#Shawn Peter Raul Mendes FanFic

[shawmilo]

There's Nothing Holdin' Her Back

Warnings:😬Fluff,Smut&A Tiny Bit Of A "Sneeze-Kink".

Request(ed):No.

Word-Count:879,Sentence-Count:57,Paragraph-Count:22,Character-Count:4.988(WithOut Space:4.068),Syllable-Count:1.192.

Theme:Established🥰Relationship,🤒Sick-Fic🤧.

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Shawn was always kind of a health-freak. He'd try his best to do absolutely any- and everything, to avoid getting sick and to have his vocal cords to the upmost maximum of their abilities. Whatever trick he picked up, here or there; that ensured to be a wonder-remedy for his voice-no matter how wild and crazy it seemed-he'd try out.

Still one fatal day, it happened. He woke up feeling like his head had just collided with a brick wall.

He let out a combination of an irritated grunt and a sigh, trying to get up. His body not being able to cooperate, deciding to let his head plop straight back upon his pillow.

Right at that very moment, his girlfriend appeared; from doing her morning routine in the bathroom.

"Hey Boo, thought you'd be up by now" When he answered with a defeated huff and a raspy, whiny "That's what I was thinkin' too", she lovingly put her hand on his cheek, feeling his temperature. "My god, Shawn; you're burnin' up!"

"I'm gonna call off my appointments, for today", No, Hun; you don't have to do that, on account of me", "I really think it's for the best, besides It's my decision to make", "Are you sure, tho; Hun?", "In all the time we've known each other, what is that thing again; you always say, attracted me to you the most?!", "The way you always seem so sure of yourself?", "That's the thing!...So I'm stayin' right here at home, to treat you; till you're all better"

"But, Hun...", he protests, till she interrupts him "No, Shawn; I said, I'm gonna stay with you and that's final...You know how I get, once I've made up my mind!". All he could do, was to let out a deep sigh; knowing her, she wasn't gonna let up. He wasn't feeling up to an argument right now, plus it wasn't like she didn't always get her way with him anyways.

That brought on a coughing fit, which send her racing off to the kitchen; retrieving the two of them, each a glass of orange juice. She placed them on the nightstand, sat down beside her boyfriend; rubbing his back. "Drink your juice, Boo; It'll help". So he takes a glass, to take a sip from it; thinking it's his and sneezes in it.

"Boo, that's my drink", while taking it from him and drinking from it herself; before placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh, No; Hun...Now you're gonna get sick too!", "Wouldn't mind, sharin' your cold...I wanna share everythin' with you"

She practically immediately starts sneezing herself. "See, told ya; it's startin' already!", "All of a sudden, I'm startin' to feel a little queasy", "Oh, comon over here; Hun"

While he lifts the blanket; inviting her to join him, underneath. They shift and squirm a bit, till they're both comfortable.

"Are you comfy, Hun?", "I can think of somethin' that's gonna make us both feel even more comfy", "If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', then yeah; we can give it a try"

So he's lining himself up with her, they're spooning and he's hugging her from behind. "Well, great minds; that's what I love 'bout you". He opens his mouth, to say something ;but she continues with: "You didn't think I picked you, just 'cause of your looks; now did you?!"

When she finally has him snugly buried within her, and he's leaving a trail of smooches; from her neck to her spine, she starts to wiggle a bit; pushing herself back on him, making him groan: "Tryin' to get even more comfy, Hun?". She answers with a "Humm"

But he's still not moving, like she expected him to. So she pulls and pushes back again, growing impatient; making him groan again, but now out of frustration.

Clearly annoyed, she speaks up: "Thought we were thinkin' of the same thing?, apparently not!". Planting a firm kiss on her shoulder blade, he replies: "Thought we would just do a little Cockwarmin', to you know; warm you up a little"

"But now, you got me all warmed up; in a whole other way...So, Whatta ya gonna do 'bout that; éh?!", "But hun, I'm really not feelin' up to it; if I'm bein' honest...I'm afraid I'm only gonna disappoint you", "Oh, Boo; I can't imagine ever bein' disappointed in you"

With that she turns and flips the both of them over, only to straddle him and start to ride him.

"Hold on, a little bit; Hun". He grabs the blanket, to wrap it around her. "I don't want you to get even more sick, then you already are; Hun" and kisses her forehead, continuing with: "Oh my, you're burnin' up", "Yeah, burnin' for you; to love on me"

"Okay...You win, we're gonna do it your way; but please have some mercy on me", "It'll be okay, Boo...Imma do all the work, you just lay back; relax and enjoy...I'm gonna teach you how to love me"

"God, I honestly couldn't say; which is more runnin' with wetness!", "Huh?", he continues with: "Your nose...Or that aching pussy of yours", "Uhm, maybe; you should clean it up, then", "Maybe, I should...Well, come sit that pretty drippin' pussy of yours; on my starvin' mouth then, so I can devour you; Hun"

Before she even has the chance to mount her stallion, he affectionately licks her nose; slowly and gently.

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[pammyloumendkens]

August 8Th

Short,BUT Sweet B-Day Story.

Today is a special one to you, you get to celebrate your love for the biggest loves of your life; it's international cat day and your boyfriend's birthday rolled into one.

You had the whole day planned: a gathering with his family and friends, who he and you both see as an extended family.

Looks like he has today mapped out a bit differently though, or at least the other way round from your planning; when he put his arms around you and engulfing his lips in your neck, whilest you were in the mids of making breakfast featuring his fave muffins.

"What are you doing up and about already? I was planning on bringin' the birthday boy breakfast in bed."

"Woke up to the smell of something sweet, there was nothing holdin' me back".

"That right there is one of, or better said the thing I admire you for most.", you sighed; turning in his grip, now facing him with a content smile on your face; and a raised eyebrow on his.

"You're so transparently predictable.", "So, what you're sayin' is I've got no chance of surprisin' someone?"

"You don't stand a chance with me, at least". "Oh, I think it'll surprise you to learn that smell that woke me; I wasn't talkin' 'boot your bakingskills, although I'm sure they're gonna turn out sweet as well; but I meant my sweet hunny's perfume, nothing can top that; for me".

You were definitely blushing by now, and Oh boy; where you ever wrong, imagining he impossibly couldn't get you even wetter; than he already had. He knows you like the back of his hand.

You were completely at the mercy of his loving praising words, and boy; did he clearly know perfectly which effect that had on you, how he could make you melt and mould into him; just by being his typical soft and sweet self.

You just couldn't resist, so you just surrendered to him; there was nothing else you could have done, with the power he had over you.

"I believe a certain someone is so eager to unwrap his gift, so eager he can't wait till this evenin'."

"What you mean, hun?", "What I mean, is I wanna give you me; "But Hun, I already got you"...and with that I mean all of me, tonight."; "You mean...", "I mean...I'm ready when you are"; "You really sure?", "I've never felt so sure 'bout anythin' nor anyone, in my whole life."

"All I could 've asked for; you're my best present ever, nothing could ever top that; all of 'em combined!"

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[theyjustv2callmynameillcumrunnin]

Indiana Shawn and the Taming of The Red Sea

Warnings:😬argument, swear words, fluff, smut (while she/you is/are on her/your period).

Request(ed):No.

Word count: 2.079, Sentence count: 139, Paragraph count: 42, Character count: 11.222 (Without space: 9.109), Syllable count: 2.650.

Theme: Established🥰relationship, Halloween🎃Party.

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When Halloween was just around the corner and Shawn was invited to a costume party, his girlfriend wasn't in the party mood, at all. She was on her period and spent the day in bed, not feeling well.

So she told him, "Shawn, i'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline your offer, to be your plus one to that party tonight." "Cramps gettin' the best of you, eh hun", he asked with a deep sigh, already knowing what her answer would be. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm really not feelin' up to it.", "Oh hun, you don't have to feel guilty 'bout ditchin' me.", Which he got a pillow to the head, in turn for. "It's not like you invented not feelin' well, as an excuse, for not havin' to accompany me, or is it.", he inquired, hiding his face behind the pillow he managed to catch, in shame and defence.

He thought, maybe, she was going to throw something else at him, instead he heard sobs coming from the other side of the pillow. "How could you, even think of me in that way?!", she asked him, crying, face buried inbetween her knees, legs pulled up to her aching stomach, swaying to try to cope with both the physical and emotional pain.

When he lowered the pillow and took in the sight of his girl, now hurting even more, 'cause of him, he wanted to scrunch down by her side of the bed, but typical of his clumsy self, he stumbled, only to end up falling face down on the bed.

Although his antics, were able to draw a small chuckle from her, she still couldn't stop sobbing. When he pushed himself up, he carefully crawled up on the bed, scared she would reject him, feeling hurt by his words.

Relief washing over him, when she didn't try to push him away, 'cause holding her tight, comforting her, was the only thing on his mind right in this moment. "Hun, I was just jokin', I should 've known better, while you're so emotional, 'm so sorry.", he whispered in her ear, while stroking her back lovingly.

She lifted her head, due to the feeling of her boyfriend leaving kisses on the back and side of her neck, while swaying together, him holding her comfortingly to his chest. "Okay, okay, you're forgiven! Maybe you can invite a friend to join you to the party?", "That's my smart, fast thinkin' girl, Imma gonna make a few calls to see if anyone can and wants to go with me."

After a couple of minutes, it was arranged, that one of his colleagues and friends, Mike was going to pick him up. When the time came for Shawn to leave for the party, Mike pulled up, honking. Shawn responded by sending him a quick text message, saying "I'm comin' already, I'll be right there."

Putting his iPhone in the pocket of his pants, he turned to his girlfriend. "I'll be back before you know it, then we can cuddle 'till we fall asleep. How's that sound?", "That sounds like a perfect plan, to me", she said, offering him a lazy little smile, that turned to a winch, while holding her breath, from the stabbing pain to her stomach.

"Hold on, 'm gonna go fill up a hot water bottle, be right back", Shawn said, seeing her face contort painfully, nodding, as her okay and thank you, rolled into one. When he returned, he placed the bottle gently on her tummy, kissing her forehead.

"Hun, you still set on me going to that party with Mike?", "Why wouldn't I be? Now, go on, get outta here and go and have some fun!", nudging him to get off of the bed. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving already...under one condition!", "Which is?", "You try get some sleep, while I'm out, okay?!", "Okay, I'll try my best", blowing him a kiss, to which he could only smirk, shaking his head, blushing.

The whole time at the party, Shawn couldn't stop thinking about how that sweet girl of his, and how she managed to convince him, to go here, feeling so lonesome and lost, at this crowded party, without her by his side.

Now Mike was finally driving back, to drop him off home. Home, to her. His home was wherever she was, that was a fact, he was sure of.

When he and Mike had said their goodbyes and he was finally able to step inside, closing the door behind him. While normally calling out a "Hun, I'm home", now he found himself tiptoeing to their bedroom, careful not to disturb her, in case she managed to fall asleep, as they agreed on.

He was just about to take of his boots, when she switched on the lamp on her nightstand, proceeding to roll over, looking him straight in the eyes, head tilted to the side, with a look that could be the dead of him.

Only, not in the good kinda way, but in the "If looks could actually kill" kind.

"Had fun? Sure seems like you had fun, and lots of it, by the looks of you!", she exclaimed, glaring him over. "Whatta you mean by that?", he asked her, just standing there, frozen perplexed.

