both relax as we think we're done. Andrew speaks from behind the camera. "The fans want to know if you'll answer some questions."

Shawn simply nods as Andrew picks a few to read out loud.

Third P.O.V.

"Only a few though. I have an early morning," Shawn says sweetly as he grins at the camera.

Andrew scans through the comments looking for an appropriate but interesting question. "Here's one: You didn't comment on the picture of her leaving your hotel room. Is she your new secret GF?"

"GF? Oh, that means girlfriend? No. We are not dating. She's just a new friend of mine," he answers after glaring at Andrew.

He shrugs his shoulders defensively. "Okay, um...Shawn, you say you're just friends. So, why was she in only your sweater and underwear?"

He earns another death glare from Shawn. "Look, I could not tell you why she didn't put on pants before she left as I was asleep," he begins before being hit in the face by a pillow. Giggles follow and he throws it back at her chuckling. "Okay! Nothing happened between us. Except that she got sick and needed to sleep it off."

She glares at him playfully while Andrew finds a final question. Shawn returns the glare as well. "Okay, last one. Shawn, it seems like she's there in the room with you. Can we meet her? She seems like such a badass and we would like to see the woman bold enough to walk out on you!"

Shawn raises his eyebrows at her and a grin spreads across his features. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at him. The sight causes his mouth to go dry. How is he gonna stay just friends with her? He clears his throat and answers.

"I'm sorry, but you can't," he pushes his fingers through his curls and licks the cut on his lip. "Right now she has a lot of responsibilities and would like to keep her life as normal and uncomplicated as possible."

She frowns when she hears the tone in his voice. He sounds so disappointed. She knows he's gonna be bugged about it until he gives them something. Rolling her eyes, she waves her hand to get his attention. He looks at her confused as she mouths something. He squints, trying to make it out.

"Oh for the love of-" she whispers to herself. She sighs before speaking louder, "Muse." She raises her eyebrows, hoping he'll catch on.

He raises his in return, signaling that he got it. "Oh! Um, okay. You guys can't know her real name. But I'll tell you the nickname that I call her." He looks at her one last time for approval. She nods. "I call her Euterpe. Alright, guys! It's time to get off of here. Thank you so much for listening and understanding about her privacy. I love you guys!"

He signs off by blowing a kiss and she smacks her forehead. "What? What did I do?"

"You pronounced it wrong. Well, I mean, you pronounced it how most people do except the Greek. Who are the ones that invented the word," she explains.

His brows furrow. "Then, how is it pronounced?"

"It's ef-tair-pee. You said you-ter-pee," she sighs, shaking her head. "It's fine. You said it phonetically." She grins at him as he repeats it the way she did, rolling his 'R' slightly.

Andrew rolls his eyes, heading to the door. "You guys are sickeningly sweet. I'm going back to my room to sleep. Stay out of trouble." With that, he disappears out the door.

"I should go too," she says getting up.

He mirrors her actions and follows her to the door. "Are you coming to the greet tomorrow? Or the concert on Saturday?"

"Are you kidding? Shawn even if I wanted to, I can't afford either," she says with a look like it's obvious.

He responds quickly, "I can get you in for free." His grin fades when she looks at him like he's crazy.

"I have school and work. And we're supposed to be hiding my identity. Getting me into places for free is gonna raise flags," she explains. "Listen, it's been nice hanging out with you for the last 24 hours, basically. But, I don't know what you expect from me."

His face immediately changes to confusion and his head shakes slightly. “Expect from you?” She nods, crossing her arms. “Y/n, I don’t expect anything. I would like to get to know you,” he says as his expression becomes slightly irritated. He crosses his arms to match her hostile stance.

“How many times do I have to tell you? NO, YOU DON’T,” she says surely.

He scoffs. “Well, that's nice. Go on, tell me how I feel after knowing me for only a day.”

“Shawn,” she says tiredly. “It’s a bad idea. If people ever found out-“

He cuts her off with a sad tone. “Don’t you think that should be my decision?”

“Not if it affects my life! There are things that have happened in my life that can’t be attached to your name. Things that I don’t want to be spread all over the world.”

His expression softens. That’s the most she’s told him about why she’s pushing him away. “What if I promise to keep you a secret? I’ll never tell anyone anything about you unless I use Euterpe. But, we can text, call, and FaceTime. I won’t ever tag you in things on Instagram. Even though I’ll want to show you everything that reminds me of you. If I visit, I’ll wear the most ridiculous disguises just so we can watch the sunrise on that beach. But...let me know you. And if things go wrong, I give you full permission to hate me.”

His eyes search hers and there’s a glint of something there. “You said it wrong again,” she grins teasingly.

“Oh, my god! Can I be your friend or not?” His voice rises as he chuckles.

She shrugs. He bites back a smile at her infuriating mannerisms. She knew deep down that it would end badly. That she’d regret it and be embarrassed all over again. But, she agreed. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“YES!” He breaks out into a laugh as he hugs her without warning. She yelps as he picks her up and squeezes tightly. But, she relaxes into at she hugs him back. He slowly lowers her and looks down as he towers over her.

An electric gaze passes between them before she excused herself for the night.

“Wait? Am I gonna see you before I leave town?” He asks, holding her in the room by the tips of her fingers.

