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ongly · 6 years

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Senseless.

Shawn is so mind blowing, literally. (smut)

It’s a bit too early for a Christmas blurb but I blame my mom for already playing, enthusiastically, Christmas music at home. This one takes a drastic turn so I hope you enjoy the ride because “Y/N” surely did. This is also a result of the way those pictures of Shawn wearing that white button-up affect my mind, I had to share. I really hope you like it! All the love xx

You smiled and gave Manny a small ‘thank you’ as he handed you another glass of wine.

“This one is really good, my parents brought it. They used to drink a similar one back in their hometown.” Manny started to explain as you took a good look at your glass. “I don’t remember what it was called.” He let out a chuckle and you giggled.

It was a week before Christmas and you were at the Mendes’ residence rotting from drunkenness with Shawn’s father.

Shawn’s parents were having a Christmas party for family and friends and they were more than happy to invite you and have you over, before you had to go home to spend Christmas with your family.

You had lost your boyfriend somewhere around the house for over an hour ago. You had met three of his aunts whenever you walked around the house to try and find him, but you always ended up chatting with them a little longer than you were expecting and forgot, momentarily, that you were looking for him, due to how tipsy you were. You had been sitting at the stool bar with his father for about half an hour now, tasting all the different kinds of wine the guests had brought, baptizing all the bottles, as he would say. You had tried to leave the stool bar for a couple of times, whenever you caught Manny talking to a friend, but you had no idea of how to stand by yourself, at some point in the middle of the night, let alone walk.

Manny raised his glass and you mirrored him before clicking the glasses and turn it all down again. He tasted it with one sip and started nodding, approving it, while you were mid-glass away. You stopped, afraid he would notice the way you were letting it slide down your throat, and put down the glass, smiling at him.

“It’s really good.” He nodded and you did too, agreeing, although you were clueless.

To be honest, you couldn’t taste a fucking thing anymore. Your tongue was numb from all the wine you had. Your cheeks felt hot and you were sure they were intensively flushed by that moment. Manny’s cheeks were already flushed and he, sometimes stumbled in his words himself, but you were oblivious with all the drink running in your blood.

Manny was an amazing father. You enjoyed his company and listening to him talk about Shawn, non-stop, and hear about how proud he was of him and that he found a girl like you to guide him and get his head straight, since he thought you were so mature and down to earth. You loved talking to him. You thought he was a very smart man and he always thought you something, every time you came around to visit Shawn’s family.

“Mama knows best.” He smiled proudly, raising his glass and drinking a bit more of his wine. You smiled and looked down at your glass, still finding it very tasty.

“Yeah, she’s really sweet.” You slurred and then looked up at him to smile.

He leaned over the bar counter and smiled at you.

“You speak Portuguese?” He smiled, excitedly, probably thinking you had spoken to her some time during the party.

“No, but she is so sweet!” You emphasized, in between laughs. And you were so drunk!

Manny let out a loud laugh and leaned back, placing his hand over yours.

“You’re something special.” He smiled. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.” He smiled and looked around, taking his glass to his mouth again, finishing his fifth round, you thought, losing count of how many drinks you two had had already. “Hmm!” he mumbled against his glass, taking his hand away from yours and pointing out to the living room entrance. “Shawn!” He called out.

You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend making his way towards the bar. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, trodden in his pants, sleeves halfway up his arms. His hair was slightly pushed back and he was wearing the most beautiful smile. You were almost drooling over your drink, because by that moment you were seeing double. And double was trouble. He got closer and you felt his arm slide around your waist as he walked around behind you, to stand next to you, giving his father a smile.

“I’ll leave you two now, I’ve got to share this one with the guests.” Manny slurred, taking the bottle with him. “Can’t keep them all.” He gave you a wink and then smiled at Shawn before walking out of the bar.

You looked up at Shawn to see his wide eyes, lips parted, letting out a chuckle as he watched his father stumble, outlining the couches to serve his friends some wine.

“I’ve been looking for you everyw…” He started, but the sentence faded in his lips and you watched his tongue twirl, attentively. “Is my dad drunk?” He asked, pointing at him when Manny lost his balance for a second as he sat down with his friends.

He turned his gaze down at you, resting his hand over the bar counter. You looked up at him innocently, and shrugged, turning your attention back to your drink and finishing it quickly. Shawn watched you attentively, his eyes wide as he looked you.

