#shawnmendessmut

[shawnxstyles]

every inch of you

DATE: JUNE 24, 2021

summary: while shawn is struggling to write a new song for his album, you’re hesitant to move to the next stage of your relationship.

requested: yes!

prompt 8 & 18: “I like what I see.” / “You like... my fingers?”

words: 2.6k

warning: fluff, SMUT (f-receiving), a little dirty talk, and more fluff!

note: inspired by Lights On- shawn mendes. this is also the song shawn writes in the story! fast revising.

illuminate!shawn x plus size!reader <3

*imagine 2018 shawn writing illuminate*

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OCTOBER 2018

This album was going to be the death of him and you at this point. You weren’t writing, brainstorming, or doing any of the work. However, watching your boyfriend struggle to find the right words was stressing you out nearly just as much.

“Shawn, take a break. You’re going to make yourself go crazy. You’re making me go crazy!” You shout with a laugh, rubbing the top of his frizzy head. He leans back on the black, leather couch, turning to face you with a weary face.

You can hear the crashing waves of Malibu waters outside of the glass windows. You two were alone on this private beach, reserved for only Shawn and whoever else he wanted. As of right now, it was just the two of you in this peaceful environment.

“Come on,” He stands up randomly, tugging your arm while walking toward the sliding glass door. You let him drag you outside to the cool waters and through the grainy sand. You’re both barefoot as he begins to pick up his pace until you’re jogging. He halts at a large rock that collects the crashes of the water and leans against it. His blue basketball shorts get soggy on the ends from the up splashes. You were wearing one of his button ups and your shorts, but standing behind the rock so you didn’t wet.

You never really wore bathing suits, you didn’t feel like you needed to. Shawn and you have been together for about a year now, so he understood when you told him you were uncomfortable wearing one to Malibu. He always tells you how beautiful you are, despite your height, weight, waist or hip size. These were all the things he knew you were insecure about, and usually your loved ones would tell you to not be insecure and that they love you no matter what. Not Shawn. He always said it in a way that made you really feel loved.

He would simply let you be insecure. He knows that insecurity is a part of life and he doesn’t think you should be, but he’s not just going to tell you to stop. It’s hard to control your mind sometimes and he knows that. He’s always been different to you than anyone else has, and maybe that’s what made you love him so much.

With this, he’s never rushed you into anything either. You’ve never been with him intimately (nothing much more than a heated make out session) because of your self-doubt. You’re not a virgin, you’ve had your fair share of experiences, but he was just too perfect for you. Your experiences were never good and you were honestly afraid of being vulnerable again.

“Come to the water. It feels great,” The air was slightly breezy and the sky was filled with misty clouds. You imagined the water was near freezing because of it, but still tip-toed your way into it. The current splashes up to your shins, and Shawn was right, it did feel great. The water was twinkling in the hidden sunshine and the thin foam cascaded when it got too close to you.

Shawn gently slips his hand between yours and laces them together. His rough fingertips scratched against your knuckles, but it was calm and soothing like the waves before you. You leaned against the rock with him, the small waves shooting up to your shorts every once in a while. He faces you, with a dreamy look dancing in his eye.

“Kiss?” He asks, lips puckered loosely and patiently. You gave a head nod before reaching his lips, giving him a long peck. You attempted to pull away, but he had other plans apparently.

His hands rested on your cheeks and slowly trailed down until they were at your shoulders. He rubs them calmly, pacifying any stress you might have with the pads of his thumb. Your hands trail through his curls, braiding around your fingertips beautifully.

“God,” He pulls his mouth away to speak for a moment. “you’ll be the death of me.”

You quickly snatch his lips again, never getting enough of his words or his taste. You both are captured in a deep trance for one another’s lips and beauty. One of your hands moves from his hair to the nape of his neck, rubbing softly. Without any words, Shawn pulls you toward the small house with a hand wrapped in yours. The water stains freezingly on the bottom half of your legs, making you chilly.

When you enter the house again, he plops himself down heavily on the leather couch, dragging you down with him. You didn’t like to sit on his lap in a make out session, you assumed it made you both uncomfortable. However, your assumptions were wrong because he positioned you snuggly on his muscular thighs.

You felt the heat crawling under your skin and on the back of your neck. Shawn just continued to kiss you lovingly, like nothing was wrong. You silently appreciated this act as your hands began to tug his curls. He groans lowly against you with a beating chest and fast breath. You were absolutely loving this; you felt comfortable and secure, and being in a different environment made you feel even safer. Almost like nobody knew where you were, or maybe even who you were.

The sensual feeling was observationally mutual. His hands were roaming you, caressing you caringly and you were beginning to feel that throbbing between your thighs. Usually when this happens, you just ignore it and take care of it yourself. But maybe you were ready to take that step with him today. You back away from the kiss and Shawn’s eyes open concerningly.

“Should I stop?” He suggests, lowering his hands from your neck to your waist. His head was slightly tilted and he had a little tint of pink in his cheeks. Possibly from the water mixed with the crisp breeze, or the heat between you two.

“No, please don’t. I actually want you to keep going,” You were trying to hint that you wanted to go further with this, even if it was just a little bit for today. You had thought about this far too much, for who knows how long, and now you felt confident enough to do it. You were overly grateful that Shawn never tried to convince or force you to do something you didn’t want to. He was just so kind and sweet. And cute and adorable. And sexy and hot…

“Are you sure? This doesn’t have to go any further than this if you’re uncomfortable—”

“Shawn, I’ve thought about this enough. I’m ready,” You eye him with reassurance, appreciative of his full consent toward you. Your smile was filled with mild anxiety and excitement and he reciprocated with a goofy grin. Though, there was a small glint in your eye that was hinting he should take it slow. Something was telling him.

“How about we just take it slow today? One thing at a time? There is no rush, baby.”

“Okay, I think that’s better anyway,” You were so glad he said something because you both know you wouldn’t have. Which scares Shawn sometimes because he doesn’t really know what you’re thinking or feeling. He wasn’t going to worry about that right now because he’s positive that you’re sure.

“Let’s focus on you right now, pretty girl.”

He wasn’t worried about his erection suffocating in his pants right now, or his strong desire to fuck you for hours until he couldn’t anymore. He was only focused on you, and your peak of pleasure was his only goal right now. Songwriting could most definitely wait.

Shawn lifted you up and rested your head on the armrest of the couch. He crawled over you and kissed your luscious lips once again. Your taste was possibly the sweetest thing he’s ever had; you were like sugar candy in human form, and he was able to eat you raw.

If you let him, of course.

Which you did because you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny in your entire life.

