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City Of Love

City of Love (Personal Assistant AU—Reversed Roles)

A/N: So, in this imagine, Shawn is Y/n’s personal assistant and Y/N is the popstar. Andrew is still her manager, but Brian is a girl, and his name is Brianna. Haha, hope you like it

Summary: Shawn is Y/N’s assistant and he’s head over heels for her. Does she feel the same for him?

Warnings: Swear Words

            There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Shawn was in love with the Y/N L/N. It was a known fact. The team knew, the fans knew it, hell even Y/N herself knew it. And it wasn’t like he tried to hide it either. Not in the loving glances he sent to her. Not in the long hugs he pulled her into at the end of her shows. Not in the soft kisses he planted on her forehead when she was feeling extra stressed. He was completely transparent.

            Y/N on the other hand was a different story. No one could really tell with her how she felt for him. And she did it on purpose. She couldn’t date her personal assistant. It would be too messy. Plus, he was her best friend. She couldn’t ruin that friendship for a relationship that might not even last.

So, when Shawn would give her those glances, she would roll her eyes at him and act oblivious. When he would pull her into those bear hugs, she would pat his back in a friendly way. And when he would kiss her on the forehead, she would brush it off as a kind act.

She was chastised by her friends, her team, and her family. “You can’t keep letting him wander around you like a lovesick puppy. Just put poor Shawn out of his misery. You have to tell him that you don’t feel that way about him.”

But she did feel that way about him. She just couldn’t. And she knew it was wrong to lead him on like she was, but she couldn’t do anything. She wanted him in her life. She wanted him in any way that she could get. And if that was just as a best friend/personal assistant then that was how it would have to be. And it wasn’t like he had ever told her about his true feelings for her. He had never actually said the words “I love you in more than a platonic way.” So, until that happened, she was perfectly fine with the way their relationship was.

*****

Shawn was mesmerized with the way she sung to the crowd so passionately. It honestly put him in a daze. “You’re so whipped,” Brianna laughed.

“Shut up,” he blushed. “If only I knew she felt the same. Does your best friend really have to be the most confusing women on this planet?”             “I ask myself the same question every day. I’m not even sure how she feels about you. She hasn’t ever come out and explicitly said she likes or dislikes you. It’s almost like she doesn’t know if she should like you or not. She’s undecided. It’s weird and so unlike her. You know her probably better than me. You spend more time with her. She’s never indecisive. She always seems to know what she wants. It’s only when it comes to you that she doesn’t. I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing.”

Shawn sighed. “Somedays I wonder if she even wants me here. And then others, it’s like I’m the only person that exists to her.”

Y/N finished her last song and came running off the stage. Shawn pulled her into one of his famous hugs while she patted his back. “You were amazing! Not that I don’t think every show is fantastic, but I think this one is your best one yet!”

“You say that every night,” she chuckled.

“Cause it’s true! It gets better every time you preform.”

She pulled away from the hug. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

And there she went ruining a sweet moment. She always had to bring up her job around him and frankly it hurt his feelings. She was more than just his boss to him. She was his confidant, the person who knew him better than anyone else, the person who helped him through his anxiety.

She didn’t seem to notice the shift in his demeanor as Andrew patted her on the shoulder congratulating her. Brianna sent him a sympathetic smile and rubbed his arm.

This small gesture caught Y/N’s attention from the corner of her eye. She felt a small pang of jealously go through her, but it faded quickly when Shawn turned back to her and sent her one of his signature smiles.

*****

After showering and getting back on the tour bus, Y/N headed for the back of the bus towards her room. They were going to Paris the next day, the city of love. It had always been on Y/N’s bucket list to go there, but they had skipped it her last tour. To say she was excited was an understatement. She had even convinced Andrew to give them three extra days after her show in Paris for her and the team to explore. Andrew obliged even though everyone knew that he secretly wanted to explore France just as much as the rest of them.

“Knock, knock,” Shawn said outside her door.

“Come in.” She was laying on her bed reading a book in her sweatpants and one of Shawn’s old band t-shirts. And that was another thing that confused Shawn. She and Shawn would often sleep in the same bed together because they both enjoyed the comfort. Occasionally Shawn would lend her his shirts (which he thought she looked adorable in), and she would willingly accept. Which probably wasn’t an odd thing for best friends to do, but she rarely gave them back which pulled on Shawn’s heartstrings, making him think that maybe he had a chance.

She glanced up at him and felt her heart stop. He was shirtless, which wasn’t a new thing for her. But damn did he look fine tonight. His hair was a tousled mess, and it was so extremely attractive to her. She tried to hide her infatuation by glancing back down at her book, but she couldn’t focus on the words.

“Are you going to stay the night in here,” She asked him to try to seem nonchalant.

“Obviously! We still have that season of the bachelorette to finish! I’m so excited to see who she’s going to choose.”

Y/N shook her head at him. “And to think that three months ago you thought this show was obnoxious.” She thought it was sweet that he wanted to watch something with her.

“Hey, once it gets started it’s actually kind of entertaining. But at first glance it doesn’t seem that way.”

“Just quit lurking in my doorway, it’s rude. Get in this bed right now!”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was under her covers in the blink of an eye.

“So, Mr. Mendes, what’s on the schedule for tomorrow,” she questioned while she turned on the T.V. and hit play on the episode.

“You’ve got an online interview at 10:00 am and then you’ve got soundcheck at noon. The meet and greets at 4:30 and you’re show starts at 7:30 tomorrow. A little later than usual, but we’re not getting to Paris until like 11:00 am so…late show it is.”

She sighed laying her head on his bare chest and placing her book on her nightstand. “How would I ever do it without you? You’re the best. Thanks Shawn.”

Shawn hummed a your welcome and felt his heart rate increase. He hoped she wouldn’t be able to hear it thudding against his chest.

*****

“Y/N, honey. It’s time to wake up,” a soft voice filled the room, shaking her from her sleep. She sat up, her hair a mess, and her eyes half closed. Shawn let out a little chuckle. She was adorable.

“Sorry to wake you, but you’ve got that interview in an hour and I didn’t know how long you wanted to take to get ready.”

“You’re good Mr. Mendes! Thanks for always keeping me on schedule.” At this point she had stood from the bed and was walking towards him. She placed a kiss on his cheek as she walked towards the shower.

The second the door closed to the bathroom, Shawn went to the living quarters of the bus. “I saw that, you know,” a sly voice said from the corner of the room. Shawn turned to see Brianna.

“Saw what?” He could feel himself blushing.

“You walk out of her room. Her kissing your cheek. The basics.”

“Well, she kisses my cheek a lot, it’s nothing new. And we sleep in the same bed a lot. It’s honestly become rarer for us to not sleep in the same bed.”

A pregnant pause went through the room as they heard the shower in the background.

“I was thinking of ways to get her to confess her feelings to you. Or at least drop a hint of something. It’s getting so obnoxious seeing you follow her around like a puppy.”

“I’m listening.”

“In high school, she really liked this boy. But no one knew because she never acted like she did. Well anyways, one day we were playing spin the bottle and I was chosen to kiss him. She was insanely jealous and hardly talked to me the next couple days. I finally confronted her about it, and she told me she had a massive crush on him.

“I thought she was so mad at me. But she had distanced herself from me because apparently, she couldn’t get the image of me and him kissing out of her head. If she reacts the same way with you, it means she really likes you.”

Shawn hesitated. “Look, you’re an amazing girl, but I just don’t want to kiss anyone besides Y/N.”

Brianna laughed. “I have a boy that I’m talking to. I know the feeling. We don’t have to kiss, but we should make it seem like we’re flirting or something. Maybe you could hug me like you always hug her. Maybe a few forehead kisses, some holding hands, and voila, if she has feelings for you, all will be revealed. If she doesn’t, then she’ll probably try to encourage our relationship or something.”             “It doesn’t hurt trying.”

They both turned their heads as they heard the door to Y/N’s room opening as she stepped out. A light blue blouse adorned her beautiful figure and complimented her eyes. Her hair lay in soft curls framing her face and Shawn couldn’t help but be breathless for a few seconds.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Y/N asked as she stared between the two. Brianna had moved closer to Shawn to make it seem like they were having a more than friendly conversation before she walked in.

“Nope, not at all. Need help getting ready?” Brianna quickly asked to draw the attention away from Shawn who had his mouth slightly open as he stared at Y/N.

*****

“Oh my gosh Shawn, you’re hilarious,” Brianna had said while they ate lunch at the stadium where Y/N would be performing later that night.

Y/N looked across the way at Brianna and sent her a questioning glance. She hadn’t thought Shawn’s joke was funny enough to warrant a reaction like that. But that most likely meant that Brianna was flirting with Shawn. Which was a new thing.

A very new thing. Y/N wondered when her friend had developed this flirty relationship with her assistant. Before today, Brianna would always roll her eyes at Shawn’s cheesy jokes. Now she was sending googly eyes at him.

A pang of jealousy coursed through her. But she didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Andrew was walking over to the trio to tell them that Y/N’s sound check was supposed to be starting in ten minutes.

“Shawn, why didn’t you tell me sound check got moved to thirty minutes earlier?”

Shawn stared cheekily at Brianna. At this point, they had let the whole team in on their plot and everyone was working hard to play it off. They all wanted Y/N’s feelings to be revealed once and for all.

“I guess I just got distracted, sorry,” he sent a wink to Brianna that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.

She scoffed. “Well try to not to get distracted again. You are working right now, not trying to get a date for tonight.” She stood from the table and walked away calmly.

Shawn pointed his thumb after her and looked to Brianna. “She seems more pissed that I wasn’t doing my job than about our flirting.”

“Just give it a few more days. She’ll eventually crack. Either by threatening to fire you or telling you she loves you.”

Shawn’s eyes grew twice in size. “She wouldn’t actually fire me though. I’m basically as close to her as you are.”

“No, she’ll definitely fire you. But then she’ll rehire you once she’s calmed down a bit. You know how she is.”

That he did know. She was the most kind-hearted person he knew. She would do anything for anyone. But she was a very feisty women who wasn’t afraid to fight for what she believed in. And to top it all off, she had a mean sense of humor. And sometimes that could make her a little scary.

Shawn remembered the first time he ever met her. He thought she was going to fire him on the spot. He had bumped into her when she had been walking out of the recording studio and he had been walking in. It was his first day on the job and he had brought hot chocolate as a kind gesture.

The scorching hot chocolate had spilled all over her clothes. After looking down to assess the damage (her white shirt would probably have to be thrown in the trash) she glanced back up at Shawn. “Watch where you’re going,” she had scoffed.

Shawn felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I am so, so, so sorry. I will pay for a new shirt. Please forgive me.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, reading his name tag. “So, you’re my new assistant. Looks like you’re off to a rough start. The shirt is 150 dollars. Cough it up,” she held out her hand, as if she was waiting for cash to be placed in it.

Shawn scrambled to get his wallet from his back pocket when he heard Y/N laughing. It was a melodic noise, but it surprised him. She hadn’t sounded angry. He dared a look at her.

“I’m sorry but the look on your face was priceless. Don’t worry about it, this shirt was only like 20 bucks and it’s a few years old. It might’ve been time to donate it anyway.”

Shawn was shocked. Her sudden change in demeanor threw him off guard.

“I’m Y/N by the way. And sorry if I scared you about that, but I have an awful sense of humor. Sometimes it’s just funny to be serious and play into the diva stereotype. I hope I can prove to you that I’m not actually like that. Forgive me?”

He stared at her for a few seconds as she held out her hand to him. “…I already knew who you were,” he chuckled. “You’re like my favorite celebrity so it’s really a huge honor to be working for you. And I’m the one that needs to be forgiven.” He reached out and shook her hand.

“Don’t worry, I forgave you the second I saw that smile. You should look into modeling.” And with that she brushed past him and walked into the bathroom no doubt to try and clean off the spill on her shirt.

*****

When Y/N ran off the stage after her performance that night, she was disappointed to not see Shawn standing right by the stage where he usually was. Instead, she heard sounds of laughter and rounded the corner to find Brianna and Shawn sitting on a couch and watching a show together.

“No way she said no! I totally thought he was the end all be all!”

Y/N was confused. She didn’t remember Shawn and Brianna ever being this close of friends. He had his arm around her shoulders and a blanket rested over their legs. Her head was on his shoulder.

Y/N was upset. Not only because she was jealous, but because her two best friends had somehow gotten close to each other overnight without her knowing. And to top it all off, they hadn’t even told her that their relationship was changing. It would’ve been a nice warning for Y/N before she got her heart broken.

Andrew observed Y/N’s reaction quietly from behind her. A smug smile played at his lips. Y/N stood there for only a few seconds, but he could tell she was not happy with the two’s proximity. She turned to walk back to the dressing room.

“Hey when they get out of their googly eye love land will you have both of them come to my dressing room. Looks like they forgot to include me in our after-show celebration,” she forced a smile onto her face that didn’t go unnoticed by Andrew.

As Y/N walked away, Brianna slid out from under Shawn’s arm and shudder. “Ew. That was weird.”

“Yea, seriously. Notice anything Andrew?” The two looked up at him.

“She just seems upset. I’m assuming you guys heard what she said to me?”

They both nodded. “Tell her we’ll meet her on the bus.”

Andrew sighed. “Are you kids sure this is a good idea? How long are we going to let this go on for?”

“Just until she does something about it.”

“Alright then. “

*****

Y/N walked onto the bus a half an hour later. After hearing that her two best friends had bailed on their tradition of celebrating after a show, she had broken down in the dressing room.