"You're not soundin' like that same sweet girl, I was miserably missin', the whole fuckin' night."

"Well, you're not lookin' like that same guy, that went off to that party, leavin' me here, all alone. While you knew, damn well, I wasn't feelin' good, I might add!"

"But hun, wasn't it you, who practically forced me, to go to the party, either way?!", "That's another thin', 'm not feelin' good 'bout, Shawn!", "I dunno what you're tryin' to get at, hun"

"Well, Shawn, if you don't understand me, or girls in general, by now...,she sighed, "I'm gonna teach you a valuable lesson."

"I'm all ears, hun, go 'head and teach me.", "You really haven't you figured it out yet, eh!?", "Guess I haven't then, but I'm sure, I'll get it, once you teach me that lesson!"

"Okay, here goes, are you listening?!", "Yeah, I'm listening!", "Well, Shawn, you see, here's the thing....The trick to girls is, they don't always mean what they're sayin', especially when they're emotional!", "You mean, like bein' on their period, for instance.", "Yeah, for instance"

"Oh, I get it now", "You do, you sure of that!?", "What I'm sure of now, is you wanted the same exact thin', I was longin' for all evenin'.", "Oh yeah, and what would that particular thing be then?", "Me, stayin' at home, in this bed, with you, all night, instead of goin' to that damn party! Tell me, I'm wrong, go on!?", "I can't...'Cause you're right, fuck, you're so damn right!"

While Shawn's stepping closer to the bed, she's throwing off the duvet, covering her, so she can crawl to him. She goes from standing on her knees, to sitting on them, soon as he crouches down, taking both her hands between his.

"God, I'm so stupid! Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, hun?", "Only if...", "Whatever hun, I'm even prepared to sacrifice my life for your forgiveness! Just please have some mercy on me?", "I will, on one condition", "Which is?", "If you can find it in your heart, to forgive my stupid ass!?", "Me, forgive you, for what...Bein' so whiny and bitchy?", he gritted his teeth, preparing for whatever her comeback would entail.

"Yeah, in a nut shell...For bein' so stupid, to not let you know, straight up, I really didn't want you to go with Mike to that party."

"Can you enlighten me, now, how the fuck, you ended up lookin' like a fuckin' crocodile swallowed and spit you back out? 'Cause I can remember clearly, you didn't leave lookin' like that!"

"Like what? Like I've been fumblin' nervously, with my outfit, 'cause I was feelin' so out of place, bein' at that party, without bein' able to have my arms wrapped around you, while the whole fuckin' night, my mind was only wrapped 'round you!"

"Oh hun, what am I gonna do 'bout you", "Isn' t the real question here, what are you gonna do with me?...Or better yet, to me!"

She was eyeing him for head to toe, and back up again, wetting her lips, ending with sticking her tongue out between the corner of them, giving him a naughty wink. Then she let herself fall on her back, spreading her legs, oh so tormentingly slow.

Maybe it was all getting a little to much for him, 'cause now he was giving her a certain kinda look - (see pic above) - , like she almost could see the wheels turning inside his head, while he had this smug smirk adorning his face.

After a few minutes of thinking in silence, which seemed to last an eternity to her, he spoke up, "Ya know what's a fittin' way to treat a whinin' bitch?", "No, I'm afraid, I don't...Guess you'll have to teach me.", "Oh, I'll teach ya hun, don't you worry!"

Just when she was about to say something, he silenced her by giving her a warning, "Well, when a whiny bitch, can't seem to keep her dirty mouth shut, she gets tied up to the bed!", "Is that supposed to be a threat?", she wondered out loud. "Oh no baby, that's a promise", resting his left hand on his hip, where his Indiana Jones costume provided him with a whip, his smirk only grown wider by now.

"Is that so?", that was all it took, for him to crawl up on the bed, between her legs, which where shaking in excitement, and make good on his promise.

Just as he was about to tie her to the bed with his whip, she wrapped her legs round his waist. "Well, looks like someone's impatient, eh!", she nodded her head frantically and let out a sigh from deep within her core.

Those actions made him decide, it'd be okay, if he were to take on a different approach. So instead, he brushed his wip starting from her throat, right down to where she was longing to have him the most, and back again, while he whispered "Just 'cause I'm a gentleman, I'm gonna give you a second warning."

She could only muster to swallow from all the anticipation, burning through every fiber of her body. When he added "I'm reminding you, of the fact, that I'm armed and dangerous.", she really thought, she was going to cum, right that instant.

"May I remind you, I'm on my period", "You really didn't think for a second, Indiana Shawn wasn't gonna take up the challenge of tryin' his best, to tame the Red Sea, now did ya?! Now, let's see what happens, when I put that monster of mine in it's rightful place, shall we.", "Uhm, Shawn Hunny, I think you're a little disoriented there.", "No, I'm sure, I'm right where I belong.", he retorted with a grunt. "You know damn well, that's not what I meant! I was referring to that monster, that's not the Red Sea, that's Loch Ness.", "I doubt Loch Ness, could ever treat my monster as good, as that Red Sea of yours always makes me feel."

After about an hour of loving on eachother and him being so generous, giving her two orgasms, Shawn was now lying on his back, with her draped all over him. She felt his chest make a motion like as if he was chuckling. When she lifted her head of his chest, to look up at him, sure enough he had a gigantic smirk on his face.

"Glad I was able to make you feel that good.", "It's not that...Well, it's that too.", "What's this here for, then?", she questioned, tapping his lips with her pointer finger. "Remember what you said, when you were nearin' your first orgasm?", "Hmmm...Not exactly, remind me.", "You said, well sounded more like a mixture of a whine and a moan, "I'm cummin' already, I'm right there."", "So, what about it?!". When he showed her the message he send Mike earlier, they were both full on laughing.

Until...she dared to ask him, "You weren't thinkin' of Mike, from the moment I said that, were you!?", so now the time had come, for Shawn to repay her, by starting a pillow fight.

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[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 19 of Kinkmas: Taking a Bath With Shawn

pairing: Shawn Mendes x fem!reader

warning: unprotected sex (pls be safe)

Y/N’s POV

I walk in my house, stressed by a bad day at work and see my husband Shawn.

“how’s was work?” Shawn says with that dumb smirk on his face that I love.

“a nightmare.” I said about to tear up.

I fel two hands hugging me and i look up and it’s hugging me to make my day even better.

“i know what will make you feel better.” Shawn says kissing my temple gently.

“what’s that?”

“a bubble bath.”

“if that will make me feel better then give it to me.”

Shawn picks me up bridal style and brings me to the bathroom and starts to undress me slowly and starts the warm water and get the bubbles in the tube.

I get in the tub, while in the tub I see Shawn getting undressed and getting in the tub with me.

“Are you enjoying the bath honey?”

“Mmm yes, it feels good.” i moaned.

“i just wish that you can quit that job and stay home with me.” Shawn says getting closer to me.

“I know but you know that i get paid well.” I said pouting.

“I know, i just need you to be with me, i feel lonely without you here.” He says kissing my neck slowly.

I start to moan a little louder to remind him that he can touch me.

He grabs my legs closer to him and starts to kiss my lips harder and starts to make love to me.

He picks me up to get my body dried and brings me to the our bed. He gets on me and starts to fuck me harder. I start to scream in pleasure and feel his smirk in my neck.

“Shawn, you-you’re hurting me slo-slow down ple-please.” I stuttered.

“Sorry baby, i just want to make you feel good.” He moaned.

“go on a normal speed please.”

Shawn stops and fell next to me and breathed heavily.

“That was amazing.” i say breathing heavily.

“Are you going to quit the job now?”

“Yes.”

Shawn grabs his phone and starts to call my work.

“Mr. Larsen, my wife Mrs. Mendes wants to quit going to your office. Screw you then bastard!” Shawn sceams to the phone.

“What did he say?”

“He said, ‘that you’re the most sluttiest woman he has seen in his life.’ and I got mad and cursed.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Shawn starts to get tears in his eyes a little bit.

“Shawn, it’s okay, you got me to quit that awful job, and i’m going to be with you every day.”

“I know but the stuff that he said about you.”

“Ignore the dick head, he means nothing to you baby.”

“I’m just glad that you can stay here with me.”

“I know.” I say kissing his cheek softly.

“Round 2?” he says smirking.

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[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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[shiningshawns]

SMUT!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ.

I sit on the bed in the guest room across from Shawn's room and his friends rooms down the corridor at 1am, watching TikTok on my phone. I have so much horny shit on my for you page of Shawn right now and not gonna lie it turns me kinda on.

I watch another 10 minutes and have enough of it. There are so many edits. I’m so horny now. I can’t help it. I don’t want to masturbate though I just wanna hear this sounds from a boy right now. And there I am, standing in front of Shawn’s door. I don‘t know why I’m even here. We’re only friends but I never was this horny in my life. I knock on the door, hoping he’s awake. I only here a „yeah?“ and open the door.

He watches up from his phone, into my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand and purple LED‘s on. I just stand in the door, looking at him.

„What do you want at 1am?“ he chuckled slightly. I go over to him, so I’m standing right in front of his face. He looks up at me, confused. „What are you-“ „stay still.“ I cut him off and go on my knees unbutton his pants. „doing..“ he ends his sentence after he realises what I’m going to do and slightly spreads his legs for me. Before he could say something, I shove his pants down and his boxers follow. Honestly his dick is bigger than I thought. He’s half-hard now, so I go up to his face, looking him in the eyes. With wide eyes he looks at me, still don’t know why I’m doing this. „I-uhm-“ he doesn’t know what he should say. I go to his neck, sucking on him.

He lets out a quiet gasp, turning me on a little more. I go to his earlobe, licking and sucking on it too. He slightly whimpers at that, cuts it off by clearing his throat. ‚okay, that’s what he likes’ I thought. I give his earlobe one last suck, then going down to his dick again, what is fully hard now.

I give it a small lick, making him gasp louder. Without warning, I take his whole length in my mouth, making him moan. „Fuck y/n..“ i go up again, putting my tongue in his slit. He whimpers and tugs his hand in my hair. I go down again, and he tightens the grip on my hair, making me groan slightly. I give him a few more sucks, hands on his thighs. He is moaning louder now, giving me the hint he’s close. „F-fu-uck, please. You’re so good at this” he tried not to let out a whimper during the sentence. He’s so close now, pre-cum already all over my tongue.

I swallow it, making my throat tighten, and he groans at that. He moves his hips up, trying to put more of him in my mouth even if I already have his whole length in my throat. “Fuck! I’m gonna-“ he cuts himself off. I go off of his dick “you gonna what? Tell me.” He looks down at me. He looks so good in this angle oh god. “I-I can’t.“ he has a red face, embarrassed to say it. I stroke him with my hand slowly, making him throw his head back and whimper. „You’re not gonna cum until you say it.“

„Shit. I- I’m gonna - cum. I’m gonna cum for you.“ he finally says. „good boy.” I tell him before I put my mouth around him again. He moans a little louder that he should at this. His roommates are at home but I think he doesn’t care at all right now. He moaned a few more times, god I can hear this sounds all the time. “mmmhh that feels good..” “I’m gonna cum.. oh my god” he gasps. I go down again, and he shoots his load in my mouth, making me moan because of his taste. Oh, the flavour of him tastes so fucking good. He whines moans and gasps when he comes. I love his sounds. I slowly go off of his dick, making him whine one more time. I stand up and go to his face. Without warning I smash my lips into his. He’s shocked at first but then kisses me back.