The way he unbuttoned his own shirt off of you was probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen in your life. He plucked off each one, staring at you with a smirk, knowing you were dying because of his teasing. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his hands. The bird across his skin was fueling you up even more because tattoos were definitely a turn on for you. When he finally discarded the shirt, you mentally argued with yourself if you should cover up.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning,” Some words made his Canadian accent more prominent and that was also pretty hot to you. Your skin boiled in response to his compliments. He knew what you were thinking just because he knows you. That’s why this feels so right to you; because he knows you.

Shawn begins trailing kisses from your cheeks down to your chest, making your breathing become more unsteady. He licks along your collarbone, slightly nibbling at the skin. You breathe out a heavy sigh, as his soft mouth traces your skin. When he finally gets to your breast, you gasp with a pant. You would feel his smirk against you as his hand works the other one. His tongue swirls around and over the nipple, and you’re so sensitive, you could feel every nerve on his tongue. His callus fingers rub roughly against the opposite one, balling the bud until it’s peaked.

“Oh my god,” Your chest was collapsing and rising unsteadily as your hands gripped his hair tightly. You felt him moan against you, which sent a vibration through you. You rolled your hips against nothing, begging for any sort of friction. “please.”

You didn’t even know what you were asking for, but apparently he did. He continued to trail down your abdomen, kissing every bit his lips passed over. He shot you one last look of consent, and you reassured him once again.

“I could just kiss you all day.”

You were about to start verbally begging again if he didn’t do something soon. Shawn yanks down your shorts, leaving you in just a simple pair of underwear. Your core was aching for some relief, the undergarment being a stressful barrier.

“I like what I see,” His smirk is so wide, you almost felt embarrassed. He tried not to waste time, clearly noticing you were anxious for some pleasure. After all, that was his new goal.

His rough index finger runs down your smooth skin, outlining every curve until it reaches the band. You could feel the coldness from his rings, giving you chills. He flicks it against you, causing you to jump a bit. His hands and fingers were arousing you a little too much.

“I’m gonna take these off now, okay?” He speaks softly with his fingers dancing over your waist. You nodded rapidly, waiting for him to just do something to you. Anything at this point. He peels away the undergarment with awe in his eyes. You were biting your lip, trying to keep the useless whimpers at a minimum. Once the underwear is off, you’re completely bare— and you’re completely comfortable with it.

“All wet for me, huh? I did this to you?” Shawn teases through the same, evil smirk, while caressing your inner thighs with his thumbs. You mindlessly open your legs wider, spreading yourself open. His tongue rolls over his bottom lip as his fingers move up to where you need him most. He traces your silky lips with his fingertips, and the first touch felt like a shock of electricity. You gasped when two of his fingers went in between your folds, massaging delicately. Your moans were muffled by your own mouth as your teeth harshly bit down on your tongue.

“More, please,” You begged shamelessly at this point, wanting him to finger you with everything in him.

“More of what? Words, princess,” You thought if he didn’t touch you more soon, his words would get you off first. He taps your clit a few times and you moan a little too loudly. Luckily, you two were alone.

“Fingers! Ah, please, I love your fingers,” You admitted through gritted teeth. Shawn was a little shocked actually. He didn’t know you liked his fingers like that, and it honestly made this all the more hot. Your pleading was a turn on for him, the indirect pleasure going straight down to his strained cock.

“You like… my fingers?” He said less confidently than before, but still seductively. You nodded rapidly, making him groan with your impatience. His fingers went from tapping your clit to sliding between your slick folds. Your breathing was heavy, but your inhales were short in anticipation. Suddenly, he curled two digits right inside of you and you gasped for at least the third time today.

His middle and ring finger were doing wonders on you. He curled them smoothly as he sunk them deeper inside of you. Shawn’s rings made you shiver from the contrast of their coolness and the humidity you’ve created. Your hand was roughly scratching the top of the couch and your head was slammed against the armrest in bliss.

“M-more please,” You begged him in your sweaty state. Your hair was sticking to your forehead now, and the hairs on your skin were rising the closer you got to finishing.

“Since you asked so nicely, princess,” He looked at you devilishly through his eyelashes and inserted his index finger. You haven’t had this much sexual adrenaline in a long time, and you missed it. You’re glad it’s with someone like Shawn, and not like your exes.

“Oh- fuck,” You whined, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. Your pussy was clenching around his digits as your arousal leaked from you. There was a knot forming in your stomach that was ready to unravel any moment now. Your puffy lips were pulsing intensely, while his thumb reached to rub your clit. The pleasure was so overwhelming and you were sensitive now. Before you could even moan it out, he said it for you.

“C‘mon, cum for me, Y/N,” He whispered dirty and sweetly close to your face as his movements increased in speed. Your hand gripped his arm, right over his butterfly tattoo, and that alone sent you over the edge. The coil in your abdomen exploded as you finished all over his hand. He licks his fingers off, full of your cum and arousal.

You are definitely the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“Shawn,” You start breathlessly. He was really leaving you speechless. Your knees were bent on either side of him as he rubbed you slowly, helping you calm down. “that was amazing.”

“I’m glad. You deserve nothing less,” He leans down to kiss you lovingly, nudging your perspiring nose in the process. He gets up from the couch to get a washcloth for you and you sit up tiredly on the sofa.

“How about a bath, babe?” He shouts as he walks back into the small living room, you nodding sleepily. He cleans you off simply and lazily throws the rag on the coffee table in front of him. He takes a long double-take at his notebook, resting empty and fresh. A pen is squished between the blank pages, full of black ink and inspiration. A small lightbulb, that was once dull, grows brightly in his head.

“I think I have an idea for a song.”

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[buck-nialled]

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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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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[shawnmendes-imagine]

Someone Else

When Shawn has feelings for his best friend while in a relationship with you.

Imagine

Shawn and Y/n have been dating for quite some time now. They both were fairly in love. Y/n was Shawn’s world, or so he thought. Shawn has a best friend, that’s a girl. Y/n is jealous of Hailey but she doesn’t show it.

It was a Saturday morning, Shawn and Y/n were still in bed. “I invited Hailey over today. She said she’d come around noon.” Said Shawn.

“That’s fine with me.” Replied Y/n. She was hoping she’d get to spend Saturday with only Shawn.

“I’m going to start getting ready now. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Said Shawn, as he grabbed a clean outfit to put on.

Y/n wasn’t excited for Hailey to come over. She felt jealous of their friendship. It just seemed like there was something more going on. Y/n didn’t let that get in her mind. Y/n got up and also picked up a new outfit to change in. She then met up with Shawn downstairs.

“Would you like a coffee? I thought we could wait to have lunch with Hailey.” Said Shawn as he was making himself coffee.

