Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in
a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol
okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!
Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world. But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.
“How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?” Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air. The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.
A/N: i don’t have the slightest clue as to where this came from but enjoy it i guess Word count: 1.1k
“Need ya to keep quiet for me, darling. Can you do that?” Y/N nods vigorously, her hips eagerly bucking into the rough palms of his hand. It just had to be tonight of all nights that Shawn decided, his games were deserving of a little bit of play time.
Shawn’s undoubtedly the most annoying person to ever exist to Y/N tonight. When it comes to teasing, he’ll drag it out as long as he can, until she’s begging him to give her anything to extinguish the burn of desire. Shawn knows her body like every note on his guitar. Where to move, how to curve his fingers so they hit that spot in such a sickeningly delicious way, it makes her bones quake. He does it every single time, without fail.
Y/N lets him play her like his favorite song, whenever he wants no questions asked; Pushing her until she’s on the edge of her release, pulling it away in the blink of an eye, taunting Y/N practically. It makes her core cry out every time, pleading with want to be cared for and he does it just right.
“Use your words, baby. Your smart ass mouth had no problem functioning earlier.” His digits curved against her g-spot, pulling an undetected moan with it.
“I can be quiet, I-I promise.” Y/N’s eyes knit shut, beads of perspiration running down her temple already. She trembles out a response, virtually a whisper among the sounds of the air conditioning in the bathroom.
He presses the pad of his thumb against her bundle of nerves and her hand instinctively reaches out for his bicep, feeling her knees nearly give out beneath her. “Dazed, flushed, and needy. Such a beautiful look on you.” He hums, his teeth gently grazing her earlobe.
The ocean waves of blood washing over her tongue remind Y/N of how hard she’s biting into her bottom lip. She wants to scream, moan, anything that allows her to liberate the feelings boiling within, but she remembers her promise just moments ago and she remembers that if she breaks, he stops. As much as she wants to let it out, she refuses to make him stop now.
“Please stop teasing me, Shawn. Please.” Her pleas fall on deaf ears as a dark chuckle pierces through the darkness. “Now you know I can’t do that, honey. That’s not my style.”
“Well can’t you fucking make it your style?” She grunted, a slight irritation at the almost nonexistent movement of his fingers setting in.
“M’kay.” Is all he says. It’s never that easy to convince him to stop with his games. Never. It always took her to her vocal limits to convince him to even slightly speed up. Shawn seduces her until tears are streaming down her pretty little face, pools of disheveled sheets surround her, and her skin is slick with sweat and desperation, every fucking time. Y/N knows she’s thinking too much about this. She thinks so much his lips blanketing her clit blindside her, pulling a strangled scream from her throat.
Even in the dim light of the handicapped bathroom, Y/N can feel his piercing chocolate eyes staring daggers through her chest. She knows he is, no need for bright lights or opened eyes to tell her. Her right hand reaches out for something, anything to take out this excess tension on. Her trembling hands run down past her navel, basking in the soft curls she teases between her fingers. “Fuck you,” the growl falls into the void, triggering a chuckle from Shawn and a whole new sensation to her pussy.
She whines when he pulls away, allowing the cold air breezing through the pristine bathroom to hit her dead on. “Love to, not right now, though.” His pink puckered lips return to the most intimate parts of her, to pleasing her. His fingers don’t stop, drilling into her like nobody’s business. His tongue never ceases, licking and prodding the sensitive dips, curves, and crevices of Y/N’s heat. One of those screams she wanted to let out finally bubbles up, coming out as a high-pitched moan instead.
The slurping sounds his mouth creates against her pussy drives Y/N up the walls. Something about the way he devours her, pushes her towards a pleasurable insanity. His thrusts get more forceful, more powerful, his tongue more gentle. Teasing, she might even say. “Gonna cum for me, darling? Hmm?” She nods despite him not being able to see her the best at the moment.
The knot in her stomach has been forming for God knows how long now, inflating like a fucking balloon before the opening is freed and the moistened air exits once again, a never ending cycle. Shawn knew exactly what to do, kicking his trusty assistants into overdrive. Amongst the thrusting of his digits, he adds a third one and his hand quickly flies towards Y/N’s mouth, knowing she’ll moan at any second.
