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eveningsinlondontearsmeapart · 2 years

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Station 242

Type: One shot | Imagine about Shawn Rating: Rated R for BDSM Sexual Encounters Warning: this story is based heavily on BDSM Word Count: 4700+ Enjoy!

Kai's life was always fast-paced so it didn't shock anyone when she became a paramedic. She always loved to be hands-on and help people so it was a perfect fit. Since passing the test she would bounce from house to house but nothing seemed to fit for a long period. She was in the floater pool and honestly, she just wanted to find a house that would fit.

"Welcome to house 242, ambulance 120," The paramedic said. "Thank you," Kai nodded. "Nice to meet you," she said. "You too," He nodded. "Let me show you around," he said. "Thanks," she said as she followed him.

He showed her the whole firehouse and then the ambulance. Making sure she knew where everything was and didn't get mad when she asked multiple questions.

"By the way I'm Shawn," he said as he held out his hand. "I'm Kai," she said as she shook his hand. "Well Kai, let's hope you are a perfect match" he smiled. "I sure hope so" she looked at him. "Tired of floating," she admitted. "I bet," he said. "How long have you been a paramedic?" he asked. "Well I passed the test almost two years ago," she nodded. "Been floating ever since" she said. "If I knew you were out there I would have requested you" he smiled. "Really? But you don't know if I'm a good paramedic" she said. "Yea true" he nodded. "But I have a good feeling about you," he said. "Thank you," she said.

Once they finished going over the ambulance she went inside to introduce herself to everyone. For the first time, she felt welcomed. Maybe house 242 would be her new home, but only time would tell. She settled in at the table and started talking to everyone. Until they got a call and she rushed out to the rig with Mendes. It was just a medical call so it was just the ambulance pulling out. Shawn and Kai fit together like a glove, she had everything he needed before he could even ask.

"I need" he started to say before she handed him the gaze he was about to ask for. "Thanks, '' he said as he focused on the patient. "I'm going to get the stretcher," she said. "Alright," he nodded.

They loaded up the patient and she rode in the back. They dropped the patient off at the hospital and went back to the firehouse. She started to stock the ambulance as he went into the firehouse. He went straight to the chief because he wanted to make sure that he would lose Kai.

"We need to talk," Shawn said. "Sure what's up?" the chief asked. "I want to keep Kai," Shawn said. "It's only been one shift, one call," the chief chuckled slightly. "But we mess so well and she's what house 242 has been missing," Shawn said. "Wow, she impressed you," the chief said. "Yea she did," Shawn said. "I'll start the paperwork but I need to talk to Kai first to see if it's what she wants," the chief said. "Sure" Shawn nodded. "Thanks," he said as he left the office.

She closed the ambulance and went into the dining hall. Grabbing her something to eat before sitting at the table. She started to eat when another call came in. She placed the food in the refrigerator and rushed off to the ambulance.

"Busy house," she said. "Something like that," Shawn said. "The chief wants to talk to you," he said. "Oh," she sighed. "Ok thanks" she nodded as she looked out the window. "Hey you aren't in trouble," he said as he placed his hand over hers. "I'm used to it," she nodded.

They arrived at the scene and once again she didn't miss a beat. Everything he wanted she already had. It went by quickly and they were dropping the patient off at the house before they knew it. Arriving back at the station, instead of stocking the ambulance, she went to the chief's office.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me," Kai said. "Yea comes in and sit down," the chief said. "Where am I headed to next?" Kai asked. "Hopefully home and then back here for your next shift," the chief said. "Wait, you want me for more than one shift?" she asked. "We want you to stay at house 242," the chief said. "If you would have us," he said. "I would love that honestly," she said. "I'll start the paperwork, but welcome to your new house" the chief smiled. "Thank you," she said.

She had to sign a few papers before leaving the office. She made it back outside where Shawn was in the ambulance taking inventory.

"Everything looks good?" she asked. "Yes it does" he nodded. "Well house 242 is officially my house" she smiled. "Really?" he asked. "Yea that's what the chief wanted to talk about," she said. "Congrats," he said as he hugged her.

She wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest. His smell was intoxicating, and her breath caught in her throat. She looked up at him, their eyes met and it was like everyone else melted away. His breath also caught in his throat as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ears. Allowing his hand to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb against her lips. She leaned in, stepping on her tippy toes as she allowed her lips to brush against his. All of a sudden a loud crash happened and they pulled away quickly.

"Guys is everything ok?" he asked as he walked away.

She went inside the ambulance and closed the door. She was finishing up the inventory but had a hard time concentrating.

"Come on Kai you just got this house, don't fuck it up" she sighed as she sat down. "Including being involved with him" she closed her eyes. "Don't fuck this up" she said.

She finished up with the inventory and allowed him to run it through to make sure she didn't miss anything. He was very quiet as she was because they didn't know what to say. Should they address what happened or just push it under the rug and move on?

"Some of the guys are going to the bar later, do you want to join us?" he asked. "I'm not sure" she took a deep breath in. "I thought about going to a club," she said. "Club? Which one?" he asked. "The one not too far from here" she nodded. "We can meet there and have a few drinks," he suggested. "Sure" she nodded. "Thank you for today," she said. "No problem, you deserve this," he said. "Yea," she said. "See you later," she said as she left the station.

She got into her car and pulled off. Making it back to her apartment, and meeting her sister at the door when she entered. Her sister was on the way out to go to her job. They hugged and parted ways, Kai went and laid on the couch just taking a breather. She didn't realize how tired she was as she closed her eyes. She woke up to her phone going off, it was Shawn and that's when she realized what time it was.

"Guess I was tired," she said as she rubbed her eyes. She answered her phone. "I'm sorry I'll be there shortly," she said. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea just fell asleep, I'll see you soon," she said. "Ok," he chuckled slightly before hanging up.

She rushed around and got dressed, quickly brushing her hair. Then she was out the door, making her way down to the club. He was standing outside waiting for her. He offered his arm and she linked her arm around his as they entered the club. He ordered them drinks before sitting down at a table.

"I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting," she said. "It's ok," he said as he picked up his glass. "To you," he said. "To me" she smiled as she clinked glasses with him. They both took a sip of their drink. "Can we talk about what happened today?" he asked. "Outside the ambulance?" she looked at him. "Yea" he nodded. "I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry," she said. "Don't be sorry, It was something pulling us together," he said. "I liked it, wish we could have seen where it would have led," he said. "Really?" she asked as she took another sip. "Yes I do" he looked at her. "Did you have something to do with me getting to stay?" she asked. "I told the chief that you were a good fit," he said. "Oh ok," she nodded. "Was it because you like me?" she asked. "I like you as a person and you fit perfectly at house 242," he said. "Plus I've never had a pandemic so quick before," he said. "Are you just saying that?" she questioned. "No, I'm not," he said. "Now dance with me," he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

She grabbed his hand and followed him out onto the dance floor. They moved together to the beat of the music, getting pretty close to each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close. He leaned in, allowing his lips to linger against hers to see what she would do. She smiled against his lips before kissing him softly. He grabbed the back of her head, keeping the kiss between them. She tugged at his bottom lip as she pulled away.