You turned to him, about to answer when he spoke.

“My aunt said you taught her how to dance Tango.” He raised a brow at you, watching you attentively as if he was trying to figure you out and catch you screwing up at any time.

“Oh yeah!” You exclaimed an uncrossed your legs quickly, your skirt going a little up while you almost jumped out of the stool to show Shawn some moves, obviously losing your balance, extending your arms to reach out for Shawn, but he was already holding you.

“Are you drunk?!” He questioned you, stupefied.

You looked up at him and gave him a lazy smile as you leaned in, trying to keep your balance, although you were not feeling your legs at all.

“You’re not?” You asked him, your eyes wide.

“Y/N?! At my parents Christmas party?!” Shawn looked a little angry about it, although he was, deep down, enjoying having you stumble over him.

“You’re not?” You repeated in disbelief.

“Oh my goodness!” He exclaimed, his brows rose in surprise although he was laughing, watching you.

You held his biceps tighter, and closer, trying to stand still, which was impossible.

“Did…” Shawn tried to talk but he was laughing way too hard by now.

Your gaze was locked in his lips, trying to read them since you had lost your senses a bit.

“Did my dad get you drunk?” He asked in between chuckles.

You tried to read his lips but you were struggling so you just giggled and nodded. Shawn was amused with your giggles, until you let out a loud burp. You covered your mouth quickly, your eyes wide. He looked around the room to see if anyone had heard you but they were all entertained with Manny’s speech about the Portuguese look alike wine. Shawn looked at you again.

“‘m so sorry.” You slurred in a whisper, getting closer to him.

Your hand was now on his waist, holding his shirt, almost ripping it due to the pressure you were putting on it, not to let yourself fall. Shawn wrinkled his nose a little as he looked at you, letting out a giggle after. He leaned in, placing one of his hands on your waist, holding you closer to him, trying to keep it casual. He pressed his forehead against the side of your head, lips close to your ear.

“Baby, you stink.” He whispered, mentioning your alcohol breath.

You giggled against the crook of his neck, covering your mouth with your free hand as he reached out to hold your wrist down, pulling you closer to him and removing your hand from your mouth. You let out another burp now followed by a lazy giggle. You felt Shawn’s chest tremble, not noticing you were resting your forehead against it until he let out a laugh.

He pushed your waist back to get a good look at you and check if you were pale, or if your eyes were closing or any signal that he should take you out of there right now.

“Should I take you anywhere near a toilet?” He asked, smiling at you as you nodded.

“No.” You smiled, letting out another small burp, looking down a little.

You felt your stomach turn but you didn’t feel the need to throw up, yet.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want you doing it all over my shirt.” He smiled as you leaned into his chest again, pressing your forehead hard against his tense muscles.

Shawn was leaning against the wall right by that moment, from how hard he was trying to hold you. You took your hands up to his chest and started playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah, I don’t want that either.” You smiled, looking up at him, your eyes almost closed.

He smiled down at you, taking his free hand to place a strand of your hair behind your ear, the other hand still holding your waist.

“You don’t?” He started to speak quietly, eyes gazing up and down your body. You nodded as an answer. “Why’s that?” He asked and you smiled, biting your lip as you stared at his chest through his button-up.

“You look rather hot in it.” You were whispering by now and Shawn let out a quiet giggle as he watched your eyes darken while you took a good look at him.

“Yeah?” He asked you quietly, moving his hand from your hair up to your neck, pulling your face a little closer to him. You kept biting your lip. “You look hotter in that skirt.” He smiled and you let out a small gasp, closing your eyes as you leaned in, taking one of your hands down his torso to rest it in his waist, giving it a small grip. Shawn’s smile grew until you took the other hand, letting it slide down his torso as well, only to let it ‘fall’ innocently further.

“Y/N.” He warned you, his eyes wide now. You let out a quiet giggle, biting your lip after, eyes locked in his.

You watched his features change. He looked around worriedly, trying to see if anyone had their eyes on you.

“Y/N, not here.” He whispered, looking back at you. His eyes were wider, in concern. “My family’s here.” He stated.

He was being serious, and so were you, just not about the same thing. You were at a point in your intoxication that made you think with a different kind of ‘head’. You wetted your lips and moved closer to him; Shawn’s eyes were traveling between you and the living room area, non-stop. Your hand stopped at the waistband of his pants, holding his belt close to you.