His prediction was right, not even close to a shot in the dark. A deep moan presses up against his hand like her unrelenting hips as his fingers pick up their pace, desperate to feel her walls clenching around him. He couldn’t tell if he wanted her orgasm more than her or not. Her chest heaves, eyes shut tight like bolted locks while her body shakes. Her muffled moans of Shawn’s name fill his hand like overflowing water, each one making his cock swell larger in his jeans. He was grateful he wore a relatively long shirt today.
Y/N’s orgasm continues to waver over her, each hit like a jolt of electricity to her core. She’d had amazing orgasms courtesy of Shawn, but none had ever hit her this hard. Hard enough to pull tears from her eyes, leave her throat sore and deep red crescent marks in her palms. Her hair was soaked along the edges, similar to Shawn’s fingers now, her face glowing even in the dark. Shawn’s tongue doesn’t cease fire as he works mercilessly to clean Y/N up, nearly bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Better now?” Shawn quips, pulling her underwear back up her legs. Y/N unties her sundress, letting the fabric fall back down and shield her legs once again.
“Yeah, but someone else isn’t.” She hums, gesturing to the ever growing bulge in his jeans.
“Shut up, it’s your fault.” He groans, pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/N’s hands run up the expanse of his chest as she pushes him against the wall. Her hands palm at his growing cock, eliciting a loud moan from the adonis beneath her palms.
She’s sitting on her couch, a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in her lap, watching him perform at Rock in Rio.
Her best friend had found a livestream and now they are watching the one and only Shawn Mendes - the nice dude from the apartment next door - being an absolute rockstar, making the sea of people beneath him go crazy.
She found it hard to wrap her head around the fact that this guy on stage was the same guy who ate her soup in a hoodie two days ago, looking cozy and cuddly. And who fell asleep on her lap. She had seen the real him. Not the brand or the artist. Just Shawn. In his most vulnerable state. Sick and in need of someone to take care of him.
He still sounds a bit hoarse now but the rasp in his voice makes him sound even sexier and she feels slightly proud that he looks healthier than two days ago when he had fallen asleep on her lap, fighting that cold.
The way he is strumming his guitar now, neck vein popping and eyes shut while singing his heart out, makes her feel some kind of way.
She’s on her period, feeling kinda horny, kinda emotional and Shawn looking handsome as hell in his tight shirt, curls messy and bopping, jawline sharp and biceps flexing isn’t really helping.
“Okay but I still can’t believe what happened,” her best friend says, after taking another sip of wine.
“Let me get this straight. Y’all flirt at the gym, he gave you a ride, cared about you when you sprained your ankle, fucking made out with you and fell asleep on top of you. Like - what the fuck is happening?”
“I don’t even know. It’s not like I planned this, okay?” she rolls her eyes at her best friend, gesticulating with her spoon in hand. “I didn’t even care about him before… I didn’t plan moving into the apartment next to freaking Shawn Mendes. And nothing else happened! It’s not like we… you know…”
She blushes, concentrating on her ice cream, digging the spoon into it.
Her best friend giggles, pointing at her. “Oh my God. But you so would!”
“You so would sleep with him. But I don’t blame you, honey. He looks fine as fuck. I mean look at him,” she’s pointing at the TV screen. “He’s almost a bit too good looking.”
“And he’s famous. And has fans which is so weird. I don’t think I can deal with that - the fame thing, you know.”
Her best friend sighs. “Why do you always fall for the problematic guys? I mean Shawn doesn’t seem to be as problematic as your ex but he’s a freaking pop star. That’s kinda problematic.”
“I know. I mean he’s sweet and everything but his lifestyle scares me a bit, not gonna lie.”
“You shouldn’t take it too seriously though,” her best friend says, “why don’t you fool around a bit, have great sex and call it a day? You don’t have to make it official.”
“I don’t know if this works for me… just sleeping with him. Ugh, I don’t know,” she frowns, hugging a pillow. “What if I catch feelings?”