Her back is against the door, one hand on the handle. “I’ll be on the beach in the morning,” she smiles. “And I’ll be here when your concert is over,” she sighs softly and he melts. “Say bye then?”

“Definitely,” he nods his head. “And I have your number so I’m definitely gonna use it,” he chuckles.

She rolls her lips together and Shawn is mesmerized by the action. She inhaled deeply as she bats her eyelashes at Shawn. Then, she turns the handle and opens the door to leave. With one last lingering look at Shawn, she goes back to her room.

Shawn closes the door and leans his back against it. He smiles to himself and heads to bed.

First P.O.V.

The next morning, I waited out on the beach. I sat with my knees to my chest, my maxi skirt pulled tautly. Even though it wasn’t cold, I wore a hoodie and kept the hood up while I wore sunglasses just in case people were watching.

It was almost time for the sun to rise and then I would have to leave. I wouldn’t see Shawn until it was time for him to leave town unless he comes today. As if on cue, someone settles into the sand beside me. I glance over at the man wearing shorts and a hoodie. He’s rocking the same look of sunglasses and the hood up.

Though I can see the curls peek out from under it. He stretches his long legs in front of us. It was strange, but neither of us said anything. We sat there and waited for the sun to come. When it finally started to show, I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

It was nice. Normal. I almost wished I was capable of being committed to someone. At least long-term. He so sweet. He deserves someone who can give him less stress than he already gets. But, that’s not me. He’ll see it eventually.

The sun finally fully illuminates the beach and I get up, dusting the sand off my skirt. He follows and we walk back to the hotel. Neither of us said a word the entire time we were in each other’s company. Maybe we were trying to save conversations for when he leaves and week need things to talk about on the phone.

I continue through my classes, more relaxed since my projects are finished. Now it’s just basic homework and studying for finals. I called Anna. She’s been weirdly MIA since the karaoke club incident. She sent me a text saying she’s fine, and that she’s just busy. Well, as long as she’s fine.

Work was work. I put on the stupid sexist uniform we have to wear and pull the top half of my hair into a bun while the bottom half cascades down my back. Shawn didn’t text me at all. That’s okay, he’s got a busy schedule. I decide to just text him goodnight, so he knows I’m not ignoring him.

As I lay on my phone, I look through Instagram and see all the pictures Shawn’s tagged in from the greet. There are a couple videos of the Q&A that was right after and I watch those. The questions they asked him were hilarious and very shallow. Not that I would’ve asked anything different three days ago.

I click on a video and watch as Shawn sits on a stage, looking out at a small crowd. He points to someone and licks his lips as he waits for their question. A teenage girl holds the microphone. “Why do you think Hufflepuffs are unimportant?”

He chuckles and so do I. “Well, I actually don’t think that anymore...”

“What changed your mind?”

“Euterpe is a Hufflepuff actually.” He grins, probably proud that he pronounced it right.

Murmurs swallow the session and the video cuts out. I hug my phone to my chest as I suck on my bottom lip. Before I go to bed, I decide to do something stupid. Then, I let sleep take me.

I work the first half of the next day, leaving my Saturday afternoon wide open. Deciding that I need to get some sun, I go swimming. I swim until long past the pruning stage. Later, I call Anna to ask if she wants to hang out. Again, she says she’s busy. Weird.

I watch the sunset and the night wears on. The seconds basically dragging on until I have to say goodbye to Shawn. I wonder if he’s dreading it as much as me. The concert is finally over so I head up to his room. I knock, no one answers. So, I wait.

The elevator sings and I perk up, waiting for whoever it is to exit. Thankfully, it’s Shawn. He has his eyes glued to his phone as he walks down the hallway. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to text and walk?”

“Huh?” He looks up before a grin takes over his expression. “Y/n, I didn’t think you’d come!”

He pulls me into a hug. “Ugh. Gross, you’re all sweaty from the concert,” I tease and scrunch my nose at him. Just for that, he squeezes me tighter and picks me up to spin me around.

“Learned your lesson?” He asks jokingly before pulling out his key card.

I shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not,” I giggle as he shakes his head and enters the room.

I sit on the bed while he gathers his things. Sadly, it doesn’t take that long and he sits next to me. “I’m gonna miss you,” he says looking down at his lap.

“Duh,” I whisper before nudging my shoulder against his. He smirks at me but puts his arm around me and pulls me into him. I take in his slightly sweaty, but still amazing scent.

“I, uh, I got you something...” I say slowly before pulling out of his arm.

He looks at me curiously. “You didn’t have to,” he says.

“I know. But, you mentioned wanting to tag me in stuff on Insta so...” I pull out my phone and go to the app. A blank profile comes up with the handle: @modern_euterpe. The picture is of a sunrise and there are no posts.

He squints at it weirdly. “What is this?”

“It’s a profile that you can tag in stuff. Or send stuff to,” I roll my eyes. “It’s private, so no one can follow me unless I let them. I’ll follow you back on it.”

His eyes flicker between the screen and me. “This is so cool, thank you.” I smile while he takes out his phone and follows. I follow him back.

“I expect to be tagged in spectacular things.”

“Nothing but the best,” he assures me.

Then, the time comes when he has to leave. He wraps his arms around me in the elevator and I do the same. We let go as it dings, and I help him take luggage to the tour bus. I’m about to go back to my room when he hugs me one more time and kisses my temple.