The show hadn’t gone as well as she had hoped. She had missed a few notes and being the perfectionist that she was, it really upset her. She craved one of Shawn’s hugs. He always noticed when she was feeling down about her performance. But instead, he was off swooning her best friend.

She dried her eyes and walked onto the bus, hoping they weren’t still red from crying. Brianna and Shawn were on the couch cuddling and asleep! Shawn had his arm wrapped around her middle and they looked so peaceful. It was hard to find a time where Shawn looked so relaxed. She didn’t even think he was that laid back with her.

And then it hit her. If they were both going to make the other person happy, she should quit being a jealous and selfish friend and let them do what they want. She wouldn’t try to force them into being around her if they didn’t want to be.

She felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, and she knew she was about to cry again. She lost her chance with Shawn and there was nothing she could do about it. She walked to her room, turning off the light and instantly falling asleep. She even forgot that the last episode of the Bachelorette was on that night!

*****

For their first day in Paris, Shawn had found a small Parisian café to eat breakfast in. He knew Y/N was somewhat fluent in French and she wanted to get the full experience. It originally was only going to be the two of them going to the café, but he decided that Brianna needed to come so they could keep up their act.

“Knock, knock,” Shawn said opening her door. He had a terrible night’s sleep. His insomnia flared up (she usually helped with that), and he was exhausted. He and Brianna had faked being asleep on the tour bus couch, but she hadn’t even spared them a thought. She had just walked to her room.

“Hey, you look tired.” She herself didn’t look to awake either. Her eyes were a little bloodshot, but makeup did a good job covering up the bags under her eyes. Her hair was flawless like always and she wore a white sundress. She was breathtaking.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep too good last night.”

“Me either. I was planning on watching the last episode of The Bachelorette with my best friends, but y’all already watched it without me,” she chuckled to play it off as a joke, but he could hear the sadness seeping through her voice.

He scratched the back of his neck guiltily. Truth be told he didn’t really want to watch The Bachelorette without her, but Brianna convinced him it was a good idea. “Yea, sorry about that. I was just too excited to see who she chose. But I’ll watch it with you tonight if you’d like.”

“Yea, that sounds nice.”

There was an awkward lull in their conversation until Brianna popped up next to Shawn. Her hair was in perfect curls. Her makeup was flawless. And she was wearing a blue dress that complimented her eyes and red hair.

“You guys ready to go?”

Y/N tried to hide her surprise at the question. She assumed Shawn had invited her which was fine. She just had to act like it didn’t bother her. Shawn looked at Y/N shyly, trying to silently apologize.

“Yea, let’s go,” Y/N said brushing past Shawn and walking to the front of the bus.

*****

The café had only a few people in it when they arrived. “Bonjour!” Y/N said to the waitresses. They smiled at her, and she held a light conversation with them in French before they were seated. Shawn would never stop being impressed at the many talents she had.

Shawn and Brianna chose to sit across from each other leaving Y/N to sit by herself. She felt like the third wheel on a date. Funny how it was supposed to be just her and Shawn, but she’s the one who feels like the third wheel, not Brianna.

Y/N was quieter than usual which didn’t go unnoticed by her two best friends. But instead of bringing it up, they decided to let her fester in her emotions. She would eventually say something, they concluded.

But that went on for the entire day. They went sight-seeing in Paris with the rest of the team, and Y/N tried to avoid being around the two. She went to hang out with Connor, her photographer, who sent Shawn an evil eye. He looked after Y/N like his little sister. While he agreed that Y/N needed to fess up, he didn’t like the way she as being manipulated into doing it.

“Just ignore him,” Brianna whispered.

“Yea, ok.” That didn’t stop Shawn from feeling like a piece of shit for treating Y/N like this.

That night, Y/N got ready for bed hoping that Shawn would eventually come into her room to watch The Bachelorette, but that never happened.

*****

The next day went almost the same as the first. But by the last day, Shawn and Brianna were getting sick of pretending to like each other.

“You know what, scrap that dumb plan I made up a few days ago. Clearly, it’s not working and it’s just making her more and more upset. Which is not something we need. I never wanted to hurt her feelings and I’m sure you didn’t either. Take her to the Eiffel Tower tonight. Just you two. No one else.”

“…I’m guessing you’re going to say I should confess my love to her like in all those cliché love stories,” he chuckled. “Well, it’s better than your first plan.”

“Hey, you agreed to that!”

“Yea, yea. More like I got pressured into it.”

Brianna crossed her arms as Y/N walked out of her room. She was wearing a brown cardigan over a light blue dressed. She stared between the two before walking towards the small kitchen and pulling out some cereal and a bowl.

Brianna tilted her head towards Y/N, insinuating that Shawn should talk to her. She walked away and Shawn went to the kitchen.

“Hey, what if I took you out for dinner tonight?”

“Well actually I just wanted to stay in and rest.”

“Yea, but you can do that all day tomorrow when we’re heading to the next city.”

“Yea, but my bed is so warm and cozy, and I just want to lay down in it.”

“Nope, you’re coming with me. I’ve barely spent any time with you this whole trip.”

Shawn grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards the exit of the bus. She pulled back with a force just as strong.

“No! If you wanted to spend time with me, you and Brianna would stop making me feel like a third wheel. I don’t want to even be around you guys because you leave me out. It’s not fun!”

“Brianna isn’t coming. It’ll just be me and you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. “Uh huh. And Brianna is ok with this?”

“Yea, why wouldn’t she be?”

“Just seems like you two have to do everything together since we got to Paris.”

Shawn turned away to hide his smile. Maybe their first plan had worked a little. Y/N definitely did seem a little jealous.

“Well, I promise she’s not coming. Let me take you to dinner and we can go see the top of the Eiffel Tower. It’ll be fun. Please,” he used his puppy dog eyes on her. The ones he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, but was secretly excited for their little outing.

*****

            “Notre Dame was so pretty. I think it’s been my favorite place so far.”

            “Yea Notre Dame was cool. I just wished that I got to spend more time with you,” Shawn said as he took a bite out of his food.

Y/N scoffed. “If you wanted to spend more time with me, you would’ve spent less time flirting with Brianna.”

“Hey! It’s not like you weren’t flirting up a storm with Connor!” That wasn’t an entirely false statement. Y/N had tried to make Shawn jealous, but she didn’t think it had worked.

“Please Shawn,” she waved her hand at him, “he’s like a brother to me. You know that.”

“Ok and you’re like a sister to me! Brianna…” he paused. He didn’t know why he had said that. In a round-a-bout type of way, he was trying to insinuate to her that his relationship with her was like her relationship with Connor. They acted like siblings but would flirt. Connor knew Y/N was off limits though because Shawn had already staked a claim.

“Brianna what?” She was red in the face from arguing with him.

“She’s like a friend to me. I mean I don’t really know her that well. I spend more time with you than with her.”

“It sure didn’t seem like it this week. You know what though, I think we need to leave. Let’s just leave this argument in the past and have a good time tonight. You ready to go?”

Shawn nodded his head and placed a bill down on the table. Y/N tried to beat him to it but he said, “Nuh uh. I’m paying for this.”

*****

            The air was cold at the top of the Eiffel Tower and Y/N shivered in her dress as they stared out at the city lights. It was a beautiful sight, but Shawn couldn’t tear his eyes away from Y/N’s figure. She looked so free and happy. Something he hadn’t seen on her the entire week. He knew he was to blame for that. It was now or never that he told her his feelings.

“Here, you look cold,” he draped his jacket around her shoulders.

“Thanks.”

“Look Y/N, the real reason I took you up here tonight is because I have to tell you something. It’s kind of a big deal. It’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you since I first met you,” he grabbed her hand and she glanced at him.

“I know Shawn. I know that you used to love me, but now your feelings have shifted, and you want to figure out whatever it is that you have with Brianna. I’m not offended or hurt or anything. And if talking to mean is your way to find closure, I’m here for you. And if you want my advice,” she paused and looked back out at the city, “I would resolve the fight you two were in before we left.”

Shawn stared at her dumbstruck. She was letting him go so easily. No fight. Nothing. That surely meant that she didn’t love him.And she already knew that he loved her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made it obvious, but he just thought she didn’t know.

Shawn didn’t say anything for a few seconds and Y/N tried to stop the tears from coming to her eyes. She had once again lost something to her best friend and she once again, couldn’t be mad at her for it.

“You know, I always pictured myself up here with a man I had fallen head over heels with,” she took a deep breath. It was now or never. She had nothing to lose. “I guess I just didn’t realize that he would’ve fallen for my best friend instead.” Shawn’s mouth opened in shock. “I was such an idiot. I thought that by hiding my feelings and waiting for you to confess first to me I would have it confirmed that you loved me back. I wouldn’t have to make that leap of faith. But I waited too long, and I lost my chance.” She looked into his eyes, into the very depths of his soul.

And at the top of the City of Love, she whispered, “I love you, Shawn. As more than a friend. More than you’ll ever know. And I am so, so sorry that I was a coward about all of this. I cost us a beautiful relationship. But I want you and Brianna to be happy. It’ll give me peace of mind knowing that I didn’t screw everything up.”

And with that, she pulled her hand away from Shawn’s and turned to walk away. Shawn went after her. “Where are you going?! We’re at the most perfect spot in the city! You can’t just drop that on me and walk away!”

She turned around. “Please Shawn, I can’t have you doing this. Don’t get my hopes up. I’m tired and I want to go back to the bus.”

“Y/N wait—”

“Please! I can’t do this tonight!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her around to face him. He didn’t waste another moment before capturing her lips in his. She wrapped her hands around his neck and tugged on his hair. She finally pulled back, slightly pushing him away.

“I love you ok. If you just would’ve let me talk, I would’ve gotten to that point. This whole week me and Brianna have been trying to make you jealous,” he chuckled at her appalled face. “We just wanted you to break first and confess to me. We realized we had taken it too far when you distanced yourself from us. Me and Brianna were arguing because she was trying to pressure me into telling you my feelings tonight. I promise she is just a friend. Nothing more.”

There was a long pause and Shawn watched something shift in Y/N’s eyes. “You are such an idiot! You know what, you’re fired!” She stared at him with crossed arms, a red face, and angry eyes.

Shawn couldn’t tell if she was being serious or if she was joking.

“You’ve pushed me too far this time. That was so dumb of you! I don’t care if you say you love me, you wouldn’t have done that if you did! I expect your things to be packed up. You’re leaving at the next city!”

Shawn scrunched his eyes at her, and she turned away, starting to walk down the steps of the Eiffel Tower.

By the time they had made it to the bus (which was in walking distance), Y/N hadn’t spoken a word to Shawn. Even though he had begged and begged for forgiveness.

When they got on the bus, Brianna waited for them on one of the couches. “So…I’m guessing by Y/N’s face it didn’t go too well,” she said to Shawn.

“NO! He’s fired! And how dare you do that to me!”

Brianna made eye contact with Shawn and her eyes widened when she realized that Y/N wasn’t joking.

“Woah Y/N, think about this for a second. Shawn is your best friend.”

“Yea and you guys are such idiots to think that I would actually fire you!” She turned around laughing at Shawn.

He rolled his eyes. “I guess we kind of deserved that. But I hate your sense of humor.”

“Oh, shut up! You love it like you love me!”

“Hmmm, I don’t know about that. We were having a sweet moment and you had to ruin it.”

“Maybe just be transparent next time and I won’t have to use my ‘mean humor’ on you.” She threw her (his) jacket at him with a smile on her face and walked towards her room.

“You better go be with your girl,” Brianna sent him a wink and he rolled his eyes at her.

“Thanks for everything!”

“Don’t mention it. It is the city of love, it was bound to happen.”

A/N: lol what is this garbage. I loved the plot but executed it so badly. Thanks for reading anyways. Feedback is appreciated.

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Confidence | Raul Mendes

This is what happens when I read a smutty series all day. Meet Raul Mendes, one of the Mendes Triplets. 

Warning: Smutty intentions 

How Raul ended up with you, no one knew, not even you. You were the most quiet, sweetest, bookworm on campus. Those who knew you knew you as the girl who would let anyone copy her notes because she felt like if anyone needed help and they felt the need to ask her then she should help. Those who didn’t know you still had heard of you has the one who sat in the back corner of the library, weirdly with a book in your hand instead of a laptop on your lap. 

Raul though?

Everyone knew him as the good time. He was in a frat with his brothers, Shawn and Peter. As triplets they couldn’t be any more opposite each other. Raul was the guy who was known as the party animal that brought at least three kegs to each party. He was known as the guy who scored three girls during parents weekend, not only with his parents but all three of the girls parents on campus. 

If anyone were to guess they would assume if you were to be with one of the triplets you’d be with Peter. He was the quiet one. The soft one. He focused on his studies, he read weird books. He was more your speed. 

Those would say that even Shawn was a stretch for you. Shawn was like almost a perfect medium between his brothers. He had this cutting edge to him because he was in a band, and wore sleeveless tank tops, he had tattoos and his ears pierced. At the same time he cared for everyone around him, worked for charities and brought a big ass teddy bear and roses for his girlfriend on Valentine's day. 

So when Raul walked hand in hand with you to class, kissed you at the door and pulled you back for one more hug and kiss when you tried to walk away made everyone’s head turn. It just didn’t make sense. 

Most of all? It left you lost most of the time. Raul was walking whiplash. He’d punch a guy for looking at you funny and then turn around with a baby voice asking if he could be the little spoon. 

“Babe did you finish that essay you were working on?” He asked as he shut his door behind him. Trying his best to block out the noise of not only his brothers but his frat brothers. 

“Yeah, I finished it this morning during your exam.” You answered, voice so soft he almost couldn’t hear you over Shawn’s music in the room next to his. 