"You can't handle me," she whispered in his ear. "Try me" he whispered into her ear. "Are you dominant?" she asked. "What?" He looked at her. "As in dominant in the bedroom?" he asked. "Yes I love to be dominated," she smiled. "Wouldn't you love to find out" he smiled. "Don't tease me now" she said. "Don't question me, kitten" he said into her ear. "So the tiger is willing to play" She smiled as she danced with him.

They finished their dance and went back to the table. They ordered more drinks and time started slipping away. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer to him. He didn't have to say anything but she nodded and stayed close to him. He paid for the drinks and led her out of the club. He hailed a cab and opened the door for her. She got into the car and he followed, as they were driving to his place. He grabbed her chin to make her look at him, demanding her attention. He leaned in, kissing her softly but showing her his power. She kissed him back keeping the same intensity, he pushed her back against the seat. Nuding her legs open with his hand, running his hand along her thigh.

"What are your rules? and your safeword?" he asked. "Safeword is the color system" she tried to focus on his questions. "And I don't have rules," she said. "Nothing is off-limits?" he asked as he moved his hand up her thigh, edging closer to her center. "Limits um" she tried to slow her breathing but it was hopeless. "No pee or blood, no cutting," she said. "Is that it, kitten? Now give me your full attention" he said as he grabbed her chin again. "Yes that's it, sir," she said as she looked at him. "Speak your safewords kitten," he said as he brushed her center with his thumb. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means go," she said as her breath caught in her throat. "Good girl" he smirked as he knew he was driving her wild. "We are here," he said as the car came to a stop. He paid the driver and got out of the car, reaching for her hand. She grabbed his hand and followed him up to his apartment. He unlocked the door and opened it, allowing her to enter first. He followed and closed the door behind him before grabbing her neck, and pushing her against the wall. He pressed himself against her as he kissed her softly, moving his lips down to her neck.

"No sounds" he whispered before he started sucking against her neck.

She nodded as she didn't want to displease him. Controlling her breathing as she tried not to make a sound. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He pulled her closer to him, moving her towards the couch. She grabbed his hand and decided to lead him into the bedroom where things would be more comfortable. He grabbed the handcuffs off the table as she lay on the bed. He made quick work of her clothes before handcuffing her to the bed.

"Do you have any toys?" he asked. "In the nightstand" she responded.

He looked through her nightstand and pulled out a small bullet. It was small but it was powerful enough to get the job done. He moved over top of her, nudging her legs open with his knee. He leaned over and kissed her softly, moving to her neck. He turned on the bullet and hovered over her skin with it. At first on her stomach and then down to her thigh moving slowly. She bit her lip so she wouldn't make a sound. He moved the bullet closer to her center, teasing her slightly. He placed the bullet on her nub, sending pleasure through her body. She moved her hips towards him as she wanted more, she wanted him. He smirked as he knew he was teasing her, edging her closer to a climax.

"Whine for me, kitten," he said. "Please I need you" she moaned. "You need what? Use your big girl words" he said. "I need you, I want you inside me," she said.

He moved off the bed and undid his belt, allowing his pants to fall on the floor. He stepped out of them and grabbed a condom from her nightstand. Slipping on himself before moving back over to her. He slipped his tip up and down her slit, rubbing against her swollen nub.

"Don't worry I'm going to give you what you need" he whispered into her ear. "Please," she said as she moved her hips with his.

He shifted his hips and pushed himself into her. She allowed her moans to escape her lips as he soon pulled back up. Then he pushed himself in her again and started to thrust. His thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all of her spots. Even spots she didn't know she had, sent pleasure down her spine.

"Don't hold back, I want to hear you," he said.

She arched her back and allowed her moans to escape her lips. He knew she was close so he angled his hips and hit her deepest spot. Sending her over the edge, he gripped her hips allowing her to enjoy the moment. As she came down he started to thrust into her again. It wasn't too much longer before he also climaxed. He pulled out and threw the condom away. He undid the handcuffs and rubbed her wrist, to soothe the marks. He left the bedroom and grabbed her a glass of water, returning and handing it to her. After she drank the water he went into the bathroom and started a hot bath.

"Come here," he said as he reached for her hand. "Thanks" she nodded as she followed him.

Aftercare was just important as the sex and he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. After the hot bath, they both lay in the bed. She snuggled closer to him resting her head against his chest. He was running his hand through her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He fell asleep soon after, in the morning she was awakened by the smell of coffee. She sat up in the bed and stretched, she was about to get up when he entered with breakfast.

"I thought you would like breakfast in bed," he said as he placed the tray over her lap. "Wow thank you," she said. "A girl could get used to this" she smiled. "And that's a problem?" he asked as he kissed her forehead. "No" she looked up at him. "This didn't happen," he said. "We are just co-workers" he looked at her. "Yea" she nodded. "Of course," she said. "Have a good day" he said as he kissed her cheek and he left her apartment.

She finished eating breakfast and went to clean up the mess. To her surprise, he already cleaned up and all she had was the plate her food was on. He was too perfect for words and she wanted him but she knew she could not have him. Well not in a relationship way anyways, maybe they could have fun at night time again. She should have realized that he was a dom because the club they went to was a BDSM club. They just didn't go towards the back room and kept it up front with the drinks. She took the day to recover from their intense scene. Just curled up in the bed with a good book and took it easy. The next morning she woke up and got ready for work.

"Ok nothing happened," she said to herself in the mirror. "Oh but it did" she smiled to herself.

She finished getting ready for work and headed out the door. She stopped by Starbucks quickly to get her coffee before making it to the fire station. She walked in and put her bag into her locker, sitting at the table just looking through her phone.

"So Kai, that's your name?" someone asked. "Yes it's Kai" she nodded as she looked at them. "Is that short for something?" he asked. "Yes it is, my full name is Katherina but I like Kai '' she nodded. "Cool," he said. "I'm Sky," he said. "Nice to finally know some names," she said. "Of course," he said. "Well you know me," Shawn said as he sat beside her. "Well you are my partner so I had to know it," she said. "True," he said. "We didn't see you at the bar the other night," Sky said. "I had other plans," She said. "It was for you, for you staying at 242," Toby said as he said down. "I'm Toby by the way," he said. "Was it? I had no clue" she said. "I'm sorry, maybe we could redo it?" she asked. "Yea another time," Toby said. "Were you with Shawn?" he asked. "No I wasn't, I had other plans" she nodded. "Just because I wasn't at the bar doesn't mean I was with her, '' Shawn said as he rolled his eyes. "You are never with a girl," Sky said. "And?" Shawn said. "Are you batting for the other team?" Sky asked. "No," Shawn said. "He's private about his private life, give him a break," Kai said. "Exactly," Shawn said.

Before Sky and Toby could say something a call came in. Kai and Shawn both rushed out the door and were on the way to the call.

"Thanks back there," He said. "It's ok," she nodded as she looked out the window. "What's wrong kitten?" he asked as he placed his hand on her leg. "Nothing," she said. "Are you sure?" he asked as he slipped his hand up higher. "Yea just working," she said as she pushed his hand away. "You are playing a dangerous game," he whispered. "And if I enjoy it?" she asked as she placed her hand over his crotch. "I like being punished," she whispered into his ear. "Oh, kitten" he moaned slightly at her touch. "Be careful" he said as he parked the ambulance and grabbed her chin so she was looking at him. "I like playing with fire," she said as she looked at him. "Punish me," she said as she pulled away. "Oh I will kitten," he said as he got out of the ambulance.