I should say something about not getting carried away, but I don’t. I let both of us have that moment of content before it’s ripped away by keeping to a schedule. He waves from the bus door before heading on, carrying a guitar case. I stare as the bus drives away.

The next few months fly by. I pass my finals with ease and head home for the winter break. Soon enough, it’s time to head back to school. The flight is terrible and I send sleepy selfies to Shawn. Which I know he keeps even though he swears he doesn’t. Shawn keeps up with his promise to text and everything as often as possible. Most days I wake up to tags from around the world at all hours of the night.

He sends me a lot of sleepy selfies as well and of course, I screenshot them because how can I not? He’s too adorable. We FaceTime when the time difference isn’t too horrible. I love listening to him rave about everything that he’s seeing and doing.

“God! I wish you could see it all!”

“I know, Shawn. That’s what you say in all the posts you tag Euterpe in. People are gonna think you’re dating.”

“Let them think what they want.”

“I don’t know. This could turn into Another Cinderella Story, and people are gonna start claiming to be me.”

“Well, unlike that movie, I actually know that they’re lying. No tests needed.”

“Shit, what time is it?”

“I don’t know, probably almost 2am your time?”

“I gotta go, I’ll text you.”

“Wait, why do you always get off the phone like it’s urgent. At 2am. All the time. Like even back when we first met, you had to make a call at 2am.”

“I have to call someone. Okay? Every other day at 2am. It’s 5am for them.”

“Who do you have to call?”

“I have to go, Shawn.”

I hung up before he could ask more questions.

Anna has finally stopped being weird and things are back to the way they used to be with her. I’m glad. I missed hanging out with her. Everything was going great. That is until it wasn’t.

I woke up one morning in mid-January to a whole bunch of activity on all of my pages. It was far too many to go through. My phone kept crashing and I had to turn all my notifications off. Finally, my phone rang.

“Shawn? Hey, isn’t it like 3am there?”

“Y/n, I swear I didn’t do it.” His tone is panicked and it makes my chest constrict.

“What do you mean? Didn’t do what?”

“The press found out your name. I didn’t say anything, I’ve been so careful! There’s no way they would’ve figured it out from anything I did.”

“What...the...hell...didyoujustsaytome?”

“I don’t know how it happened-“

“Shawn, I don’t care how it happened! I can’t deal with this! I have to go!”

Once again, I hung up on him. I ignore all the texts and calls as I open my laptop to look at everything that’s happened. I scroll and scroll, waiting to see the thing I’ve dreaded since the moment Shawn said he wanted to know me.

My heart sinks into my stomach as I see the images plastered on the screen. I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the sob that bubbles up in my throat. I grab my phone with my other shaking hand to call Xander.

Before I can, there’s a pounding on my door. “Y/n! Open up! It’s us!”

I run to the door and swing it open to reveal Anna and Xander. Their faces show sympathy as they come inside and close the door. My knees buckle and we sink to the ground as they catch me.

Third P.O.V.

She hadn’t answered any of his attempts at contact. All of her pages were gone like she had deleted them. He couldn’t imagine why having her name known would cause her to disappear. Those questions were answered when he had an interview as part of his tour.

He sat down in the chair across from the host as he usually does. But something was different. The place was buzzing with so much negative energy that it made Shawn uncomfortable. Finally, the live interview began.

The host did the usual introduction to the audience and questions about the tour before very hastily veering toward the topic of y/n. He didn’t like it. But, what could he do?

“So, the past few months you’ve been friends with this woman that you called Euterpe. Is that correct?”

“It’s Euterpe,” he corrects the pronunciation before continuing. “But, yeah,” he said warily.

“And I’m sure you’re aware by now that somehow her name has been revealed to the public?”

Shawn sighs and closes his eyes briefly. “Yeah, I’d appreciate it if people would leave her alone,” he answers, tone slightly mad.

“Shouldn’t you have thought about that before getting involved with her?”

“I’m allowed to have friends that have normal lives. My career isn’t hers,” he defends.

“What about when you said in a live-stream that fans shouldn’t let bad things happen to good people?”

“What about it?” He runs a hand through his curls.

“You were defending the bar fight that you and y/n were involved in?”

“Yes,” he says slowly.

“So, you’re saying y/n is a good person?”

He furrows his eyebrows at them incredulously. “Yes! Of course, she is.”

“There are some photos going around that seem to say otherwise.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He’s becoming increasingly frustrated.

“It seems that your good girl, y/n, had a bad reputation in high school. We have the photos here. They circulated around her junior year and have resurfaced since her name became public.”

“Honestly, what are you on about?”

Suddenly, the screen behind them lights up and images slide across the screen slowly. Shawn turns in his seat to look and his expression immediately drops. He can’t believe what he’s seeing.

Censored photos, of a naked girl.

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Forelsket. *Shawn Mendes*

Teacher!Shawn Mendes

Forelsket: (Norwegian)

-That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

I wish very much that I could hold your face in my two hands and kiss your mouth.

*Y/N’s pov*

Fuck.

The spotlight is messing with my head and my heart. There he is. Standing in the middle of it. All my attention is on him. I’m gawking at him as if he were a king, or a very enchanting, handsome, young man.

The bright light is blinding me but his appearance is killing me. His brown hair is perfectly styled in a small quiff. It looks soft and lush and it makes me want to slowly run my hands through it. His hair does look a little messy though but it’s the good kind of messy, the kind where it looks very sexy and irresistible.