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re free of homework tonight?” Raul grinned, setting the cup of hot chocolate he just made you down on his nightstand, taking hold of your ankle and pulling you to him on his bed. 

You squealed at the sudden movement, giggling when his hand slid up your calf to the back of your knee, biting into his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring, as he stared down at you. 

You were in your ripped jeans, his plain grey crew neck that had burn holes on the left collarbone. Your hair was in a messy ponytail, bangs clipped back, face bare of makeup.

His eyes raked up and over your body as he breathed heavily.

“What are you thinking?” You whispered. 

“I’m thinking you look really good laid out on my bed.” He answered licking his lips before leaning down over your body. His lips were on your neck in a fury. They were hot and slick, but the cold of his lip ring caused this sensation through your body. It made you gasp and reach up to comb your fingers through his shaggy curly hair. 

His hand on the back of your knee guided your leg up to hook onto his waist, once there his hand was sliding up your thigh and right has he was gonna slip his hand up and under your ass there was a bump that thudded against his wall, causing you both to look up. You both waited a beat and he looked back down at you.

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head, praying to god it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“Are you sure?” 

“Totally.” He nodded. “Focus on me.” He hummed, this time kissing your lips in hopes of distracting you from the noise, that was until it happened again. This time with three bumps in a row followed by a loud scream of Shawn’s name. 

Raul dropped his head against your chest, groaning when you pushed him away. 

“Fucking Shawn,” He muttered under his breath as you sat up. He jumped to action when he felt you crawling out of his bed. “Hey,” He caught your hand. “Where are you going? Come here.” 

“I should um,” You swallowed when a high pitched moan sounded. “I need to go.” 

“No Baby.” Raul shook his head. “Don’t, we’re both finally free on the same night. I’m sorry about that, but I’ll put on a movie and we’ll cuddle.” 

“No it’s okay.” You grabbed your bag. “I need to study for an exam I have next week, and I’m sure there’s a party your skipping out on.” 

“No.” He shook his head. “If you don’t want to stay here then we’ll go back to yours.”

“Katie’s at mine.” You shrugged, using your roommate as an excuse. 

“Then let’s go somewhere else.” He suggested.

“Where?”

“I could get us a hotel.” 

You stared at him for a moment, shaking your head. “Raul, you know…”

He sat at the edge of his bed reaching for your hand to pull you closer to him. You stood between his legs, where he looked up at you. “I know what?” He whispered. 

“You know nothing would happen right?” 

“Mhm.” He nodded, reaching up to caress your cheek. 

“So what would be the point?” 

He smiled softly, eyes going soft, tonguing the metal in his lip. “The point?” He said softly, watching you nod. “The point would be getting to spend the night with my love. To hold you all night, cuddle you, feel like we’re in our own world, our own bubble. With no roommates, no shitty dorm food, and no annoying ass brothers having a sexfest next door.”

You giggled at that and shake your head. “I don’t want you to waste your money like that.”

“It’s not a waste, I really want to.” He pleaded. 

“I’m not worth it.” You whispered, shrugging.

His eyes went hard, brows furrowing, lips pursing. “Of course you’re worth it. How could you ever say that to me? Of course you’re worth it. You’re worth it Baby. I promise you that. Let’s pack a bag and we’ll go.” He stood.

“I don’t have clothes here.” 

“Borrow mine.” 

“Raul.” You sighed, not thinking this was a good idea, surely he’d regret this by the end of the night. 

“Baby, if we get into the room and you’re uncomfortable at any moment I’ll drive you back to your dorm okay? But I want to spend the night with you. I want to watch your favorite Rom Coms and eat a bunch of junk food. I want to hold you and snuggle you, and I really want to see you in only my clothes. I want to share a bed with you, and sleep with you on my chest all night.” 

You blushed at his words, nodding at him and walking up to him to plant a small kiss to his cheek. “Okay.” 

“Okay good.” He huffs. “Now you start packing while I go to the bathroom to get that stuff, I have an extra toothbrush you can have.” 

You nodded and watched as he walked out of the room, being sure to close the door behind him. Raul did a little happy dance once he got to the hallway, and knocked on the door to the bathroom. 

“Just a sec.” Shawn called. 

As Shawn opened the bathroom door, Peter was just stepping out of his bedroom. 

“Hey,” Shawn ran a hand through his sweaty hair, chest heaving. 

“Gross.” Raul gagged, Peter following along. 

“Y’all are jealous.” Shawn grinned. 

“No, we’re revolted.” Peter responded, both brothers watching as Raul grabbed his toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant and an extra toothbrush from the drawer. “You going somewhere?” 

“Yeah.” Raul smiled walking out of the bathroom.

“Where?” Shawn asked. 

“To a hotel.” 

“Why?” Peter grabbed his shoulder to stop him. 

“Um well, Y/n was finally getting a little more comfortable with me.” He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks blushing red. 

“Intimately?” Shawn asked softly, all boys knowing the ins and outs of their relationships. 

“Yeah, that was until someone was having their own intimate time.” Raul glared at Shawn. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah ‘oh’ she tried to go but I was able to convince her to go with me to a hotel.”

“Are you finally gonna?” Peter asked. 

Raul rolled his eyes. “No, and would you two stop saying ‘finally’ like it’s annoying we haven’t. I’m happy, really happy, and I don’t want to pressure her. She’s everything to me. I just want some alone time with her, in peace. I don’t want roommates coming home and trying to join our movie marathon. I really don’t want bed posts banging into the wall and my brothers girlfriend moaning so loud I can barely hear my own girlfriend.” 

Shawn smiles bashfully, looking down to the floor. 

“So we’re going to a hotel for a night to ourselves, maybe I can get her comfortable again and maybe we’ll talk. Maybe we’ll stay two nights. I don’t know, all I know is I want her in any way she’ll give me.” 

All three boys stood straight when they heard Raul’s door open. “Oh, hi.” You blushed embarrassed you’d caught them in conversation. “Um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to pack your laptop?”

Raul smiled at your pink cheeks, “No Baby I think we’ll be okay. They have TV’s there.” 

You looked to the floor embarrassed at how stupid your question sounds out loud. “Right, sorry.” You said, looking back to his room. “Carry on.” 

Raul noticed how you wouldn’t look at either of them, and how you curled in on yourself when Shawn’s girlfriend exited his room in nothing but Shawn’s t shirt and walked straight into the bathroom. 

“Hey,” He whispered, getting you to look up at him. “Still with me?” 

You nodded, turning quickly and hightailing back to his room. 

“Have a nice night,” Raul said to his brothers, following his girl back into his room to find you sitting on his bed with your head in your hands. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked kneeling in front of you.

“Does it bother you that I’m not like that?” You ask looking up at him with insecurity in your eyes.

“Like what?” 

“Like that?” You point to his door. 

“Like what?” He asks again.

“Like her?” 

Raul was completely lost, in what you were saying, in the situation. “Okay Baby,” He took your hands. “I’m gonna be a dumb guy for a moment.” He intertwined his fingers with yours. “Like who?” 

“Carla?” 

His eyebrows furrowed. “Carla?” His face pinched. “Shawn’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay I’m still gonna be a dumb guy. What are you asking me?” 

“Do you ever wish I was confident like her? That I would let you fuck me in a house full of boys, including your brothers? That I would walk out of your room in just your shirt?”

He stared at you like you’d grown two heads.

“Listen to me.” He shook his head. “I’m in love with you. I’m in love with everything about you. Do I ever wish you were different? Fuck no, please excuse my language.” He kissed your hands. “This you right here in front of me, is the you I want for the rest of my life. Please don’t ever think that I want different, because I don’t.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I am 1000% sure, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” 

You sat there for a moment and stewed on his words before sighing. “I packed an extra pair of your boxers to wear to bed tonight. Is that okay?”

He laughed, hanging his head. “Yeah Babygirl, that’s perfect.” 

“Okay, well are you ready?”

“I didn’t pack.” He looked up at you. 

“I packed for you.” 

“Okay well then let me throw this stuff in the bag and we can go.”

**

Raul wrapped his arms around you from behind as you took in the view from the large windows in your room. You knew this room had to of cost him a pretty penny but he was determined not to let you know how much.

“Raul, this is too much.” 

“It’s not enough.” His words are muffled by your shoulder since his lips were planting kisses there. 

“I love you.” You whispered, smiling wider when he squeezed you tighter. 

“I love you so much Babygirl.” 

You didn’t use those words often, actions spoke louder for you, but you knew how much they meant to him and felt the need in this moment. 

“But I’m so tired.” You whined, leaning back against him. 

“Then get changed, and we’ll watch movies until you fall asleep.” He kissed a string of kisses up your neck.

He turned the TV on, logging into his Netflix account and selecting your profile so he could choose from one of the movies you’d saved. He was in bed, under the covers, in a t shirt and his sleep pants when you walked out, a pair of his boxers hanging off your hips, arms crossed across your chest as you were only wearing your bra. 

“Um,” You bite your lip as you look at him. “Can I wear your shirt?” 

His eyes were wide, and he had to swallow twice to get control over himself. He has yet to see you shirtless so to watch you walk out in only your lacy bra and his boxers had him chubbing. 

He whipped his shirt off his frame holding it out to you, not saying a word. You grinned when you took it from him, never losing eye contact with him as you slipped it on, and then wordlessly reaching up the back unclipping your bra with one hand and pulling the straps off through the sleeves. He gulped when you tugged your bra off, throwing it towards the bag on the side of the room. 

“It’s pretty.” He murmured.

“What is?” 

“Your bra.” 

You laughed, crawling into bed. 

“And you said you weren’t confident.” He stared at you with wide eyes.

“I’m not.” 

“That was so extremely hot, your confidence right then was-,” He shook his head. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm.” He looked back at the screen, freezing as you got closer to him. “Give me a minute.” 

“What?” It was then that you realized what was going on. “Oh my god, really?” 

Raul looked over at you, “Really what?” He asked breathlessly. 

You looked away as you asked this question, embarrassed you were asking at all. “Did I make you hard?”

Raul groaned and rolled away. “I’m sorry.” 

You watched him as he buried his face into the pillow. “Why are you apologizing?” You laughed.

He rolled over to his back, peering at you. “I don’t want to pressure you.” 

“You’re not.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“So sure Baby.” You climbed up and swung a leg over his waist, straddling him. 

“This isn’t helping me.” 

“Maybe I might wanna help you in another way.” 

“Good lord.” He wheezed when your fingers ran down his chest and dipped into his sleep pants. “You really are trying to kill me eh?” 

“You really liked my bra huh?” 

“I really like you, let’s get that clear.”

“This hasn’t happened-” 

He leaned up, stealing a kiss from your lips. “Baby,” He shook his head. “You make me hard all the time, trust me.” He nodded. “I just don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do so I um, take care of things on my own.” 

“Really? All the time?” 

“Babe, I popped a boner in class last week when you gave your presentation because you were wearing my hoodie and had my hickey on your neck.” 

You blushed and looked down at his torso. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.”

“You um,” You take a breath, “You turn me on too.” You whisper, looking up into his eyes. 

“Yeah?” He asks softly. 

“Yeah.” You nod, deciding to be bold for a moment. 

You reach out and grab his hand, guiding it into his boxers on your hips, letting him feel your wet heat. He groaned low and that did things to you you never thought possible. “God you’re really wet.” He growled. 

“Because of you.” You whisper. 

His eyes were dilated with want and desire and he was fighting every cell in his being to not flip you over and have his nasty way with you. 

“Raul.” You gripped his wrist tighter.

“Yeah Baby?” 

“Will you-”

“Will I what?” 

“Will you show me how to be confident?” 

He stared at you. “Baby you are confident. Look at you.”

“Then will you, will you teach me how to be confident while we-”

“Use your words Baby.” 

“While we make love?” 

His eyes flared with intense fire and he growled as he flipped you over. “Oh god honey you’re gonna kill me.” 

“Is that good?” You asked softly. 

“So good.” He inhaled your scent. “I’m gonna go slow, I want this special. Please talk me through it too okay? I want all your thoughts, your wants, desires.” He stared into your eyes. 

**

Raul woke up with a big smile on his face, his arms wrapped around you, face nuzzled into your neck. He squeezed you tight for a moment, inhaling deeply as the sunrise brightens the room. You shift a bit, unaware that he’s awake. 

“Good morning Beautiful.” His gravelly morning voice greets you. 

“Morning.” You smile, interlocking your fingers with his that are on your stomach. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, kissing at your neck. 

“I’m deliciously sore.” 

“That’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.” 

You giggle and roll over to face him, taking in his sleep swollen eyes, red kissed swollen lips, and pink blushed cheeks.

“So if I told you I booked the room for the weekend would you stay with me again tonight?” He asks.

“And if I told you I packed us enough clothes for the weekend would you accept that as my answer?” 

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A Kick in the Balls (1) - S. Mendes Imagine

Throughout the years that you and Shawn have been together, and even before then, had he only seen you lose your composure a minimal amount of times. He remembers the night that you had spilled coffee all over your Chemistry notes, a class which you had struggled with all year and had a final on the following day. Shawn sat across from you and watched your face fall almost seconds after the dark roast drowned your lifeline to getting a passing grade in the class. Luckily, Shawn’s remained dry and his handwriting was legible enough for you to get a high C the next day. Another time, he barreled to your crouched figure in your bedroom, sobbing like a mother mourning over her favorite child. After crying into Shawn’s chest until your eyes were sore and throbbing, you managed to murmur out the death of your family pet. Even when your tears dried, and your lip halted its trembling, Shawn kept holding you. You were more shocked than saddened after being stood up by Kole Newman until Shawn bustled into the diner and swept you off your feet.