I put my tongue in when he slightly opens his mouth. He moans when I put my tongue deeper in his mouth. I moan back, then break the kiss. He then opens his eyes and looks at me a little embarrassed. „Like the taste of you?“ I smirk at him and he nods slightly. „I'm gonna go back to my room, good night“ I say and smile at him. „Goodnight“ he said and smiled back. I go out of his room, back into the guest room. God, how I loved the sounds he made. We’re still friends and I don‘t know what will happen in the morning, if it will be embarrassing, but I don’t care right now. We will see.

this is so bad my apologies honestly i cannot write fanfics

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NSFW 18+ / Minors, please DNI…

Word Count: ~4.8k

Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell him to dick you down already.”

That’s the moment you hear a knock on your apartment door. Shawn has already charmed the entirety of the front desk staff; they don’t even call you anymore for consent to let him upstairs.

You swing open the door and Shawn’s eyes brighten. “Baby,” he murmurs, his smile even more brilliant.

He draws you to him to give you an enthusiastic kiss hello. You can’t help but react; this boy is your kryptonite.

When you ease away from each other his eyes caress you from head to toe. Deliberately. He rumbles, “You look gorgeous.”

“So do you,” you breathe, cheeks pink, despite your frustration with him.

He’s wearing navy, low-rise, straight-leg pants that hug his ass in the most perfect way, his Bode, white lace, long-sleeve shirt you both love so much, and his go-to black Chelsea boots.

Your man is a fucking model. (No, really. Signed with Wilhemina and everything, with campaigns for Armani, Calvin Klein, and Tommy Hilfiger under his belt.) He is magnificently built, tall and broad, with skin reflecting his half-Portuguese heritage due to an abundance of vitamin D from the summer sun, and dark curls at the exact length you favor.

“I have half a mind to say fuck it and stay in tonight,” he smirks.

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

“But then I can’t show my girl off,” he grins. “I want people to turn their heads when we walk by and think to themselves, what a lucky bastard.”

Where normally his boasting and praise would light you up and have you floating on air, head held high, proud to be his girl, tonight it rubs you the wrong way.

Shawn offers you his arm and smiles. “Ready, baby?”

///

After your first few dates, you and Shawn had taken to sitting side by side at restaurants instead of across from each other, so his first inkling that something is off is when you choose the seat opposite the cushy side where you would usually sit together.

Despite his bemusement, he pulls your chair out for you like the gentleman he has always been.

The second indication is how you aren’t as engaging or flirtatious as usual. In truth, it’s the first time he has ever felt that he has dominated the conversation. There had always been an equal push and pull between you; it was what made all of your conversations so effervescent.

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

Halfway through dinner he’s bothered enough to reach for your hand and draw you from your chair to sit beside him. You huff softly but still go willingly. You hate how you’re feeling upset with him at all.

He drapes his arm across the back of the bench behind you. It’s reassuring that you lean into him. After he leaves a trail of little kisses along your jawline he asks, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? We always sit together. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” You try to smile genuinely, but all Shawn can see is disquiet in your eyes. You haven't ever been a good liar.

He catches the attention of your waitress and motions for the check.

“But we aren’t done with dinner,” you contend.

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your entree,” he gently argues, stroking the soft skin of your back with gentle fingertips.

You reach for his other hand and entwine your fingers with his. “I'm fine, babe. Let’s order dessert and have another glass of wine.”

He slides his Amex card into the check presenter and hands it back to the waitress. He kisses you once she walks away and murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. This place is overrated anyway.”

///

The plan had been to go on to a speakeasy after dinner to meet some of your friends, have a few drinks, and listen to some live music. So, when you realize Shawn is taking you in the direction of his place instead, you feel terrible for ruining more than dinner.

“No, baby. Let’s just go on to the bar,” you insist. “Our friends are waiting.”

He places his hand on your thigh and draws shapes against your skin. He glances at you and smiles affectionately, even though now you can see the disquiet in his eyes.

“Another time. I’ve decided I want my girl all to myself tonight. They’ll forgive us.”

///

You love Shawn’s place, simply for the way it smells. It’s everything Shawn, with little nuances of you. You spend more time at his place than yours because there’s more privacy. He has no roommate to crash your movie nights or cuddle sessions like JJ too often does. It has begun to feel more like home than your own apartment.

You slip out of your heels and start toward Shawn’s room to steal one of his shirts so you can get out of your dress, but before you can go too far, Shawn reaches for your hand, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

He wastes no time in trying to fix whatever seems to be fracturing. He asks quietly, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You return to him, slip your arms around him, and inhale his very essence. You fit perfectly in his arms and it’s the closest he’s felt to you all night.

You have only been together for three months; it's safe to say he may not yet know all of your moods. Maybe this is just another piece of you he has to learn.

You rise onto your tiptoes and brush your lips against his, encouraging him to kiss you. He gets caught up in you as quickly and as easily as he always does, his hands slipping into your hair, the pads of his thumbs stroking your face, as your kisses turn from soft to fervent.

Your hands reach for him, and fingers fumble to undo his pants.

You normally get much further than this before he stops you. But you still haven’t told him why you haven’t been yourself tonight and his brain takes over sooner than it usually would.

“Honey?” He pauses your hands and eases away, rezipping and refastening his pants, despite the fact that they’re too tight now and quite uncomfortable.

Your frustration finally boils over, and with an irritated sigh you push him away with hands against his chest. He stumbles one step back.

You immediately, apologetically rub your hands down the front of his shirt and then reach up to cup his face. He covers your hands with his and breathes your name, - an urge to help him understand.

“You tell me I’m beautiful all the time, and we make out until our lips are numb, and we get here, to this point, and so, so close to so much more, and just when I think, finally…”

You take two steps back, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, asking meekly, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Oh my God,” Shawn gasps. It’s as if the floor opens beneath his feet and swallows him whole. “Sweetheart.” He feels like the biggest son of a bitch for making you cry, for making you doubt your appeal when, to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, or feel insecure in any way.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You can't imagine the things I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

“Come’ere.” He reaches out to take your hands again in his and draws you close. “I just… I wanted to take it slow.”

“This isn’t three dates or three weeks, Shawn, we’ve been together for three months.”

“Can- can I be honest?” he exhales shakily, cheeks pinking.

“Always. You know that.”

He gently squeezes your hands. “I wanted to take it slow… a- at first because… My God, honey, you’re perfect, and I like you, like, a lot, you know? Hell, I- I more than like you,” he confesses, blushing even darker. “And I didn’t want to fuck anything up before I had the chance to make you mine…

“I was afraid to move too fast, because I usually do, and then it always ends as quickly as it starts. And I want things to work out this time, more than I’ve ever wanted things to work out with anyone else.”

“Shawn,” you wheeze, easing your hands from his to run down his chest. You bite your lip to try to keep yourself from smiling like a fool.

“I know once we…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know…”

Fuck, was he the most adorable thing ever sometimes. “Have sex?” you smirk.

His eyes meet yours and he licks and bites his lips in that way he does that makes you crazy. “Once I really get between your legs, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

“’cause you like me, like, a lot?” you grin, even as your face flames. “I like you, like, a lot, too, Shawn… And I don’t know, never leaving bed sounds pretty fucking amazing to me.” You tug on his hand, - a request to follow you to his room.

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

You groan with a flare of new frustration. “You’re really trying my patience, babe.”

He has to close his eyes for his next admission and his face burns hot. “I’m having some… performance anxiety.”

You rise on your tiptoes and murmur against the shell of his ear as your hand brushes across the significant bulge at the front of his pants. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

“That’s not-” he hums, wetting his lips, “the problem.” He guides your hand back to where it had just been because he really wants it there.

You gently palm him through his pants. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“I haven’t had sex with- with anyone for awhile. Just- just my own hand. And when- when I…”

His stuttering is positively endearing.

“When you…?” you encourage, coyly. You know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it.

“I think about you when my hand is on my cock,” he murmurs, “dreamin’ it’s yours.”

Wetness immediately pools between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to watch him get himself off.

“And I come embarrassingly fast. Like a damn twelve-year-old boy who just discovered his dick. So… when you try to put your hand in my pants…”

“What? Think I’ll be unimpressed with your size?” you tease. “It’s all about how you use it.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughs, pulling you against him and palming your ass like you had just been palming his crotch.

“I already know that is not going to be an issue,” you murmur, increasing the pressure of your stroke.

It's almost too much. “You gotta stop now, baby,” he groans, easing away from your caress. “I want to last more than seven seconds,” he puffs and nervously runs a hand through his hair. “And that- that’s what I worry about. I don’t want you to be… disappointed. And then I get… stuck in my fucking head.”

“Could never be disappointed, babe.” You cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I wish you would’ve told me all of this sooner.”

“I'm an idiot,” he states. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about how my anxieties were affecting you, and I should have. I never meant to make you feel undesirable, or that I didn’t want to shove my cock in you every fucking chance I had. Shit, baby.”

“Aw, you say the most romantic things,” you intone amusingly.

He hooks his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, murmuring, “I want to make love with you…” He slides the straps off your shoulders. “…every second of every day. Is that better?” he hums.

“No, no, right now shoving your cock in me, - that works,” you say breathily,  again unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. You grip the open waistband to sharply tug him closer.

He exhales with a suppressed grunt that has you begging. “I’m fucking horny, Shawn. I need it,” you whine. “I need you.”

He has quickly located and unfastened every tie or zipper keeping your dress on your body. “Been dying to get you outta this dress all fucking night,” he groans, as it flutters to the floor.

His eyes caress the swells of your breasts almost spilling out of your strapless bra. Your nipples are visible through the sheer material. He cups your breasts and drags the pads of his thumbs over your taut peaks. “Fucking flawless,” he groans.

You begin to walk both of you towards the sofa while unbuttoning the only three buttons on his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders. The backs of his calves find your mark.

Before he can even catch up, you’ve pushed his pants over his hips and have gently shoved him down onto the sofa. You’re in his lap the next moment, straddling him, your lace-covered core pressing against his cotton-encased hardness.

“Shit,” he curses. His hands can’t decide if they want to be on your hips or your ass.

One of your hands curls around the back of his neck, the other tangles in his curls. You trail tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline.

You start rocking your hips and touch the tip of your tongue to the lobe of his ear. “You feel good, baby,” you purr. 

His grip tightens on your hips and you hear a tiny rumble at the back of his throat. He places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and over the swells of your breasts.

Your hips roll and speed up. The friction is divine and you think you might come, just like this, but your own pleasure is second to Shawn’s. You want him to get out of his head; you don’t want him thinking at all, just feeling.

You start to grind your hips against his. “Oh God-” he exhales. You’re soaking the lace of your panties and you can feel how you’re making a mess of his boxer briefs as well, where his cockhead is straining.

It’s not how he wants things to go, but it feels too good. His protestations are weak.

You take his earlobe between your lips and gently suck and lick it. With the tip of your tongue, you trace the contours of his ear.

He grabs your ass and squeezes, trying to still your hips, as your lips return to his earlobe and gently nibble on it. “Baby- baby- stop stop stop-” he gasps, lips against your skin. “You’re gonna make me-”

His orgasm washes over him and he nuts with a shuddering groan as wetness coats the inside of his underwear. Like a twelve-year-old boy.