His eyes, his warm brown eyes are shining ever so brightly. The dark-coloured eyelashes adorn his eyelids and touch his cheeks each time he blinks. His skin is glowing, along with the blush adorning his cheeks.

He looks like a real God to me. There are flaws in his face and in his body but to me his flaws are perfect. I find his slightly pink-tinged cheeks adorable whereas other people don’t like it. I find his shoulders perfect the way they are, they’re not very broad, they’re just the right width. And even though they’re not extremely broad, the fabric slightly strains at his shoulders.

His legs are long and thin and they look hot in his black suit pants and when he puts his hands in the pockets, I can’t help but find him mysterious.

His torso, cladded in a white dress shirt, resembles that one from an athlete, a hidden prominent v-line and defined abs. How I wish I could run my hands down his chest and stomach.

I’m trying to turn my head, I’m trying to look away but for some reason, I simply can’t. My breath has been taken away ever since he stepped into that bright light. I try to control my irregular breaths but it’s hard when my heart is almost leaping out of my chest.

My eyes follow his every move as he looks at his surroundings and spots some of his friends in the back near the bar. He makes his way through the crowd and pats the backs of his best friends in a way of greeting them. I watch him order something at the bar and seconds later he’s holding a pint in his right hand. He’s happily talking with his best mates, having the time of his life when drinking the beer he’s just ordered.

“Hey, you’ve been staring at nothing for minutes now, you okay?” Nothing. I wouldn’t consider him as nothing. “Y/N?” my best friend says in a sing-song voice. “Huh?” I blink twice and shake my head slightly before looking at my best friend. “Finally, I almost thought you were paralysed or something,” she chuckles and sips of her Mojito. “Oh, uh no, I was uh, thinking…?” “Thinking about what?” she asks curiously and hands me her Mojito. “Drink and spill.” “Oh, I don’t think so…” “Aww, babe, you’re no fun,” she teases and finishes her Mojito herself. I shrug it off and glance over my shoulder to catch one more glance of him.

I shouldn’t have done that.

I quickly look down and fiddle with my fingers. My cheeks are almost burning. That’s how hot and red they are right now. My heartbeat is beating even faster than before and my fiddling hands get sweatier with every passing second.

He was looking my way. His brown eyes were locked with mine for less than a second. Yet in that half second, I succumbed to how captivating and beautiful and shiny they are.

“Earth to Y/N?” “What?” I snap and look at my slightly wide-eyed best friend. “Sorry, I uh, was thinking again…” “Right… Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.” I fake a small smile and watch her nod her head yes. “Okay. I’m going to get us some more booze.” “Us? You mean you?” “Whatever, I’ll be right back, party pooper,” she winks at me before walking over to the bar.

The bar…

The bar?

I whip my head around and watch her standing next to him. His brown eyes are giving her a quick look-over and I feel jealousy and hurt enter my veins. I bite my lip and look down, not wanting to see any of this. It’s always the same you see. My best friend is a dancer, she’s confident, easy-going and… she gets all the guys, even if she doesn’t mean to. I, on the other hand, am shy, not so confident, awkward and I hate dancing because I suck at it. I never get any attention from a guy. Never and I don’t think that’s ever going to happen, as depressing as that might sound. I’ve given up.

“There you go,” my best friend says and hands me a plastic cup, filled to the brim with Vodka. “Is this Vodka, what kind of club is this? I don’t want to get in a coma and neither do you,” I say and take the cup from her. “It’s fucking irresponsible to serve this much Vodka,” I mutter and watch my best friend roll her eyes at me. “Y/N, you seriously have to learn to live a little.” “As far as I’m concerned, I’m breathing so I’m very alive.” She chuckles and shakes her head at me as she starts to dance. “Whatever, will you at least dance with me?” she pouts and takes my hands in hers to guide me. “But I’m an awful dancer…” I whine and retract my hands. “Aww, you’re not.” I shake my head no and hear her let out a long sigh. “Come on, Y/N, this is a club, people dance in clubs, besides no-one will judge you or anything, just loosen up and don’t give a fuck about what other people think of you.” “It’s easy for you, I mean you are a professional dancer.” “Don’t pull that card again, there’s a dancer hidden in everyone.” “Y/F/N…” “Y/N…” she mocks me and juts out her bottom lip.

“I’ll try but don’t you dare make fun of me.” “Never, I promise,” she puts two fingers up in the air as if she’s under oath and I give her a grateful smile. I hesitantly begin to sway my hips to the beat and bite my lip. I feel so insecure right now. I try to think of what to do with my hands but let them hang by my sides in the end.

This is so awkward.

“You’re doing great,” Y/F/N cheers and gives me a thumbs up. “Seriously? I’m as stiff as an ironing board…” My best friend laughs slightly but quickly covers it up. “You’re not, now don’t think that low of yourself,” she states. “I’m going to get us two Mojitos, I’ll be right back,” she offers and gives me a thumbs-up. “I can get them-” “Nah uh, you’re going to dance,” she winks and makes her way through the crowd. I huff and cross my arms in front of my chest.

I seriously hate clubs and partying.

