Whistle (Smut) Shawn Mendes
A/N: This took me like a solid 3 days to write. I hope you guys like it! More to come soon!
Word Count: 1,265
The trees zoom past as Shawn and I drive the back roads to my house. Our hands are intertwined on the centre console of his jeep and the windows are rolled all the way down, in order to feel the breeze blow across our sunburnt cheeks. Shawn for once, allowed me to be in control of the music, so my phone is plugged into the auxiliary cord and my whole library’s on shuffle. Currently, Ed Sheeran’s Little Bird is playing and Shawn is softly singing along.
“I love how we can do this. Windows down, music blasting, not a care in the world,” I say turning down the music and looking at Shawn to give him a loving smile.
“I know, we can’t do this in Toronto, or even Pickering. Too many people will recognize us,” he says agreeing. “I love doing this. I love being able to drive with the windows down, the sun in our faces and the music blasting. But most of all, I love being able to do it with you. I feel like sometimes, this is the only personal time we get. I know it’s not; I just feel sometimes we just need to drive. You and me against the world, baby.”
“I love you,” I say to him and bring our hands up, so I can kiss the back of his.
“Do you love me enough to blow my whistle?” Shawn asks me laughing. The opening to Flo-Rida’s Whistle coming through the speakers.
I don’t even think of the double meaning of his question, when I respond laughing, “Yeah, I love you enough to blow your whistle.”
“Wait, are you serious?” Shawn asks turning down the music completely, before looking at me with his eyebrows raised.
“Wait, you actually meant-” I trailed off, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
“Yeah, I mean? I could go for one?” He says more like a question.
“Shawn, we’re driving,” I say. Not actually believing we are having this conversation right now.
“So? I could pull over. Or” he says, dragging out the ‘r’, “I could unbutton my pants just enough for you.” He tries to reason with me.
“I could bite you!” I say to him with conviction.
“I don’t think you will, baby. You’re too good with your mouth,” Shawn says smirking.
I can’t actually believe I am considering giving him a blow job right now. I mean, someone could see us. It’s unlikely, but I’m still conscious of the fact we are still driving on a road.
“Pull over,” I demand, “please.”
Shawn’s eyes light up with excitement and he steers the jeep to the right before coming to a complete stop and putting it in park. The only thing being heard is the right turn signal.
“Unzip your pants.” Shawn’s fingers leave the steering wheel before fumbling with the button and the zipper on his jeans. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this right now,” I mumble.
“Neither can I, to be honest,” Shawn confesses. “I mean, I’ve always wanted road head, but I’ve never really thought about it. We usually always have someone with us.”
I ponder the words I’m thinking before letting them slip past my lips, “I’ve always wanted to give you road head. Leaning over, and knowing that I have you at my mercy.” My cheeks turn red at my dirty confession. Shawn’s eyes go wide with shock and my words instantly make him hard.
“But, but. Why didn’t you say anything before?” He stutters.
“I dunno, I mean. It never came up?” I question. “Now quit talking, and start driving.”
“Wait-” Shawn starts, before I cut him off.
“Shawn, if you say wait one more time,” I threaten.
“You want me to drive?” He questions me.
“Yes, more exciting for both of us.” I say, smirking while doing so.
By the time Shawn shuts up, he’s driving again and I’m level with his crotch. I slowly trail my finger along his length. He’s hard enough for me to just take him in my mouth, but I want to tease him first. I lean my head down to slowly start mouthing kisses over his boxer briefs, just enough for him to feel my warm breath and soft lips. Underneath where my hand is resting on his thigh, I feel him tense.
“Baby,” he whines. “Don’t tease me please.”
I hum to myself, enjoying the fact that he’s squirming for me to do something. Painstakingly slow, I delicately bring his boxers down, just enough that his boner slaps up against his t-shirt. His tip is already pink and swollen. I take him in my hand, and Shawn draws in a breath. I smirk, knowing I have him completely at my mercy. I slowly start pumping my hand up and down, twisting every now and then. I look up to the left, to look at Shawn’s face. His teeth are sunken so deep into his bottom lip, I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the skin. I then trail my eyes across his arms to his hands, that are clenching the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles have turned white. I turn my head back to my hand. I figured he’s had enough, so I lean forward and gently suck on the tip. Shawn tenses, and let’s out a sound of shock and pleasure. I slowly slide my lips down his shaft, my hand wrapping around what I couldn’t fit, before coming all the way back up. I release him with a ‘pop’ of my lips, before I proceed to this a couple more times just to let him know, that I’m still teasing. I can tell he’s getting a little frustrated by the way his hand has found the back of my neck. His fingers curled around the back, and his thumb rubbing circles where my neck and jaw meet.
“Can you just-” Shawn stops short and moans unexpectedly, when I take him in my mouth, and suck hard.
I start bobbing my head up and down and rotating my hand around him vigorously. The only thing being heard is the wind and Shawn’s low moans, as we continue to drive. I continue to blow him like that for a few more minutes. Eventually, I feel Shawn’s thigh start to tense, and I know he’s close.
“’M close,” Shawn breathes, a low moan following his words. As I go to take more of him in my mouth, we hit a bump. The force from the tires hitting the pothole, cause Shawn’s hips to rise, and for him to accidentally go all the way down my throat. Essentially, allowing me to deepthroat him. From the new sensation of being deeper in my throat, Shawn cums. I continue to suck him for a few more seconds, until I know he’s rode out his high. I proceed to pull off of him, and tuck him away back in his boxers, and pants.
As soon as my back hits the front of the passenger seat, Shawn immediately pulls over.
“Fuck, baby! I didn’t even see the pothole. Fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Shawn asks me frantically. The fact that I’ve never deepthroated him before causing his concern.
I shrug my shoulders, “I’m fine. It didn’t hurt.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, the concern pooling in his eyes.
“Yes Shawn,” I respond.
“As long as you’re okay,” he mumbles then leans over to kiss me. I hum some sort of agreement against his lips.
“At least we know I can deepthroat now,” I say to him laughing.