You release his ear and slow your hips, trying to edge yourself away from your own climax, while his cock continues to throb and jerk.

His hand grips the back of your head, forcing your lips to his. His tongue delves deep into your mouth. He grunts as your lips part. He tries to scowl but he can’t stop from laughing instead. “You did that on purpose.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you’ll last longer next time.”

He has you under him on the sofa before you can do anything but squeal and laugh.

“You’re asking for it,” he laughs, deep and throaty, hurriedly, roughly dragging the already saturated lace of your panties over your hips, down, and off. “And for the record,” he smirks, gripping his half hard cock through his boxers. “I’m above average, and I know how to use it.”

You hook your finger in the waistband and start to draw it down. “Prove it.”

Shawn pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. You lick your lips, thinking just how badly you want to get your mouth on him.

It’s as if he can read your thoughts. “Nuh-uh. My turn.” Hovering over you, he brings his lips to your ear and growls, purrs, “I know how to use my tongue, too.”

The way he kisses is enough to confirm that, but knowing he is about to bury his face between your thighs sends a fresh wave of desire throughout your body, and makes your pussy throb.

Thank fuck for the size of his sofa, as he pushes your legs open.

You gasp and groan, your back arching, when he lowers and closes his mouth around your center.

You bite on your lower lip, hand immediately tangling in his hair, as you rock against his face. You moan, hips moving instinctively against him, “Shawn… hmm… yes, baby, yes...”

His tongue is on your clit, first and middle fingers dipping inside you. He quickly finds that magic sweet spot, crooks his fingers, and laves and flicks and sucks your button, and you’re levitating off the sofa.

It’s too much and also not enough. One hand is in his hair, tugging, the other is twisted in the sofa’s slipcover beside you. You try to close your legs, but can’t with his broadness in the way. “Shawnshawnshawn,” you wheeze. “OhGod-”

His fingers are soaked with your juices. He’s fully hard again from the scent of your arousal, the moans and groans he’s drawing from you, how you’re rippling against him, and the friction of his cock rubbing against the sofa.

He knows you’re close; his fingers slip from you and you whine, tightening your grip in his curls, but he wants to prolong your ascension and he needs to taste you again.

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

He licks away the wetness you’ve already released and then his tongue is where his fingers just were.

Everything about him is long; his limbs, his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Your taste is addictive, and he feasts, humming and rumbling, urging you to take your pleasure by pushing against his mouth.

You’re near your zenith; he can tell by the way your hand in his hair tugs and how your moan changes. Your body begins to quiver and again he withdraws.

“Nonono,” you gasp, whimper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

But he’s only removed his mouth to sink two fingers back into you.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, each time brushing against that tight bundle of nerves. You clench around him, moaning, chasing the release you might die if you don’t get rightthefucknow.

With one more firm crook of his fingers, and just the right amount of pressure from his thumb on your clit, you climax, shatter, and cry out as your orgasm fully claims you.

“Gorgeous,” Shawn purrs as he softly kisses and caresses you through every twitch and tremble and wave, until you’re blissed out and hypersensitive to his touch.

You are loose and pliant and flush and utterly exquisite beneath him. Shawn has never been more tempted to slide into a pussy unprotected, but it’s too big of a risk that he’d find himself wanting to stay buried within you when he came. He wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself that way. 

He is swiftly on his feet, practically dashing for his bedroom, calling out, “Condom!”

You watch his bare ass, that you will absolutely sink your teeth in at some point, disappear from the living room. You yell after him, giggling, still in that post-orgasm haze and giddy, “After tonight you’re stashing condoms within easy reach of every room of this condo!”

He’s back and on his knees between your legs moments later, with the small foil in his hand.

You rise, and reach for it, asking softly, “Can I?”

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Fuck.” He grips the base of his shaft and squeezes gently, just enough to take the edge off.

He guides your hands with the exact sensation and pressure he likes as he helps you slide it down his length.

You wrap your hand around his girth, and give his cock a gentle tug. He grunts and pushes into your palm. You relax again against the sofa cushions, taking him with you, and line him up with your opening.

“Shit,” he curses in anticipation. As desperate as he is to bury himself balls deep within you, he stills you with a gentle, “Y- you’re ready?”

He’s a big boy, but he prepped you quite well with those long and marvelous fingers while eating you out, and you are still wet from your climax. You kiss him in response.

Temples pressed together, eyes down, you both watch as he slowly, gently begins to push into you.

The burn and stretch is intense in a way that makes you lightheaded with pleasure and you moan softly while you adjust to the way he fills you.

“OhmyGod,” he gasps. You feel like heaven around him.

You gently trail your fingertips from where you’re intimately connected, up, along the lines of his abdomen and chest. You place your hands around his face. Your eyes stay locked with his until he bottoms out.

You slide your arms around his neck. You gasp when the pebbled nubs of your breasts brush against his chest. 

He licks into your mouth, curls his tongue around yours. You gently bite and tug at his lower lip. You wrap one of your legs around his hip and roll your pelvis, urging him to start moving.

He needs no further encouragement, easing back, pushing in. You whimper as you find your rhythm together, fingernails denting crescent marks in the tight, broad muscles of his upper back.

He latches onto your shoulder with his teeth and moans deep in his throat. He withdraws, slides in, brings his mouth to suck bruises in the crook of your neck before soothing them with his tongue.

You murmur his name. He hums yours with every withdrawal and thrust.

Your back arches and you moan again when he lowers his mouth to your breasts. He licks and tugs and sucks each taut, dusky pink nipple until they’re too sensitive and you draw his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His pupils are blown wide. “Baby,” he groans. He needs to be deeper.

He swiftly shifts onto his knees and you both cry out at the new angle. He grips the outsides of your thighs, pushes up, driving his cock deep, hitting your g-spot. Your little gasps and whimpers are the music that drives him. He moans with every rock into you.

The position you’re in allows easy access to your clit and your hand falls between you.

“That’s it, baby,” he hums, grins, rumbles, “Look at you…”

You start to tremble. Needy sounds and words without meaning tumble from your lips, and you tip your head up.

His teeth nip against the length of your neck. “Wanna see you fall apart again,” he whispers against your pulse.

You cry out his name as his cocktip finds your sweet spot again, and again. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”

Your fingers over your clit begin to move faster. Your hips rise, your back bends, and your breath catches. Your orgasm sweeps over you swiftly, unexpectedly, sharply. You don’t even have the chance to find your voice as your other hand screws tight and stars explode behind your eyes.

Your chest lifts and falls rapidly. Your hands grip his ass and you pull him against you.

He grunts. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he chases his own pleasure. His pace begins to speed up, and then falter. The sounds dripping from his lips are sinful.

He pulls back, almost slipping out of you. He’s on the edge. His balls are heavy and tight and already drawing up close to the base of his dick. He moans as he slides back in.

You swivel your hips just right and rock down as he rocks up, meeting his thrust. He snaps his hips once, twice. “yesyesbabyyes-” You clench around him, again, and his orgasm creeps up from every part of his body until he’s both desperate for it to stop and to continue forever.

“holyfuck,” he wheezes, gasps. He stutters, stills, and unravels buried deep within you with a satisfying groan of your name.

You tighten your legs around his waist and rock your hips, again clenching your inner walls around him while you coast the aftershocks. You both finally still, breath heaving, giggling softly. His hands slide along the length of your arms and he trails little nips up along your jawline.

You melt into the sofa. “Mm… you were worried for nothing,” you purr, a small smile on your lips.

Once he was out of his head and in the moment, it had been a non-issue. All he had been fixated on was how to make you cry his name. His grin is smug upon hearing the absolute satisfaction in your voice, knowing he is responsible for making you feel so good.

You kiss him, you don't want to stop kissing him, but he detaches his lips from yours with a chuckle.

His hand moves between your bodies to hold onto the condom, and he carefully pulls out. You whimper with the loss

He reaches for a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wraps the condom within them, placing the mess in the nearby decorative bowl. That'd do for now; he'd dispose of it properly later.

He moves back into your embrace and hovers above you for a few moments longer, returning his lips to yours.

“We might want to move this to the bedroom,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, guiding your hand to his cock, already hardening again.

“You’re insatiable,” you giggle, tightening your leg around his waist and your hand around his dick.

He hums and rocks his hips just a little. “Warned you,” he smirks.

“Just wanna stay right here,” you murmur, pulling him down atop you. “Just for a minute.”

“Imma crush you.”

“Won’t let you.” You can still breathe, and his weight on top of you is intimate and comforting. He relaxes, sinking into you, resting his head on your chest.

You run your fingers soothingly through his curls. “Shawn?” you whisper.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, just as softly.

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

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[violetsandfluff]

Lucid Dreaming

a/n: I’m soooo sorry this has taken forever! I hope you’re still around

wc: 1.4k

The line between friends and acquaintances was always foggy. At what point did someone go from being a casual encounter to a bosom friend? Some people seem to radiate a type of energy immediately recognizable as “friend energy,” and Shawn was one of those people for you. His gorgeous smile and contagious laugh made him enjoyable to be around, you couldn’t help it. Even if you had only met him briefly here and there, you couldn’t help but refer to him as your friend behind closed doors.

Everyone around him loved him, understandably, and it wasn’t as if they could prevent it. He was unconditionally outgoing, always ready to listen or laugh. When he talked to you, he made eye contact like you were the only thing in the world. He never failed to make you feel special, but then again, he treated everyone like that. Occasionally, (more often than not), it made you jealous to see him with anyone else but he hardly knew you. What could you expect?

“Someone’s jealous,” your best friend would tease whenever she caught you staring at him forlornly, eyes green with envy.

“I’m not jealous,” you would protest. “I don’t even know him.”

It was true that you had only been on the receiving end of his undying attention a handful of times, but you felt like the entire world rested on those moments. He haunted your dreams with his gorgeous honey-brown eyes and adorable curls, his rosy cheeks, and his uplifting, luminous smile. His lush pink lips always accompanied these dreams, along with his pearly teeth, perfectly defined abs, and smooth, able hands, which had a habit of snaking up your thighs when you least expected them.

Occasionally, he managed to lose his illustrious demeanor in your dreams, appearing as either a frat boy or an affectionate boyfriend, but he was the same Shawn both ways, the one you barely knew, yet couldn’t live without.

Almost as a survival instinct, your dreams began coming true.

One day, you ran into him at a grocery store. Miraculously, you ended up behind him in line, close enough to smell the faint, masculine scent etched into the air. He was dressed in skinny black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, accentuating his broad back and muscular shoulders. His hair was arranged in a perfect mass of curls atop his head, and you couldn’t help but admire it… until he turned around to meet you.

His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as he recognized you, and you couldn’t pull your skittish eyes from his warm, welcoming ones. Just as he opened his mouth to speak to you, the woman in front of him in line finished checking out. He turned away without a word and, once you had finished checking out, he was gone.

He was such a curse. The mere thought of him plagued your mind, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Any encounter with him had you fucked for weeks; dreaming about him at night, during the day, and every moment in between.

One night, you dreamed about seeing him at the beach.

The ocean spanned endlessly before you, wafting its warm, salty breeze toward you tantalizingly. You were alone, dressed in an emerald green swimsuit that accentuated your body perfectly. A layer of sunscreen on top of your newly-tanned skin made you glow in the sunlight. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a messy bun atop your head, along with a pair of sunglasses you didn’t plan on wearing.