“There you go, Y/N,” my best friend says and this time she hands me a plastic cup filled with Mojito. “Thank you,” I mutter and frown at the drink. “It’s good, you should try it.” I look between her pleading eyes and the plastic cup and roll my eyes. “Just one sip,” I say and put the cup against my lips.

Seconds later, I’m craving water to get rid of this horrendous aftertaste and to soothe the burning in my throat. I pull a face of disgust as I get rid of the awful drink and sigh deeply. “This is not my cup of tea…” “I guess dancing it is then,” Y/F/N chuckles and takes my hands in hers once again. I reluctantly begin to sway my hips and send her a hesitant look.

“I’m way too awkward for this…” “No, you’re not, you’re doing great actually.” “And you, my friend, are a horrible liar.” I watch Y/F/N roll her eyes at me and throw her hands up in the air. The way she moves is amazing, how I wish I could do all of that, but no, my body and mind refrain from it.

“I need to pee, I’ll be right back! Although, I saw this hottie near the toilets, might as well have some fun!” Y/F/N yells over the music. I roll my eyes and watch her down yet another drink before pushing past people to get to the toilets or that hottie…

I blow my hair out of my face and stop dancing all together. This is not my scene at all. I guess I’ll start dancing again when she’s back… which might take a while…

My mind goes back to the way too handsome guy and I can’t help but have another peek. But much to my dismay, he’s gone.

I feel a rather sad feeling creep up my spine and lower my head. It’d be nice to just have one more look at him but I guess that won’t happen.

He’s probably dancing with a very attractive girl right now. A girl that is capable of moving her hips in a sexy way. I always look like I’m hula hooping…

I decide to try it out and shake my hips when I look down at myself, I am indeed exaggeratedly gyrating my hips. I look stupid… I quickly halt all movements and fiddle with my fingers once again. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and sigh defeated. I am never going to seduce anyone by dancing. That’s for sure.

I am sure your kisses could feed me: I could live on the sustaining elegance of their touch. A warmth and sweetness would fill my mouth, a wine of such eloquence, no speech, no words would dare to imitate.

Out of the blue, I feel two hands touch my hips on either side and move them from the left to the right by guiding me. “What the fu-” I’m about to turn around and slap this guy’s face until I see a mop of messy brown hair and a pale face with warm brown eyes out of the corner of my eye. I feel his hot breath tickle my neck. This can’t be true.

I blink twice and bite my lip. I let out a ragged breath and lick my lips, not knowing what to do or say. “Relax, I’m no murderer or anything, just let me help you a little.” His voice is deep and enchanting, just like I thought it would be. I smell the faint scent of beer and chewing gum when he speaks and I try not to lose all my senses.

Once I’ve found my calm and gathered a little courage I open my mouth to speak. “Help me uh, with what e-exactly?” Damn it, I had almost said a whole sentence without stuttering but I guess fate really hates me. I embarrassedly lower my head and step out of his grasp yet he quickly pulls me back by my hips. “Don’t hide,” he whispers in my ear and I feel his cheek faintly touch my neck.

The music is loud, way too loud for my liking, yet everything he whispers is clear. “I-uh-I” I mentally slap myself for screwing up. He must think I’m one foolish girl right now. However, a low chuckle slips passed his lips and I furrow my eyes in confusion. “You’re cute.” “I- what?” The brown-haired boy winks at me before he pulls me closer to his body. My back is faintly touching his chest whereas his hands are still firmly holding my hips. “Follow my lead,” he whispers softly and gently guides my hips from the left to the right so that I’m somehow shaking my butt without gyrating them as if I’m in the middle of a hula-hoop-session. “Fuck, you’re good,” he mumbles under his breath, it was below a whisper yet I heard.

I feel a warm, electric sort of sensation travel down my spine and blush like never before.

“What’s your name?” he asks and slightly taps my hips as if they were piano keys. “Y/N.” He hums softly and continues to guide my hips in a very gentle way. “Well, Y/N, I saw you looking at me, a while ago…” he trails off and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Once again my cheeks turn red and the rhythm of the beating of my heart accelerates. “You-you saw uh that?” “Mmh, I did, yes.” “Oh, God…” He laughs softly before slowly running his hands up my sides. “You okay with this?” he whispers and now purposely caresses my cheek with his. I swallow deeply and shyly nod my head yes. He continues to slowly run his hands up and down my side, it’s so slow that it’s almost considered teasing. I let out a silent yet content sigh and much to my surprise he heard or saw it and deliberately slows down his movements, now this is teasing for sure.

My body feels on fire and his every touch feels so intense and addictive and heavenly. I close my eyes as he gently pulls me closer to him so that our bodies are now fully touching. I feel his firm chest and stomach against my back, his hands do not stop guiding me, they continue to gently help me sway my hips from the left to the right. He lets out a hiss and I quickly stop moving. Did I do something wrong? “Please don’t stop,” he whispers and lingers his lips on my earlobe. It almost sounded like begging. The desperateness in his voice makes my knees go weak and before I can wrap my mind around it I blurt out what’s on my mind. “But- I- you hissed…” I whisper embarrassed. I feel his chest rumble as he chuckles softly. “Because you’re making me feel amazing, that’s why, don’t think that you’re doing anything wrong because you aren’t. It’s quite the contrary actually. You’re making me feel things no-one has ever made me feel.” “No-one?” “No-one but you,” he whispers in my ear and pushes my hair to the side. He then faintly kisses the crook of my neck. I involuntarily let out a big, happy sigh and slightly throw my head back. “You’re messing up my mind,” he whispers and kisses me again in the same spot. He’s messing up my mind, I believe.