But the state of you he had stumbled upon, Friday night in your living room, he was not prepared for.

Your fingers were tremulous as you furiously tapped the keypad on your phone screen. You kept bouncing your leg up and down so much Shawn was afraid it might fall off by the end of the night.

“Hey, honey…you okay?” You hold a finger up to him, using your other hand to bring the phone off to your ear. The finger comes down and is used as another activity to occupy your racing thoughts. The thumbnail rests between your teeth as the rings continue throughout the phone. On the second ring, even quicker than the last call did your sister’s voicemail interrupt the call. You only sigh in agitation and hang up, tossing the phone aside. Your arms came up to shield your face as you shook your head.

“Alright…what happened?” Shawn tries questioning again, taking a seat beside you on the couch.  Your eyes shifted and you bit your lip as your eyes glossed over, a telltale sign that the dam of tears was about to combust.

“I-I’m the worst sister ever.” You begin, looking towards Shawn. “Y/S/N was supposed to go on a date tonight with this boy in her grade. I’ve met him a couple of times and he seemed like bad news but Y/S/N likes him a lot. I didn’t think they’d even get past friends but when she told me they were going out tonight…I just…I lost it.” You shrugged, now bringing your bouncing leg up to your chest, along with the other. “I tried telling her he was no good for her, that he’s just going to hurt her…but she didn’t listen and just bolted. I don’t know where she went and now I’m scared. I tried texting her and calling, leaving messages. I was about to leave and go look for her but then you came.” You turn to look at Shawn, a few tears now cascading down your cheeks. Shawn reaches up and wipes them away almost immediately, shaking his head while he does so.

“You’re not a bad sister. I’m sure you had a reason for blowing up as you did. What’s the guy’s name?” “Taylor Newman.” You answer with a sniff. Shawn’s eyebrows furrow at that name.

“Newman…like—”

“Kole Newman…yeah. It’s his little brother.” You confirm lips a straight line. “But…that’s no excuse to disapprove of him. I mean, maybe he is a good kid and I’m just holding grudges. But when I first met him, something seemed off before he even introduced himself.” Shawn nods. “I don’t know anymore but I need to go find her before my parents get home or else, they’re going to kill me.” You stand up from the couch and slide a pair of sandals on, preparing to walk out the door. But Shawn’s large hand holding your shoulder puts your steps to a halt.

“No, stop. You’re distressed. I’ll go look for her. If she walked, she couldn’t have gone that far. You stay put and if your parents come home and ask, say she’s with Aaliyah at our house doing girl stuff or whatever.”

“Shawn—”

“Y/N, I got this. Promise. And if I find this kid he’ll walk away with a mean pummeling after talking to me.”

“Give him a kick in the balls for me?” Shawn nods, laying a small kiss on your hair, before rushing out of the door.

Fifteen minutes into Shawn’s walk, he stops beside a familiar diner and cannot help but let the corners of his mouth tilt upwards. He remembers the exact path he ran from his own house to retrieve your heartbroken self from the leather booth in the corner of the diner. His brown eyes gaze longingly into the window, seeing all of the patrons eating their fries and drinking their milkshakes in a jovial manner. His eyes still, though, as they come across a familiar face, alone and with a concerned face as her pupils scanned the room around her from the chair. Shawn released a large breath and felt his eyes soften. Without further hesitation, he sprints around to the other side of the building and pushes himself through the revolving door. An older waitress waddles up to Y/S/N, with a hint of a smile as Shawn watches from a distance. Despite her kind face, the woman’s pitiful tone of voice heavily outweighed the cheerful emotion she attempted to convey.

“Sweetie, are you—”

“Please, please don’t make me give up the table! I swear he’s almost here.” The desperate tone of voice Y/S/N began pleading withdrew the attention of a few customers seated nearby. Even by the door, Shawn could see her cheeks grow dark as Y/S/N begged to not leave. Shawn also took notice of the patrons around him, now whispering about how sad it was that the young girl was stood up, but also what an embarrassment it was to have dinner alone. It made a fit of fiery anger begin brewing deep within Shawn and could be seen in the continuous clenching of his jaw, and narrowing of his eyes, now a few shades darker than a few moments ago.

“Oh, no dear! You are fine to stay for a few more hours…I was just wondering if you needed anything. You have not ordered since you’ve sat down.” The woman replies, eyeing the young girl with worry. All that sat before her was a glass of water, still full to the brim.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll wait until he gets here, it should only be a few—”

“I’m here! I’m here! So sorry I am late!” Shawn’s legs briskly carry him over to the table, the same eyes that were on Y/S/N a few moments ago now rested on his frantic figure, who took a seat in front of a silent, wide-eyed Y/S/N.

“Oh, this is your…”

“Date, yep! Sure am! Traffic was a nightmare but I knew I couldn’t leave her just sitting here. Now, I’ll take the two glasses of the finest non-alcoholic drink your establishment carries.” Shawn answers with a smile to the woman, scribbling down Shawn’s odd order on her notepad.

“Coming right up.” The lady pivots and waddles her way back behind the kitchen’s doors.

“What are you doing here? Wait—don’t even answer that. Y/N sent you here to find me, didn’t she?”

“No…” Y/S/N lifted her brows. “She told me what happened, and I decided to come to find you myself.” Shawn corrects smugly, placing a hand on his chest.

“Unbelievable.” She mutters with a roll of her eyes as she fishes her phone out of her jean’s pocket and looks at the time, trying to ignore all of her sister’s unanswered messages. It reminds Shawn to pull out his phone and inform you that your sister was alive and well. Y/S/N continues, “I told her I’d be fine. Taylor’s just running a little late.” Shawn hums upon sending the message to you, before stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

“Really? And exactly how long have you been waiting before I found you?” Shawn bites his lip and raises his brows. Y/S/N’s eyes don’t dare to meet with his as she continues to fiddle with her phone.

“Doesn’t matter.” She mutters. But Shawn’s interrogative expression does not falter and she sighs, speaking even quieter. “An hour and a half.” Shawn could almost feel his eyes stretch from how wide he had opened them. Y/S/N finally glanced up to meet his eyes and scoffed at him. “Don’t give me that look. I’m telling you, he’s going to show up. And when he does, you’re going to feel like the stupid one.”

“Alright, we’ll wait. But until then…” His hand reaches over the table and snatches the phone away from Y/S/N’s grip.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“I’m going to show you how one of these should go,” Shawn says, motioning a finger between the two of them. “Rule one: don’t have your phone out.” He stuffs it away into the other pocket of his pants.

“Oh, goody…can't wait.” Your sister sighs as two chocolate milkshakes are sat on the table.

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[shawnmendes-imagine]

Three Empty Words

You confront Shawn after you find out he’s been cheating

Imagine:

I walk through central park in the snow, holding hands with Shawn. I hear him talking but I’m not listening. My mind is somewhere else.

Shawn stops talking and notices my silence. “Y/n, babe you alright?”

I look down at my boots and all that’s going through my mind right now is him with that girl, him holding that girl,him kissing that girl. He told me he was busy in the studio, so I had made plans with the girls last night to go out. Never had I thought that I’d see Shawn kissing some girl, let alone lie to me.

I went home instantly after, too sad to cry. I woke up to a text from Shawn that read, “Good morning beautiful :) Snow date today??”

So here I am, too heart broken to confront the guy that I love as to why he cheated on me.

Shawn gently shakes me, “babe what’s wrong?? please tell me, i love you.”

I snapped.

“YOU DONT LOVE ME”

He’s taken aback from my outburst and has the nerve to look confused, “W-what do you mean?”

“Save it Shawn, if you loved me, you wouldn’t have been all over her and kissing her last night” I look away, fighting my tears.

He tries to come closer but I yell, “No, don’t come near me again”

“Y/n! Wait, I can explain, please jus-“

“Shut it, you lost the right to explain yourself as soon as you lied to me and decided to cheat on me.” I start to walk away, ignoring his plead to come back and listen to him.

I turn back to say one last thing, “Oh and Shawn, next time you say ‘I love you’ to a girl, make sure they aren’t three empty words”

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[midnightscherry]

Choose your fighter

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Disrespected S.M

Long time, sorry y’all

Part 2?? Idk this sucked

Also, photo creds to whoever

All I asked was for one day, just one day for Shawn to show up! It could’ve been just an hour and I’m sure I’d be just as happy. Somehow, those days are far from over.

It’s the second time this week, probably the 10th time this month, more than I want to admit in the past 4 months since we moved to LA.

Every time it’s like a new excuse; dinner with the board, writing session, clubbing with managers, fell asleep at Brian’s. I mean I couldn’t even keep up with all the new excuses. I’d rather be back at my home in Toronto and miss him from thousands of miles away than to miss him worse while he’s 25 miles away.

All he had to do was meet me at the restaurant, not a fancy one or anything, just a simple dinner setting with minimal people.

After the 4th time, I was done being pissed off, the 10th time? Just plain disappointed. Now? Disrespected and done. Which my dumbass should’ve felt this way a long time ago.

“Did you want to order miss?” A young teen asks she seemed to notice my disappointment because she offered a kind smile.

“Uh, I’ll just take an order of fries. Thanks, girl.” I smile as best as I could for my anxiety-ridden body. I knew it was time to go, I couldn’t hold on any longer when there was a blatant disregard for my feelings.

“Hey mom, I’m coming home for a few days, can I stay at your place?” I read over the text a couple of times before I hit send. I didn’t want to go honestly, there’s a majority of my heart taken by Shawn, but if I wanted to move to LA basically on my own, I would’ve done it in my rebellion stage at like 16.

I knew I couldn’t just leave work, so I also sent a short text asking my boss for vacation time.

“House is always yours to come back to, let me know when you land. Shawn staying in LA?” Her message popped up almost a second before the young girl brought a handful of fries and the package of the ranch I requested before she walked away.

“He’s got business to attend to.” I lie, I’m starting to sound just like him.

I finish my fries, pay the worker, and start to head back to our condo. I couldn’t even see straight I was so upset like I honestly have never felt so much anger, sadness, and disrespect in my heart before. I’ve been mad and upset with Shawn before, we’ve had plenty of fights or disagreements, but this felt so much worse.

So when I stepped into the condo and saw Shawn sitting on the couch asleep, a part of me died a little. I knew he’s been busy, he really has, but why ditch me all the time. Everything I’ve done for the past 3 years, I’ve done in its foresight of how it affects the two of us, but I feel like his hindsight got the worst of him.

He didn’t wake when I slammed the keys down, so he must be out of it, more than a catnap.

I slid past him without another peep and made my way to the bedroom. A piece of me broke when I started loading the duffle bag with clothes, but then I thought of how fun it’ll be to see my parents, my dog, my little sister!

“Hey babe, I’m sorry I missed the date, I just woke up and I thought I heard you come in. Wait, why is there a bag full of clothes?” His soft sleepy demeanor changed so quick, sadness and confusion took over.

“I am going home,” I say confidently, even though someone punching me would’ve felt better. “You are home,” he started to step forward and I put my hand out. “Don’t start that shit now.”

“I mean it, you are home, we always said that wherever the both of us together is, is where home is. Baby, what is happening. Talk to me.”

“Everyday for the past 3 years, my first thought was us, you. Why could I do to make this relationship better, I shouldn’t do that because it could hurt Shawn and I. These past 4 months Shawn, I would’ve been convinced we were just roommates. You stopped thinking of me and it’s been all you.”

“I’m allowed to make plans for myself and my future, regardless of a girlfriend.” He crosses his arm and I literally scoffed in his face.

“Okay, so when I almost moved off to Florida for a huge writing gig and had to be convinced out of it because I would’ve rather had you, makes no fair trade for what I wanted for a future. I can handle the pettiness from this shock of me leaving, but really Shawn? Really?” My voice broke and his face dropped.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You can’t leave though, we need to talk through it.”

“I can count on my hands how many dates or just stay at home days that you’ve attended. I can’t even count on my hands and feet on all the ones you blew off with dumbass excuses.”

“I can see where you’re pissed off, but I never wanted to ditch you. God, I wished every time that I was with you instead but everything has been so crazy the minute we moved here.”

“I wouldn’t know that Shawn because you didn’t include me. I’ve been disrespected by the press, your fans, even some of your coworkers, but god Shawn, I’ve never felt disrespected by you until today.” I finally let all my tears flow and I saw a few escape the corners of his eyes.

He went in for a hug, I couldn’t stop myself from allowing him to entrap me in his arms. In my heart, it felt like a goodbye hug.

“I never meant to exclude you from this new process and city, I just wanted to make everyone else proud and I’ve abandoned your happiness on the way. Please forgive me, please don’t leave me here. Even if I don’t see you for hours, hell even days, the easiest part of this job is coming home to you. Seeing you curled up in my tour hoodies and asleep on the couch watching Sabrina The Teenage Witch. It’s you.” He has practically hiccuping over his tears.

“Of course I’m going to forgive you, I love you, Shawn. I just can’t stay, not for a few days at least. I can’t do this whole thing right now. Even with your apology and I can tell it’s sincere, there’s just a hole in my heart. I don’t think sorry can fix it and I don’t know what can. I need my mom, I need to be around somebody because you’re just going to hop back into work come tomorrow morning. So I’m headed to a hotel then to Canada tomorrow morning, Shawn.” The tears had gone away, some of the confidence was back. I needed to choose me since he was so good at choosing for him.

“So that’s it? You’re just gone?” He sniffles but still in the process of wiping the rest of my tears off. “Just taking a vacation. My boss is letting me just write publications from Toronto, I’ll just be at my parents for a bit. I’ll see you soon, honey.” I give a weak smile and try to remove myself from Shawn’s embrace.