You laid your towel down on the sand a few yards away from the beach access and assessed your surroundings. A large group of people was congregated about waist-deep in the water, but one man, in particular, caught your attention. He was tall and muscular, his back tanned by the sun, and his helmet of curls dripping wet with saltwater.

Part of you wanted to believe this someone was Shawn. As nonchalantly as you could, you began creeping slowly closer, pretending to snap pictures of the horizon as you waded into the crystal-clear waters.

A water fight broke out among the group, and the man ducked towards you, laughing, to escape a blow from a beer can now filled with water. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his face, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it was him.

He visibly noticed you, his hazel eyes fixed on you, and your heart caught in your throat. As soon as it started, however, his attention returned to the water fight.

Another night, you dreamed that you met him, suddenly an attractive bartender, at a club. And yet another night, he brought you home with him from the same club. He laid you in his bed beside him for the night, lying down himself as far away from you as he could to give you respectful space.

Before he knew it, however, you were in his arms with your face buried in his bare chest as you breathed in his scent and traced the contour of his arms, which laid in stark tan contrast against the immaculate white sheets. Your fingers roamed his unclothed upper body, tracing his intricate tattoos meticulously while he fussed over your hair.

“You can’t go to sleep with it down,” he reasoned as you fought his arms in order to trace his guitar skyline tattoo. “It’ll get all tangled and knotty. If you’ll let me braid it, it’ll be smooth and wavy when you wake up. It won’t take forever, I promise.”

“Can you do it later?” you bargained as your hands ventured to his pecs once more to feel the hard muscles move beneath your palms as he rolled over to face you.

“It’s past midnight already, darling. Don’t you think sleep should be a priority?”

“No,” you stated blankly, mulling the situation over in your head before adding, “but I will let you braid my hair.”

Shawn’s fingers made quick work of weaving your hair into two broad French braids. He admired his work once he was done.

“It’s about bedtime now, don’t you think?” he asked sheepishly, to your dismay.

“Please, let me finish tracing your tattoos,” you pleaded, reaching for his hand and clutching it to your chest.

“Finish the swallow and we can go to sleep,” he compromised. “You can finish in the morning. You’re much drunker than I am, but we could both use the rest.”

It was true that you were exhausted at that moment, longing to curl up against your hookup’s chest and melt into him as your world dissolved into that of a dream. The temptation overcame you. You lost yourself in his comforting warmth as his hands caressed your back steadily. His chest rose and fell beside you, creating a rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

Your subconscious made you feel safe and secure encompassed in Shawn’s strong arms, and beside his broad, muscular chest. When you awoke in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and chipper, you reached for him as you had done every morning you’d woken up beside him. Something was different, though.

Shawn was nowhere to be found.

You opened your eyes to see your own familiar bed, in your own familiar bedroom, and the same familiar sunlight streaming through your sheer curtains.

A dissatisfied puff of air escaped your lips as you tried to recall the dream, now hazy in your mind. All you could think about was Shawn, and how the truth was that he could be anywhere with anyone right then, and you had no say in it. Your dream world could be some lucky person’s reality, and you would never know.

A tear of frustration slipped from your tear line down your cheek, but before you could wipe it away, a smooth, low voice cut through your silence.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I just thought you’d gone home.” You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down on it, rolling onto his side and perching his chin on your shoulder. He moved his large hands to your hips, holding them tightly as he kissed your cheek. His pink lips were smooth and consoling against your skin.

You allowed them to roam freely across your face and travel down your neck and shoulders, left exposed by a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. His fingers ran down your arms delicately, conditioned and calloused by his guitar strings. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.

“Oh, look at you,” he hummed, pleasantly surprised by the slick, moist coating in your panties upon further inspection. “All it takes is for me to leave, hm? Tell me, dear. What were you up to while I was gone?”

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[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Opening Act-Shawn Mendes

A/n: What happens when you get to perform with one of your favorite singers that inspired you to write. Come find out!

Disclaimer: I have one song in here for like a couple lines and they do not belong to me. They belong to the most talented and beautiful Alessia Cara.

-Samantha

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I was on the tour bus kind of trying not to have an anxiety attack. This was my first time ever performing in front of thousands of people. I was also so scared that I'm going to embarrass myself in front of Shawn.

I was in the middle of trying to calm my breathing when someone knocked on the tour bus. I did my best to say...

" Come...in."

They opened the door and it was Andrew, Shawn's manager. I smiled at him, which he returned.

" All right, we need to start heading to the stage." He glanced up when I didn't respond. He looked concerned.

" Are you okay Y/n?"

I just smiled and nodded. He didn't look convinced, but he let it slide. Before he left he asked...

" Can you meet me outside the bus in, five."

I nodded. When he walked out, I got up to fix my make up and change into some bell bottoms, a black cropped shirt and then some plain white high tops. I then took one last breath and grabbed everything I was going to need.

Shawn's POV

I was hanging around the back area of the stage when I saw Y/n and Andrew walking in to start preparing to sing. I saw Andrew tell her something before walking to get someone. I could tell she was nervous and I really wanted to help her, but one of the stage managers pulled her away.

Your POV

Right when I walked into the building Andrew told me...

" I'm going to get one of the managers for you."

I nodded my head and took some deep breaths. Before I could take another one, the stage manager came over to me and said...

" Y/n, it's time, you're about to be on in five."

Before I could get a word out she pulled me gently into the right direction.

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I was now trying my best to warm up my voice but I couldn't seem to focus on anything. I tried to look for someone to help, but everyone seemed really busy. That was until I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I jumped a little, but then turned to find Shawn. He looked at me with so much concern. I could feel my face getting red.

" Are you feeling okay?"

I took a deep breath before speaking. " Sorry, just super nervous."

He nodded his head like he understood me. " It's totally normal to feel nervous. I can help he take some deep breaths if you want?" he asked

I looked at him with so much hope. He kind of let out a chuckle.

Shawn's POV

I pointed to her hands, and she looked confused so I asked...

" Can I hold your hands?"

She smiled and nodded. So I gently took a hold of her hands in my slightly bigger ones and told her...

" Okay, close your eyes and take one breath inane, then slowly breathe out, throw your mouth."

We both breathed in and then slowly breathed out. We did that one more time until she was called on to the stage. I saw her take a shaky breath, before I let her go from my hold I said...

" Hey, you will do great. I believe in you."

She smiled and said..." Thank you."

I nodded with a small smile, while watching our hands slowly pull apart. I watched her then walk away to the stage and I just stood there wanting to listen to her voice

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Your POV

I was having a blast on stage when I was coming down to my last song of the night.

" Is everyone having fun tonight!" I shouted

Everyone screamed. I had a huge smile on my face. " Well I only have one more song before I head off, so let's get started. Um, I was inspired to write this song when I got dragged to a party and didn't really want to be there."

" I'm sorry if I seem uninterested, Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent, Truly I ain't got no business here, But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it." I sang

" Sing!" I shouted

I was mouthing the words while smiling at the fans. " I can hardly hear over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you, so tell my friends that I'll be over here."

Shawn's POV

I was standing there jamming with her. I forgot how good she sounded live. When she started singing the second verse the smile on my face would not leave.

Your POV

" So, pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand that I'll be there, Not there in the kitchen, with the girl who's always gossiping about her friends."

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" Thank you so much for having me, guys. I loved spending time with all of you tonight. All right, who's ready to jam out with Shawn!" I shouted

They all screamed so I smiled and waved good-bye to everyone. I ran off the stage and immediately hugged Shawn.

" Ahh! Sorry, but that was so much fun." I said

Shawn's POV

I smiled and hugged her back. " I'm so glad you had fun. You were amazing out there."

She pulled away from me and told me. " Good luck out there Shawn."

I smiled and thanked her while watching her go get some water. I then started getting ready to head on the stage.

Third Person POV

Y/n was near the table that had water and some snacks when she heard Shawn's voice. She smiled and ran to watch from the side of the stage. Shawn saw Y/n out of the corner of his eye watching him and it made his smile even wider if that was possible.

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I didn't know how to end this one, so I hope it's a good ending. I was going to post a Halloween imagine but I forgot so if I post a Halloween one soon, that's why and I apologize for that. Okay see you guys in my next one!!

-Samantha

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[mywrittingwonderland]

3. Action!

Hello Pretty people!! Long time no see! I hope you had an incredible New Year and can forgive me for my absence! Enjoy some more of Sophia :) -----------------

“Hi!” Sophia smiled, answering Shawn’s call.

“Where are you?”. He promptly asked.

“I am home, why?”. She asked, confused. They still hadn’t have the time to talk about the kiss or the kisses that followed that night. Two days had passed, and Sophia knew Shawn was busy finishing up some last-minute changes in his album, so she understood the situation. 

“I was wondering if I could pick you up? I mean, I know it’s last minute, but I really wanted you to watch me recording my new single, if you want of course?” He said, already nervous at the thought of her saying no.

“I would love to go! I will just have change, when will you get here”. She asked, trying to picture an outfit for going to a studio. 

“Soooo… I am kinda here already”. He said, making her heart race for a second.

“What?” She asked instinctually and proceeded to walk to the door to greet him. “Hello”. She said, hanging up the phone and looking at a very flushed Shawn. He had his left arm resting on the entrance, and when she opened the door, he had a puppy-apologetic face.

“Hi”. He said, finally greeting her with a hug.

“What if I said no?”. She playfully smacked him on his arm, trying to sound mad, but little did she know in his mind she was being extra cute, and all he wanted was to feel her lips on his again.

“I don’t know, I just was driving to the studio”. He stopped to remove a string of her hair falling in her face. “And I got distracted, so I ended up here.” He said, getting closer to her, and touching their noses. “I guess my brain was unconsciously telling me that I had to see you…”. He completed his thought and briefly looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss her, which she granted with a shy smile. 

These two days without seeing her had been a tiny bit of torture to him, and all he could think about was to feel her touch him one more time. And he took his time caressing every inch of her mouth in a slow, loving, and much-anticipated kiss.

“Do you mind waiting a few minutes?”. She asked, nose still attached to him; he took some seconds just taking in her scent before calmly addressing her question.

“Of course not, take your time, although I don’t really think you really need to change, is up to you of course”. He said, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden, butterflies back in his stomach. He wondered if she would always cause that effect on him. She pecked his lips before detaching from him, which caused him to involuntarily let out a soft grunt in response.

“I will be fast, I promise”.  

She proceeded to go to her room and decided to go for a comfy outfit, as she would probably be there with him for some time. “A skirt and a sweater it is”. She said to herself before she could start to overthink. She was out again in 10 minutes and ready to go.

“Wow, yeah… you”. Shawn said after looking at her, she looked very cuddly, and he wasn’t sure how he would be able to focus on anything but her. “You are very gorgeous”. He said, leaning in and kissing her again; she smiled into the kiss at how distracted he was around her.

“Thank you, but should’t we go? I don’t wanna make you late”. She stated, making him look at the clock.

“You haven’t, don’t worry, we have time to get there, but maybe we should stay just a bit longer…”

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As Sophia predicted, they did end up being late, but if she was being honest, it didn’t seem like Shawn cared, and she wasn’t caring much about it herself; she also had missed him. Of course, to make things even harder, he was getting distracted by Sophia being there, he couldn’t really focus on the camera, and he messed up the guitar's notes twice. Connor then made a proposition.