“What’s wrong baby? Scared mommy will find out you don’t treat your guests as she told you to?” You pouted teasingly. Shawn gave you a nervous chuckle at the mention of his mother in that moment, praying she wouldn’t show up in the living room in that precise second.

“Yes… so please calm down now.” He tried to cut you off, pushing you a little away whenever you tried to get closer.

You let out a chuckle and looked back around the room. You nodded and looked back at Shawn, giving him a sly smile. “I’m a guest too.” You shrugged, giving him an innocent look.

He smiled and looked down, blushing. He couldn’t believe you were doing that to him in that moment, but there was something about your drunk and vulnerable state that was leaving him curious and very hungry. You gave him a lazy wink, stumbling to your side as you tried to adjust yourself closer to him.

Shawn’s hands held your waist firmly, pulling you closer and unraveling away from the wall. His smile grew as he watched your sweet features turn into a cheesy one.

“What do you mean?” He asked, teasingly, getting in it with you.

“Aren’t you supposed to treat me right?” You asked innocently.

He leaned down, lips close to your ear. You let your head fall against his chest again as you held his biceps, feeling him tense with every word he used to answer you in that moment.

“I can make you cum in a minute.” He whispered.

You shivered, not only with his words, but with the way they kissed your earlobe, where he let his tongue slide slightly, after firing back his answer.

You bit your lip fighting yourself, pressing your fingers harder on his muscles. You tilted your head up, leaning your forehead against his cheek, lips close to his, already, heated ear.

“You’re on Mendes.” You dared him and he let out a chuckle.

He leaned back and looked at you. You raised him a brow and he nodded as he licked his lips at you.

You were already feeling the need to have his touch in your middle but you felt like you couldn’t give it away, although Shawn knew what he was doing. He got it from previous experiences with you that, whenever you were in a more vulnerable state, in what came to drinking, he could take you to the clouds faster than he did any other time. It was pure body science. At least you thought. You had no control on your senses with the alcohol you had consumed by that moment, let alone your thoughts. If it was any other type of situation, you would never let him win but you needed him the moment you saw him getting inside that living room, and he was feeding you into it.

You were now holding his hand tightly, both of your palms sweating as you passed through some of his relatives. You smiled at them, clueless, as Shawn gestured them while he explained quickly that you were not feeling quite well, excusing himself from every house partition you both passed by.

He let go of your hand once you reached the bottom of the stairs, and placed it on your waist instead. He pulled you closer and opened the bathroom door next to the guest bedroom. He pulled you inside after turning the lights on and closed it behind you, getting closer to you, until you were with your back against the door. You were smiling up at him and then let out a giggle. You loved to see him this demanding over you, especially in that moment, since you were seeing double. Through your eyes, the room was blurry, but Shawn, oh Shawn, was the only one you could see clearly.

He held your waist and pushed you slowly against the door, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours softly, his curls tickling your forehead as he looked down at your body. He got his waist closer to yours as he held you down in place, letting his hands caress your sides as he went further down on your body, reaching the end of your skirt and then lifting it. You felt his cold fingertips through your tights while he let them slide back up and then reaching out for your bum, caressing it slowly under your skirt. You bit your lip, looking down at the way he was teasing you.

“So…” He mumbled, eyes going back up to meet yours, slightly moving his forehead away from yours and then leaning in to let his lips touch your cheek, moving his head slowly to the side. You felt his fingers reach the waistband of your tights, sliding inside them. You breathed out, feeling his cool touch directly on your skin. “I heard you wanted to gamble.” He whispered, lips slightly touching your ear.

You closed your eyes, feeling his breath on your ear and then on your neck as he moved closer to it until he pressed his lips against your skin, leaving small and soft pecks on it.

“No games baby.” You breathed.

His cold hands went further down as he started to push your tights down from your bum only with his index fingers. His fingers rubbed against your bum as he slid them down and then outlined your legs until he had the back of his hands against your trembling thighs, still pushing your tights down, sloly.

“A bit shaky, are we?” He teased, breathing against your neck.

He let go of your tights harshly, making them hit your skin harder than normal. You jumped a little, eyes still close. You chuckled quietly and moved your hands up to wrap them around his neck, pushing him further in your own neck as he started to kiss your skin.