I attach my lips to Shawn’s quickly, I knew I needed it for the sake of my sanity and his. My duffle bag almost dropped to the floor when Shawn slung my body back into his, but I had to pull back before I changed my mind.

“That seemed like an ‘im never coming back’ kiss,” Shawn whispered and I shake my head. It felt like it in my heart too, but I also knew Shawn was always going to be my completing puzzle piece, I’d always be back.

“I have too many clothes left behind for that thought.” I wink and he shakes his head but the frown was evermore present.

“I love you?” He sounded it off as a question.

“I love you. Promise.”

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[kimisnotcool]

Whatever you’re thinking I’m 90% sure I’m thinking it too. It is fulfills my every need and let me say that again.

My. Every. Need.

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[lifeoftheparty74]

Señorita

A/N: This wasn’t supposed to be so long, or be my first smut... But my hands had a mind of their own and this is the result. I’d love feedback!

Pairing(s): ShawnxReader. (sorry, I cut out Camila, but I wanted to for the imagine!) 

Word count: 2398

Warnings: Smutty! Oral(male and female recieving)

Of course I'd noticed the guy sitting at booth seven: He hadn't taken his eyes off me since he entered the café and frankly, though it should've freaked me out, I didn't mind it.

The guy was around my age, and if his clothing style and the bike he came here in didn't say enough, his eyes definitely did. He was of the bad boy type, and he was out for something.

And it seemed like he'd found his target.

The entire time during my shift, the handsome person kept making eye contact with me. He tried to get my attention, but I never spared him a second glance. I even asked Rosie, who'd normally do the tables at the left side of the restaurant, to switch areas so I didn't have to meet or talk to him.

According to Rose, he kept ordering and ordering again, but it appeared as if he did this just to stay longer.

However, when afternoon turned into evening, and my shift ended, he seemed to have given up and left.

Or so I thought.

The door fell closed behind me, and I was planning on just taking the bus home and spending my night watching series and eating chocolate.

"Señorita!"

The guy from next to the window blocked my view from the bus stop, hand laying on my upper arm softly and towering over me, forcing me to lift my head.

He was even more handsome up close: Perfect skin with the exception of an adorable scar on his cheek, eyes dark yet friendly, jawline to cut, and perfectly unruly curls.

"Qué deseas, Shawn?"

"Okay sorry, I have no idea what that means. I just knew Señorita."

"What do you want?"

"Talk to me."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." My voice was a whisper now, eyes focused on my feet.

"Can you look at me? Please?"

I craned my neck, our eyes locking.

"Will you please come with me?"

My mind spun a hundred miles an hour, going over my options and their consequences.

I could say no, and it would be better for both of our hearts and brains. But the offer was so appealing: To feel his skin against mine again, his lips all over my body, his voice in my ear, just Shawn, everywhere.

In the end, the attraction won. "Okay."

***

The motorbike races through the town, speeding across lights and other vehicles, until we reach a small hotel, a little outside of the center of the town.  Shawn seems in a hurry with jumping up the stairs and unlocking his room, actually pulling me along with him. It reminds me of when we were just teenagers in love, when we didn't know about the pain that would eventually end us.

The room is small, but the bed is large enough for two people. While a fan is on, the room still feels hot and I know it'll be even pressing in a couple of minutes.

I lean against the closed window, not really sure what to do. I hate the fact that it's so awkward between us right now, it never used to be that way. But my attention is shifted to something different as he sits on the bed and takes off his white shirt.

Holy shit.

In the year that I haven't seen him, his muscles have only grown and gotten more defined. I'd seen the Calvin Klein pictures, but assumed it would be at least partly photoshopped.

It wasn't.

My instincts pulled me towards him, standing between his legs.

Shawn never took his eyes from me as he stood up, making me feel very small and vulnerable, knowing he could tear me apart in a snap if he wanted, emotionally and physically.

Jesus, why was I even still thinking about this? I just want to enjoy this time with him.

So I raised up on my toes, fingers finding the soft curls at the nape of his neck, lips almost meeting his until he twisted us around, pushing me down onto the bed, and dropping himself on top of me.

I let out a little squeal, gripping his shoulders tightly to hold on to.

"It's okay baby, I'd never let you fall."

"Just kiss me, Mendes."

And he did.

God, he did.

His mouth actually devoured mine, tongue stroking mine, sucking it into his mouth softly, teeth tugging on my bottom lip, alternating between soft pecks on my lips and actually attacking me.

He tasted exactly like I'd remembered: sweet, like raspberries almost, but fresh and minty at the same time. Perfect.

While we were making out, our hands didn't stay still; Mine slid into his hair and over his shoulders, and his alternated between holding my hips, cupping my cheek, or laying on the bed around my head.

After a few minutes, it was clear both of us wanted more, and I moved the hand in his hair to his butt, pulling his crotch against me.

Shawn got the message, and started rolling his hips against me, making me pull away from his lips at last and keening into his hand that was now on my breast.

"Shawn," I whispered, not knowing why, he was just clouding my mind right now.

"Yeah hun? Feel good?"

"So good," my body moved back against him, making him groan loudly, and rest his forehead on mine.

"Do you want more, hm?"

"Please baby, please just do something."

"What do you want, señorita?"

Oh god, that nickname did things to me.

"You."

He maneuvered me so my head was laying on the pillow, and he hovered above me as we both hurries to take of my blouse and his hands didn't wait one second to reach under my back and unclasp my bra, a move he'd mastered over the years.

I shook the straps of my shoulders, while he bent down and took one of my breasts into his mouth. They were never really sensitive, but Shawn loved sucking on my nips, so he did until both of them were standing upright. When he pulled away, I took the opportunity to flip us over, settling myself on the v-line that led straight to the best part of him, that was still concealed by his boxers.

I pressed kisses down his Adam's apple, to his collar bones, and his oversensitive nipples. Meanwhile I fumbled with his jean button, and he helped my by kicking them off, making them land somewhere I wasn't bothered to figure out.

He was in just boxers now, and while climbing down his body, I took off my skirt, leaving me in just a simple pair of panties.

The bulge in his Calvin's made my mouth water, and all I wanted was to feel him tremble and squirm underneath me.

"Can I suck you off? Please?"

"God, is that even a question? Please do!"

And in no time, his boxers were on the ground and my mouth started to place kisses on his abs and inner thighs, working closer and closer to the huge cock that had all of my attention right now.

I grabbed the base of it in my right hand, left stroking his thick thigh. My lips immeadiatly found his tip, pressing soft kisses and kitten licks to it, before moving further down and coating his whole dick. It wasn't until he was actually keening off the bed, that I finally had mercy and took almost half of him at once into my mouth.

I was directly shocked by the familiarity of having him in my mouth, feeling so good and exiting to have again.

"Holy shit! Just like that, babe, just like that. Feels so fucking good," he panted. I smiled proudly, bobbing my head up and down.

My hand jerked off the part that I couldn't fit into my mouth yet, while the other one massaged his balls.

He soon couldn't keep his hand to himself anymore, one fisting in my hair and the other one magically being big enough to reach my shoulder, keeping my hands on him.

His moaning and groaning got louder and louder, and soon he pulled me of of him, bringing his lips to mine.

"If you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and all of this will be over way too soon."

I smiled at him, feeling comfortable, warm, but most of all, hot and bothered.

Shawn, once again, flipped both of us over, and took my panties off in one swift motion.

He thumbed my slit lightly, making my whole body ache.

"So soaked for me," Shawn muttered, finding my clit, drawing small circles on it.

"Shawnn," I couldn't stop the moan from leaving my lips.

"Yeah babe? Feel good?"

"Don't stop." I panted, breaths getting louder as aside from his thumb on my clit, he also added two fingers inside me without trouble, finding that one spot inside me that made me keen into him.

My legs twitched, and I tried to close them, but he wouldn't let me, pushing his broad shoulders between them, keeping me spread open right in front of his face.

"C'mon, cum for me." The roughness of his voice brought me closer to the edge, and I could almost feel myself falling over.

"Give it to me, señorita." His lips latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth, making slurping noises in sync with my pants and moans as my orgasm hit.

Shawn fingered me through it, and only stopped when I pushed his head away because I was getting too sensitive.

"Was that good?" He asked me, nuzzling his nose into my cheek.

"It was perfect, baby."

"D'you wanna continue?"

"Yeah, just gimme a second."

We lay together on the bed, sometimes meeting each other's eyes, and laughing or giggling for no apparent reason.

When I realized I'd been looking at him for quite a while, and was kind of pent up again. I rolled over, climbing on top of him, and his eyes darkened again as I grinded my pussy on his cock, his hands finding my hips and guiding my movements.

"Baby, do you want me to- Do I need to use a condom?"

"Are you clean?"

He leaned up, making sure to look in my eyes and cupping my jaw. "Yes. I haven't been with anyone else. Have you?"

"No. Only you."

He grinned, eyes twinkling. "My girl."

His hand placed themselves on your hips, moving on top of you, and placing one hand on the base of his cock.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He slowly pushed in his tip, filling me out deliciously, until he bottomed out in one thrust.

Shawn gave me a couple of seconds, knowing exactly how long I needed to adjust to his length.

When after a few moments he couldn't hold it anymore, he pulled out almost completely, and thrust in harshly, making both of us let out high pitched squeals.

After a couple of times, he started fucking into me harder and creating a rhythm that felt so perfect I grabbed on to his biceps and struggled to keep my eyes open.

He looked so good above me, jaw clenched, eyes focused on himself moving in and out of me, arms on either side of my head, and I couldn't help but lean forward and suck a number of hickeys onto his neck under his ear.

I pulled away, admiring my work, while he leaned back on his knees to continue rocking into me, but giving his hands the ability to travel all over my body, my sides, hips, thighs around his middle, and finally his calloused finger on my clit.

The rough sensation on my clit made my eyes close instinctively.

"Keep your eyes open sweetheart." He whispered, his breath dangerously close to my ear.  But my body wouldn't respond, I just kept rocking my hips on with his. "Open your eyes for me, señorita." Now I did, and his eyes were almost black as he looked into mine. "Look at what I'm doing to you."

My eyes casted downwards, seeing his dick slipping in and out of me, and hearing the wet, sloppy sounds increase the wetter I got.

"Shawn, feels so good," I got out.

"Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?"

"I'm almost there. Shawn!" My body shook around him, pussy clenching so tight he had trouble moving a few seconds.

My pussy was so sensitive after two orgasms, but he just kept rubbing my clit while he drilled into be.

"Shawn, stop, I'm-"

But he came soon after that, and finally pulled out and stopped the stimulation on my sensitive parts. I expected him to drop down next to me, as he usually did, but instead he ducked down and wrapped his lips around my clit. It hurt for a second, but as he started fucking his cum back into me with his tongue, I could feel my third high approach and before I knew it, he'd thrown me over the cliff once again, and finally, finally, he stopped, fell down next to me, and pulled me into his arms.

We were both asleep in mere seconds.

***

I was woken by soft sunlight hitting my face, slowly opening my eyes. Shawn was still asleep, and I took the time to admire the Greek God laying in front of me.

However, after a while, I got way too hot and decided to get up. Shawn has always been kind of a heavy sleeper, so I figured it should be pretty safe to open the blinds.

"You're so goddamned gorgeous."

I whipped around. "You were awake?"

"Yeah. You were staring at me for quite a while. I don't mind though."

He sat up straight, but I stayed leaned against the window. "We need to talk."

"I know what you're going to ask, but I love you. I miss you. I know that that news broke us apart, but I need you in my life. I just... I want you back."

"I have no idea how we could make this work, but I love you too. Always have, always will."

"Then lets talk about that later then. Let's just enjoy each other for now."

And with those words, I walked to him, climbing into his lap, repeating part of last nights' activities, hoping we would be forever this time.

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[ongly]

[07:52 am]

Rushing out of the bedroom, holding your shoes in your hand, you try to be as quiet as possible. You knew you were failing at it, since your bare feet stepped so hard on the wooden floor, consequently causing Shawn to shift on the bed.

You enter the living room, sitting down on the sofa too fast and harsh for your own good. The events from last night coming to memory and taking its notice on your thighs as you bend down to put your shoes on.

You were late. You hated when this happened to you. It seemed like a minute literally lasted a second and, the way you were doing your morning routine that clumsily, like you've never done any of those things before, was honestly getting on your nerves. Like the left shoe just wouldn't fit and you were already fuming.

"Oh my... God!" You huffed in between your teeth, struggling to get your shoes on.

With that done, you took every strength in you to stand up only to notice you still had no shirt on. You rush across the hallway to get to the bathroom, where you left your top, only to be stopped by a hard embrace around your waistline.

As much as you adored your Shawn, this wasn't the right time much less the right morning.

You turn around abruptly, taking your arms up to adjust your hair and face him, softly trying to escape his embrace, which seemed to grow stronger.

Shawn had the laziest morning look in that morning. You were sure it hurt him to even open his eyes.

Your eyes scan his body rapidly, noticing his soft skin with rosy marks from both the sheets and your hungry lips. His hair was the mess your fingers had made the night before and he still looked as sexy as he did when he roughly called for God as you rode him to his high.

Although you were still trying to move away from his embrace, considering the time you had in hand was already slipping second by second, he was obviously stronger than you and kept pulling you closer to his chest.

"What, what..?" You almost whispered; concern clear in your eyes.

"Good mornin'..." He answered you, his voice softer than you were expecting as he stared down at your body. His arm held you firmly and you unconsciously moved your feet closer to him. You weren't pushing him away anymore, arms still up as you adjusted your ponytail; even your hair was getting on your nerves in that moment.