“Mhm, the sex must be worth it, though. You’d tell me if it’s good, right?”
She takes the pillow and throws it at her best friend who is cracking up by now, wine glass in hand.
He’s carrying two huge bags filled with groceries and toiletries into the building, escaping the rain that’s pouring down.
“Good morning, Tom!” he greets the concierge with a smile who opens the door for him.
“Morning, Mr. Mendes! How’s everything?”
“All good. Just went groceries shopping.”
“Ah, got back from tour, eh?”
“Yeah, kinda. Played a festival in Brazil!”
“Amazing,” the concierge says, closing the door after him. “Have a nice day.”
“Thank you. You, too.”
The elevator door opens with a soft pling and Shawn blinks, seeing her.
She’s carrying a basket of laundry that is smelling like lavender and roses, her hair up in a ponytail, cheeks rosy and he can’t believe his luck with running into her again.
“Hi!” he says, sounding way too cheerful.
“Hey!” she grins. “Welcome back! How was Brazil?”
“Awesome. People are a bit crazy down there but I loved Rio. Had a great time.”
He wants to press the button in the elevator that would take them to their floor but it has already been pressed, glowing in red.
“I saw your performance actually.”
“You did?” his face lights up, eyes sparkling and he shifts the heavy bags in his arms around, placing one on the elevator floor.
“Yeah, you killed it. Also loved the rasp…”
He laughs softly. “Ah, yes… thanks again for taking care of me. Couldn’t have played Rock in Rio without you.”
She blushes, looking down. “Nothing to thank me for, really.”
The realization hits him like a sudden flash.
He had missed her.
Her beautiful face. The way she looks at him. Her smile. Her eyes.
And he bites his bottom lip, craving her touch again. His lips on hers.
He leans against the elevator wall and she looks at the full bags.
“Went groceries shopping for a change, huh?”
He chuckles, smirking proudly. “Yeah, gonna fill up my fridge. Are you proud of me?”
She laughs. “So proud.”
And in this moment as he is shifting the bag in his arms, he hears something fall to the floor.
Of all the things that could have been falling out of the bag. Milk, butter, honey, cereal…
It had to be the condoms.
She looks down and he quickly bends down to pick up the blue package.
He’s blushing hard by now and there’s no way she isn’t reading what’s on the package.
Durex. Extra thin. Extra sensitive.
Maximizing sensitivity, while still providing a high level of security and protection.
It should not be this awkward. They were adults. It was normal to buy condoms. Nothing wrong with that!
He clears his throat, shoving the package into the back pocket of his jeans and she avoids making eye contact.
“Okay, this was kinda awkward,” he says under his breath.
“Kinda,” she says, laughing almost, putting her basket down.
He puts his bag on the floor as well and before the elevator can stop on their floor, he pins her against the silver wall, his lips ghosting over her ear.
“I’m not… seeing anybody else,” he breathes and he can feel her shiver underneath his touch as his hands are on her hips. “Just wanted to make that clear.”
“O-okay,” she says, sounding a little bit surprised.
“And I missed you,” he murmurs, voice strained with longing.
Her hands are now on his chest, wandering down, playing with the hem a little as he is looking at her, tilting her chin up ever so gently.
“Missed you, too.”
This is all he needs to press her eagerly against the wall. Pressing his lips on hers in a heated kiss, he would take her right there. Up against the elevator wall, her legs around his hips but he pulls back.
It should not be like this.
He has promised himself to take things slow.
The elevator comes to a halt and they look at each other, cheeks flushed, clothes slightly crumpled, breathing heavily.
“Um- well, then…” she says, stepping out. “See you, Shawn.”
He follows her out of the elevator, fumbling with his keys.
And he wonders if she’s as aroused as he is. As needy. As much craving him as he is craving her.
fluff…so much fluff, also sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you find any, drop by my inbox and tell me please?
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At one of Shawn’s Q&A’s, the fans seem to be more interested in you and
Aaliyah than they are Shawn.
There was a Shawn imagine where it was similar but it didn’t include Aaliyah or
the same questions. I asked the writer of that fic ( @1-800-sassy-mendes) if she
was ok with it and she was! Hope you understand! Xx
He needs her more than anything else; he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth along his shoulders. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her.