“Y/N,” he whispers slowly and gently holds my hips again. “Mmh?” “Wanna get out of here?” I feel my breath hitch in my throat and cough slightly, I quickly grab one of the plastic cups near me and gulp it down. My eyes grow wide once my throat starts to burn and I realise I drank all of the Vodka from earlier. “Shit…” I mutter under my breath and fiddle with my fingers. “Am I going to end up in a coma now?” I hear laughter coming from beside me and watch the most handsome guy ever doubled over with laughter. “What?” He shakes his head softly and tries to compose himself yet the crinkles beside his eyes tell me he’s finding it difficult. “You’re too cute, you. And believe me when I say that you’re not going to end up in a coma because of that one cup of Vodka.” “You sure?” “Very sure.” I take in a deep breath and finally calm down a bit. “So what do you say?” he asks and shyly fiddles with his fingers. I nod agreeing and bite my lip. His eyes flicker to my mouth and he sucks in a deep breath. He then gently intertwines our fingers and leads me through the crowd.

I watch his friends in the distance point at us whilst grinning widely and I somehow feel a wave of proudness wash over me. After all, he’s holding my hand, he kissed me and he called me cute. Twice.

Once we get out of the club, he wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I’m staying at a hotel not too far away from here if you want we can go there?” “A hotel?” “Yeah, I’m here for work… I’m a teacher and I received a job offer so here I am. I just haven’t found a place to stay yet.” “I see. What do you teach?” “English literature, and before you judge me, it’s not boring at all.” “I don’t judge,” I chuckle and lean my head on his shoulder. “I’m dizzy,” “It’s because of the Vodka, you’re a lightweight and I don’t think you’re the drinking type, are you?” “No, I actually don’t drink alcohol…” “Mmh. The dizziness will subdue in a bit,” he whispers carefully and pecks my forehead. His brown eyes are filled with concern and I can’t help but stare into them. His eyes lock with mine and flicker to my lips every now and then until he closes the gap and kisses my lips. I eagerly wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him back with the same intensity and passion. I gently play with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and feel a rush of warmth run through my veins as he moans softly. He then carefully enters his tongue in my mouth and explores it. I can taste the beer and faint taste of chewing gum and I close my eyes as he holds me tight at my waist. His head then dips even lower as he trails a path of wet kisses down my jaw, my neck and collarbones. “Oh my god,” I pant heavily and run my hands up and down his back. I look at him, into his eyes to find them already staring at me. “Is it still far, that hotel?” I breathe heavily as he nibbles on my earlobe. “It’s that building over there,” he mutters and points his index finger to a huge building a couple of yards away from where we are and I stare up at it in awe, then at him. “Teachers get paid a lot…” I mumble and kiss and suck on his jaw. “Not really,” he groans and takes my hand in his, he rubs small, soothing circles with this thumb and pulls me flush against his chest. “Let’s hurry,” he smirks and drags me with him. I giggle softly and let him lead me to his hotel room.

Your mouth invites kisses as honey in the comb invites tasting: as red, crisp apples want biting; as the cool, orange- yellow of peach and nectarine seek to be sipped, nipped, licked and savored.

“Room 346,” I mumble whilst he tries to insert the key in the keyhole. He hums confirming and furrows at the key in his hands. “Stupid piece of metal,” he curses and frustratingly runs a hand through his luscious brown hair. “Why does it not- ah finally,” he smiles in victory as he unlocks the door and pulls me in with him. He then kicks the door shut and throws the keys on a smile table. I chuckle at his eagerness and bite my lip when I watch him take off his shoes and throw his black leather jacket on the couch. He then catches me standing there, gawking at him as if he's Zeus himself and a smirk finds its way onto his face.

He slowly steps closer to me and looks me up and down. I feel the air leave my lungs and swallow deeply when his face and body are only inches away from mine. “Can I take this off?” he whispers huskily and tugs at the black leather jacket that I’m wearing. I nod confirming and let him slide it off. “And these?” he whispers as he crouches down in front of me and touches my black heels. I nod once again, not trusting my own voice at the moment. He slightly lifts my left foot and takes off my black heel, then he does the same to my right foot.

He then gets back up and bites his lip when looking at me. “Can I take this off?” he breathes heavily and points to the black dress I’m wearing. I lick my lips and look in his eyes. They’re so captivating and beautiful. He faintly presses his lips to mine, then he simply presses them on mine but doesn’t move. I watch his dark-coloured eyelashes touch his cheeks once his eyes are closed and close mine as well. He cups my face whilst I finally run my fingers through his brown locks. I sigh with delight at how soft his hair is and gently tuck the ends. “You’re driving me insane,” he whispers and dips his head so he can kiss my shoulders and collarbones. “So are you,” I whisper and rest my forehead on his shoulder. “Can I take this off?” he asks again and runs his hands up and down my sides. “Yes.” I feel his hands travel to the back of my neck, where my zipper is. He then suddenly turns me around and kisses the back of my neck. “You’re so gorgeous.” I moan softly at his words and wait for him to take off my dress. I feel his rough fingertips touch my skin as he wipes my hair to the side. He then slowly and teasingly unzips my dress. My breathing quickens again as he licks a long wet stripe down my spine. He travels back up by placing open-mouthed kisses on my skin and my back arches automatically. The dress is now hanging on my hips. His hands are placed on top of it and before I can say something about it, he turns me around again. He gets down on both knees so that his face is levelled with my panties. He looks up at me with those amazingly warm eyes and I shyly nod confirming. He quickly pecks my stomach before shimmying down my dress. He sucks in a deep breath as he looks at my white panties and bra.