“Yeah, sure I’m fine with that.” Said Y/n, as she made her way to the kitchen table.

Shawn made sure to pour Y/n’s coffee in her favourite mug. He made his way to the table to join Y/n with their coffees.

They both caught up on each other’s busy week. They were enjoying each other’s company. Until the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation.

“That must be Hailey. I better go get it.” Said Shawn, getting up making his way towards the door.

“What a great way to spend a Saturday.” Y/n thought to herself.

Shawn opened the door and was greeted by Hailey.

“I’m so glad you could come over!” Said Shawn, as he pulled Hailey into a big hug.

Y/n was now making her way towards the door. She couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous when she saw how happy Hailey made Shawn.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” Asked Hailey as she hugged you next.

“I’ve been good. I’m glad you could join us for lunch.” Said Y/n, with her fakest smile.

“Thank you guys for having me. Shawn and I use to always go out for lunch. Those were the good days.” Said Hailey, as she made her way into the house.

All three of them made their way into the kitchen to decide on what to eat.

“Why don’t we make some omelettes? Remember we use to love making omelettes together.” Said Hailey, reminiscing her friendship with Shawn.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good. Y/n would you mind cracking the eggs and beating them? I have to show Hailey my brand new guitar.” Shawn says, giving you the puppy eyes that you couldn’t say no to.

“Of course, anything for you.” Y/n said. You were a bit bumped that you had to make the omelettes on your own.

“Thank you so much! I promise we’ll be quick.” Shawn says, as he takes Hailey into his studio.

You start by gathering all your ingredients. You then crack some eggs into a bowl, proceeding to beat them with a whisk. You also added some tomatoes, cilantro, onions, and some spices to make the omelettes less bland.

You add the mixture into a pan and start cooking the omelettes. By the time you were done, you could hear Hailey and Shawn coming back into the kitchen. They couldn’t stop laughing at some dumb joke Shawn told.

“Your guitar was beautiful. I can’t wait to see you perform with it.” Hailey said as she giggled.

��Oh look Y/n is done with the omelettes! Thank you so much again. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” Said Shawn, as he grabbed the omelettes bringing them to the kitchen table.

“Omg Y/n they look so good! I can’t wait to try one.” Said Hailey. You didn’t know if she actually meant that or was just saying that for Shawn.

All three of you sit at the kitchen table, putting an omelette on your plate. You guys start to eat. You stayed quiet most of the time, while Hailey and Shawn did all the talking.

“Hailey your face is starting to swell up. Are you okay?” Asked shawn, as he started to freak out.

“Was there tomatoes in this omelette? I’m allergic to tomatoes!” Hailey says, as she gets up running to a mirror.

“I did add a few tomatoes. I didn’t know about your allergy.” You say, running towards Hailey.

“Shawn get my epi pen from my purse!” Yelled Hailey.

Shawn quickly ran to her purse and pulled out her epi pen. Hailey quickly took it and jabbed the pen into her thigh.

“I need to get to the ER, I don’t know what could happen!” Said Hailey, rushing to her shoes on.

“I’ll drive you. Get in the car.” Said Shawn, as he pushed past you.

You felt bad. You didn’t mean for this to happen. It just happened in a blink of an eye.

“I’ll come with you.” You said quickly.

“No you stay here. You’ve done enough damage.” Said Shawn in a harsh tone.

You were a bit taken back. But you know he was just stressed out.

Shawn took Hailey to the hospital while you sat stressing on the couch. You texted Shawn asking how Hailey was doing but he wasn’t replying.

At the hospital, Hailey was doing fine. Shawn hasn’t left her side once. It was almost as if they were together instead of Shawn and Y/n.

“Hailey is doing great. It’s good that you brought her in when you did. God knows what could’ve happened. Hailey, you have a wonderful boyfriend.” Said the doctor, as he came in to check up on Hailey.

“Oh he’s not my boyfriend. Just a really good friend.” Replied Hailey, looking down to her hands.

Hailey always felt something with Shawn but she didn’t want to ruin Shawn and Y/n’s relationship.

“Well you’re lucky to have a good friend. I’ll come back in an hour to check up on you again.” Said the doctor, as he exited the room.

“Well um I think I should head home and check up on how Y/n is doing.” Said Shawn, as he awkwardly got up.

“Tell Y/n that this wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know. Please don’t be harsh on her.” Said Hailey, as she hugged Shawn goodbye.

“I’ll try. Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Shawn said as he left.

Shawn couldn’t explain how he felt. He was starting to catch feelings for Hailey. He didn’t know how to tell Y/n without breaking her heart.

Shawn made his way home. When he entered his house, it didn’t feel the same. As if the love in this house was slowly slipping away.

He entered his and Y/n’s shared room. Y/n was reading a book trying to distract her mind.

“I’m glad you’re back. How’s Hailey doing?” Asked Y/n.

“Hailey’s doing great. She said knows you didn’t mean to put tomatoes in her food.” Said Shawn, without looking at Y/n.

Y/n was relieved that Hailey was okay. But she knew something else was on Shawn’s mind.

“Shawn what’s wrong?” Asked Y/n as she got a bit worried.

“I can’t tell you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Shawn didn’t know what to do anymore or what he wanted.

“You can tell me anything. I’m always there for you.” Y/n was getting worried.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say, there’s someone else.” Shawn said. He regretted looking into Y/n’s.

Y/n was lost of words. She didn’t know what to say or feel. She was hurt. There were now tears running down her face.

“H-how do you know, if you can really be sure?” Questioned Y/n with her voice cracking.

“I just know. I’m so sorry. I should leave.” Shawn said ask he made his way to the bedroom door.

“Is it Hailey?” Y/n whispered, not sure if Shawn even heard her.

“Yes.” Said Shawn, as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

With that simple three letter word, Y/n felt her whole world come crumbling down.

Shawn left behind everything he had. He left behind what he thought was the love of his life. The girl that was madly in love with him was now heartbroken. Was it all worth it?

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[wanderingmendes]

Through Your Eyes -Part Three (Werewolf!Shawn)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.7k

If looks could kill, Drew would have been dead a half an hour ago. Shawn was still sitting on the other side of the counter, fresh coffee in his hand. He looked guilty, and Athena was dying to know why. It was purely coincidence that the boy had been attacked, yet with the way Shawn was looking at her with those apologetic eyes, she had a feeling it wasn't an accident.

Shawn felt guilty, he really did. He did happen to be present during the attack last night. He wasn’t the one doing the attacking, but he did give the command. Athena looked hurt, and for a moment Shawn thought that she knew about him, what he was. However, the look of hurt quickly turned to one of confusion after she had made eye contact with him.