Illuminate series, Pt. I, Pt. II Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character Rating: Explicit Words: 1898
They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a magnetic force drawing her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when both of them push their jackets off their shoulders and remove their shoes in a hurry. He pulls her shirt over her head and her fingers work fast to unbutton his and removes it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom.
A/N: I really don’t know where this came from but i wrote it bc i couldn’t start another piece so here. thanks to @sourshawn and @holyhotmendes for writing such good shit & giving me inspo to better my own, i love u guys :’)
enjoy guise x
She loved seeing him in one of his most vulnerable states. Splayed across his mattress, legs parted, and short breathy pants falling past his bitten lips. She loved him with every bit of her heart, sometimes it ached. Y/N loved being the reason he laughed the loudest and grinned the brightest. However, she loved being the thing that made him moan the loudest the most.
“Fuck it, I’m done waiting.” Shawn sighed in relief as he slammed Y/N back down against his thighs. She yelped, reveling in the feeling of his hips stuttering against her heat. “Again, please.” He granted her request, gripping her hips in his palms and pulling her off his throbbing cock. She screams when he drops her again, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest spot perfectly.
She rolled her hips over his own, picking up speed with every rotation. Shawn thrusts his hips up, meeting her gyrations in sync. His fingers bite into her hips, leaving reddening bruises that’ll still be alive in the morning. “Come on honey, I feel you clenching.” “I can’t.” Y/N cried. Every single one of her sense were on high alert, exceedingly hypersensitive to everything. She’s teetering on her fifth orgasm of the night, Shawn already having ripped three from her with just his tongue and the most recent with just his fingers. She really felt like she couldn’t.
At least she thought she couldn’t. The moment Shawn’s lips encase one of her breasts while in his large hand and his left thumb relocates to her clit, it’s no longer impossible. Another orgasm tumbles out like the cries now floating from her throat and her body convulses in his lap.
Her arousal leaks over his pelvis like the sweat dripping down his neck and it starts a bolder, fiercer fire in him. His hips thrust briskly, chasing his release through a tortuous maze. He can feel it coming, he knows it’s gonna take him; take every last puff of air from his lungs. It’ll snatch the lasting remnants of energy from his veins and he tries—he tries so fucking hard to prepare so maybe it won’t—but it catches him unsuspectingly.
The burn in his throat after the loud “Shit!” he screams is nothing compared to the ache of his bones as he cums, holding her body flush against his own. His hips stumble, riding out the last of his orgasm and he just sits there, Y/N in his arms and a goofy lazy smile slowly finding its way on his face.
He’s so fucking gone. He could think of a million and one different ways someone else would say to spend the night, but this was fine for him. This was enough and he wouldn’t like it any other way.
Imagine! Meant to post last night, but got tired and fell asleep before editing.
You are staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what Shawn sees in you. You honestly have no idea what he sees.
He always says you’re beautiful, stunning, that you take his breath away. But you just can’t see it.
All you can see is your double chin, your puffy cheeks, wide hips, flat ass, thick thighs, flabby belly.
The longer you stare, the worse you look.
God this is what Shawn sees.
“Hey Babe.” He says walking to your room. “Ready for our run?” He asks.
You look over at him with a weak smile.
“Babe are you okay?” He asks walking over to you, resting the back of his hand to your forehead.
“What? I’m fine.” You push his hand away.
“You’re all sweaty, and flushed. are you feeling okay?”
“Yes Shawn I’m fine.” You giggle.
Lately you and Shawn have been going on a daily runs, but he doesn’t know that you go on two daily runs. You go for about two miles and then meet up with him, running another two with him, and sometimes you run another one.
Just to burn those calories.
“But.” He starts.
“I’m fine.” You say walking past him, grabbing your water bottle.
He lets it go, but keeps a close watch on you.
He catches you again, later that day, staring at yourself in the mirror.
“Can’t stop looking at it either?” He says with a smirk. Your eyes go wide and you push his hands away as he tries to hug you from behind. He doesn’t quite catch your attitude until he goes to grab you again and this time you completely move away from him.