They went on with the call like professionals and went back to the firehouse. She stocked up on what they used as he went to hang out with the guys. Once she finished stocking up the ambulance she made her way into the kitchen. It was her turn to cook lunch and she couldn't wait for everyone to taste her cooking. She still wanted to impress everyone at the firehouse, not just Shawn. She called everyone in and serviced lunch and it was a big hit. Everyone loved it and wanted seconds, she sat at the table and just smiled.

"Someone is happy with themselves," Shawn said as he sat beside her. "And what if I am?" she asked. "It's good to be proud of yourself," he said. "You fit in here perfectly" he looked at her. "Yes I do," she nodded.

He patted her back before getting up, moving closer to the guys. She just watched him and she just couldn't figure him out. One moment he was her master and then other times he gave her the cold shoulder. She shrugged it off and went to clean up after lunch. She didn't get that far into doing the dishes before they got another call.

"KAI COME ON" he yelled. "I AM!" she snapped back as she ran out to the ambulance.

He pulled right out and the whole ride was silent. It seems like he was driving more urgently than he has ever to an emergency. They finally arrived at the scene and he just rushed out of the ambulance. Ran inside while Kai got everything ready, trying to rush as quickly as he. Once Kai entered the house she noticed blood right away. She finally made it to where Shawn was, he was over the patient, holding a towel over the wound.

"HELP" Shawn yelled. "I got this" Kai nodded as she kneeled, removing Shawn's hands. "Go!" she said. "I'm not leaving," Shawn said. "It's personal for you so I got this! You need to go" she said as she worked on the patient. "THIS IS MY SISTER, I'M NOT GOING" he yelled. "GET OUT OF MY SCENE NOW" Kai yelled.

The police officer that was on the scene made Shawn walk out of the house. Kai did everything she could to make the patient stable before sending her off to the hospital. Shawn rode in the back of the ambulance with his sister. Kai called the chief and told him what was going on. She sat in the waiting room with Shawn, just being there for him.

"I'm sorry" he whispered. "You have nothing to be sorry about," she said as she rubbed his back. "It's family," she said. "Thanks" he leaned his head against her shoulder. "I got you," she said.

They finally came out and gave Shawn an update, his sister was going to be fine. He went quickly to see her before they left the hospital. He called a cab and helped Kai inside the car. He sat next to her and the ride was silent once again. The cab finally came to a stop, Shawn paid for it and got out of the car. He held out his hand to Kai, she grabbed it and got out of the car.

"Are you sure you want me here?" she asked as she shut the car door. "Of course" he nodded as they walked up to the door, he quickly unlocked it and allowed her to enter. "I don't expect anything," she said. "I just want to be here for you," she said. "Thank you, I appreciate it but I want something to take my mind off it," he said as he grabbed her by the neck, pushing her against the wall. She didn't have a chance to speak as his lips were against hers, the moment she hit the wall. He grabbed her wrist, pushing her arms above her head. Moving his lips down to her neck, gently nibbling as he moved down.

"I want to play a game," he said as he looked at her. "I'm all yours," she said. "Good, repeat your safewords for me," he said as he picked her up, placing her on the sofa. "Red means stop, yellow means I'm confused and green means I'm good," she said. "Good kitten" he smirked as he removed her pants and panties. "So I'm going to eat you out but you can't make a noise and you can move your legs," he said as he looked at her. "Ok," she nodded.

He moved between her legs, kissing down her legs. Moving his lips up slowly over her inner thighs. Moving closer to her center, gently teasing her with his tongue. He ran his tongue up her slit, parting her lips as he started sucking at her nub. She bit her lip as she kept as quiet as she could. He held down her hips as he went between sucking and using his tongue on her center. She arched her back as she was edging closer to a climax.

"Scream," he said as he pushed two fingers into her, bringing her to her climax. "SHAWN" She screamed as she had an orgasm. "Good girl" he smiled as he sat up. "Let me help you out," she said as she sat up. "I'm fine," he said. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes I am," he nodded. "Just wanted to please you," he said. "You sure know how to do that" she kissed his cheek softly.

She grabbed her pants and panties, slipping them back on. All of a sudden the front door opened as she was pulling up her pants. She stood up and saw another woman standing in the doorway.

"Who the hell is this?" both Kai and the women said. "Oh, shit," he said as he got up from the couch. "Oh shit?" Kai asked as she crossed her arms. "Who the hell is this Shawn?" the woman asked. "This Kai, she's my new partner at work," Shawn said. "Oh nice to meet you," the woman said. "Doesn't explain who you are," Kai said. "Oh I'm Samantha, Shawn's wife," Samantha said as she wrapped her arm around Shawn. "Nice to meet you," Kai said. "I should go," she said as she grabbed her bag. "I'll see you at work," Shawn said as he watched Kai leave.

Kai slammed the door as she left, calling a cab. She waited for the cab and once it arrived she went to the nearest bar. She needed to drink Shawn off her mind and what they just did. Shot after shot, the minutes turned into hours.

"Bar is closed," the bartender said. "Thanks," Kai said. "You need a ride home?" he asked. "No, I'll be fine, thanks," Kai said as she left the bar.

She finally made it back home and went straight to bed. She knew she would have one hell of a hangover the next morning. In the morning she woke up when the sun started peeking through the curtains. She sat up and placed her head down in her head as everything came rushing back to her.

"He has a wife?" she asked. "That explains why he's so hot and cold and why he said nothing happened," she sighed. "It was too good to be true anyway" she pulled herself out of the bed.

She went on with her day as she normally did. Ignoring Shawn's messages and calls and just rested the day. She started to worry that it would end her days at Station 242. She was finally feeling like she was home, but guess it was short-lived. How could she work along with Shawn knowing what she knew? Knowing that she was a homewrecker, knowing that deep down she wanted him. Would she end her days at station 242? Would she ever listen to Shawn's side of the story? She had so many questions but in reality, she didn't want to find the answers.

"Stop calling me," she said as she placed her phone down as someone knocked on the door. "Hold on," she said.

She made her way to the door and opened it, standing there was Shawn. She tried to close the door because she wasn't ready to face him but he put his foot down. She just stood there and stared at him, not knowing what to say.

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multifandomworldsposts · 5 months

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Day 19 of Kinkmas: Taking a Bath With Shawn

pairing: Shawn Mendes x fem!reader

warning: unprotected sex (pls be safe)

Y/N’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s that?”

“a bubble bath.”

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

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

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

“Are you enjoying the bath honey?”

“Mmm yes, it feels good.” i moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“go on a normal speed please.”

Shawn stops and fell next to me and breathed heavily.

“That was amazing.” i say breathing heavily.

“Are you going to quit the job now?”

“Yes.”

Shawn grabs his phone and starts to call my work.

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

“What did he say?”

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

“So I’ve heard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Round 2?” he says smirking.

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 1 year

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Sex on the Beach

Pairing(s): Shawn Mendes x male reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: bottom male reader, top Shawn Mendes, Shawn fucks like a feral animal, spanking, some dirty talk, ass eating, and beach sex

Summary: You and Shawn have steamy sex at a private beach.

Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m not dead! I just lose motivation quickly. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

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You sigh in comfort, laying down on your stomach as you feel the sun beam down upon half of your body, the other half underneath the shade of an umbrella, and the wind cooling your body as you lay on the soft blanket that covers the hot sand. You could hear seagulls squawking in the background.