Drew was still here, and as sweet as he was, Shawn wanted nothing more than to knock him out and shut him up. He kept harping on the news story, asking questions to both Athena and him that they didn’t want to answer. Over the past half an hour, he had been watching Athena and Drew work. Customers were pouring in slowly now, coming by periodically rather than overwhelming the baristas who were far too concerned with other topics. 

“It’s been great guys, but I’ve gotta go.” Drew finally says, eyes scanning the clock. “My eleven o’clock class is gonna kick my ass, by sunshine.” He spoke, kissing Athena’s cheek lightly before sending Shawn a little wave, “Bye Shawn, nice meeting you!”

Athena bid him farewell, walking him to the door and holding it open as he made his way out. She was stalling, even though she had over half an hour to think up something to say she still wasn't prepared to talk to Shawn. She had a feeling he’d be making a confession, one that she didn't want to hear. She makes sure the door closes all the way, keeping the cold Toronto air out. 

“I have a feeling you’re upset with me.”

Sighing, Athena turns around and faces Shawn who has spun on his chair to look at her as well. She takes slow strides towards him as she replies, “I’m not upset Shawn, I have not reason to be upset with you. I’m definitely confused, but not upset.”

Shawn frowns at her reply, he can tell she’s frustrated over not knowing anything. He’d love to tell her, right here and right now but it was too soon. God forbid he were to tell her and she freaked out, then not only him but also his entire pack would be screwed. He sympathizes with her, not quite knowing how she feels but still he has a good idea. 

“I know you’re confused,” He stands from his chair and walks over to her, forcing her to have to tilt her head back to look up at him. She looks adorable from this angle, a different view from the one he usually had of her from over the counter. Her skin was smooth and his finger tips were itching to run over the silky expanse of it. Lips a bit rosier than they aways looked from the constant pressure of her teeth against them as she thought. 

He stands there towering over her and her heart is racing in her chest. He’s so close that all she wants to do is reach out and touch, and it physically hurts not to. His lips are taunting her as they move, pretty words coming from his pretty mouth. As intense and mentally demanding as this moment was, all she could do was focus on the feeling of having him so close to her. All his imperfections in her clear view, every inch of exposed skin for her to let her eyes explore. 

“I wish more than anything,” Shawn says with a soft, low voice. “That I could tell you everything I want to right now, but I can’t. It hurts to have to keep it away from you, It hurts so much Thena.” 

He prays that she can sympathize with him, prays that she’ll understand and just let him slide. But she's Thena, and if there is one thing that he knew about her, it was he inability to let things slide. She would poke and prod as long as she had to in order to get the truth. Ruthless is what she was, and suddenly ruthless was all he wanted. 

“I don’t understand S,” She murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. Her head drops, facing the ground now. “You say it hurts to not tell me, yet you also say that you can’t tell me anything. It’s a lose-lose situation and I’m here standing in front of you right now,” She looks up now, eyes holding a look of adoration as she takes a step closer to him, their chests touching the slightest bit. “I’m here right now, and I’m begging you to tell me. I need this constant nagging in my head to stop, I need you to tell me.”

“I want to,” Shawn replies, large hands shocking her as they cup her cheeks gently. He smiles as she reaches up and touches his wrists lightly, cocking her head to the side as he speaks. He’s whispering now, voice raspy and holding a new level of emotion. “I want to tell you so bad Thena, but I don’t think you’re ready to know.” Shawn’s torn. His heart is telling him one thing but his mind is telling him another. 

“I am ready!” She reasons. “Whatever it is that you want to tell me, I’m ready for it.” She had no idea what he could possibly be keeping from her, and she wasn’t even sure if the two of them were referencing to the same thing but she had a pretty good idea that they were. There was something not quite adding up and Shawn knew that telling her what she wanted to hear would allow her to connect all the puzzle pieces together. She questions whether or not to say what she’s thinking, but in a spur of the moment decision it slips out anyways. “I have something that is killing me too, I want to tell you it but I can’t, I just don’t know how you’ll react.”

She internally winces at her own words as her finger tips traces up and down Shawn warm skin. His hands are still holding her face in the most gentle way ever, and every second that passes Athena finds herself melting further and further into his touch. 

She's so precious, just under his fingertips yet she feels so far away. Out of reach but right here in front of him, begging him for something that both of them knew he wasn't going to be giving up today. She tells him that she also has a secret and it lights a fire inside of him and he begins to wonder if that secret is the reason behind his wolf trying to push him away from her. “What’s your secret Thena?”

His eyes grow intense, staring at her with a look that lets her know that he’s trying to decipher her piece by piece. She giggles lightly at the question, not fully expecting it. “Not a chance of me telling you S, not a chance.” She doesn't realize what she’s said until after she's said it, and suddenly she feels bad for harassing Shawn over his secret. 

Her giggle lightens the mood, and it’s like the sound has lifted a weight off of his shoulders and suddenly he can breathe again. She is a puzzle, and Shawn wants nothing more than to pick her a part piece by piece and study her for hours before putting her back together again. What they’re talking about, not matter how heavy it might be, it wasn't the end of the world and they both knew that deep down. In five minutes from now they’d probably be flirting over the counter top again, Shawn sipping at his now cold coffee while Athena entertained him. The pack was probably curious as the where he went off to, but it wasn’t any of their concern, and he sure as hell didn’t have to answer to any beta or omega. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Shawn smirks, hands traveling from her cheeks to the back of her neck. Long fingers ravel their way into her hair, nails scratching her scalp soothingly. Her eyes droop shut at the feeling making Shawn’s smirk grow even wider. “When you’re ready to tell me you’re secret, I’ll tell you mine.”

She could cry when he scratches her scalp, playing with her hair was the way to her heart. His voice pulls her out of the blissfulness and she can’t help but agree with his proposal. “I suppose that’s fair, but be prepared to wait a while until I tell you my secret.” She reaches up and tugs his head down so she can whisper into his ear, “It’s kind of scary and I don’t want to scare you away.”

He could die when she pulls him down towards her, his heart begging for him to move his head just a little bit to the side and get a taste of those gorgeous lips. A small growl rumbles in his chest at the thought, and luckily it seems to go unnoticed by Athena who's still whispering nicely into his ear with that honey sweet voice, driving him crazy. His mind was racing, and she was surrounding him completely and he wanted nothing more than to make her feel the same. Her words pull him from his thoughts, eyebrows furrowing as he releases her hold from behind his neck. He remains close to her for a moment longer, not wanting this moment to end. “I’m sure your secret isn’t half as scary as mine.”