“Hey.” He says following you.
“What Shawn?” You snap. He takes a step back, barely, and stares at you.
“Whats wrong?” He asks, gaze softening.
“I just don’t want you to touch me okay.” You say frustrated.
“Okay,” He says putting his hands up in surrender.
“I have to go get ready for dinner.” You say going to your closet, resting your head in your hands.
“Should we match tonight?” He asks following you, watching as you rub your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Baby?” He asks softly. “Tell me whats wrong.”
“Just drop it.” You say looking up at him. He just stares at you. You take a breath and look at his side of the closet. “What are you gonna wear?”
“Oh um,” He looks over and shrugs. “I don’t know, what should I wear?” He says walking a bit closer to you, slowly.
“I don’t know Shawn.” You sigh.
“I know, we’ll pick a color. Then I’ll pick your dress and you can pick my outfit out. Cute right?” He says, honestly it sounded like a lot of fun so you nodded, smiling.
“Dark or light?”
“Ok, you pick mine, and I’ll pick yours.” He says smiling. Instead of looking at your side he simply walked out of the room.
“Shawn? Where are you going?” You ask, looking through his shirts.
“To pick yours out, I’ll be back.” He says, and you hear him grab his keys and then walk out.
“Oh god.” You mumble.
“Go get dressed Babe.” He said handing you a black bag.
“Here’s yours.” You say handing him a pile of clothes you’ve folded nicely.
“This is really exciting.” He says as you start to walk away.
You go to your room and close the door, sneaking a peak into the bag. You pull out the most amazing dark blue dress. It’s shiny and goes to about mid thigh. It’s cute and shows off some cleavage.
But under the dress was another bag. A pink and black bag.
“Oh my god.” You mumble as you pull the Victoria Secret bag out.
He got you a matching set of dark blue lace underwear and panties. They were pretty cute, and when you put them on, because well it was apart of his choosing, they made you feel so confident. And made you feel sexy as hell.
You slipped the dress on and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
When was the last time I smiled looking in the mirror.
“Shawn?” You call out.
“Straight, curled or up in a ponytail type of hair style.” Even though you knew the answer.
“Curled.” He yelled back.
You smiled and turned your curling iron on.
You opened the door and looked down, seeing a pair of heels that matched your dress.
You smiled to yourself and slipped into the heels.
You walked out to the front, heels clicking on the hard wood. Shawn stood up from his spot on the couch. Putting his phone in his back pocket.
“Jesus.” He breathed out as he looked at you.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Twirl.” He says motioning for you to twirl with his right index finger.You did as told and twirled.
“Holy fuck.” He mumbled, tugging at his curls.
“I like that shirt.” You said pointing at him.
“Yeah?” He said twirling, making you giggle.
“Yeah, shows off those badass tats.” You say as he comes closer.
“You do know this is a business dinner right?”
“Why get tattoo’s if your just gonna cover them, that’s just teasing.” You say as he smiles at you.
“Um you didn’t give me a pair of boxers, so I went commando.” He says grinning.
“You didn’t.” You say, deadpanning.
“Wanna check?” He teases.
“Kind of, yeah?” You laugh. He gulps.
“What do you think of your outfit?” He changes the subject.
“I love it, baby you didn’t have to go out and buy me it.” You say walking into his embrace.
“I gotta spoil my girl.”
“Yeah but with a new dress, shoes, and a new set?” You say smirking.
“Well, the dress and shoes were for you. The set? That my dear is for me.”
“Thought so.” You giggle.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
This dinner is extremely boring for you. You have no idea what they are talking about because you zoned out about 20 minutes ago, and whenever Shawn looks at you you just smile at him.
“I have to go to the bathroom, Y/n? Join me?” One of the other girlfriends, Nicole offers. You smile and nod.
You get up and can feel Shawn’s gaze burning on you.
You both enter the bathroom and she goes straight for the sink.
“God I hate these dinners, their so boring.” She says washing her hands.
“Yeah, usually I just zone out. Making lists about what I need to do the next day in my head.” You confess.
“Smart.” She says smiling at you in the mirror.