Those creatures are most likely fighting over food.

Loud ocean waves crash against the nearby rock formations, and the gentle waves crash against the beach sand.

It was an amazing day to go to the beach. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your boyfriend coming close. “M/n!”

You turn your head to the right as you see Shawn wearing nothing but his swimming shorts. You couldn’t help but admire his body.

His lean-muscular body had some hair around his pecs and abs. His body glowed in the sunlight. He looked like he came out of a beach scene from a romance movie. You unconsciously licked your lips.

“You like what you see?” Shawn said as he noticed your long stare. Your face turned red as Shawn chuckled before taking his place next to you.

“You know, you need sunscreen to protect yourself from the sun! Here, let me help you.” Shawn said, pulling out the cream from the container near the umbrella.

Shawn squirted some before getting behind you. You could feel his hands and long fingers massaging the cream over your back.

You moan as Shawn continues massaging the cream, but that changes as you feel Shawn press his crotch against your ass. Smirking deviously, you begin to grind against his crotch. Feeling his cock getting hard.

Shawn freezes as he feels your bubble butt. He growls as his hands move down and grab your ass and knead it like it was dough. You whimpered but continued to tease him.

“So, you wanna tease me with his fat ass?” Shawn pulls your shorts and begins to slap your ass. He smirks at the recoil and the red hand marks. You moan loudly as Shawn continues his attacks on your ass.

Suddenly, you felt your lower half pulled up, your ass now in front of Shawn’s mouth. Shawn was salivating at the sight and dived into the canyon. You gripped the blanket tightly as Shawn’s tongue penetrated your hole.

Shawn ravaged your ass like a wild animal. Spreading your asscheeks apart and slapping them. One of his hands slowly begins to stroke your aching cock, already leaking pre-cum from the head.

Your mind was getting foggy and it felt like your brain was turning into mush as Shawn continued to stroke your cock and eat your ass. Then, Shawn heard a loud moan when his tongue hit a certain part inside you.

‘So, that’s his prostate?’ With the new knowledge, Shawn repeatedly assaulted your prostate. Soon, you were a moaning mess as your cock throbbed in pain, needing a release. Shawn could sense you were close and began to stroke faster.

“Ahh⁓” You moan as your cock throbbed before shooting it load all over Shawn’s hand and the blanket. You were allowed to calm down for a moment before Shawn flipped you over onto your backside.

Shawn pulled down his shorts along with his striped boxers to reveal his throbbing cock. You were mentally drooling at the sight of the thing.

His cock looked to be 6 inches (15.52cm) with some thickness as well. A prominent vein running down the center along smaller ones, nicely trimmed pubic hair, and nice egg size melons. (Melons - balls.)

“See what you do to me, baby?” He then proceeds to slap his cock against your already hard one. Shawn positions himself right in the middle, putting both of your legs to the side of his waist.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Shawn says, aiming his cock to your entrance. You nodded your head. Shawn slowly pushed his cock inside you. His eyes and head rolled back in pleasure as your tight heat swallowed him whole.

“Shawny⁓” you moaned, gripping the blanket harder and arching your back. You slowly pushed back until swallowing his entire cock. Biting your lips, feeling the large cock throbbing inside.

“F-fuck…” His nails dug into your hips as he could feel your ass clenching around him. Shawn leaned down to your neck, leaving kisses and hickies. “Fuck me like an animal.” you whispered into his ear.

Shawn growls before pulling back, leaving only the head, then gives one big thrust. You moaned at the top of your lungs as if all the oxygen was knocked out. Shawn kept repeating the action, his cock always hitting your prostate.

Your brain was turning into mush, the surrounding area becoming blurry. The constant abuse of your prostate was sending so many signals through your nerve system as if it was about to go into overdrive.

It felt like you two were the only ones there, it was a private beach so of course you’re gonna be the only ones. You could hear both loud moans and groans along with the wet squelching sound of Shawn pounding your ass like an animal in heat, and skin slapping skin.

Both of your orgasms were close as Shawn thrust harder into you. You could see a small stomach bulge appearing. “I-I’m… close…” Shawn said, pulling and bringing your whole body closer to him.

“Me too!” wrapping your arms around Shawn’s neck. After a few more aggressive thrusts, Shawn gave one final thrust, flooding your insides with white. Cock throbbing inside your tight heat, kept spurting more.

You also came to an orgasm, your cock spurting load after load onto Shawn’s abdomen, balls tightening and throbbing.

“We should do this more often.”

THE END

A/N: It's been so long since I’ve written smut! I hope this fic was good! Bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

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

Word count:~500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cashmeremars · 10 months

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𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 || 𝐬.𝐦

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

summary: shawn stumbles upon a coffee shop while on tour and becomes infatuated with the waitress

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long... but i promise you’re in for a surprise...

The heat of Amsterdam was relentless as Shawn continued to roam the unfamiliar streets of the city. Crossing bridges and tripping over loose rubble, Shawn sighed as his eyes scanned the stores lining the streets, hoping to find a place to settle down before heading back to his tour bus. He watched as a bicycle rider rode past him before slowing down and stopping at what seemed to be a cafe. He adjusted his jacket before reaching for his phone and checking the time. He had around 2 hours before he was expected to be back on the tour bus. Shawn smiled to himself as he followed the path the bicycle rider had just taken to get to the cafe down the street.

As Shawn approached the front door of the cafe, he snapped a quick picture of the shop name just in case he needed to send his location to his manager. A mellow bell rang throughout the cafe as he pushed the door open. The smell of cinnamon and warm coffee danced through the air as he inhaled. The cafe was quaint, with landscape paintings lining the walls. Jazz music whispered under the sound of clanking dishes.

Shawn sighed as he sat himself down at a booth nearest to the corner of the cafe, to ensure that no potential fans could spot him. The cafe was quite empty, as it was 2 pm on a weekday. A stained menu on the side of the table caught his eye. He reached over with a sigh, grabbing the corners of the menu to avoid touching the brown stains. A frown etched itself on his forehead as he flipped through the menu, the words splattering the page were close enough to English to follow along, but not enough to fully comprehend. Dutch, Shawn whispered to himself. He was in Amsterdam after all.

Shawn dropped the menu, opting to fiddle with the slightly tattered fabric of the booth, watching silhouettes walk past the cafe window. He closed his eyes, bopping his head along to the music flooding the cafe.

“Are you new here?” A voice intruded Shawn’s entrancement.

“Uh, yeah,” Shawn spoke. He felt his breath constrict as he made eye contact with you. He’d truly never seen anyone as beautiful. “How could you tell?” Shawn spoke with a soft smile. He felt his heartbeat begin to pick up.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and you also looked a little clueless,” You point out with a laugh.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m just here on tour. I’m a singer,” Shawn explains.

“That’s cool,” you reply, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Grammy-nominated,” Shawn stammered. You nod, and his face flushed as he acknowledged his failed attempt at boasting.

“Right,” you smile before pulling out a notepad and pen from your waist apron, “So, what would you like to order?” you say after a beat of silence.

“Right. Right, of course.” Shawn stammered, “I don’t really know what’s good here, and I can’t really read the menu,” He says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Ahh. I’m assuming you want me to tell you?” you question.

“If that’s what you want, then sure. Tell me what’s good here.” Shawn spoke as he leaned forward on the table, leaning his head on his hand. He watched as you twirled the pen between your fingers. You were mesmerizing to him. You had an aura that was carefree yet so captivating.