She shrugs at his words, taking a step away from him before making her way back behind the counter. She picks his cup up and winces at the feeling of the cool liquid through the cardboard cup. “What’s even scarier is cold coffee,” She scrunches her nose and dumps the drink. “Do you want another Shawn?” She hopes that he says yes, she wants him to stay a bit longer. She still has so many questions she’d like to ask him. From what he’s told her in the past few minutes, his secret might be just as bad as hers.

He frowns when she walks away from him, leaving him standing there like a lovesick fool wishing for her to be back under his fingers. She asks him if he’d like another coffee and he has to stop himself from jumping to say yes. He really shouldn’t stay, he should be getting back home to make sure his pack didn't kill themselves somehow. But, instead of leaving her pulls his phone out and shoots Geoff a text asking how things are going before saying, “Yes I’ll take another Thena.” He watches her relax when he says that he’ll stay and the simple action sends his heart soaring. She wanted him around just as much as he wanted her around and that was clear to see. 

Happiness surges through her when he says he’ll take another coffee, meaning he’ll most likely be sticking around for at least another half an hour. She as happy that their conversation a few minutes ago hadn’t changed anything between them, happy that he was acting like his normal self. Their conversation could have taken a quick turn downwards, but it didn't. They’re them. they’re Shawn and Athena, two opposite souls yet one mutual, confusing attraction.

She sets the drink down for him and as per usual she refuses any type of payment only to have him roll his eyes and over pay her. She refuses the money, knowing he’ll end up leaving it before he heads out anyways. He takes a sip of his coffee, staring at her as she speaks, “You’re like, really hot.”For the second time that week, Athena is almost sprayed with coffee. 

She refuses payment once again and Shawn promises to himself to leave the money behind for her before he leaves. She then blurts out the most absurd confession and it takes him by surprise. Shawn chokes on his coffee, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling as he coughs. He looks at her shocked, voice a bit deeper as he still struggles to breath properly, “What the hell has gotten into you Thena?”

He was thoroughly shocked at her words, losing his mind and replaying what she had said on repeat. It was nothing but an ego boost and a little bit of validation for him. Knowing that the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen thought he was hot, it made him a bit stupid in the head. 

“Sorry,” She says sheepishly. She was embarrassed for letting that slip, she hadn’t meant to. The way he’s looking at her right now makes her giddy. He’s staring at her as if the whole world revolved around her, as if she was holding his heart in her hands and molding it to her liking. He's looking at her in a way that was making her feel powerful, and she loved it. 

“Don’t be sorry, please for the love of god don’t be sorry,” Shawn reassures, reaching across the counter to grab her hand. His thumb runs over the top of her hand soothingly when he says. “Now please, continue.”

“I- what do you mean?”

“I mean, please continue on telling me what you find so,” He pauses, eyes narrowing in on her. He watches her gulp under his gaze, and continues, “Hot about me.” It was a long shot, and he knew it. Athena- being herself, most likely wouldn’t do what he had asked of her without a bit of incentive to encourage her. He can tell from the look on her face that she wasn’t going to tell him what he wanted to hear, so he said, “Tell me, and I’ll do the same for you honey. I find you quite exquisite.”

He teases her in the most subtle, yet sexy way. Mocking her yet complimenting her right afterwards. She thinks he’s insane. Absolutely, positively insane but she can’t stop herself from blushing at his words and beginning to tell him what she knows he wants to hear. “Things I find hot about you,” She says teasingly. “It’s quite a short list if i’m being honest.” Shawn’s face drops at her words and she smiles, “I’m kidding Shawn, I’m kidding. One thing I find quite hot is your hands, they’re gorgeous.”

“Mmm,” Shawn hums, picking his hands up and putting them on display for her, “These hands?” She flushes under his gaze and he gets just a bit more obsessed with her. She always looks so effortlessly gorgeous and Shawn was dying to tell her all the things he loved about her.

“Oh, yeah those hands,” She gulps, Shawn was obviously enjoying teasing her. She was feeling a bit hot and bothered as he stared her down, fingers wiggling in the air teasingly. 

“You look flustered love, you okay?” He pulls out a new nickname- knowing that if he’s calculated his words correctly, it’ll drive her to insanity. The ringing of his phone pulls him from their moment and he sighs, picking it up and answering it.

She could die when he calls her love, and she knows she's in for plenty of teasing until his phone rings. She lets out a breath of relief as he speaks lowly to someone on the phone before standing up from his chair and placing it back at the table it belonged to. Athena frowned as he did so, knowing that meant that he’d be leaving now. 

Picking up his coffee, Shawn can’t help but notice the look of disappointment of Athena’s face. “Hey,” he says softly, reaching out and brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Turn that frown upside down, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He felt guilty for leaving, but duty was calling and according to Geoff’s call there was a pack threat back home. As the alpha, the pack came before anything else, no matter how badly he wanted to watch that anything else make coffee for the next four hours. 

“Okay S,” She says with a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She doesn’t want him to leave, she wants him right here with her forever, but she’d never come right out and say that. Plus, what he was leaving for must be important seeing how quickly he had gotten up and ready to go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Thena, by love.”

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Guys, I’m trying to keep my nosy ass out of Shawns business but YA GIRL CAN’T WITH IT POSTED ALL OVER THE FUCKING UNIVERSE!  

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[shawnmendezsblog-blog]

Shawn Mendes smut

Warning! Smut ahead! ⚠ (Y/N)'s P.O.V.

My tiny hand traced along the vein of Shawn's cock. A low groan had left his lips. In front of me sat a helpless human being. Shawn's legs were separate, his arms handcuffed behind the wooden chair inside my room. His whole body was barren, revealing his chiseled abdomen. His eyes showed so much weakness.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, and slowly started to pump. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were shut tight.

"Shawn, dear, you're gonna have to cum if you want me around you," I spoke in a low tone, pumping a tiny bit faster.

"I can't (Y/N)! I can't cum anymore."

I removed my hand and sighed. I could understand why. I mean, cumming five times already seemed like hard work.

Shawn looked at me with wide eyes and winced. "What are you doing? Touch me again (Y/N)!" I looked at Shawn. He was desperate.

Every time Shawn and I had sex, he was the dominate one. But when I came come today,I wanted to try something different. Shawn always got his way, and I never did. So, with some teasing, I finally had got him wrapped around my finger. And when I whipped out the cuffs, he flipped. In the past hour, I had got Shawn to cum five times. I was soaked beyond anything, yet if I took off my clothes, I'd be just as weak as he is. Now, I couldn't have that.