“Sophia, come here, I want you to do something”. Shawn could not hear what Connor asked her, but he could see her cheeks getting red while she was nodding to her best friend. They left the room together and didn’t return for another two minutes.

“Wait… where did you send her?”. Shawn asked as soon as Connor got back without Sophia.

“Calm down Romeo, she will be back in a bit”. Connor said, having fun of the situation. “In the mean time, I will start the song again, okay?”. Shawn reluctantly nodded and tried focusing for the 50th time. 

Sophia had a straightforward task which was to make him seem nervous, but she was finding herself in a very comic position as the thought of making him nervous made her nervous. The song was about them, and she really was not expecting that when he invited her. The thought of him returning home from their first date and writing a song about it made her smile to herself. She had to take a few deep breaths to steady her heart and head before entering from the back door and positioning herself behind Shawn’s chair. 

She instantly smiled to herself when she felt him shiver at the first touch of her hands. She moved to his heart and felt when his hand pressed against hers. She moved her hands thru his face and ear lobe, and she felt a small involuntary giggle escape his throat. Sophia could feel he was smiling, even without looking at his face, his heart was racing very fast, and he had never been so nervous in his life, he thought. She really knew what to do with her hands, and it all just felt so right and happy.

“Perfect! Perfect guys!”. Connor said after Shawn had let a louder giggle escape this time. “I think that’s a wrap”. He smiled at the footage in his hand.

Sophia immediately started to move her hands away from him and stand up, but he turned around and wrapped her hands into his. They looked at each other for seconds, wishing they were alone. And as if reading both of their minds, Shawn pulled her backstage and locked the door to prevent anyone from interrupting them.

“The song…”. Sophia whispered, hands still attached to him.

“Yeah… I just…”. He tried to form a coherent sentence but was suddenly lost in her blue eyes. “I…” He tried again, but then he just gave up and went for a kiss; he only stopped when he felt her smile and felt the need to smile too. “I would like to ask if you want to be my girlfriend?”

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[taylorisbejeweled]

Shawn Mendes Imagine : Phone Sex

⚠️Very Dirty, Swearing, 18+ Only⚠️

I was missing Shawn a lot, he had been gone for tour since the last month. I could not sleep properly at night because he wouldn't be there to cuddle with me. I also felt really lonely. I miss having sex with Shawn, today I was really horny so I decided to call Shawn. Maybe, he could help me! Luckily, he was not busy and picked up!

Shawn : Hey baby!

Y/N : Hi love, I have been missing you so much.

Shawn: Me too! It's hard without you here y'know. Anyways, why'd you call? Do you wanna talk about something?

Y/N: Yes. I am feeling so horny right now Shawn. I wish you were here, I need you.

Shawn: Baby, fuck. Now you are turning me on. Let's do facetime. I have still got time before the show starts.

We both went on facetime, and I saw his pretty face. "Shawn, tell me what you would do to me If I was there with you?" I asked him. "I would throw you on the bed and would leave hickeys on your boobs. Then I would eat you out and would hear the moans coming out of your beautiful mouth then I'll fuck you so hard Y/N that you won't be able to walk." He said. "Come on princess, touch yourself for daddy, be a good girl." He said softly. I moved my hands towards my clit and started to finger myself. Shawn did the same, he moved his hands to his dick and started to jack off. "Y/N." He moaned. I also moaned.

"Tell me princess, what would you do If I was there with you?" He asked me. "I would suck your dick and would let you cum in my mouth, then I would ride that dick." I said. He moaned loudly because of that. "Fuck baby, cum for daddy." He said. I kept fingering myself, finally I came. "Come on daddy, cum. Cum for me!" I said. After a few minutes he also came.

"That. Was. Amazing. I cannot wait to see you again Y/N, I swear I will fuck you so good." He said

"I love you. Bye baby." I said

"I love you too. Bye." He said before hanging up.

I cannot wait to see Shawn again and have sex with him.

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[butterballbuttnakey]

Lingerie:

I was digging around in my google docs and I found this. Potential trash writing ahead

Okay so maybe it’s the night after an awards show and shawn won big right?  

He looked good as FUCK in his suit on the carpet and he looked good as fuck when he was performing and he looked good when he was accepting his awards and he looked even better when you guys got to the after party and you got a couple drinks in you 

To be fully honest, you wanted to skip the after parties all together and get him home bc you had a PLAN to congratulate him on all his hard work 

Unbeknownst to you, Shawn also wanted to head straight home and start his own, two-person after party but his team had other plans 

Shawn had a few celebratory shots before switching to your personal favorite; red wine 

He eyes you over the rim of his second glass and he doesn’t need to say a word for you to know what he’s saying; you’re in for a long night 

You pull out your phone below the table and shoot him a text; ‘we’re leaving by 1:30. I have plans for you’ 

You and Shawn have a small stare down while you wait for his phone to ding, at which point you watch him pull his phone out and read the message 

A slow smirk spreads across your face when you watch Shawn freeze in his seat as a small noise from the back of his throat makes its way to your ears 

Shawn looks around frantically, hoping no one heard the noise as he shifts in his seat, willing his chubbing length to just wait a little longer 

The wine he’s been drinking has dialed his senses to 11, and he reacts to you without you even speaking a word to or touching him 

He both hates and love it 

It takes Shawn all of one minute to order an Uber and come up with an excuse to leave, too impatient to wait until the time you’d specified 

“Thanks for tonight guys, but we’re gonna head home and get some rest, right honey?” 

Shawn stands from the table, using the napkin and his movement as a cover to adjust himself some more. He hopes that when he finally drops it, nobody notices the fact that the crotch of his pants is visibly tighter than before (you absolutely notice) 

The team looks confused but they bid the two of you farewell as you make your rounds giving hugs and kisses to everyone 

You and Shawn lock eyes as you exit the restaurant, and luckily you don’t have to wait long outside before the Uber pulls up 

Shawn prides himself on his restraint but the ride back to the hotel tests it to no end as he somehow manages to keep his hands off of you, but has a borderline white-knuckle grip on his own knee as he looks out the window, willing the passing scenery to distract him from the ache in his dress slacks 

Shawn thanks his lucky stars that there are no fans waiting outside of the hotel when the car finally stops, allowing him to help you out of the car, thank the driver and whisk you inside and straight to the elevator 

Once inside the elevator, Shawn stands directly in front of you, length pressed to your thigh 

He stares down at you desperately, willing you to do something, anything to set this plan of yours in motion 

But you do nothing except reach past the lapels of his button-down and finger the gold chain sitting between his collarbones 

You walk past him without sparing a glance once the elevator reaches your floor, with Shawn trailing behind you like a lost puppy 

You stop, dig in his back pocket for the keycard and enter your suite, passing a quick thought to whichever Deity may be listening, I hope there’s no one next door 

You don’t get far inside the room before Shawn’s restraint finally breaks and he pins you against the wall and seals his lips against yours 

His kiss leaves you breathless, as it always does 

Between his lips and his impatiently wandering hands, your mind goes blank. Any inkling of your plan for the night flying out the window 

You seemingly black out for a moment, lost in him and his body and the things he can make you feel even before he takes a single item of clothing off of you 

It isn’t until the cool air of the hotel room hits your thigh that you come back to earth, gently pushing Shawn away from your neck where he was no doubt working on making a mark 

“Baby,” you moan out, carding your fingers through his hair in an effort to pull him back, but it only spurs him and ministrations on 

“Shawn.” you say more firmly, waiting a moment before Shawn's face appears in front of yours 

He looks fucked in the best way possible 

His eyes are blown wide, the soft hazel replaced by solid black. His lips are kiss swollen, shiny and parted due to his heavy breathing. His hair is tousled due to your fingers and, as you glance down at his bare shoulders you realize that you somehow got his shirt off 

And he’s looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey 

“What is it, honey?” His voice is raspy and at least half an octave deeper. The sound goes straight to your core and it takes everything in you to speak instead of kissing him 

“My plan for you, remember?” You say as you lay your hands flat on his pecs and slowly push him away enough for you to move towards the closet, with Shawn following close behind 

Each step is laborious for you, as your body has been craving his since you left for the show and now that you can finally have him in the way that you want, you’re delaying it. 

But you know your patience will be rewarded, so you trudge on. 

You dig in the closet for a moment before locating the item you need, hiding it behind your back with one hand while you use the other on his chest to back him towards the bed before having him sit,  

“I’ll be out in a moment, Leo.” You run your thumb over his plump bottom lip, relishing in the look of him kissing the pad of your finger before his tongue peeks out in a quick kitten lick.  

You giggle before turning away towards the bathroom but not before Shawn lands a swift slap to your right asscheek 

You turn back to look at him, and he has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his left hand palming himself over his pants. 

He makes a show of making sure you see him watching your ass, before meeting your eyes with a look that makes your heat clench around the air in anticipation of the feeling of him stretching you out later. “Hurry up baby girl. I don’t wanna have to come in there and get you.” 

You’re incredibly happy that the skirt of your after-party dress hides the way you squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the ache deep within you at the sound of his voice, as you yet again question why you’re torturing yourself by denying yourself the feel of his body right now 

You turn and hightail it into the bathroom before you throw the entire plan out the window, damn near slamming the door and backing away from it like it burned you. 

You take a moment to regain your composure, “damn that man.” you mumble quietly to yourself as you unzip the bag and take out the set that’s inside 

It’s a strappy, lacy white number, a look that Shawn gravitates towards every time he peeks over your shoulder whenever you’re lingerie shopping online 

You undress and slip it on, admiring the way the cut of the set compliments your curves and the gorgeous juxtaposition of the diamond white lace & mesh against your skin 

You pull the other item out of the bag—a robe—and slip it on. Tying it so the lapels cover the lingerie completely, but leave the valley between your breasts exposed 

You turn in the mirror and check yourself over to make sure the set is covered; the robe is relatively short, hitting you high on your thighs and right below your bum 

You comb your fingers through your hair to refresh the bouncy curls. You relish the moment because you knew the style won’t last much longer once Shawn gets his hands on you; he never stopped until your style was fully sweated out 

You pause to take a deep breath before opening the door and walking back into the bedroom to find shawn standing by the window with another glass of wine in his hand 

He's leaning against the wall, looking out over the city and you don’t even need to see his face to know that he’s wrapped in his own mind again and doesn’t even know that you’ve entered the room 

You take your time looking at him, the curls on the back of his head, the curves and divots of his biceps as they’re folded across his chest, the broad expanse of his shoulders and the corded muscle underneath his smooth skin, the dimples in his lower back, the band of his boxers peeking out from his pants, the way the fabric strains against the muscled thickness of his thighs 

Your admiration comes to an abrupt end when shawn drains the rest of the wine in the glass and turns to put it back on the bedside table. You take the opportunity to catch his attention 

You approach him slowly, letting him take his visual fill of your body before you’re within arm's reach of him 

A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he runs his hands around the width of your hips, fingering the hem of your robe but not quite breaching it, “What’s this, honeypot?” 

You slide the palm of your hands up his chest to rub your thumb over his pronounced collarbone, taking your time to experience the smooth warmth of his skin versus the coarse texture of his chest hair versus the cool metal of his necklace. You relish in the visual of Shawn preening at the contact 

“You put so much into everything you do and you’ve been working so hard lately with the album and getting the tour together, and tonight you finally saw some of the fruits of that labor and, I never got to say this at the show or at dinner, but I’m so proud of you, Anjo and I love you so much.” 