“What do you like?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“Something sweet,” Shawn spoke, “like you,” he continued with a speck of confidence.

“Oh. I see.” You hesitate to laugh.

“Sorry, was that a bit much?” He asked as his confidence crumbled.

“Yeah, it was a little cheesy,” You reply, tapping the notepad with your pen.

“Right.” Shawn’s could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“You still want something sweet?” You asked. He perked up as he sensed remnants of a flirty subtext. “On the menu, I mean.” You clarify, now just as flustered as Shawn was just a moment ago.

“Yeah for sure. Maybe a brownie?” he fumbled with the menu once more, hoping that he’d ordered something that was an actual option.

“Anything else?” You ask keeping your eyes on the notepad as you scribble Shawn’s order.

“A cup of coffee,” Shawn took a deep breath in, “And your number?” he exhaled, squinting slightly to gauge your reaction. Your pen halts as your eyes pan to his.

“Uh, coming right up.” You tilt your head before making your way back to the counter.

Shawn sighed deeply once you were out of sight. He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t breathing properly until you’d left, leaving him to stew in his own embarrassment. He’d never behaved so awkwardly in his life, and yet you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He could’ve chalked it up to your food service hospitality, but he sensed a glint of something unfamiliar in your eyes. She was charmed, he thought to himself.

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“Your order, sir.” You carefully place the coffee in front of Shawn before positioning the brownie a bit off to the side. The smell of fresh cocoa from the brownie melted his senses as he eyed the careful foam art floating on top of his coffee. He’d definitely have to visit again.

“Shawn,” he said, “Mendes. Shawn Mendes.” He continued, placing his hand on his chest briefly. He watched her carefully in hopes that she’d recognized his name.

“Already skipping the formalities?” You say as you wipe your hands on your apron.

“Sure are.” He replies, “You don’t have a name tag?” He asked, eyeing the spot on your shirt where your name tag should be.

“Yeah,” You took a quick look down at your uniform and shrugged, “It keeps me mysterious,” You continued.

“Mysterious. That’s cool.” Shawn nods once, pursing his lips.

“Very,” you reply, glancing around the cafe briefly.

“Do I get to know your name?” Shawn said as you began to walk away.

“But then what would happen to the mystery?” You quipped before disappearing behind the counter once again.

The soft music tangled with the saccharine aroma of the coffee. He closed his eyes, as he revelled in the serene atmosphere of the empty cafe. There were no fans to bombard him, and no cameras to observe him. Nobody to perform for, or to pretend for. Just him, a cup of coffee, a brownie, and a girl who made his heart spring.

Shawn scrolled through his phone as he gradually made his way through the honeyed meal. He watched his DMs flood full of Instagram models and influencers, but none of them compared to the waitress whose name he didn’t even know.

“Here’s your bill, Shawn.” You lay the piece of paper in front of Shawn’s empty cup, and crumb-filled plate.

“Thank you.” He looks up with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “So, when can I get your number?” He asks.

“It’ll be a surprise.” you shrug.

“So, are you always working here?” Shawn asks as you’re about to walk away once again.

“I work on weekends if that’s what you’re asking” you reply, “Is there a reason why you need to know, Shawn?” you asked.

“Well, I’m only here this week for my concert, so-”

“You’re gonna try to woo me over during the short period of time you’re here?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Precisely,” He quipped.

“Well, you’re very persistent, Shawn.”

“I usually am.” Shawn knew that wasn’t true. Truthfully, he was always nervous whenever he had to speak to a girl he was fond of. He was already quite introverted as is, and speaking to you made him feel like he had frogs in his throat.

“Charming. Well, we’ll see how your quest goes,” you laugh.

“When do you get off work?” he asked.

“Later tonight,” you said.

“Then, I’ll be waiting right here.” Shawn folds his hands together, placing them on the table.

“Of course, you will, Prince Charming,” you raise your eyebrows in amusement as you lean over to collect the empty cup and plate.

“Does that make you my Cinderella?” he asked.

“I see the wooing has begun. Too bad I have to get back to my shift,” you turn, leaving him with the bill.

Shawn grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, paying for the bill before texting his manager that he might be back a little later than expected.

“Excuse me? Are you Shawn?” A man with bulky glasses and a thick accent approached the table with a stone-cold expression.

“Yes, I am.” Shawn’s back straightened instinctively as he felt himself start to tense.

“Well, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” He gestures to the door and sends a single nod of his head in Shawn’s direction.

“Pardon?” Shawn locks his phone, placing it on the table.

“Well, it seems that your excessive flirting with one of our employees has made her quite uncomfortable, to say the least,” The man explains. Shawn looks down and notices the similarities between the man uniform and the waitress’s uniform. He also notices the name tag sitting neatly on the man’s black shirt.

“What?” Shawn’s eyebrows furrow together. He was hoping that he’d misheard due to the man’s accent.

“You asked for her number, what days she worked, what time she gets off, and then said that you would stay until she was done working. I mean, that’s a bit much don’t you think, sir?” The man folded his arms as his face remained stoic.

“I was just trying to-” Shawn hesitates to explain. He knew that he was awkward and nervous at times, but he didn’t expect that he could misread a situation so incorrectly.

“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. It very clearly did not work,” The man said. His gaze bores into Shawn’s. The longer the man stared, the more Shawn felt his own composure falter. “Will you be leaving?” The man asked. Shawn snaps out of his fear-induced trance, scrambling for his phone as he shoves his wallet into his back pocket.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’ll get going. Tell her I’m sorry about all of that.” Shawn’s hands flail wildly as he tries to explain while struggling to get out of his seat.

“Thank you for visiting our coffee shop. You probably shouldn’t come back.” The man pats Shawn’s back as he escorts him out of the cafe.

“Yeah, uh… yeah, thank you for the experience,” He mumbled.

Shawn left the shop with a belly full of coffee, a half-eaten brownie, and the urge to throw it all up.

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shawnxstyles · 9 months

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hii are you taking requests rn? if you are could you pls pls do some hcs of shawn during sex if that’s okay hahaha like anything’s fine. i just feel like i haven’t seen shawn content like anywhere that much for a while so some hcs would be nice. if not it’s okay. i love your work keep it upppp :)

shawn head-cannons #1 (smut)

note: i haven’t posted for shawn in a longgg time even though i have requests. i’m taking a break from work right now, so why not just do this one real quick? enjoy!

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➪ firstly, shawn loves touching you. his hands always find their way around your waist, holding yours, massaging your shoulders, etc.

➪ shawn loves kissing your neck and whispering into your ears. he likes to be as close as possible to hear your breath pick up. he loves to hear the effect he has on you.

➪ shawn ALWAYS makes sure you come first. the way you whimper as your orgasm approaches drives him fucking crazy. sometimes he’ll make you come more than once. raw and sore until you’re begging him to stop

“again.” “but shawn—” “just one more, baby. i know you can. need to taste you.”

➪ sometimes when he wakes up before you, he just HAS to get a taste. he loves to lick every inch inside and outside of your folds. you usually grapple onto his curls as you wake up until your fingers are entangled. your trembling and shaky grasp always makes him dizzily horny.