"(Y/N), please. I want your pussy around me, I want your mouth around me. Please, babe. At least let me touch myself." I clicked my tongue as I started to hear some thrashing. "Take the cuffs off? Let let you touch yourself?" I laughed a little. "As much as I'd like to, I can't. You agreed to this. I do things my way." I placed my hand around his cock, and started to pump fast.

Deep angelic groans left his lips. His voice, moans, groans- whatever- sounded like music to my ears. As I pumped faster than before, his cock twitched. His state was now ruined.

"Shawn, cum." Shawn came undone after my words and I stood up. I walked a bit away, letting him get ready for our- his- next round. The clacking of the metal handcuffs startled me. I turned back around so that I was facing him. But instead I came face to face with his abdomen. Hey, I'm short! Don't judge! When I looked up at Shawn, a smirk was sitting on his face. I started to feel even shorter than I was, and started to back away, one foot behind the other.

"How'd you get out?" I asked in a weak whisper.

"You just got to break them."

"But you-"

"Seemed weak? Yeah I know. It was all an act. The weak face, the tired act I portrayed. Honestly, I'm proud of you. You managed to make me cum six times. Yet I think it's time to take back my dominance, don't you think? I mean, after all, it looks like you've already lost it." Shawn stated whilst back me against a wall.

"Shawn, listen now, please." I placed my hands against his burning chest. I just looked into his eyes, trying to even think of what I was going to say.

"Please continue (Y/N), I'd like to hear what you have to say."

"If I had known that you would get free, I wouldn't have d- done that."

"Awe, really (Y/N)? I don't care! I'm still going to fuck you until you can't walk."

Shawn sounded angry, and he had every right to be. Shawn grabbed both my hands with one of his own and placed it above my head. His other hand came to my cheek and he brought his head closer to my own before kissing me. I kissed back into the rough kiss, and when I felt his tongue ask for entrance, I denied. Shawn's hand left my cheek and made it's way down to my ass. He gave it a tight squeeze and made me gasp. His tongue made it's way into my mouth, and he removed his other hand from above mine. Now both his hands were on my ass, and mine rested on his shoulders. He picked me up and made his way over to my bed, gently tossing me on it.

Shawn pulled away after a few minutes and took off my shirt then he took (more liked ripped) off my bra. He kissed along my jaw then down my neck. He knew damn well where my sweet spot was and that an inch below my ear. Shawn went straight for it, and started sucking harshly on the skin.

"Oh Shawn," I gasped as his teeth grazed my sweet spot. He soon made his way down to my chest where he left some of his "property marks." Some were on my neck too. He placed one of my nipples into his mouth and started sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He rolled my other one with his other hand. He soon did the same to the other one before kissing down my stomach.

When Shawn reached down to my shorts he looked up at me with a smirk on his face. Both his hands pulled them off and he looked at my clothed pussy. On the dark blue bed sheet, was a pool of my cum. Hey! Watching him cum six times hurt me more than him! He clicked his tongue and sighed.

" I have barely started, my love."

Those words scared me. Shawn placed his fingers over the clothed area before he started to rub circles. "Shawn," I moaned, thrusting my hips up in the air. Shawn grumbled, placing his free hand on my hip before forcing me down.

Shawn pushed my panties to the side and plunged his middle finger inside me. I moaned, squirming underneath him. His eyes looked at mine for a second and I gulped. He entered his pointing finger, and started to pump the two, curling them when they were all the way in. Next it was his ring finger that met the other two fingers. I raised my hips, forcing his fingers into me. Shawn removed his fingers in an instant and licked his fingers from the cum that was already there.

"(Y/N), what do you want?"

"You," I whispered.

"What was that?"

"You Shawn, you."

"Good girl."

Shawn kissed me again, both of our swollen lips now red. He then kissed back down my body, and when he got to my pussy he sighed. "To bad you're gonna have to wait."

His tongue teased me for a solid five minutes before I couldn't handle it. I raised my hips and his tongue entered me. I moaned out in pleasure, yet his hands forced my hips back down. Shawn started to move his tongue in and out, forming shapes. I moaned and tugged on his hair. He continued to eat me out and I could only watch him.

"Shawn . . ." I trailed off. Before I could continue, he pulled his head away. He already knew.

"You cum when I say (Y/N)."

I nodded my head before I caught on to what Shawn was about to do. He placed himself at my entrance, and before I could stop him, he entered me. Without hesitation he started to pound in to me.

"S- Shawn," I moaned out, "the condom." This was the first time anyone has entered me raw. With a condom, yes. But without one, no. Shawn continued to pound into me. I gasped as his tip grazed my g- spot. He started to pound in that particular area, and I opened my legs wider. My nails dug in to his back, earning a low moan from him.

Before I knew it, I clenched around his cock and came all over him. Shawn continued his thrusts and I felt him twitch inside me. Before Shawn was about to cum, I pulled his cock out of me. His cum went on to my chest and abdomen. I sighed and looked at Shawn as he collapsed on my bed. "Watch yourself next time, Mendes." I stated.

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[delightedshawn-blog]

imagine Shawn being in a hurry to get to an interview and you are teasing him by sticking your ass and chest out whenever he walks by you and he starts to get fed up because he’s already late so he grabs you, making you gasp, as he spins you around, bending you over the arm of the couch as he rips your pajama shorts down along with the thong as he pulls his pants down only a little and rams inside of you roughly and whispers in your ear, “you’re so fucking naughty,” and you’re moaning, gripping onto the couch as he fucks you into you, mercilessly.

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[buck-nialled]

Fracture-Free - S. Mendes Imagine

NOTE: who is ready for some college!shawn fluffness?

You, as clumsy as you are, had never broken a single bone in your life. You were honestly surprised you made it as far as you did in life without having a cast or splint around one of your limbs. You would find yourself bumping into sundry objects or even people a numerous amount of times a day but never had it been more than just a stubbed toe or a twisted ankle that you would receive. And not five minutes after explaining this to a classmate of yours while walking, you took a hard plummet to the ground below you, and after a ten-minute hop to the clinic across campus with that same friend, your fracture-free streak was over. You came out hours later with wrap around your lower leg and with a pair of crutches, your leg lifted and foot dangling.

You assumed it was karma getting back at you, and you cursed yourself for not knocking your fist against one of the trees both you and the girl had passed while traversing the campus. But guilt-filled your insides like tsunami waves when your boyfriend’s car pulled up in front of the clinic to pick you up. You assumed your friend had texted him to let him know, as he was too protective of you for your good. You heard the door to his side slam shut and his tall stature hovered over you in only a few moments, with his large hands resting on your shoulders as he observed your body for any further injuries, save for the obvious wrap around your foot and crutches beneath your armpits.