You noticed his face coming closer to yours as he lent down, grinning. You moved your hands down and instantly placed them on his bare shoulders, trying to push him away, so that he wouldn't take any more of the little time you still had. You knew that if this was in any other circumstances you would be melting in his arms as he whispered in your ear how beautiful you always looked in every morning after he took good care of you.

You unconsciously moved your face to the side causing his lips to crash against your cheek. Your hands went up to his face, caressing his cheeks briefly, trying to hold his face away from yours.

"Yeah..." You spoke quickly, your voice coming out breathy. "Hey..." Your words started to stumble upon each other as you turned your face to him.

Shawn had his eyes closed still leaning in, desperately trying to catch your lips.

"Hey.." You felt like you were calling him now. He opened his eyes and looked down at you. You pecked his lips rapidly a few times, before holding his face away from yours, so that then he would be looking directly at you. "I'm late." You inform him.

He didn't even have time and, before he knew, you were out of his embrace and rushing to the bathroom, so you could finally get your top on and brush your teeth, already excluding the chance to even have breakfast.

You heard his footsteps following you and, although he walked relatively slower, he was leaning by the bathroom door frame in seconds as he watched you quickly moving, taking your top in your hand to put it above your head and let it fall around your torso.

You tried to ignore his figure by the door, for your own good, and turned his back to him.

Just as you let your top slid down your back, you felt his warm touch on your skin.

"Sha-a-a-awn!" You whined while turning around to face him. He was already hovering you, his hand still on your back, preventing your shirt from settling on your body, as he adjusted the strap of your bra.

"Honey relax!" His eyes widened at your furred brows. His arm went back down to his side as he watched you attentively. "You still have time!"

"No I don't!" You nodded, your voice coming out louder than you would've wanted. Your annoyance was starting to grown as you reminded yourself that you, in fact, had no time left. "If I miss this bus I am fucked!" You turned away from him, searching for your toothbrush, your hands already malfunctioning. You were starting to feel like dropping everything and just go like that, knowing you still had to walk for a while before even getting to the bus stop.

It was when you started to cuss that he knew how mad you actually were.

"I'll take you there, calm down." Shawn followed your moves trying to grab you.

"Fuck." You denied and turned around. You suddenly remember you had left your toothbrush on the bag you had packed the day before, to spend the night at his place.

You tried to outline him and rush out of the door. Your shoulder brushed against his as you paced to the corner of his bedroom to reach for your bag. You noticed his arm extending as he tried to reach for you again, but you managed to escape as you moved to the side, holding your arm up and away from him.

"I'm fucking serious Shawn!" You warned him. "I'm so fuc.." You muttered under your breath, not even finishing the sentence as you bent down, opening your bag and starting to search for your toothbrush along with your toothpaste, since you hated Shawn's thick one so much.

You were starting to lose it when you didn't find it in there. You began to angrily throw all of the useless stuff inside your bag out of it and spreading it around you on the floor.

You heard Shawn move closer to you.

"Your toothbrush is in the guests' bathroom, babe." He spoke calmly as he stood behind you.

"Oh my..." You were about to snap. You stood up so quickly, a strap of your hair managed to escape from your ponytail. You faced Shawn as your eyebrows rose in desperation. You were not going to make it.

No. You were going to make it.                                

As you start to outline his tall figure again, he grabs you and pulls you back.

"Hey calm down! I'm going to take you there, okay?" He tells you as you fight back, trying to get away from his grip on your arm.

"No, not okay!" You whine. You stop and turn to him. "Look at this fucking mess!" You lose control of the tone of your voice and let it come out loudly as you explode. "I'm not go..." You start to ramble but he interrupts you.

"Hey!" He calls out louder than you and you stop, looking at him in all seriousness. "It's not my fault, okay?" He makes you come back to your senses and you finally let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. "So what you slept in? I told you yesterday I would take you to work in the morning, just breathe. You have more than time!" He succeeded on lowering his tone mid sentence, then taking a step closer to you. You swore you could cry from the shitty nerve wracking morning you were having.

"Yes, but you didn't have to Shawn!" You try to excuse yourself, crossing your arms over your chest as he calmly places his hands over your shoulders, sliding them down your arms, rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, trying to get you to relax as you spoke. "I told you yesterday that I would take the bus, so you could finally get some rest."

"Yeah, honey, but it's okay." He shrugs. "It's not like there's no other alternative. I can take you there, it's no trouble." He assured you, leaning in closer to you.

You looked up at him, already feeling sorry for the way you treated him when you were heating up. Your shoulders finally relax once you feel his soft lips brushing against the skin of your cheek, kissing you softly and giving a trail of pecks as he moved to your neck.

You still had your arms crossed over your chest as one of his hands was placed over them, his other arm wrapping against your waist while he pulled you closer. His fingertips burned on your arms as he tried to get you to uncross them.

"I still didn't want to wake you up for that." You said quietly, closing your eyes once he settled his head on the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of the shower gel from the early bath you took.

You still didn't uncross your arms and Shawn took the hand that was over it, up to your shoulder. His fingers tickled the skin of your neck and held your face close to him, his nose rubbing against your cheek as he spoke.

"It was impossible not to wake up." He started to speak lazily, his torso moving closer until he had his body completely against yours. "I thought the window was open or something..." He teased. "It was so cold when you rushed; it completely disturbed my beauty sleep." You could hear the smile form on his face as he finished that sentence.

You uncrossed your arms quickly, taking them up to his shoulders as you tried to push him away. He started laughing forcing his body against yours. He had both hands firmly placed on your waist in that moment. You didn't respond to him and simply rolled your eyes, although there was a small smile forming on your lips as he teased you further by giggling on your face.

"What?" He giggled as he looked at you. You took your hands from his shoulders up to the sides of his neck. "You're so annoying in the morning." He told you, smiling brightly.

You stared at the way he looked at you in adoration, like your grumpy self was the cutest thing in the world. But you couldn't thank him enough for putting up with your mood, especially that morning.

His smile faded, once he noticed you blankly staring at him and before you knew it, you were pulling him tenderly closer to you, your forearms resting on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you.

Your lips connected and your fingers instantly found their way to his hair, caressing it. Shawn lost himself in your touch, loosening his own on your waist, wrapping both arms around it.

"I'm sorry." You whispered against his lips, opening your eyes to look up at him. He didn't open his eyes, focusing on the way you were calmly breathing against his lips. "I don't deserve you."

He chuckled against your lips and you watched him attentively. His eyes were still closed and he slowly started to sway your bodies from side to side as he nodded, his nose rubbing softly against yours as he breathed into you a "... honey, you deserve much more. I'm just too selfish to not do anything to be the world you're worthy of."

I’m sooorry for any mistakes, I didn’t edit the last part! it’s so cringyyyyy!!

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[shawnmendesbuddy]

Day 1–Fake Dating (25 Days of Ficmas)

A/N: Day 1!! So happy to kick off this series. Hope you like it. Summary: Reader invites Shawn to a work Christmas party as her fake boyfriend

Warnings: None

“Knock, knock. I’m just making the rounds and passing out the Christmas party invitations! This year is a Christmas ball! How exciting is that?!” Jenna paused when she realized Y/N wasn’t listening. “How’s it going?” 

“Meh. I can come up with a big piece of evidence that proves this guy is innocent. It’s just so frustrating!” 

“Hey, maybe you need a break. It’s snowing outside. Go be out there for a minute, clear your thoughts.” Jenna, the secretary of the law firm, but also Y/N’s best friend suggested. 

Y/N lifted her head from her computer screen to see that it was indeed snowing. Big, fluffy, snow globe flakes. The one’s that made her feel like she was in a Hallmark movie. 

“But I have to get this done. It’s really important.”

“Y/N…go outside. Or I will unplug your computer and you will lose all your work. You know I will not hesitate to do it,” she gave Y/N a stern look as she put the invitation on her desk. She knew Jenna was right. She always followed through with her word. 

“Okay, fine. I’m going.” Y/N stood from her desk, stretched a little, and walked out of her office. 

When she got outside, she took a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. There is something so beautiful about sound when it snows. It dampens the world and makes it seem like you are the only one in it. It’s so…peaceful. 

Y/N took a few deep breaths before she saw Camilla stepping out of her car, a coffee in hand. Her short pink dress, skin-colored nylons, black high heels, and white fur coat completing the prissy look. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” she sent her the bitchiest smile she could muster before going inside. 

Y/N and Camilla were competing to become the new owner of the law firm once the boss retired. Camilla had a super wealthy fiancé and the owner of the company valued someone like that. He knew the company would be well off financially. Along with having a sugar daddy, Camilla would be married soon. And the owner saw it as Camilla having her life put together. 

Whereas Y/N did not have a boyfriend. Nor had she kissed anyone in 6 months. It’s not that she hadn’t gone on dates, they were all just dull people whom she had little in common with. 

She felt her back pocket vibrating and looked down to see the familiar face of her long-time best friend, Shawn. 

“Hello. Long time no call.”

“Yea sorry about that. But you’ve been getting my texts, right? Tour is super busy right now.”

“Yea I’ve seen your texts. You look like you’re having a blast. How’s Alessia doing?”

“She’s great. She’s really getting the hang of it.”

“I need to come out and see you guys again soon.”

“That would be nice, but actually I’m coming home next week to be with my family for Christmas and I was wondering if you wanted to hang.”

“Hmm. I don’t know. You’re kind of the worst. You leave me alone for months at a time and expect me to survive without you,” Y/N said sarcastically. 

“Sorry about that. Forgive me?”

And then a wonderful idea popped into Y/N’s head. “I will only if you do me a really big favor.”

“Which is…” 

“Pretend to be my boyfriend at my Christmas work party.”

There was silence on the other end as Shawn felt his heart flutter when she said the words ‘my boyfriend.’ Even if it was fake, he was willing to help the girl he loved. 

“Of course. When is it?” 

“Next Saturday night.” She bit her fingernails nervously as she waited for his response.

“Are you biting your fingernails? You need to quit that habit.” She blushed. He knew her in a way that no one else did. He knew she was nervous and knew she would be biting her nails. “But sure, I will go with you. What’s the theme?” 

Of course Shawn had heard of these infamous Christmas parties and their elaborate themes every year. He had also heard about her annoying co-worker that tried to one-up Y/N in everything she did. 

“It’s a Christmas Ball. Which reminds me, I have literally nothing to wear to this. I’ll have to go shopping tonight—” 

“Wait! Don’t!” 

Y/N paused. 

“I’m flying in this Sunday. We’re going to show up that bitchy co-worker of yours. I’m taking you to Armani and we’re getting a matching suit and gown. She’s not going to know what hit her.”

Y/N let out a soft chuckle. “This is why I love you, Shawn.” 

He smiled sadly on the other end of the line. Not the way I love you though. He thought. He’ll never know the double meaning to my words. She thought. 

*****

Monday cam slowly as Y/N anticipated the day that she finally got to see Shawn. He showed up to her house in his black Range Rover and opened the passenger door for her. “Milady.” 

She giggled. “What was that for?” 

“Just got to get in the boyfriend mood,” He sent her a cheeky smile as he walked around to the driver’s side of the car. 

“You are such a cheese ball, you know that?” 

He gently shoved her arm as they pulled into the parking lot of the Armani store. 

He grabbed her hand and led her to the dress section of the store. “Hello Mr. Mendes. It is a pleasure to have you and the lady in our store today. And what might I do for you?”

“We need a ball gown. One fit for a princess. And if you can, try to find something green. It really suits her eyes.”

“I will do my best,” the attendant said, eyeing Y/N up and down to gauge her measurements and dress fit. 

“Sorry was that too forward. I should’ve let you choose the color,” Shawn whispered as the attendant walked into the backrooms. 

Y/N laughed. “No, I’m glad you said something. I literally have nowhere to start so that was very helpful. And I didn’t know green looked good on me.”

“Yea, you look really beautiful in it. It brings out the blush in your cheeks.” Shawn turned his head away to look at the tuxedo section, but it really was to avoid seeing her reaction. He was worried it would not be wanted he wanted. 

The attendant came back a few minutes later with a beautiful dark green ballgown with short off the shoulder sleeves and silky material. There was a slit for her right leg and the attendant also held a pair of nude heels. 

“Try these on. I think they will suit you well. And once we get you all fitted, we can get to work on Mr. Mendes’s matching tuxedo.”

Y/N quickly changed and walked out to show the two her dress. Shawn’s jaw dropped open and he stared at Y/N’s beautiful figure. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he couldn’t. 

“This is the one. I can feel it. There is no need to try on more dresses. Thank you, this is amazing!” she thanked the attendant. 

After finding Shawn a tuxedo, they walked to the front of the store to pay. Y/N went to pay for her dress when Shawn slapped her hand out of the way and passed the cashier his card.

“You two are cute together,” the cashier said, and Y/N looked over at Shawn who was grinning from ear to ear. 

“Thank you!” 

When they reached the car, Y/N addressed Shawn about this, “Why did you let her think we were a couple,” Y/N chuckled. 

“Gotta play into the act, right?” He grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. 

*****

​The night of the Christmas party, Shawn walked to her front door, a bouquet of poinsettias in his hands. He knocked gently, rocking back and forth nervously on the balls of his feet. He didn’t know how tonight was going to go. He wanted to play the part, but he also didn’t want Y/N to become suspicious of his true feelings. 

​Inside the house, Jenna was helping Y/N put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door. “You stay here, I’m going to go get it,” Jenna said. 

​Y/N laughed. “Jenna, you know it’s just fake. It’s not a real date or anything like that.”