➪ when his fingers are deep inside your cunt, he keeps a slow, taunting pace. he edges you by removing one of his three fingers. you would whine into the air until he gave in, thrusting into you with a vicious hand.

➪ shawn’s name is muscle memory on your tongue. the second his hands are on you and making you feel bliss, you’re chanting his name like a mantra into the air. nothing boosts his ego like your needy sounds for him.

“shawn, fuck, oh my god.” “so pretty with my name in your mouth.”

➪ when you’re desperate and needy, shawn will egg you on until you’re begging for his cock.

➪ he tries his hardest to be stern, but he’s really a big softie, and will give you whatever you wanted in time.

➪ shawn pushes himself into you with his long cock, stretching you out until you’re blind with dizziness. his strokes are slow, making you feel every inch of him a million times more.

➪ each rock is eye-rolling; a fire igniting in the pits of your stomach every time. when he rests his hand on the hidden bulge of your tummy, you squeal and clench around him.

➪ he loves watching your face as you come; scrunched eyes and eyebrows, back arching, and hands scratching.

“you’re so pretty when you come, baby.”

➪ and of course, shawn makes sure to leave his marks are you. sore bruises around your neck, breasts, and thighs. yes, he might be a softie for you, but you’re his. and everyone needs to know that.

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i hope i did this right?? i’ve never done head-cannons beforeee

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shiningshawns · 5 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this is so bad my apologies honestly i cannot write fanfics

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yournameoneverypage · 2 years

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Aw, Nuts

NSFW 18+ / Minors, please DNI…

Word Count: ~4.8k

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

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

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

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

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

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

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

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

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

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

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

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

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

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

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

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

///

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

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

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

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

///

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

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

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

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

///

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

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

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

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

“Always. You know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

His stuttering is positively endearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Imma crush you.”

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

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

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

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

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Thinking of you

Shawn Mendes x Female reader

Summary: The reader receives a gift from Shawn while he is away on a guy's trip.

Warning(s): SEX TOYS MASTURBATION

a/n: I had so much fun writing this piece. I think it's my best work so far. Remember to reblog if you want to see more stuff like this. Don’t be afraid to comment. 🫶✨

The constant ringing of your phone wakes you up. You disconnect it from its charger and roll to the other side of the bed. You have two missed calls from Shawn and decide to call him back. Just in case something happened.

*Phone rings*

“Good. You’re awake” a brisk voice answers the phone. Causing you to instantly blush of how excited he sounded just to hear back from you. “Hey babe, is everything alright?” you respond to the cheerful guy. “Yes. Everything is alright. I just got a little anxious going into the airport, but I felt better when Mike arrived.” You could tell he was trying to mask how anxious he really got. “Airports are anxiety inducing. I totally get it.” you say trying to validate his feelings. “Yeah. Thank you, y/n. Anyways, I ordered a little something for you. It should be at the door any minute now.” he says. “Mmm… I wonder what it could be.” you respond jokingly.

After a little while of talking on the phone with Shawn. You get an alert on your phone from the outdoor security camera detecting movement. “It's here” you tell Shawn who is still on the phone with you. You proceed to put him on speaker and head to the door. When you opened it you didn't expect what you were seeing. It was a picnic basket with a bouquet of red carnations wrapped in brown kraft paper. Inside laid a beautiful plate of chocolate waffles with strawberries on top and just beside it there was a small pink bag with sparkly tissue paper.

You struggle getting the basket inside without it tumbling to the ground. Shawn is laughing at the sound of you grunting trying to lift the basket onto the kitchen counter. “Babe, stop laughing. If you make me laugh my arms get even more weak.” you comment laughing. “I’ll stop. Damn… I really miss you.” you could tell he was telling the truth from the change in his tone. “Do you see a little bag?” he asks. “Yes. I am opening it now.” The tissue paper ruffles as you take it out of the bag revealing the inside. “Omg! Shawn!” you scream.

You take the item out. You feel your face getting instantly red. “I wish I could see your face right now.” He responds playfully. You’ve never owned a toy before of any shape or form…not even vibrating panties. Well, there is clearly a first time for everything.

“Umm… Should I put them on?” you ask him nervously. “Yes, but first I am switching to FaceTime.” The phone rings changing into FaceTime. You answer the phone and place it leaning on a vase in your kitchen counter. This way Shawn could get a good view of everything. The black laced fabric tickles your soft skin as you put them on. “Oh- they look so good on you.” he says as he comes into view. His hands flew to rest on his head. “I love how you look with just a top and panties.” he says, biting his lip.

You feel so good when he talks that way about you. You love when he reassures you.

“Doesn't this need a remote?” you ask him. “Yes, I have it…It’s an app on my phone so I can control it at anytime, anywhere. Saying this, I want you to wear them all day.” he responds with a smirk on his face. “You are so bad” you respond. “Look, I have to go now, but please don’t take them off, okay?” he says. “Okay. Bye. I love you” you respond. “I love you.” he says as he hangs up.

The fact of having to wear this all day knowing that it could go off at any given moment gave you massive anxiety. You needed to get some stuff done for the apartment before Shawn came back from the guy’s trip, so you went to the grocery store. You threw on some sweatpants and one of his baggy white shirts to try and disguise the fact that there is a bullet sized vibrator inside your panties.

Arriving at the grocery store everything is running smoothly. He still hasn't activated it. At this point you thought it was all a joke and he really wasn't going to do anything. He probably wanted you to die of anticipation or embarrassment. You proceed to cross things off your list. This was going to take a while because you took the shopping cart with the bad wheel. Every movement you made a squeak followed.

You found yourself at the cereal aisle when a subtle buzz started coming from your pants. “Oh- fuck.” you said out loud. The old lady next to you stared at you with a serious face. “These prices are crazy right?” you said to her trying to hide that your man was having a field day in your pants. Shawn was going crazy with the buttons, alternating from slow to fast. You can’t deny it felt so good, but this can’t be happening right now. Not at the grocery store. You grab the cereal and sprint to the cash register to pay for the few items you crossed off.

Luckily there weren't a lot of people in line. You crossed your legs and acted like you really needed to pee. Hopefully, this would help you distract yourself.

You finally paid for everything, grabbed the bags and fast walked to your car. “God. Fuck.” you screamed getting into your car. You rested your head on the steering wheel to hide your face from the people walking up and down the parking lot as you came in your panties. “Wtf?!” you said laughing. You grabbed your phone to text Shawn.

Phone messages read:

Shawn: How was it?

y/n: I came in my car at the grocery store parking lot.

Shawn: Baby, you are so bad.

y/n: Shut up! I love you.

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mendessimp · 2 years

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husband

he's a sculptured greek god

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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Lucid Dreaming

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

wc: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shawn was nowhere to be found.

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

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

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

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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ABOUT ME + WHO I WRITE ABOUT + MASTERLIST 🪩🫶🏻

my name is cassy, my pronouns is she/her, i’m a fan of a bunch of humans including fictional humans :))

WHO I WRITE ABOUT

Elvis Presley (& his characters)

Austin Butler (& his characters)

Top Gun Maverick

Teen Wolf

Top Gun

The Vampire Diaries

Outerbanks

The Outsiders

Harry Styles

Shawn Mendes

Marvel

80s/90s actors (ur choice)

Justin Bieber

One Direction

5 Seconds of Summer

Sam & Colby

Big Time Rush

Saved By The Bell

beverly hills, 90210

my life with the walter boys

The Iron Claw

🫶🏻 MASTERLIST 🫶🏻

🎃🕷️ Kinktober 2023 ☠️👻

❄️🧤Kinkmas 2023 ☃️🛷

OuterBanks 🌴🐚

The Night We Met - JJ Maybank

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

That Damn Cadillac - Rafe Cameron

POV: ur dating Pope Hayward

dating jj maybank would include…

taking care of him - JJ Maybank

dating John B would include....