He then gets back on his feet and gently takes my hand in his. He leads me to the huge bed in the middle of the room and carefully lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and smile softly at him. “Are you alright?” he asks sweetly and holds me tight. “Yes.” “Good.” And with that, he lays me down on the bed with him hovering over me. I watch him quickly take off his bow tie and throw it away. “This needs to come off as well,” I whisper and slowly unbutton the first button. I watch him look down at my hands as they unbutton his white dress shirt.

Once the final button is done, I slide down the white dress shirt and take in his appearance. Fuck. His chest is perfect to me. It’s pale with abs and a prominent v-line, he’s strong and everything is just right. I run my hands down his chest and place kisses everywhere. I can tell he enjoys it because when I quickly glance at him, his eyes are shut. He seems to be in pure bliss. “Y/N, I need you.” I bite my lip when our eyes lock and nod in agreement. He lowers his face until his lips reach mine and he takes my hand in his. He guides it to his black suit pants and wets his lips. I blush a bit when I take them off and throw them away. He then lowers his face once more and passionately captures my lips with his. I moan softly when he tugs on my lower lip and wrap my arms around him. “I need you too.”

With that, he unclasps my bra and takes off my panties. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as his eyes savour my body. “Fuck, you’re so-so perfect,” he whispers and kisses me for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. His hands carefully take my breasts in his and squeeze them softly. “You’re so perfect to me,” he confesses again and I arch my back from all the pleasure he’s giving me. “A-ah, this feels s-so good,” I moan and throw my head back. “Fuuuck.” His lips suck, bite and pull on both my nipples and I can’t help but feel warm within. It’s like there have been released a thousand and one sparks and they’re now all floating around in my blood. They’re making me feel warm and calm and tingly and it’s just the best feeling ever. It’s like going down a roller coaster with no ending. Butterflies are swarming around in my stomach and it doesn’t stop, they keep on fluttering in circles.

He then crawls backwards so that his face is right above the place where my panties used to be. “Can I?” “Yes, please.” He groans deeply and places his hands on my hips to stop me from squirming too much. “I’m going to make you feel good, love.” “I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do ever since I caught you staring at me,” he whispers and lowers his head until his lips reach my clit. “Ever s-since?” I pant, my chest is heavily going up and down and I needily run my hands through his luscious locks. “Ever since,” he confirms and licks a long wet stripe up my clit. “Oh-my!” I gasp and tightly hold onto his hair. He then mercilessly starts sucking on my clit. I try to find a release but there’s none. He’s restraining my hips from moving, he’s mercilessly sucking on my bundle of nerves, harshly nipping and sucking on it as if his life depended on this. I’m a sweaty, moaning mess. I’ve been tugging on his hair the moment his mouth attached to my clit. “Fuck, I-I’m c-close.” “Hold it, baby, a little longer,” he mutters and I feel his nose touch my pubic bone. “I-I-” “On one,” he whispers and licks and laps up my clit. “10.” I gasp when I feel the vibrations run up and down my spine as he hums against my clit. “9.” “8.” “7.” I’m tugging on his hair like there is no tomorrow, my back is arching off the bed with every word he speaks and my hips buck up but he’s quick to press them back against the soft mattress. “6.” “5.” “4.” “Three more to go, baby.” “Ah, fuck…” “3.” “2.” “You’re almost there.” “Just- please, please, let me come, I-” “1.” I feel all the warmth and adrenaline rushing through my body. Stars cloud my vision and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I tightly hold onto his hair and let out loud heavy moans. He continues to suck me through my orgasm and I find my legs becoming numb. “I-ahh, I-” I give up trying to find the words and simply let him clean me up. The tight knot in my stomach is gone but there is still a very pleasant feeling present.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers and bumps my nose with his. “W-what are you w-waiting for then?” “Your permission,” he grins and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on the tip of his tongue and cup his face. “Can I fuck you, Y/N?” “Yes,” I pant and reattach our lips. Soon he breaks apart and leaps out of bed, only to return seconds later with a foil packet. “Safety first,” he grins and opens the packet with his teeth. How did I become so lucky? The hottest and sweetest guy on earth is looking at me as if I’m someone and not no-one. I can’t describe the feeling but I surely know that I don’t ever want it to stop. I want this to last forever.

“Y/N?” “Huh, sorry, I zoned out, I was uh thinking…” “I noticed, you were looking at the ceiling as if it was a sky full of stars…” he chuckles and runs a thumb down my cheek. “Are you okay, though?” he asks worriedly. “Yes.” “You very sure?” “I’m very sure.” A grin lights up his face as he sweetly and lovingly kisses my lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop here, Y/N.” I quickly shake my head and furrow my eyebrows at him. “I don’t want to stop,” I confess and feel the heat run to my cheeks. His grin widens even more if that’s possible and I see his eyes twinkle when he looks down at me. His eyes are like a sky full of stars, a brown-coloured sky with the brightest stars on display.