“Cut the crap, I know you have feelings for him. And if my gut is right, he feels the same for you.”

Y/N smiled softly as Jenna left the room and when to the top of the staircase. She saw Shawn standing at the bottom, beaming up at her. The walk down the stairs felt so long as he waited for her to be in his arms. 

He passed her the bouquet and grabbed her waist. “You ready to go?” 

“Wait! You guys can’t leave yet! I need pictures!” 

“Jenna, this isn’t a school dance! Plus, don’t you need to be driving over to pick up Ben.”

“Yea, yea. Whatever. If he really loves me, he can wait. I need to document this for when you two get married,” she said snapping a few photos. Y/N rolled her eyes and Shawn chuckled. 

“I mean she’s not wrong though. We’re fake dating, who knows what’s next? A fake engagement, a fake wedding. These photos could be of use someday,” Shawn said jokingly while Y/N choked on her spit. The fact that Shawn even thought about getting married to her—even if it was a fake wedding—sent her heart soaring. 

“Here, let me take those flowers from you. You guys got to get going if you want to be on time.” Jenna grabbed Y/N’s flowers and shooed them out the door. 

*****

The party was exactly like it was every year. It was held at a hotel in the ballroom with a wide staircase leading the way down to the floor. Usually you could just walk in, but this year, since it was themed as a Christmas ball, they were announcing the guests at the top of the steps. 

When Y/N and Shawn reached the announcer, Shawn held his arm out and Y/N wrapped her arm around it. Shawn whispered something in the announcer’s ear, and he nodded. 

“The beautiful and elegant Y/N, and her boyfriend, Shawn Mendes.” 

Y/N bashfully stared down at the people as they looked up at her and Shawn. He was a celebrity after all. She saw Camilla gripping her glass of champagne a little too hard. Camilla was dressed nicely, but Y/N was stunning. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in the room. 

The entire night, Shawn stayed by her side, making polite conversation with her coworkers. She saw Camilla pass them quite a few times looking enviously at her. 

Y/N’s boss came over to the two as the party was beginning to wind down. “Hello Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you Shawn,” he held out his hand for Shawn to shake, which he did. “I didn’t know you two were dating. There’s been no tabloids or media on it.”

“Well, I like to keep my life pretty private. Especially when it involves Y/N. We’ve been dating for 8 months and before that we were best friends. She doesn’t want to be in the limelight,and I don’t want to pressure her.”

“Makes perfect sense. Well as much as I would love to talk to you, I need to speak with Y/N privately.” 

He pulled Y/N aside and Shawn sent her a little thumbs up. They retreated into the hallway, and he spoke softly to her. 

“Y/N, you’ve been with the company four years now and I think you are a fabulous employee. You’ve won more cases than anyone at this law firm. And I know you and Camilla have had a little rivalry going on for the past few years, but I was always going to choose you. So, will you take over my spot once I retire at the end of the year? It’s all yours on January first.”

Y/N’s face lit up and she hugged him. But quickly pulled away when she realized how inappropriate that may seem. He chuckled joyfully. “I’m assuming that means yes?”

“Of course!”

“Perfect! I will see you in my office bright and early Monday morning to sign over the legal papers and things like that.” 

“Thank you so much!”

“Of course, my dear, you deserve it.”

As she walked out of the hallway, she saw Jenna send her a hug smile and come running over towards her, embracing her. “I’m so proud of you! But I have even better news! Camilla and her fiancé broke off their engagement because he caught her cheating on him!”

“No freaking way! I have to go talk to him right now!”

Y/N searched the ball room for him and saw him standing by the drink table. But what he was doing horrified her. 

As Y/N retreated into the hallway with her boss, Shawn couldn’t have felt prouder. She was getting her dream job and she would finally have more flexibility to come visit him. 

“Ahem.”

He turned around and was faced with Camilla. Shawn scrunched his eyebrows in confusion then let his face relax. 

“Hi, I’m Camilla.”

“I know.”

Camilla’s face lit up. “So, you’ve heard of me. Probably from Y/N. Her and I are good friends.”

Shawn pursed his lips and slowly nodded his head. “That’s not what I’ve heard from her, but I mean if you think you are, that’s great! She’s amazing!” He knew she was trying to get closer to him because he was rich and famous. Y/N had told him about her gold-digging ways. 

“So, what have you heard about me? Because I haven’t really heard a lot about you from her.”

“Yea well she doesn’t really want a public relationship.”

“You could do so much better than her. You deserve someone who isn’t afraid to be in the spotlight and won’t mind a paparazzi here and there.” 

Shawn was trying to hide his anger as he clenched his jaw. He had to keep reminding himself that it was a public place and not only that, but he didn’t want to damage Y/N’s reputation. 

“I really enjoy Y/N’s company and if she doesn’t want people nosing their way into her private life, I respect that. It’s really hard to act happy all the time when you’re having every little move analyzed by the media.”

“Hmm, well I wonder what the media will think about this…” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and pressing her lips to his. Shawn pulled her arms off him just as Jenna came storming over and slapped him across the face. 

He grabbed his cheek and gasped in pain. “What the hell was that for!?”

“You douchebag! What the hell do you think you’re doing kissing this dumb bitch?!”

“I didn’t kiss her! She came onto me!”

“You better go explain that to Y/N.” She gestured to the door where he saw the backside of Y/N slipping out the door. 

“Shit,” Shawn whispered. 

He ran after Y/N, faster than he had ever run in his whole life. He caught a flash of her green dress turning the corner and started to yell her name. “Y/N! Y/N stop! Let me explain!” he grabbed her arm, and she turned around furiously. 

“Explain what?! That the second I walk out of that room you start making out with that bitch?!” Her eyes flooded with tears and her voice softened. “I…. I thought I knew what kind of person you were. But I guess the fame has really changed you, huh?”

That felt like a slap in the face. Harder than Jenna’s physical slap. “No babe,” the nickname accidentally slipped out. “You don’t understand. I… she came on to me. The second you walked out of the room she started telling all of these lies about how you two are best friends and how I deserve better than you. Which is completely wrong, I don’t deserve you. She must’ve seen you come out of the hallway and knew that you got the job. She was probably just trying to get one last moment of revenge. But you have to believe me okay. Please, honey.” His voice cracked and Y/N let out a sob. 

“What did you mean by that?”

“By what?” He questioned wiping a tear off her face. 

“You said that Camilla told you that you deserved better than me. Then you said that’s completely wrong. So, are you trying to say you don’t deserve me? Because I’m not all that great. I mean, take Alessia for example. She’s pretty, you both play music, and she’s so obviously into you.” 

Shawn chuckled. “You don’t get it do you. No one deserves you. You are the sun on a winter day, love. The earth revolves around you. And you want to know what? For a second there I forgot we were fake dating and I felt so bad that you thought I would cheat on you. But gosh, I don’t want this to be fake. Because I love you. And I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you.”

More tears fell down Y/N’s face and Shawn tentatively wiped them away. “Shh. Now I’ve gone and ruined our friendship, haven’t I?”

He felt her bury her head into his chest and grasp onto his biceps. “You haven’t ruined anything. I love you too.”

“Well, in that case, would you care if I kissed you? I would really love to get the taste of her off my mouth and only taste you from now on.”

“That sounds like a plan.” And their lips interlocked in a passionate, long-awaited kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Shawn placed his forehead on hers. “So, Alessia’s into me aye? Are you jealous?”

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[buck-nialled]

A Kick in the Balls (2) - S. Mendes Imagine

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“So…” Y/S/N begins while Shawn practically sucks down half of his chocolate shake in one sip. “What else happens on a proper date?”

Shawn gulps. “Well, if the guy messed up and…I don’t know…was late,” this earned yet another roll of the eyes from Y/N, “then they should make it up to you with a small gift, like flowers.”

“Well if I recall, you apologized for being late earlier.” A smirk crawls up onto the girl’s lips as she tilts her head and lifts her brows in a questioning form. “Where are my flowers, Mendes?”

“You’re right, I should’ve known. Uh…” Whilst he thinks of how to respond to the snarky comment of the teenager before him, he feels both his and Y/S/N’s phone buzzing continuously with missed texts and calls. He felt awful, truly, for not being able to reply to Y/N. Under any other circumstance, he would. But after schooling Y/S/N on proper mannerisms at the table, he could not pull his phone out, only to be reprimanded and called a “hypocrite” by your little sister. She would gain nothing from it.

Finally, an idea came to mind as his eyes landed on a napkin. “Shawn, I was only kidding. You don’t have to—”

Shawn simply ignores this and spreads out a paper napkin on the table. He quickly folds and rolls the napkin with precision, all while Y/S/N sits across from him, perplexed. Finally, he presents what was once a white, paper napkin, but now has a stem, petals, and even a small leaf attached.

“A rose for you, malady.” Shawn slowly bows his head, offering Y/S/N his creation. She couldn’t help but to twirl the imitation flower in her hand and let a small giggle out.

“Impressive.” She nods.

“The best part: it never dies,” Shawn says with a wide grin. Jokingly, Y/S/N takes a sniff and sighs in contentment. The waitress from earlier waddles back over to both Y/S/N and Shawn, and asks if they are ready to order.

“Yes, my date over here is going to take the mac n’ cheese with a side of fries,” Shawn feels Y/S/N’s wide eyes on his profile almost instantly, “And I’ll take your regular cheeseburger, please.” He hands the woman the menus as she sends two of them a nod, before returning to the kitchen.

“I never told you what I wanted.” Y/S/N says, staring Shawn down.

“Oh, I know.”

“So…why did you order for me?” She questions, leaning down to take a sip of her shake.

“Well, you love mac n’ cheese, don’t you? It’s what you always get.” Shawn shrugs. In his experience, eating out with your family always featured Y/S/N ordering the macaroni and cheese at any restaurant that offered it. All the girl could do was blink, still puzzled at the fact that he ordered for her.

“Well, yeah but—”

“Y/S/N, if the guy you’re going out with is someone you’ve known for a while and doesn’t know your favorite food, he doesn’t deserve to even eat dinner with you.” Shawn shakes his head with a small scoff. He notices the sides of Y/S/N’s mouth turn upward at this before they fall back down.

“Yeah…” her freshly manicured fingers lift off her thigh to play with the straw of her milkshake, her eyes finding the diner’s clock. It had been a total of another forty minutes since Shawn showed up. “Shawn?” The boy hums.

“He’s not showing up…is he?” Shawn’s face falls at seeing your sister’s so deflated. Her expression was almost parallel to your own the night that you were stood up in this exact diner years ago. His arm comes up and places itself on the side of Y/S/N’s arm and attempts to rub it up and down for comfort.

“I’m sorry, Y/S/N. Maybe it’s for the best.” Shawn shrugs.

“No, it’s not your fault…” her hands come up to cover her face as she sighs. “It’s mine. I should’ve listened to Y/N…she was right. He was no good.” She brings her hands down and proceeds to rub them together, biting her lip.

“Hey, it’s not your fault, either. Don’t think like that. Taylor’s just an asshole.” Shawn gasps. “Oh my God, don’t tell your sister I said that in front of you. She’ll kill me!” Y/S/N was old enough to know if the word's existence and its meaning, but your family grew up very conservative and raised both you and your sister to never use those words.

“What word?” Y/S/N replies, having the two of them smile.

“You know he has an older brother?”

“Yeah, Kole. They’re inseparable, I swear. Every time I hang out with Taylor at his house, they just play video games the whole time. It felt like I was the one third-wheeling.” Shawn begins telling Y/S/N the all-too-familiar story of the night her sister was in the same situation she was: stood-up, heartbroken, devastated…until Shawn showed up. Then, the boy chuckles to himself as a thought comes to mind.

“I promised Y/N that if I saw Taylor, I’d give him a kick in the balls for her.” This makes Y/S/N join him in his laughter.

“That makes me wish he’d show up right now. I’d do it for her.” Y/S/N says through her giggles. “God,” she runs her hands through her hair, “I need to apologize to her.” Shawn nods and turns to see the waitress almost finished with their food. He quickly calls the waitress over, asking if they could get a few to-go boxes for the food and a check for it. Earning a nod from the waitress, the boxed food and check are out moments later.

“So…you paying?” Y/S/N’s eyes go wide as she looks up at Shawn. He could not keep a straight face, however, and broke out in laughter seconds later. Y/S/N could only scoff in disbelief and held back from giving Shawn a good smack.

“Jerk.” She muttered as Shawn laid out a few bills atop the check, still chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, I am aren’t I?” Shawn asks with a coy smile.

“No…you’re not.” As the waitress swings by to receive the check, Shawn looks up at Y/S/N. Sincerity flooded the girl’s eyes during her next words.

“Y/N’s lucky to have you, you know? I-I’ve never seen her so happy with anybody…so open. I thought I was her best friend in the entire world, but I think it might be you. I’ve never seen anybody so kind and generous to someone they like.”

“Well, thank you Y/S/N.” The girl sighs and places her elbow on the table, and her chin in her hand.

“I wish I had a guy like you, Shawn…hey you don’t have a younger brother, do you?” The two laugh together at her question, and Shawn just shakes his head at first.

“Nope, …only Aaliyah.”

“Bummer.”

On their stroll back to your house, Y/S/N and Shawn cross paths with a group of guys her age, laughing and talking amongst themselves about random topics. A gasp leaves Y/S/N at a familiar face, one who Shawn can only assume is Taylor. He had features similar to those of Kole, from what Shawn remembers.

“Taylor, hey! Taylor!” Y/S/N runs up to him and his friends, who start whistling and making chide comments.

“Hey, it’s Tay’s girlfriend.” The statement makes Y/S/N scoff.