Somehow the topic comes around to food, and she’s talking about what you ordered.
“Don’t you think it was a bit much?”
“Oh the price?” You ask, because you planned on covering for yourself.
“No, not the price, lord knows these boys can handle a meal of that price. I mean the amount. It’s a bit much, I mean look at you. You gotta stop eating so much.” She says eyeing your stomach.
You stopped in your tracks. Completely taking back by what she just said.
“Well come on dear, its the truth and we all know it.” She says. “Shawn ain’t gonna see you as a beautiful woman if you keep gaining.”
You were appalled. You had actually thought that you were losing some weight.
“Um.” You didn’t know how to respond.
“Don’t take offense honey, it’s life. Some are rounder than others.” She shrugged walking out of the bathroom.
And just like that, the good mood Shawn got you into was gone. With a 30 second conversation about your meal. All those thoughts that were in your head all morning and afternoon were now screaming at you.
You exit, not looking at yourself, and take your seat next to Shawn. Your meal had been delivered and you noticed Nicole look at you with a frown.
You were starving, but she was right. How could you eat like this and expect to lose weight.
So you discreetly picked at your food, not eating really anything. Shawn noticed, letting his hand rest on your thigh before you pushed it off.
“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, so no one else would hear.
“Not now.” You barely met his gaze.
“Are we back to this?” He said trying to get your attention.
“Don’t Shawn.” You sneered.
He huffed and ordered you a box even though you told him it was okay. But you secretly thanked him because that was an expensive meal that you didn’t eat.
“Care to explain what’s wrong yet?” He asked once the car doors were closed.
“Please Shawn, not right now.” You sighed.
“No, I thought I broke this. I thought I got you feeling better.” He said staring at you fiercely.
“You did.” You whispered.
“Y/n tell me what is wrong? You are killing me here, I know something is up and you wont tell me. I thought we didn’t keep things from each other.”
“We don’t” You defended turning to look at him.
“Then tell me whats wrong.” He whispered, he looked so distraught. It’s now you realized how worried and concerned he is.
Just tell him.
“I just,” You start. “I just am having some body image issues.”
“What?” He says in shock, not the answer he was expecting.
“I have been feeling bad about myself lately and it was really bad this morning. It was practically gone when I put this outfit on, but Nicole.” You stopped yourself.
“What did Nicole do?”
“She pretty much told me that you would no longer wanna be with me if I gained any more weight.”
“WHAT?” He said becoming angry. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“No it’s not Shawn, she’s right. I’m a fat piece of shit.” You say, shaking your head.
“HEY!” He shouted at you. Shocking you. “Don’t you EVER speak about MY girlfriend like that.” He warned you.
“Shawn.” You sighed.
“No, listen to me. That hurts my feelings. I love you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your fucking curves kill me, I can barely keep my hands off of you. I’m not liking this ‘push Shawn’s hands away’ thing. You’re mine and I’m gonna hold you when I want to. You are beautiful, stunning, funny, a smart ass, smart, caring, compassionate, and most importantly mine.”
“Really?” You ask, tearful.
“Come here.” He say pulling you over the console, sitting you on his lap.
“Jesus, do you know how bad you’re killing me in this dress.” He says running his hands up and down your thighs.
“No.” You mumble.
“Let’s just say, I had no idea what we were talking about at dinner because all I could think about was getting you home.” He smirks. “That dress is beautiful, but I’d rather see what you look like without it on.”
You laugh and lightly smack his chest.
“No, you think you look fat. Ha, babe you are not fat. You aren’t even close to being fat. Like miles away from being fat.”
“But this afternoon you said ‘You staring at it to?’”
“Yeah, how beautiful you are. I know that I can’t stop staring at it.”
You smile and lean your head against his shoulder.
“No yeah, that makes sense.” You mumble.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Stop, you’re killing me here.” He says making you look at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.” He says tucking a curl behind your ear.
“Take me home.” You say crawling back to your seat.
“It’s about fucking time, I’ve been waiting all night to take you home.”
And just like that, everything Nicole had said vanished from your mind. All that mattered was what Shawn said.