“So, uh, can I? You know…?” He looks down at his hard on and I blink twice and look up at him. He’s blushing heavily and a few brown locks have fallen in front of his eyes. I nod confirming at him and twirl one short brown strand of hair around my finger. “If I hurt you, tell me right away, okay?” “Okay.” He nervously bites his lip and lines up his hard on with my entrance. He gives me one final look to which I smile reassuringly and he then slowly and gently pushes inside of me. I clench my eyes shut and fist the sheets. “Shit-sorry, I- want me to stop?” He’s already pulling out slightly but I quickly shake my head. “No, don’t, please don’t. I just need some time to adjust.” ��O-okay, tell me if you want me to move, though.” I nod my head once again and wait for the burning pain to fade away. “Y-you can move.” He nods his head understanding and quickly pushes his length inside of me. I let out a big sigh once the pain begins to leave and smile softly up at him. He returns the gesture and cups my cheek. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” I blush heavily and pull him down so that his chest is faintly touching mine. “Please fuck me.” “On it,” he whispers and gently jerks his hips forward.

“Oh!” He keeps pushing into me at a slow, steady pace. I’m a moaning mess and so is he. I run my nails down his back and watch him close his eyes in bliss. “Fuck, princess,” he groans and heavily breathes in and out. “You’re so good,” I whisper and kiss his chest. “Only for you,” he winks playfully and slightly speeds up the pace. “Oh my god…” I moan and feel the burning knot in my stomach tighten again. He continues to pick up his speed and minutes later, he’s pounding into me at an insanely fast pace. My heart is almost leaping out of my chest with every thrust. “You’re so-t-tight,” he moans and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so close…” I trail off and run my hands down his chest. “Me too, love, me too.” “I can’t hold it a-anymore,” I confess and harshly bite down on my lips to keep myself from screaming. He stares into my eyes and runs a hand through my -now- messy hair. He then flips us over and smirks slightly. “Then finish this, baby.” His voice is hoarse and husky and I can’t help but get even more turned on.

I place my hands on his chest and push myself up and down his length with the last bit of energy. He closes his eyes and his lips part slightly. A frown is etched on his face and I can’t help but take in every single detail of his face. He’s so handsome. His dark-coloured eyelashes, his pale skin, his pink cheeks and his wet pink lips. This young man resembles a god. “Come on, baby,” he pleads desperately and puts his hands on either side of my hips. “I’m almost there and I can tell you are too,” he confesses. “Let me guide you,” he whispers and helps me move up and down. “F-fuck!” I cry and fall down on him. He kisses my forehead as he now jerks his hips up and protectively wraps his arms around my waist. He continues to pound into me and I swear I’m about to explode. “I c-can’t h-hold- ahh!” I cry softly when my muscles contract around his length and I feel him hiss as he comes undone as well. His body is shivering and sweaty as he tiredly lets go.

“Holy shit, Y/N, that was- that was amazing, I have no words for it,” he confesses and pulls out of me. He quickly throws the condom away and lies back down beside me. He pulls me into his side and caresses my hair. I pull the white sheet over our naked bodies and let out a happy sigh. “I feel the same way,” he chuckles and looks down at me. “You do?” “Yes, I’m happy, Y/N, and that’s not just because of the amazing sex we just had.” I hide my face with my hands but feel him pry them off my face. “Nah uh, don’t hide, this is my hotel room, so you have to follow my rules,” he grins mischievously. “And one of my rules is not to hide.” “You serious?” “I’ve never been so serious in my life.” I shake my head at him but smile nonetheless. This is one perfect moment. It’s quiet for a while until he decides to speak up.

“You know, Y/N, that’s what you get when seducing an English-literature teacher. Teachers always set rules,” he smirks and runs his hands up and down my arms. “Hold on, you. Me seducing you? If I recall correctly you were the one who unexpectedly put your hands on my hips.” “I couldn’t stand you being so insecure…” I lift my head off his chest and furrow my eyebrows. “You noticed that?” “Yes.” “Oh…” I frown slightly and look down at the mattress, this is so embarrassing. “But hey, with a little help, you absolutely nailed it,” he tries and puts his index finger under my chin. “I did not, I’m just no dancer-material,” I pout. “Aww, you don’t have to be a professional dancer. Besides, I thought it was really cute. You were trying so hard. It was adorable.” “I’m officially embarrassed,” I mutter and a chuckle slips passed his lips. “Second rule is not to be embarrassed for not being dancer material,” he states solemnly and I shake my head at him. A glint of mischief fills his eyes and before I can wrap my mind around what’s happening, I’m pulled to my feet and he’s humming a song.

His arms are wrapped around my waist as he holds me close and I hesitantly wrap my arms around his neck. “Let’s slow dance, there’s no-one here to judge or laugh. It’s just you and me, naked you and me,” he smirks and gently guides me. “Thank you,” I whisper and rest my head against his shoulder. “My pleasure. Oh and Y/N?” “Yes?” “You’re definitely girlfriend material,” he winks mischievously.

While the kisses of your mouth could nourish me and my soul for eons, no measurable time would pass through the duration of their gift, and lifetimes would endure while I kissed your mouth held between my two hands.

POEM: ‘Kiss: A Touch Or Caress With The Lips’ by Jillian Bee.

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