Shawn blushes before connecting his lips to yours in a slow kiss and you don’t hesitate to comb your fingers into his hair as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him 

The mood has changed; gone is Shawn’s impatience to get you as naked as possible as fast as possible. It's been replaced with slow, passionate, sensuality in the way he kisses you. Shawn takes his time feeling you, like he’s never felt you before.  

The heat from his wandering hands burns through the satin robe, and straight to your core as you cling to him 

Shawn slowly pulls his lips from yours, but doesn’t pull out of your airspace, “I love you so fucking much.” 

You smile and say nothing, only taking his hand and guiding it to the tie at the front of your robe, keeping your eyes locked on his as you step back to untie the bow, opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor at your feet 

Shawn's eyes on your body make you feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful 

You want to cover up and hide but you also feel like you can take on the world, all just from him looking at you the way that he does 

Shawn takes his time taking you in visually. His eyes linger on your face before sliding to your collarbones and your chest, to the dip of your waist and the spread of your hips, to the soft roundness of your thighs and all the way down to your feet 

Then Shawn reaches out and takes your hand, stopping the nervous tick of your finger twitching against your skin, “Turn for me, baby.” 

You do as instructed, turning around to show the back of the set for Shawn to repeat his ministrations 

You can feel the weight and the intensity of his gaze on your skin as he looks at you, taking you in and deciding which part he wants to devour first. 

He gently tugs your hand, instructing you to turn back around to face him. 

His eyes are still in the area of your knees when you look at his face but when his eyes finally meet yours, it knocks the breath from your lungs 

Your mind goes blank, senses attuned to him and only him and what he’s planning on doing to you 

You don’t wait long before Shawn's slowly pulling you into him, trapping you within his arms as every aspect of him invades every aspect of you when his lips meet yours 

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When Shawn finally collapses next to you—completely spent of everything he had to give you and full of everything you had to give him—you look out the window to see the first colors of the sunrise over the horizon 

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Happy Canada Day Rai!

May I request a blurb where reader x shawn watch the sunrise together ♥️

Sunrise

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~275

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, I’m so sorry anon, it took me forever to finish this too and also sorry that it’s short 🥺

You sat down on the cozy blanket as Shawn sat behind you with his arms and legs draped around you, holding you close,” It’s nice here,” He sighed, shaping the words against your skin, and his breath felt hot on your neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, cradling yourself more to him.

Together you enjoy the sight of the sun rising as it casts an orange reflection on the water. At the same time, Shawn would occasionally nuzzle his head against your neck and gently kiss along the exposed skin in his reach while trailing along the backside of your ear and leaning down to your shoulder to drag his lips along it gently.

This time you and Shawn were very determined to actually watch the sunrise and not fall asleep like the last time.

You let yourself soak in his kisses and the beauty around you for a moment longer, just watching as the light painted the sky a brand new color before turning to him, “I have a wild idea.”

He sighed, already knowing what you mean and starts shaking his head at the thought of it, “Oh no,no, No!”

“Cmon...,Please!” You pleaded as you stood up, choosing to still slip your dress straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down and pool around your ankles.

“Y/N...” He muttered, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Baby, relax; we’re in the middle of nowhere,” You drag him closer to the water, “No one will see us,” You grin widely again before silencing his further protests with a kiss on his lips, “I promise that.”

Shawn let himself melt into the kiss before agreeing to strip out of his clothes and join you for a swim.

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Snuggle Bug

Shawn Mendes x Reader. Established relationship.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first sick fic...!! 🤒 Soft and fluffy, as per the request. I hope I did it justice and that y’all like it. ☺️

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You threw yourself into your fiancé’s arms the moment you saw him step through the arrivals gate early Friday evening at Toronto’s Pearson airport. Shawn had been commuting between Los Angeles and New York for the past month and you had missed him something fierce.

He caught you like he usually did, but he almost lost his balance and, laughing softly, he set you back on your feet.

“Hi baby,” he sighed, enveloping you in his arms and burying his lips in the crook of your neck. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” you hummed back, breathing in the scent of him. It was off in the slightest of ways, but you pushed your concern aside. It was probably just the smell of the flight still clinging to him.

You hadn’t ever been one of those couples who sucked face in public, so it didn’t wholly surprise you that he didn’t add a kiss to your greeting. There’d be plenty of time for that once you were, at the very least, behind the tinted windows of your vehicle.

He transferred his guitar case to the same side where he had his carry-on hooked over his shoulder so that he could have a hand free to link with yours. He leaned into you slightly.

“Tired, my love?” you murmured.

“A little,” he exhaled, unconvincingly.

You knew him well enough to tell when he wasn’t being entirely truthful with you. He had been working himself to exhaustion in meetings with his team, writing and producing with musician friends, recording new music of his own, doing press for his movie, and house hunting. You could see it in his eyes with every FaceTime call.

He needed at least two full days’ rest wrapped in your arms, and that’s exactly what you were going to give him.

///

Shawn was dragging his feet as you made your way to where his Tesla was parked. He was definitely more tired than he let on. He never wanted you to worry about him, but of course, you did anyway, even when, - especially when, - he tried to assure you that he was fine.

You popped the trunk and reached for his guitar case and carry-on. “Get in the car, baby,” you smiled softly, touching his cheek. “I’ll take care of this.” He usually fought you on things like that, but this time he didn’t. He nodded thankfully and entered on the passenger side.

The moment you slid behind the wheel and closed the door after you, Shawn reached for your hand. “I’m so happy to be home,” he breathed, leaning over the console of the car and dropping small kisses along your jawline from your temple to your chin.

You knew when he said ‘home’ he didn’t necessarily mean Toronto. You were, after all, in the midst of relocating to LA. When he said ‘home’, he meant you. You were his home. You traveled with him as often as you could, - most of your work could be done remotely, - but the past month had been especially busy and you’d needed to be on site.

You were essentially doing the work of two as management strived to fill a couple of positions before your transition to full remote. Things had finally settled enough for you to take a few days off into the next week and you were going to spend every minute with Shawn, reconnecting and loving all over each other.

You tipped your head and his lips descended to your neck and you giggled. You took his face in your hands and finally claimed the kiss you’d been aching for for weeks.

He hummed contentedly as he eased away. “Missed your kisses, too.” He then brought your hand to his lips.

You tried to withdraw it but he tightened his grip as his head fell against the seat and his loving gaze met yours. He was so soft and clingy, which made sense as you hadn’t had any physical contact for way too long. You hated to ruin the moment, but you snickered, “I need both hands to get outta here, bub.”

“Get outta here then so I can have it back,” he murmured with a small smirk.

///

You and Shawn dropped his things inside your condo door. Unpacking and gifts, for he always brought you something from his travels, could wait a while longer.

“Dinner?” you asked, pulling him further inside, toward the kitchen, since he’d once again glued his hand to yours, and also his chin to your shoulder and his front to your back.

“Not hungry. Maybe later. Unless, of course, you’re hungry, my love.”

“I’m alright.” You turned around in his embrace and melted into his warmth. “How about a nap?”

It was music to his ears. He’d missed your bed almost as much as he’d missed you, and he particularly missed you in your bed. “Yes, please.” 

‘Nap’ was usually synonymous with sex in your home, and the first thing you normally did when Shawn had been away, even if only for a few days, was make love. After a month, you were craving him, acutely.

But when he crawled into bed after you and curled himself around you, resting his head on your stomach, instead of pulling your and his clothes off, you knew he genuinely wasn’t feeling well.

You tangled one hand in his curls and scratched the fingernails of the other across his upper back beneath his tank top.

Shawn was always warm, but he seemed especially so that evening. “Are you okay, baby? You’re really warm.”

“’m fine,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

You brought your hand from his hair to his forehead. “I don’t think you are,” you frowned. “I think you have a fever.”

“Don’t want you to worry ’bout me.”

“Too bad. It’s part of the job description as your devoted fiancée. As is taking care of you when you’re sick.”

“Don’t wan’be sick,” he pouted.

“Unfortunately, you can’t just wish it away, bub. I’m gonna get you some soup, because you really should eat something, and then see if we have some meds.” You began to extricate yourself from your clingy fiancé, but he further tightened himself around you.

“Stay. Please,” he whispered. “Just need you here. Just need some sleep. Be fine in th’mornin’.”

And with that, he was out like a light.

///

Surprisingly, you fell asleep almost as quickly. Now that Shawn was home again and in your arms where he belonged, and your body and mind truly realized you had a few days without deadlines or expectations ahead of you, you fell into your own sort of exhaustion.

You woke a few hours later, having barely moved, to a rumbling in your stomach. You contemplated whether or not to try to ignore it and go back to sleep.

Ultimately, you untangled yourself from Shawn, successfully this time, and padded into the kitchen to warm up some soup for you both. You would try to rouse him to eat and drink and take some medication before falling back to sleep for, hopefully, the entirety of the night. You wanted to try to get ahead of whatever was ailing him.

You felt his presence in the kitchen before you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind. “I woke up and you weren’t there,” he whined, voice a little raspy.

You rubbed his forearms, now covered with the fleece of his favorite bear-stamped sweater. He must’ve gotten cold, even if you could still feel his body radiating heat. You looked over your shoulder to see heavy eyes, mussed hair, and pink-stained cheeks. It wasn’t fair; even when he was sick he was stupidly attractive.

“Sit,” you instructed, urging him toward the stools at the kitchen island. He did. “I want you to eat, drink, and take your meds,” you gently, yet firmly, demanded, placing a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and two Tylenol Cold and Flu capsules before him.

“I’m not sick,” he tried to argue.

You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. “Humor me, bub.” You then sat beside him with your own bowl of soup and glass of water. He pulled you as close as possible without you ending up in his lap.

You weren’t satisfied till he’d slurped the last spoonful of chicken and vegetables, drained his glass of water, and swallowed his pills.

The short stop-off in the kitchen had exhausted him all over again.

“Go back to bed, baby, I’ll be there as soon as I clean up.”

Still, he offered, “I’ll help.”

“You will not. Go.”

“Can’t we clean up in the morning?” he frowned.

He looked so downtrodden, you didn’t want to deny him anything. You glanced around the kitchen, - it would take all of three minutes, - but before you could contest, Shawn’s hand was in yours and he was leading you back to your room.

After using the bathroom, and completing an abridged bedtime routine, you were back in bed and curled around one another, yet with less clothing. Shawn had again grown too warm and had divested himself of his sweater and tank top and you only wore your little boyshort underwear and one of Shawn’s old t-shirts.

“Do you wanna...?” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath the tee and up your back.

He would put forth his best effort, even as tired and unwell as he was feeling, because he’d missed making love with you as much as you had, and he was selfless like that. But so were you. The intimacy of just being able to hold one another close enough to share breath was everything you needed right then.

There was no way you could get any closer than you were, but that didn’t stop him from trying to crawl into your skin. 

“You can ravish me in the morning,” you promised with a smirk he could feel against the juncture between his jaw and ear.

He tenderly wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and sighed an ‘I love you’ before his eyes fluttered closed.

///

Shawn’s tossing and turning began around 2am. He was alternately too cold, buried under the comforter and flush against you, or too hot, blankets thrown off and balancing his giant, sweat-sheened body on the edge of the mattress. Regardless, he still needed some sort of skin to skin contact at all times, reaching for you, even in sleep, if only to touch his fingertips to yours.