Our Little Secret - JJ Maybank

POV: ur dating JJ Maybank

You're The Love Of My Life - Pope Hayward

At The Beach House - Rafe Cameron

DC & MARVEL 🗡️

Love Story - Aquaman

Austin Butler 😍

Trouble - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

We Met In Tampa - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

POV: ur dating Austin Butler

fais moi l’amour - Pt. 1

Top Gun/Maverick 🛩️😎🤎

The Pilot I Fell In Love With - Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Maverick’s Assistant - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

POV: ur dating Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

POV: ur dating Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Champagne & Sunshine - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Shawn Mendes 🎸

Confession

because i liked a boy

Teen Wolf 🐺

POV: ur dating Isacc Lahey

POV: ur dating Stiles Stilinski

The Outsiders 🚬

POV: ur dating Ponyboy Curtis

POV: ur dating Dallas Winston

Elvis Presley 🎸🥰

My Manager's Daughter

Youtubers ▶️♥️

POV: ur dating Colby Brock

Harry Styles 🫶🏻🩷

POV: ur dating Harry Styles

Louis Tomlinson 🖤

POV: ur dating Louis Tomlinson

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 2 years

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Sunny Days

Pairings : fem!reader x shawnmendes

Warnings : swearing, garden sex, some fluff, some dirty talk but not too much.

Word Count : 1.4k

You're lips connected so softly as his hands took a firm hold on your hips. His fingers gripping the flesh quite nicely, as the grass poked through the blanket tickling his bare back quite nicely.

It had only been a few months since the two of you moved in together. The house wasn't too big, and in a perfectly nice gated suburban area. Safe from paparazzi and crazy fans who just had to convinced your boyfriend he they were soulmates. It was quite and peaceful, and the cell service sucked. Which meant, less work calls and more time to revel in the time you had until Shawn was back out and touring for his latest upcoming album.

With the new found quite both of you began to pick up some new hobbies. Shawn began to learn of to crochet, and you began the arts of gardening. And fortunately, you sure had a hand for it. You had beautiful blooming flowers, all over your backyard. Your fences were lined with delicious mango and lemon trees, that added such depth to your yard. And because of the scene and the beauty, and Shawn incessant desire to be tan all of the time, the two of you spent quite sometime out. Most days, the two of you laird down a lengthy picnic blanket, and just cuddle as the suns harsh rays assault your skin. Today was similar to one of those days. Only... it was taking a slightly different turn.

"You're not wearing anything under here?" He broke apart the kiss, feeling how wet your heat was through his shorts. He had a childish grin planted on his face as you shook your head, soft smile on your lips.

"Easy access." You shrugged. "Been thinking 'bout you all day, baby." You hummed, hips grinding down onto his lap.

Shawn was also without underwear, but for him it was too noticeable. He was still covered. You had been walking around all day without any panties. He could've had you anywhere he wanted today if he would've know this. Though, he wasn't too torn up about current circumstances.

"I fucking love you" he smirked, bringing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. Your hands, slipping past his black basketball shorts band, and pulling his length right out. He was all the way were you wanted him to be, but you had plans of your own. He whined into your skin, as your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Wanna make you feel good, baby." You whispered, slowly stroking his cock as he groaned into your skin, pressing one last soft kiss before resting his head back.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the soft tan skin of the man beneath you. The swift breeze blowing his long brown curls to the side as he let you work your magic. You watching as he cheeks turned pink, nostrils flaring, and hips fighting against your weight as you moving your hand antagonizing slow along his length. You smiled at the brunet under you, feeling as his cock twitched in your grip, growing fully erect as you teased him. His hands sliding under your thin pale pink dress, fingers gliding over the soft skin.

"What if the neighbors see?" Shawn whispered. You smiled, a light giggle leaving your lips, pumping him a little faster in your hand as his lips formed a slight 'O' shape.

"Maybe they'd enjoy the view..." you hummed. "You do look pretty gorgeous right now." You leant down, pressing a kiss to his neck, before pulling back. "But considering our closest neighbors are a half a mile down the street, I'd say we're safe." He smiled, hands gliding up and down your thighs.

"Shit," he groaned, butterflies raging in his abdomen as you continued to jack him off. "gonna let me on top?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Nope." You popped the 'P' watching as he squeezed his eyes shut for just a second.

You brought up his hard on, lifting yourself on you knees. You slowly pressing the tip of his cock to your clit, a soft moan exiting your lips as you smeared the precum oozing from his tip spread against your folds.

You teased him for about a minute or so before aligning him with your entrance. Tight whole, slowly before reintroduced to your boyfriend. It didn't hurt, but it was a strange sensation. You rarely were ever on top, the position was fairly new for you, and instead of Shawn controlling how far he went in at a time, now it was you and your own judgment calls.

Slowly, you lowered yourself on his cock. Shane lifting the front of your dress to watch his length disappearing in your core. The shine blaring directly down on the two of you, giving a golden glow to the sight. It was absolutely euphoric to watch, feel, everything. It was magical.

"Ah, fuck, baby." He moaned, thumb pressing against your clit as he kept his eyes on the sight. You let out a moan as you sank down, taking all of him at once. "Feels so good." He mumbled, thumbing rubbing soft circles on your clit as your walls clenched around him.

As you allowed the rumbling to rest in the pit of your stomach, you began moving. You used your knees to bounce yourself at a pace that had the both of you in shambles. Shawn's hands gripping at your hips, head back, eyes squinted as he tried to avoid the sun blazing straight down on his face. You're hands taking over his position, holding your dress up to keep it from getting in your way. Sounds of skin colliding over and over filling the air blowing around you.

"oh my- shit, Shawn you fill me up so good." You moaned, his hands locking on your hips as he guided your movements. Hips rocking against him, the tip of cock brushing against your g-spot. You stomach clenching, maximizing the pressure as he hit the hot spongy spot in your cunt over and over.

"You take me so well, baby" he groaned, now moving his hips to meet yours, quickening the pace you set and sending you into a feral mess of moans and senseless blabber. "you can be a little louder for me, right? You're doing so good, such a good girl." He praised, the praised sending electricity straight to your heat, moans becoming louder, as you grew closer and closer to your edge.

Shawn could feel how close you were. Cunt clenching around him for dead life, milking him until he came out with the goods. Your body blocking the sun directly overhead as he fucked up into you. The golden glow around you made it seem like you were an angel sent from above. You hands began to trembling, dropping the front of your dress down, your hands Balancing yourself by resting on his chest.

"M'so close, so so so close." Your head hung low, as you felt that filling sensation threatening to burst.

"Hold it, I'm almost there." Shawn growled, not realizing how hot he sounded with that morning rasp in his voice. You cried out, hoping that he was as close as you were. You weren't going to last much longer. Your thighs moving like jelly as your legs began to tremble.