His warm tongue tasted the cold skin of your neck as he licked it only to close is mouth after, slightly sucking on your skin. He leaned back and blew softly on the wet spot and started to kiss lower, to your collar bone, feeling his hands following his moves as he got lower on you, taking your tights in-between his fingers again, starting to pull them down.

You didn’t even answer him. There was no way you could deny how submissive you felt towards him right now. You were feeling dizzy and your heated cheeks were making your head spin. You felt weak and Shawn’s cool touch contradistinguished with the heat wave he was sending inside you. You shut your eyes tightly and then opened them, looking down at him.

Shawn was already on his knees before you. You felt your head spin so you leaned it back on the door, taking one of your hands to his shoulders to keep him right there, where you wanted him, and the other up to his curls, tightening the grip on his shoulder as you slowly opened your legs a little. Shawn looked up at you as he positioned himself. He let go of your tights, already down on your ankles. He helped you part your legs, both of his hands holding your ankles firmly. He took one of his hands up to take yours away from his shoulder and placing it against the keyhole to cover it.

“Right there, baby.” He said quietly, pressing your palm against it.

You nodded and hummed something he couldn’t understand. You still had your eyes closed. You bit your lip as you felt his other hand slide up your leg, feeling him move his head, under your hand, closer to your middle.

“So..” He started, both hands now playing with the ends of your panties. “How much time can you keep yourself quiet?” He got closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your clit area as he spoke against it now, nose rubbing on your panties.

He opened his mouth and kissed you over your panties. You parted your lips and opened your eyes only to face your reflection in the mirror. You looked amazing with him going down on you. It turned you even more on to watch him in that position. You could see his back muscles tense, almost ripping out the white, rather transparent now, button-up shirt.

You moved your hand around his curls, feeling his hot breath on you, leaning your hips against him. He had his hands on both of your thighs and as soon as you tried to lean in against his mouth, he looked up at you, pushing your thighs strongly against the door.

You parted your lips, letting out a giggle. You loved it.

“So…” he started again, eyes looking up at you as you stared back at him through the mirror although he couldn’t see you. “You promise you’ll be quiet?” He whispered and you let out a chuckle.

“I’ll try…” You teased, tightening your grip on his hair, keeping your other hand pressed up against the keyhole.

Shawn kept playing his teasing game while he let his fingers slide up your thighs, wiggling them back and forth against your panties. You could only get wetter with that.

“We both know it won’t take more than a minute.” He whispered and let out a quiet giggle, looking up at you to see you tense every time he caressed you through your panties. Your mind was spinning that you almost believed you were already feeling his tongue on you.

“I never understood why your mother called you a believer, but now…” You let out an ironic chuckle, teasing him back.

Shawn loved when you teased him like that. It’s like you were pushing him to his limits to prove you wrong. He loved that you challenged him, not only in intimate ways, but in every other way. He loved that, although you knew how to be serious when it was needed, you always had this teasing side of you.

He slid one finger under your panties instantly feeling it skitter easy due to how wet he had got you by then.

“Watch it, hun.” He smiled, looking up at you. “Your body reaction doesn’t seem to match those pretty words of yours.” He said quietly.

“Try me.” You challenged him again. He smirked and slowly got your panties down, letting them fall over your tights, just above your ankles.

“Oh I will.” You heard him.

Shawn leaned in, planting small kisses over your clit and moving his hands up your legs, caressing them. You gasped once you felt his warm tongue slid under you. You could already tell you would actually cum in seconds. You could feel the alcohol rush through your veins as he sucked your clit. You massaged his head along with the tilting movement he was making, throwing it back to reach further on you. His nose was rubbing your clit in that moment as his tongue made small and slow circle moves around your core, and then further right on your entrance.

You felt Shawn’s arms tangle around your legs, trying to make you sit on his forearms. You let yourself slide down against the door as he placed his hands against it, letting you sit on his arms. He held you, not letting you fall, although you would due to your weakness.

You closed your eyes, letting go of his hair, extending your arm to the side, holding yourself on the doorframe not to fall. You rolled your head around, feeling him pressing his tongue harder against your warmth, as it got wetter and wetter. You felt one of his arms move, and you forced your foot on the floor to keep your balance as he slid one finger from your butt cheek to your core. He played with your sensitive skin, moving his tongue back to your clit where he licked it in a steady pace. You felt one of his fingers glissade inside you, followed quickly by another one, making you gasp.