His fever hadn’t broken yet; in fact, he seemed a little warmer as he was currently facing you, with only his forehead touching yours, again in that ‘too hot’ state. You did your best to attune yourself to his hot and cold fluctuations and adjusted the blankets accordingly whenever you were conscious enough to do so.

He finally, thankfully, fell into a deep, restful sleep around four-thirty.

A rattling cough startled you awake just after eight.

“Sorry,” Shawn croaked.

“Come here, Love,” you murmured, drawing him toward you. You lovingly traced the contours of his face with your fingertips. “How are you feeling?”

“’m sick,” he rasped, finally admitting what you already knew. “Shouldn’t’ve kissed you. Now you’re gonna get sick, too. ’m sorry.” His eyes were emotion filled and limned with unshed tears.

You shrugged. “We’ll be sick together then. No sorries, baby. Kissing you was, and is, worth the risk.” You moved to kiss him again.

He pulled his head away. “No. There’s still a chance to save yourself.”

You giggled. “I assume all responsibility. You can even say ‘I told you so’.”

“Oh, I will,” he smirked, but he could no longer deny you what you both wanted so badly. He brought his mouth to yours for a few moments of languorous kissing. He hummed against your lips.

When you eased away, you dipped your thumb in the divot of his chin. Your voice softened and cracked when you whispered, “It was too long without you this time.”

“I know,” he exhaled, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Things will settle after the move.”

“You’re still too warm,” you said, kissing his forehead and frowning. “What hurts?”

“Everything,” he sniffled. “Throat’s sore. My chest is a little tight. My head hurts. My body hurts. ’m cold. You’re warm,” he sighed, cuddling even closer.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, and hot tea for your throat. And let’s get another dose of meds into you too, okay?”

He wasn’t hungry, and the thought of swallowing anything was currently a little overwhelming, but he was well aware that his immune system needed the boost. He also knew it would make you feel better if he at least tried to eat and hydrate. That alone was enough.

He reluctantly loosened his hold on you to allow you out of bed. You rounded to his side and organized a mound of pillows at his back. You turned on the television and asked, “What do you want to watch?”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “It’s Saturday morning.”

“Of course,” you chuckled and flipped to Cartoon Network. “How silly of me.” Saturdays were always no gym, breakfast in bed, cartoon mornings.

You peppered kisses along his jaw and into his neck. “Love you. I’ll be right back, ’k?”

His eyes, filled with adoration, found yours. “Thank you,” he breathed. “I love you.”

With an affectionate smile, you ran a hand gently through his curls before leaving him in the company of ‘6teen’ to go make breakfast.

Shawn stumbled into the kitchen with the duvet wrapped tightly around him just as you had finished organizing the breakfast tray. You laughed. “You’re supposed to be in bed!”

He opened the blanket and drew you into his cocoon. “I missed you.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, hugged him to you, and tipped your head up to kiss his chin. “I’ve been gone less than ten minutes, bub,” you snickered. 

“Less than ten minutes is too long,” he affirmed. “And I needed more Kleenex.”

“Go on now. I’ll be right behind you with the tray and a box of tissues.”

You had balanced two bowls of honey-sweetened oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries, two cups of citrus-honey green tea, another dose of Tylenol, and now a new box of tissues on the tray. You set it in the middle of your bed after Shawn had once again gotten as comfortable as possible and before you climbed back in beside him.

All throughout breakfast, Shawn craved your warmth. You were too hot encased in the duvet with him, but you endured it because he was sick and snuggly and needed you. And even with that, and a belly full of oatmeal and tea, he wasn’t warm enough.

You cupped his face and he leaned into your touch. “How about I run you a hot bath?”

He nodded tiredly.

He sat on the closed toilet seat with the blanket still wrapped around him while you began to prepare his bath in your heated soaking tub big enough for two. His insistence on being wherever you were was endearing.

You were often invading each other’s bubble on any given day, but being apart for weeks, coupled with him feeling unwell, made for an especially clingy boy.

You added a few drops of essential oils to water just shy of too hot and soon the bathroom was steamy and aromatic. Shawn could already feel the soothing effects of eucalyptus and peppermint as he filled his loosening lungs with deep breaths.

“I’m afraid you have to peel yourself out of the blanket and your clothes to get in, bub. Quick as you can. A few moments of cold and then you’ll be as warm as can be.”

You pushed the duvet off his shoulders and pulled his sweatshirt and tank top up and over his head. He shivered and quickly removed his joggers and boxer briefs himself before stepping into the tub.

He sunk in, up to his chin, sighing deeply, eyes closing. You began to gather the dirties to deposit into the hamper, and then the comforter to return to your bedroom.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, reaching out to encircle his hand around the back of your knee.

You crouched down beside the tub to bring yourself eye level with him. You tangled a hand in his hair and gave his scalp a gentle scratch. “How about you let me clean up after breakfast and change the sheets, and then I’ll get in with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be away for ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Think you can handle that?” you teased.

“Meanie,” he scowled.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. He fell back against the bath pillow and again closed his eyes.

///

You turned the heat up a few degrees on your way to the kitchen with the tray of dirty breakfast dishes.

After the kitchen was clean, you returned to your bedroom to strip the bed of the sheets Shawn had sweated through earlier that morning and tossed them in the washer. You then remade the bed before pulling clean boxer briefs, joggers, a tank top, sweatshirt, and socks from Shawn’s dresser drawers.

Less than fifteen minutes later and you were back in the humid, fragrant bathroom. Shawn smiled contentedly at your return. You removed your engagement ring, placing it safely on the ring holder, - you never wore it in the bath or shower, - twisted your hair up into a messy bun, pulled your shirt off, and slipped out of your boy shorts. He scooted forward enough for you to climb into the bathtub behind him.

Your new home in LA had to have a heated soaking tub as well; it was one of your mutual must-haves for intimate moments just like this. If it didn’t, Shawn had promised to have one installed.

He relaxed into you, his hands stroking the backs of your thighs which had found their way around his hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and began to run your fingertips through the hair on his chest.

You didn’t talk much, even though his throat was already feeling better, speaking instead with soft touches and caresses, entwined hands and palm and wrist kisses. You absorbed each other’s very essence, letting your body rhythms continue to re-attune to one another’s, as you soaked in the hot water.

Everyone outside of your relationship found it truly amazing that you and Shawn were almost always in harmony. You easily finished each other’s sentences, and often knew what the other wanted or needed without having to say anything at all.

Once you were both thoroughly waterlogged, and Shawn was finally warm deep into his bones, you lovingly washed his hair. 

///

Shawn sighed blissfully as he pulled on the clean boxers and joggers you’d laid out for him, - he was warm enough now not to need anything else, - and slid into bed between clean sheets.

“Try to sleep, hm?” you murmured. What he needed more than anything was sleep. You placed your hand to his forehead and, much to your relief, his fever had finally broken.

You suspected it wouldn’t take long for him to doze off now that he was warm and his body aches had eased. The Tylenol had dulled his headache and the lozenge you had given him, which he was currently sucking on, was soothing his sore throat.

You assured him you were coming back to bed as soon as you put the sheets in the dryer and retrieved some fresh water for your bedside.

He was barely holding onto consciousness by the time you returned. You made him sit up and drink as much of the cold coconut water as he was willing and able to. You then crawled back into bed beside him.

He whispered another ‘thank you’ and yet another ‘I love you’ before he succumbed.

Before you allowed yourself to fall asleep as well, you turned off the television and reached for Shawn’s phone next to yours on the nightstand. You had placed it in ‘do not disturb mode’ as soon as you’d known he was sick.

You entered his passcode to check his texts and voicemails for anything which might be pressing, and returned the necessary calls and messages.

From your own phone you called Shawn’s mom to let her know you weren’t going to make it to dinner that night because her son was sick with what you suspected was the flu.

You promised Karen she didn’t need to come over; that you would be home with him for as long as he needed you to be, and that you were taking the very best care of him. And yes, you would have him call her himself when he was up again and hopefully feeling better.

Despite your and, later that afternoon, Shawn’s assurances, Karen and Manny still drove into the city from Pickering to bring dinner to you. Baked Parmesan zucchini, homemade spaghetti and meat sauce, and a small plate of brownies, all gluten-free, of course.

They didn’t stay long. Shawn was still fatigued and achy as his immune system fought against his illness, but they were happy to see him eating, even if his portions were smaller than usual, and otherwise being well taken care of. Karen adored you, and trusted you wholeheartedly, but she was still his mother and he was her baby boy.

Karen insisted on cleaning up after dinner. She wouldn’t even accept your help.

She and Manny risked close contact, - after all, they also hadn’t seen Shawn for a month, - by giving him (and you) huge hugs before they left.

You fell into bed that evening, again wrapped up in one another, and slept, deep and restful, straight through till morning.

///

You woke up alone. Shawn’s side of the bed was empty. You listened for sounds of him from the bathroom. Instead you heard the strumming of his guitar from outside your bedroom, interspersed with some slight coughing.

He looked up from his playing to find you leaning against the archway with one of your small smiles only for him on your face. “Good morning, baby,” he returned your smile.

You crossed over to him, curling up on the couch beside him. You reached out to give a playful scritch to the stubble along his jawline. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back to sleep. I feel like I’ve done nothing but sleep for thirty-six hours,” he chuckled.

“You needed it...”

He simply nodded his agreement. He brushed a lock of hair from your eyes and tucked it behind your ear. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shook your head and then asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he smiled, just before a small fit of coughing began again.

Your brow furrowed.

“It sounds worse than it feels,” he laughed. “It’s good, it’s loose. I can breathe deep.” And he drew a deep breath to reassure you.

For the flu, it was certainly a mild case if he was already feeling better. It made you hopeful that if you did end up also getting sick, you’d get through it just as quickly.

Now that you were up, Shawn voiced his desire to get out of the house for some fresh air.

It was a cold morning, with a slight coating of snow across the grass from the night before, so you dressed warm. You tucked scarves into your coats and made the short walk over to your favorite café for coffee and pastries.

You spent the rest of the morning gaming. You made lunch together. You fell asleep while watching movies and cuddling on the living room sofa. You ate Karen’s leftovers for dinner, all of them. (Spaghetti was always better the next day.) Shawn’s appetite was much improved.

His color and his strength were also a lot better.

Back in bed after dinner, you sat shoulder to shoulder in front of Shawn’s laptop as he showed you the latest of the LA homes he’d bookmarked, one which had just come on the market. He hoped it wasn’t gone before you returned to LA with him the week after the one upcoming.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he sighed, out of nowhere, as if it was an afterthought. “You always do.”

You dropped a kiss to his bare shoulder and murmured, “Always will.”

“You’re gonna be the best mommy.”

His comment wasn’t exactly surprising; you’d just looked at photos of the aforementioned property, one of which was a nursery.

Still, you teased, chuckling, “Do you know something I don’t?”

He laughed. “Just manifesting. For the future.”

“Let’s get through the move and our wedding first, hm? Then we’ll talk babies.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Shawn closed his laptop and set it on the nightstand before turning to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I seem to remember another promise made.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Something about ravishing you...?”

You grinned, giggled, “You’re sure you’re feeling well enough for ‘ravishing’?”

“I feel well enough to sure as hell try,” he smirked, swiftly maneuvering you beneath him and tugging the duvet over your heads.

~*~

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