“What am I going to do with you?” Shawn asks with a shake of his head, a small curl falling loose against his creased forehead. All you could do was let out a small giggle and a shrug. Shawn knew you were you a clutz by default when he first met you; it was your fateful knock into him which led to you two talking and conspiring a first date. However, he, like yourself, never would have assumed you to fall this hard.

“Well,” you began, “it would be nice for me to finally be babied.” You joke with a smile. Shawn gives you a furrow of his brows, and you mimic it within seconds.

“Oh, come on! Even when you aren’t injured or sick you lay your head in my lap, have me hold you, run you baths…”

“I thought you liked doing that stuff?” Shawn’s befuddled look turns into one of sadness, his bottom lip jutting out towards you. You then realized how bad the words that had come from you sounded, and immediately reached your hands to his cheeks.

“No, no Shawn I love doing that stuff with you…I’m just saying a little reciprocation wouldn’t hurt.”

“Well…in that case…” A shrill squeal was elicited from you when Shawn swooped your body up into the air, and let your crutches fall from your grip instinctively. He carried you to his car and opened the passenger door, setting you in the seat and even buckling your seatbelt for you, like you were a small child just being trained out of her car seat. Your crutches follow as he carefully places the pair in the backseat, before taking his place in the driver’s side.

“So…may I treat you to dinner, your highness?” Shawn asks eloquently as he puts his car in drive. A small chuckle falls past your lips and you decide to play along.

“I request the fanciest of foods one can acquire on a college budget, my squire!” You demand, hoisting your pointer finger in the air as you did so.

“Onward we go, then.” Shawn pulled through the nearest fast food restaurant around your campus, which also happened to be your favorite. He turned on your seat heater for you, knowing you would be shivering soon from how cold he kept the AC in his vehicle and offered you one of his jackets in the backseat during the ride to use as a blanket. After pulling up beside your dorm, it was dark outside and you were curled up in his passengers' seat, a hoodie covering your frame and food now digested.

He was careful when entering your dorm building, trying not to wake your form which was cradled in his arms once again. As he entered he found many mutual friends of yours in the main room watching some television show they could not get enough of lately. Shawn would know as you almost talk his ears off from time to time when you bring it up and beg him to start watching it with you. When the girls turn around to find you in his arms, many concerned looks towards your foot turn into ones of quiet awe at the sight of you hoisted into his embrace.

“Hey guys, is Laura in her dorm? I gotta drop my girl off.” He prayed your roommate was there because he did not have a key and nine times out of ten you were always lacking it, unfortunately, you were not blessed with the best memory.

“Think so. I saw her go in 15 minutes ago.” One shrugs, earning a small nod from Shawn as he continued his journey to your room. Upon reaching the door he gives a small knock to the door. Moments later it opens, Laura standing in sweatpants and a tee-shirt, glasses on. That could only mean she was studying. After a while of Shawn visiting, he learned the in and outs of your room and roommate pretty quickly.

“Sorry for interrupting, she—“ Shawn began in a hushed tone.

“Is she okay?” Laura’s voice greeted at a radical volume, making Shawn wince.

“Yeah, she just broke her ankle.” He whispers. “She fell asleep when I drove her here and I didn’t want her walking.” Similar to the others, Laura’s mouth dropped in an instant, letting out a small noise to express the cuteness before her.

“Yeah, yeah we’re adorable but can I put her down now?” Laura nods and opens the door wider for Shawn and you to enter. Upon lying you down, he covers you with your comforter, his jacket still tight in your grip. Before leaving, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, mumbling quickly. “Night sweetness, I love you.”

“Wow. Using the ‘L’ word already, huh?” Laura asks with a wiggling of her eyebrows. Shawn can only scoff as he takes a few locks of your hair between his fingers and delicately tucks them behind your ear.

“Only me. I don’t want to scare her off, I’m waiting for her to say it first when she’s ready…for now, I’ll just think it.”

“Well trust me, whether she knows it or not she feels the same. You’d be the last person to chase her off.” Shawn smiles and peeks up at Laura, giving her a lazy smile.

“Thanks. Well, I’m off, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? We don’t share any classes?”

“I know. We’re carpooling.” Shawn grins as he nods his head towards you’re snoozing figure. Or at least, he thought you were snoozing. After giving a farewell wave to Laura, the door clicks behind him, and his heavy footsteps fade with each step he takes down the hall.

“Alright, the coast is clear,” Laura affirms, sinking into her desk chair. You shoot up immediately, eyes growing wide.

“Laura, he loves me….Laura, he loves me!” Your murmur becomes a screech upon saying the words aloud. Shawn loves you.

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[kindmendes-blog]

shawn mendes - werewolf

imagine just cuddling with him and then hearing these small little noises coming from his chest. shawn gets all blushy and tries to move you away. but you convince him its cute. uGh werewolf shawn is a favourite. like also imagine him when you're pregnant with his pup, and he's telling you about how it's gonna be the next alpha and he'll protect both you and the pup forever.

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[nashvillerose]

ARE U KIDDING ME

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[lifeoftheparty74]

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Señorita //Based on the video mostly. Y/N and Shawn broke up a while ago, but meeting again wakes up all of the old feelings.

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[shawnmendes-imagine]

Ghost Of You

Inspired by Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Imagine:

Shawn Mendes and Y/n the were together for a few years. Until they came across a bump in the road, which lead them to end things. It had been a few months since the breakup, and Shawn wasn’t doing the best. He still wasn’t over the breakup. Everything still reminded him of Y/n.

Every morning when Shawn wakes up he can still see you sleeping on the bed they once shared. He can’t bring himself to sleep on the side that you once slept on.

“Morning Y/n-” Shawn would accidentally say as he realized you weren’t coming back. “I forgot. You are never coming back.” Shawn whispered to himself

As Shawn would make his way to his kitchen, he could see the coffee cup that you always used. He smiled to himself at all the memories that the cup once had.

“You’d tell me I’d be just fine. I’ll just be fine.” Shawn reassured himself. He did a lot of reassuring. He had to keep reminding himself to move on, and put everything in the past.

Shawn sits down on the couch. He closes his eyes and leans back. He can see the way you would dance around the living room to your favourite song. Nothing could ever stop you. Shawn felt as if your ghost was still with him.

Shawn went back into his room to clean up a bit. As he was cleaning out his closet, he found something he thought he’d never see again. It was your favourite old Zepplin shirt. You’d always wear that shirt, and Shawn found it cute. Shawn couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought of how this shirt made you happy. He wondered if you were still happy without the shirt.

Everything in this house, reminded Shawn of you. He needed to get out and have a new start. He couldn’t help but go on a run. He quickly put on his running shoes and headed out the door.