“Hmm.” You hummed, feeling Shawn’s arm tense underneath your other leg, holding you up. You knew you had to be quiet but he was pushing you. He knew how to force you and make you reach your ultimate weak point.

You were feeling yourself getting warmer, not only down where he was, but anywhere around your body. Shawn started pumping his fingers gently inside you, up and down. You leant against his tongue as he started sucking on your clit, moving his head back to reach further on you with his tongue, sucking again. He covered his teeth with his upper lip, keeping the pressure on your clit as he reached out for your slit with his long tongue. You were on the edge right now. You felt yourself getting dizzy and your legs tremble. He repeated again, and again, pulling his fingers out and sliding them through your front, working his tongue against his own fingers on you.

“Excuse me?” There was a knock on the door. Your heart was pounding like crazy. You were feeling weak and Shawn didn’t stop. What a fucking balky little shit. “Is there anyone in here.” They tried to move the doorknob.

You couldn’t think straight anymore. You were out of breath and you wanted to scream. Your breathing increased and you felt like your heart could burst. The alcohol wasn’t helping and you felt your stomach twist whenever Shawn rolled his tongue on you again.

“I’m..” You stuttered. You felt like you were about to faint with the rush of all the emotions you were feeling. “I’m cum…” Shawn almost bit you, but not hurting you, only to give you a little warn. “…coming!” You felt like you were warning both Shawn and the guy on the other side of the door.

You let out a whimper, shutting your eyes harder, letting go of your arm, arching your back away from the door as you trembled, forcing your legs to close, although he had his arm in-between, not letting you close them. Your hand went back to his hair, your fingers running through it, pulling him closer, pressing his nose against your clit. You moved your hips against him and he opened his mouth widely, sucking on you harder, and longer as you started to let yourself fall over him.

He tried to keep his balance and took his hand from your core to your legs, holding you a bit longer over him, as he reached out for your entrance with his warm tongue, letting you cum undone and easy over his soft lips as he closed them one last time for a last kiss.

You stumbled clumsily over him but he held you down until you sat down over the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Shawn got his foot on the ground, still resting the other knee on the floor as he held one of your legs, still tangled in his arm, his other hand on your back, holding you so that you wouldn’t hit your head anywhere.

He smiled at you, licking his lips. You leaned against the wall, letting your legs fall. He looked at you and let out a quiet chuckle. You were about to speak but he hushed you.

“Shh..” He whispered, standing up slowly and quietly, afraid the person on the other side of the door would hear you and notice there were two people inside, especially Shawn, who everyone in that house knew who he was.

Shawn leaned against the sink and drank some water and then washed his mouth a little. He closed the water and leaned down to look at you.

You were pale as fuck. You looked weak and he was proud of himself for proving you wrong one more time and watching you feel so good under his touch, until he noticed how much you were sweating.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, getting on his knees again, leaning in closer to you to help you sit straight. You tried to move and open your eyes but you couldn’t do it. You were too tipsy and the bathroom was a sauna. You looked at Shawn for a few seconds, closing your eyes after. He reached out for you as you leaned in and tried to hold him.

He held you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asked. He was concerned now. “Are you going to be sick?” He asked, trying to get you to sit straight but you only leant against him.

He couldn’t care less if you threw up all over him but your body was starting to get heavy.

“‘m gonna pass out..” You tried to warn, stumbling on your own words. You tried to hold him.

His eyes were wide in concern. His heart was pounding.

“What the fuck’s taking so long.” He heard the guy knocking on the other side of the door, growing impatient. He looked at the door, frowning.

“My girlfriend’s feeling sick.” He almost shouted, irritated. His gaze went right back at you once your voice sounded.

“Shawn.” You breathed, letting out a weak chuckle when you felt him lifting your shirt to ease the warmth of your body. He started to blow on your sweaty stomach, crossing his arm around your back and pulling you close to him but it didn’t take you longer until you fainted in his arms.

“Y/N?” He called for you. You weren’t completely out. You still heard him and you could still hold him slightly, but you were out of strength. He held you and let you calm down a little. “I’m so going to fuck you up with this one.” He let out a chuckle but you didn’t even had strength in you to laugh. Dickhead.

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