A string of curses left your tongue, as you found it harder and harder to keep yourself together. Your breathing was heavy and moans coming out broken and shaky. You ultimately gave up on trying to hold in your orgasm as you felt it beating you in the fight, Shane felt the way your body clenched around him, spasming out of control as he neared his end. You're eyes fluttering to the back of your head, and his name leaving your lips as you moaned sent him into his own state of euphoria.

He made sure he was snug inside of you as he moaned out. His warm seed painting your walls white as he tried getting a grip on himself.

"Fuck." You collapsed forward. You face, squished against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

"You think someone heard us?" Shawn asked, and you giggled.

"Nah, I think we're good." You sucked in a deep breath. "I do think we need to get up, though." He sighed. "It's hot and I don't want you have a tan line of your arms on my back." You only half joked.

"Just lay with me for a few minutes, I like when you're this close." He shifted his hips under you, pushing himself just a smidge deeper as you let out a soft moan.

"Just a few..."

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spideysbruh · 1 year

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Buzzfeed

my acc got deleted so this is old!

"Hi I'm Alex!"

"Aaand I'm Shawn Mendes!"

"And we're going to read thirsty tweets with Buzzfeed!!" Alex smiled at the camera as Shawn laughed and pulled a strip of paper out from the bucket in front of them. "Read it, read it!" Alex grinned, slapping his thigh.

"It's a few gorgeous pictures of you and it says, 'im not gay but if i was this would be the woman to have turned me gay but i am not gay im just saying she is attractive and she is a woman but i am not gay so i would not have to worry about her turning me gay because i am indeed not gay but if i was she is the woman i am gay for'" He read in a monotone voice and laughed afterward. Alex snorted and took the paper from him to see if it was true.

"Oh wow it's real." She giggled, "I dunno, I think they might be gay."

"Yeah, I think so." Shawn grinned, "Okay! Your turn." He said and Alex reached into the bucket and pulled another one out.

"Shawn Mendes can split me in half and I'd be thankful." She read, Shawn gasped and his face turned a light shade of red. "Same." Alex giggled.

"Babe!" Shawn exclaimed, nudging her shoulder. Alex laughed and scooted her chair closer to his. He smiled and cleared his throat, grabbing another paper. "Uh… a few precious photos of you and then, Alex is literally the hottest human ever !!! Three exclamation points," He laughed, "She can use me as her s- no!" He yelled and went to crumble it but Alex was quick to snatch it from him.

"Lemme see." She mumbled, "She can use me as her seat any time." She laughed and shook her head. "I have a pretty good seat now, but thanks!" She smirked and Shawn was now blushing furiously as she just continued to pick up another paper like what she said won't get thousands of fans riled up.

"Alex and Shawn Mendes are such a weird couple… they make no sense yet they're literally the best thing the world has given to us… Aw! That's so sweet actually. Thank you, the best things in life never make sense. Just look at Mr. Robot." She smiled, Shawn threw his head back and laughed, clapping afterwards.

"And Saturday Night Live!"

"Oreos!"

"Alex's films." Shawn teased, earning a playful glare from Alex. "'M joking baby." He smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Shawn grabbed another paper and sighed, "Why is Shawn Mendes so fucking hot? I don't understand, whenever I look at him I immediately start thinking about 100 different ways he can take… me. What?!"

Alex let out a loud laugh and covered her face. "Thank you @mendussysuites love that username!" She giggled, giving the camera a thumbs up. She took a paper and cleared her throat, "@alexuhh so we've seen how talented you are behind a camera… but what about in front of one? Shawn did you tweet this?" She joked, making the crew laugh.

Shawn smirked and shrugged, "Guess we'll never know. But they're right! Get in front of a camera baby!"

"I'm in front of one now." She replied, motioning for him to get another paper.

"So bossy… I love it." He smiled, Alex laughed and shook her head, "Shawn Mendes please run me over with your car I'm begging please it's all i want in life… guys, really? No!" He exclaimed, a worried look crossing his face. Alex giggled and just reached for another paper.

"Haven't they said this before?" Alex giggled, making Shawn smile over at her. She's so cute.

"Yes! It's- It's worrying, baby." He replied, Alex laughed.

"Shawn, fulfill your fans wishes and hit them with your car! Please!" She said, Shawn laughed and his head went back again, making Alex giggle and tap his thigh before grabbing a paper.

"Is Shawn Mendes still dating Alex?? Because if not, hi I'm here and I volunteer to date either of them… also I'm lonely." Alex finished, Shawn nodded and put his hand up to his face in fake thought.

"Are we still together, baby? I'm- I dunno. I haven't seen us around lately…" He jokingly asked, Alex played along and hummed.

"Yeah- I'm not too sure about that, bub… Maybe we did break up, I dunno." She shrugged, Shawn laughed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. He kissed her head and grabbed another paper.

"This is fun!" He exclaimed, making Alex jump from surprise, "Sorry, baby. Okay! Thinking about if Shawn Mendes and Alex have a kid how cute it would be. Omg, his hair and her everything else!" Shawn quirked an eyebrow and fidgeted in his seat. "Yeah, we'd make some cute kids." He smiled over at his girlfriend who nodded in agreement.

"Especially if they look like me." She smirked and jokingly pushed her hair over her shoulder. Shawn chuckled and placed a hand on her thigh, Alex giggled and reached for another paper.

"There's like… three more left! I wanna read more." She pouted, Shawn smiled and watched as she unfolded the paper, "When will Shawn Mendes tie m- … oh no!" She let out the loudest laugh and Shawn snorted at that.

"What does it say?" He questioned, inching his head closer to read the paper. Alex, still laughing, showed him the paper. His eyes scanned over the words and his face turned red as he shook his head. "That one is the worst! You guys need to… seek help." He said, looking up at the camera. Alex wiped her eyes and grabbed another paper.

"Okay this one says '@shawnmendes is particular taste about Alex ??!!!! pls answer everything depends on this.' .. Well, is it about me, babe?" She smirked over at her blushing boyfriend, she knew the answer already though.

"These aren't even thirst tweets anymore!" He replied, running his fingers through his hair. Alex giggled and bit her lip, making Shawn want to kiss her right there, "Should I answer?"

Alex shrugged, "I think that alone answers it." She raised an eyebrow, Shawn sighed and let out a laugh.

He shrugs, "Fuck it. Yeah, it is! She always wants something so … particular, if you will, to eat, and it just really gets too much sometimes so I wrote a song about it." He joked, Alex giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. "Next one!" He smiled and grabbed a paper.

"Uh, will Shawn Mendes ever propose to Alex ?!! If he doesn't, I will… is- is that a threat?!” He exclaimed, making Alex giggle. “Eventually… I- I will.” He smiled down at Alex and felt his face redden as she smiled.

“Yeah?” She mumbled, and Shawn nodded, placing his hand on her leg.

“You act like we don’t talk about this all the time.” He laughed, Alex snorted and shook her head.

“Still! It’s different when we talk about it in front of people, baby." She replied, Shawn nodded and let her take the last one out.

"@alexuhh you are so sexy please break up with Shawn and get with me cause I KNOW I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN HE CAN." She sang the last part and laughed along with Shawn. "No thanks, but nice use of my boyfriend's song." She giggled, Shawn snorted and kissed her forehead.

"Okay, well that was fun! Thank you for watching us read thirst tweets!" Shawn smiled and waved at the camera, Alex sat up straight and waved as well.

"Byeeeee!"

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