As he was jogging, he kept seeing your face whenever he passed anyone. He knew he was going crazy without you. Shawn just kept running and running and didn’t know where he was going.

That was until he stopped. He wonder why his feet would bring him here. He looked up and he was standing right in front of your door. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but stopped himself.

He couldn’t go through with it. Maybe it was for the best, or for another time. Shawn starts to head back home.

When he made it home, he realized that the ghost of you will always be with him.

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[lostinars]

ramblings about things #10

do you ever think that Shawn might take inspiration by reading some smut about him

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[wanderingmendes]

vampire! shawn going down on his girl on her period cause “you smell so good honey. love the way you taste all the time but this is so much better”

Disclaimer: if this is not for you, do not read on past the line. I do not need to hear that this is “disgusting” or “weird” because honestly, vampire shawns hot as fuck and im 300% here for this concpet.

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Nightly Snack (S.M)

Warnings: smut, vampire shawn

Of course itd be just your luck that youd get your period the night your boyfriend had promised to go down on you. All day you could barely keep it cool, anticipating the event that would occur later that night. You could barely focus during your 10 AM lecture, and laundry and grocery shopping went much the same. But when you finally arrived home from the grocery store, you realized that the wetness you were feeling wasnt your arousal. So, you hopped in the shower, grumpy and cramping.

It was around 6 what Shawn arrived home from the studio. Not only you were anticipating tonight all day, Shawn could hardly keep his cool just thinking about you underneath his tongue all day. Creeping into the bedroom, he saw you layed out in the smack center of his king sized bed, his apartment now yours aswell. He walked in quietly, your eyes not moving from your computer screen. When he finally got close enough for you to see him out of the corner of your eye, you jumped. “Really shawn?” You yelp, placing a hand over your chest to calm your beating heart.

“Hey baby,” he smirks, walking towards the bed and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You ask curiously, watching him undress himself down to his boxers.

“I smell blood,” he says casually, slipping underneath the covers next to you and tugging you into him.

“Oh, yeah.” You sigh, snuggling into his chest and after pressing play on a new episode of greys anatomy.

“That time of month?” He asks, leaning his head down to peck tiny kisses along your neck and down across your collarbone.

“Yes, and I’d appreciate if you’d stop what your doing right now. I dont need to be getting worked up at the moment.”

“Why not?” Shawn says suddenly, pulling away to look at you with shock. “I thought- but were- arent i going down on you tonight?”

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm gently. “Im on my period Shawn, what do you think?”

He stares down at the top of your head for a moment, his frown now mimicking yours. “But I was really looking forward to it. Love, just let me treat you right.”

“Right now?” You question, lunging forwards to pause the show. “You want to go down on my right this second, knowing that im bleeding from my vagina?”

He smiles softly at you, rolling his eyes jokingly, arms now folded beneath his head. “You do remember that I’m a vampire right? A little blood doesn’t scare me.”

Widening your eyes, you shake your head. “Its more than a little blood Shawn. It a lot of blood, a lot a lot.”

Grunting, he has you beneath him in seconds, the computer long forgotten. Nuzzling his face into your abdomen, pulling up your shirt he says, “please let me go down on you, you smell so good.”

“So thats what this is about,” you laugh humorously, trying to sit up only to be pinned back down by Shawn whos shooting you a serious pair of puppy eyes. “Its about you wanting a snack, not about you wanting to please me.”

He shakes his head back and forth violently, a curl now hanging loose on his forehead. “You’re a snack whether you’re bleeding or not, the blood just adds a but more excitement to the mix.”

Laying back, you cover your face with your hands, sucking up the courage to say your next words. “Fine, go ahead.”

Its not long before your pants are on the floor and Shawn is kissing up and down the insides of your thighs, sucking pretty bruises into the skin. He runs his nose along your clothed heat, inhaling deeply. His eyes meet yours, the normal honey orbs a blood red color as he licks a stripe up your heat, your underwear separating your heat from his tongue.

If it weren’t for the lack of self control on Shawns part, he could go on like this for hours, but the scent of your arousal mixed with blood was something that was driving him insane. Slowly, he pulls down your underwear, placing a kiss on both of your hip bones before dragging the material down your legs.

Sitting up, he reaches towards you to get you to open your legs. Taking on knee in both his hands, he separates your legs, a loud moan falling from him when his eyes come in contact with your core. You watch him, his face showing everything he’s feeling, and it excited you because you know that hes going to do a thorough job tonight. His eyes meet yours once more, tongue darting out to wet his plump, rosy lips as he says, “were going to be doing this all night, be ready love.”

With that, he settles himself between your legs, to gue immediately licking up your slit, the both of you moaning simultaneously. Mercilessly, his to gue dances around your clit, taking in all you have to offer. Your hands are now wrapped up in his chocolate curls, your cramps subsiding due to the pleasure you’re feeling. Your hips tried to thrash beneath him, only to be stopped by a plam placed over your stomach. He was strong enough to hold you down with little no effort.

Looking up from between your legs, breathing as even as ever, he watches you pant. You quickly begin to beg him to go back to it, trying to push his head down to your core once again. He take a moment longer to look at you before diving back in, moaning against you, his name now leaving your lips repeatedly.

“You taste,” he starts, pausing to suck your clit into his mouth, skimming it gently with one of his fangs causing you to buck your hips away from him. “You taste so good,” he mumbles into your heat, eyes closed and nose pressed against your clit as his tongue curls into you, your eyes rolling back as you arch your back.

“Im close,” you say quietly, you arent even sure he could’ve heard it.

“Hold it, im not done.” He says, coming up for a moment just to say that. Now, his fingers are added to the mix, two of them slipping into you effortlessly, pressing against your g-spot and forcing screams from you. “If you cum wihout permisson im gonna make you cum again.”

Gasping, you pull on his hair, a high pitched whine escaling you. “No im gonna be too sensitive, Shawn.” Its a lose lose scenario either way, you can cum wihout permission and have him force you over the edge for the next hour or you can try your best to hold it, knowing he’s nowhere near done with you, meaning your nowhere near close to orgasming. So, you let go.

His name fills the room, boucing off each wall and coming back to hit you like a slap in the face when his cations begin to get more aggressive, the man between your legs now determined to overstimulate you. Crying, you try to push him away, only to have him wrap both of his hands around your wrists, pinning them beside you. His chin is covered in your blood, eyes wild and begging for more as he speaks. “You made a concious decision just now to cum, you could’ve held it but you didn’t. You knew what the consequences were going to be but you didnt care, so be a good girl for me and keep your hands by your sides, this is gonna be a long night for you.”

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