“Please guys, we haven’t even been on a date—”

“Oh really? You mean you didn’t make me wait three hours for a dinner that you asked me out to?” The guys beside Taylor let out a few “ooh’s”, Y/S/N’s expression becoming harder by the second. Shawn stood by in case anything got out of hand but kept his distance. To be honest, he felt a little excitement from what you were about to serve up to the boy.

“Babe, listen—”

“No. Don’t call me babe. You should’ve apologized, and-and brought me flowers! Do you even know my favorite food?” The question appalls Taylor and some of the others he was with.

“Um…no.” He answers bluntly. “Should I?” Y/S/N huffs.

“Yes. You should. But since you don’t, let me remind you.” Y/S/N rips the lid off of her to-go box and forcefully smacks its contents on top of Taylor’s hair, making his mouth fall open in disbelief. All of his friends fall silent, afraid to receive the same treatment.

“I—you—you’re crazy!”

“No! You’re just an asshole! You never deserved to have dinner with me in the first place! And this is from my older sister, in case Kole wants to know.” Swiftly, her leg comes up and makes hard contact with Taylor’s groin, making the boy crumple to his knees, and all of his friends gasp. Almost immediately, they ran off, leaving Taylor behind, whimpering and humiliated.

“You good, Y/S/N?” Shawn comes up behind her, laying a hand on the girl’s upper back. She nods and the two stroll past Taylor and continue their quest back. After reaching a reasonable distance away from where Taylor was, the two began laughing hysterically and high fived victoriously.

“I didn’t know you had that in you, back there!” Shawn says.

“Me either! It just kind of happened.” Y/S/N gasps. “Oh my God, please don’t tell Y/N I called him that word. She’ll kill me!”

“What word?” Shawn asks, looking down at Y/S/N just as she looked up at him, a smile overcoming both of their faces.

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[deepermendes-blog]

Worse than Nicotine

Summary: im horrible at summary’s but basically y/n is at a bar and bumps into her ex and they leave together and fuck ?? K? K.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, oral (male receiving), smut, smut, smut.

The setting was no different to y/n. The dancing sweating bodies, the loud music, the smoke, the fights; the same shit every night. It's where she belongs, she thought. She looked to her left and saw a basic stereotypical scenario going on in the bar she was in. A married man hitting on a slightly younger female who was showing way too much skin. It wasn't a problem, y/n had actually envied her dress.

She would look to her right and see another stereotypic scenario, a man or woman washing their pain away with the devils liquid. Y/n sat at the bar stool taking another shot as her legs were crossed under the bar. She tapped her glass at the bartender telling him she wanted a refill. He poured more into the glass as she downed the strong stinging liquid and slammed it back on the counter. The bartender gestured the bottle towards her glass mentally asking if she wanted a refill to which she politely denied seeing as her cheeks were already starting to heat up, feeling a little buzz.

Y/n lost count on how many shots she has taken but it doesn't matter because she knows how to handle her alcohol and how much she can take before she starts getting tipsy. The giggling beside her was starting to drive her insane and y/n almost whipped her head around to shut them both up but she felt a hand on her waist and she gasped but as soon as she looked down, she knew exactly who it was by the tattooed hand. "Hey," he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She turned her head to the side slightly and met his beautiful brown eyes, "Hey."

Y/n knows this is wrong, that she shouldn't fall for his games again. But the scent of him filling her nostrils, his hands securing her waist, his hot breath on her neck has her like she was putty in his hands once again.

"I've missed you," he sweetly smiles at y/n, y/n licks her lips nodding, "not going to lie, feeling's mutual." Shawn was leaning against the bar on his side now as he stared at y/n's features. "Good to know, honey," he smirks as y/n rolls her eyes at that damn nickname. "What's up with that," Shawn furrows his eyebrows.

"What's up with what?" Y/n taunts him. He shook his head, "forgot about that attitude that you had." Y/n scoffed, "I remember you hating that, that's why I did it," she raises her eyebrows at him. "I don't think I ever hated it hun, I know I made you think that, but it was actually," he looked down licking his lips and then back into y/n's eyes, "it was actually quite sexy."

"Shawn," y/n shook her head, "don't," she put her hand on her forehead, rubbing it softly. "Don't what?" He cocked his head to the side, taking his bottom lip in between his lip sparking something inside of y/n.

"We broke up, Shawn," y/n called the bartender over and pointed to her glass as he poured the liquid inside as it splashed a little. She lifted the glass up, parting her lips, letting the liquid go down her throat as Shawn intently watched her every move. He hated to admit it but he was slightly turned on watching her lips part, remembering the sinful things she was able to do with those lips. Hell, he was turned on the minute he saw the back of her body, the dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the way her back was slightly arched.

"Why did we, though?" Shawn asked as he set his hand on her thigh and y/n snapped her head to look at him. "Please," he lowered himself to her, whispering in her ear, "enlighten me on why we decided to break up, because I can't seem to think of a good reason right now," he was smirking against her skin as he kissed her exposed shoulder making y/n's eyes flutter shut. Y/n clenched her thighs together forgetting his hand was still placed there as he chuckled deeply, standing straight back up, "clenching your thighs now, eh?"

Y/n coughed, clearing her throat, "Shawn." His hand was massaging the inside of her thigh now, close to her heat but not close enough to satisfy anyone. Just increasing the sexual tension between them both.

Their relationship was just plain toxic, but y/n couldn't deny that the sex wasn't phenomenal. Not to sound cliche, but Shawn was the best y/n has ever had. With anyone else, y/n had faked her orgasms and Shawn made her cum more than 3 times in one night. Shawn knew her body like the back of his hand, knew how far he could push her, knew how much she could take, and knew exactly just what she wanted.

"Yes?" He answered as his hand started to move up further. Y/n let out a shaky breath as his cocky smirk grew. "We can't," y/n finally pushed his hand off her thigh and he sighed. "Come on baby," he begged as he sat down on the stool next to y/n after the annoying people have left, leaning into y/n's neck. "Just one more night, let me show you how much I miss you," he begged into y/n's neck and y/n was getting slightly turned on by his pleading. She clenched her thighs once more, biting her lip as Shawn was smirking against her, "Just," his slipped his hand between her thighs again, letting his fingers ghost over her wet panties, as she arched her back slightly, "one more night," he chuckled, "I can feel you babygirl." Y/n wanted to moan at his words, almost forgetting they were still in public.

Y/n knew this shouldn't be happening. It would be the third time they have hooked up since they broke up a few months ago. She knew that if she left with him again, she doesn't know if she'll be able to leave again. He's so addictive to her, he's worse than nicotine.

"One more night," she gave in as he smirked, sticking his tongue in his cheek, looking her up and down. "That's my girl," he retracts his hand from her dripping heat and y/n almost whines at the loss of contact. He places his lips on hers, connecting their lips for the first time that night as y/n kisses back and she places a hand on the back of his neck but shawn pulls away. "Let's get out of here then, eh?" He smirks staring at her wet plump lips. Y/n nods her head, completely fucked for him once again.

He grabs her hand as he puts a 50 dollar bill on the counter for her and pulls her out of the bar.

Once they had entered Shawn's loft, Shawn was about to pin her against the wall but he was pushed onto the couch as he smirked up at y/n and her newly found confidence.

The sight made y/n knees buckle. His legs spread as he rested into the couch with his hands on either sides of him as he eyed her up and down. Y/n straddled him, and his hands instantly met her hips but she pushed them down, shaking her head. He licked his lips becoming more turned on at her boldness. She was never like this in the bedroom. He was always dominating her and making her feel good but y/n was set on making him beg for her and having him almost whining for her. She felt herself dripping at the thought.

She put her arms around his neck as she rolled her hips onto his semi-hard on as he groaned throwing his head back, as he closed his eyes, licking his lips. "That's it baby," Shawn groaned.

Y/n's pace started to slow down and Shawn wasn't having it as his eyebrows furrowed and he brought his hands up to her waist, guiding her to go faster and she did. Y/n threw her head back enjoying the feeling and Shawn smirked up at her. Y/n scolded herself inside her head as she stopped moving and swatted Shawn's hands away and he groaned in defeat.

"When did you become so dominant, honey?"

Y/n stopped moving her hips completely, "I don't know, do you like it?"

Shawn licked his lips slowly nodding his head, "it's so fucking hot babygirl." Y/n smirked as she got off Shawn's lap and sat on the floor between his legs giving him a full view of her cleavage and Shawn's eyes instantly widened.

Shawn was so worked up now he could probably cum to the sight of her on her knees for him. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, knitting his eyebrows together, watching her every move.

Y/n was smirking up at shawn in a seductive way and Shawn cursed under his breath. Y/n reached up, unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of his jean loops as his hands rested on the couch on either sides of his legs.

"Gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" Shawn uttered making y/n's head spin. Y/n did not want him to win, he already got her back to his place, she wasn't going to let him take control.

"No talking," she stated. She pulled his jeans down his legs. Shawn raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk plastered on his lips as he watched her place her hand around his hard member, Shawn shivering at the feeling.

"Shit," he cursed quietly as she moved her hand up and down his sex. He threw his head back groaning as she used her other hand to massage his balls. The moment he really lost it was when she put her lips around his tip.

"Baby," he raised his hips and looked down at her and was met with her stare, darkened eyes due to the lust she carried. He knew what that stare meant. He wasn't supposed to be talking or making any kind of noise for that matter. As she took more of him down her throat, Shawn's head went back as he breathed out, letting his eyes roll back letting the pleasure overtake him.

"God," He groaned. Y/n started to take him much faster in her mouth, the scene looked like it was straight out of a porno. Shawn cursed as he grabbed her hair and told her to stop.

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop, baby," he clenched his teeth together, shutting his eyes as he felt her suck harder and faster. He was done for. Just as he was about to cum, y/n stopped and Shawn groaned as she stood up from her knees, wiping her mouth.

"Shit," he cursed looking up at her. His cock was throbbing now and he needed a release. Y/n slowly straddled him, letting her center hover above his hardened member. "You want it, baby?" She asked in a seductive voice, licking her lips.

"Fuck yes, ride my cock, princess." He put his hands on her hips, rubbing slightly. Y/n slowly sank onto him, letting her tight walls entrap him. "Oh god," he groaned, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back. His hands were on her bum now and with every thrust from her, he'd squeeze her cheeks with such force, it made y/n whimper and start to pick up her pace a little bit.

Shawn picked his head up, looking at y/n, eyes full of lust as he bit his bottom lip, looking her up and down slowly. "Look at you, baby," he kissed her, "taking my cock so well," he kissed her again, "like it was fucking made just for you, honey," he groaned when she rolled her hips harder, making him bite her bottom lip, pulling back and letting go, letting her lip slap back in place. He kissed her again as she ran her hands through his hair and he sat up a little bit, putting his hands completely under her bum and started to pick her up himself and letting her slam back on him.

"Ah!” she moaned out, and he repeated his actions, taking control, but she was so out of it now, she wanted him to destroy her and she just didn't care how he did it.

"Shawn," she moaned. He looked at her, foreheads touching, "you like that, honey? You like it when I fuck you this hard?" She moaned at his words and he smirked, "Yeah I know you do, look at you, you're so wrecked, baby. Just let go for me. Cum on my cock, princess." Y/n moaned louder, clenching around him and he groaned pulling her hair. "Shit, do that again." She obeyed him and clenched around him again causing him to actually moan, as he thrusted up into her. 

He connected both of their lips as she felt herself starting to get to closer to her release, head falling back and shawn took this opportunity to leave some love bites on her exposed neck and placed his hands on her hips.

"You close baby?" He asked, reaching a hand between their bodies and started playing with her clit. "Fuck, yes," she breathed out, lifting her head and kissing him. He groaned into the kiss and y/n leaned back, breaking the kiss, as she moaned loudly, curling her toes, feeling the tightness in her stomach as she let go around him. She felt him still inside of her, as he reached his high, still thrusting inside of her, mainly trying to get himself to cum but also to ride her high out.

A string of quiet curses left his mouth as he released inside of y/n, causing him to fall back against the couch, breathing out. She got off of him, laying next to him.

Y/n sighed knowing she had to leave because she knew if she stayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to leave. She started to stand up and gather her clothes. Shawn sat up grabbing her wrist, "what are you doing?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows mimicking his. He grabbed her hands, linking their fingers together, looking up at her, "don't leave." You looked to the side of him and then back at his eyes, "what?"

"Don't leave," he pulled her closer. "You want me to stay?" She slightly raised an eyebrow. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, "yes, please, just stay, spend the night," he leaned forward leaving small kisses on her abdomen. Y/n fluttered her eyes shut, letting her hands let go of his and placing them in his hair.

"Shawn," she said knowing this was a bad idea. "Please," he whispered against her. His hands were on her lower back, "I'm begging you to stay, y/n; please just stay." Y/n licked her lips, eyes still shut.

"I won't be able to leave, shawn, I almost didn't leave the last time let alone the time before that."

"It's fine," he shook his head, "it's fine." His eyes squeezed shut, leaning against her. Y/n dropped her clothes, sitting on his lap, putting her hands on with sides of his face, connecting their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, her hands still on his face. The situated themselves so they were laying on his couch, bodies sticking to one another.

"Just stay," he said against her forehead.

Y/n didn't want to admit it but she was his again but at the same time she loved the idea. She felt her whole body relax against him, his soft breaths in her hair, his hand rubbing her back. She looked up, his eyes shut, mouth parted slightly. His hand was starting to slow down and she smiled as she felt her eyes start to slowly shut.

"I still love you," shawn whispered so quietly it was almost a mumble.

"What?" Y/n looked up at him, but it was too late, he was already out.

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