I was awoken by someone gently shaking and saying my name repeatedly. My eyes fluttered open to reveal a messy haired and shirtless Shawn.
“Baby..” I mumbled, as I turned around to look at our table side clock. “It’s two in the morning.” I said, turning back around facing him again.
“I know daring..” He soothed as his fingertips traced shapes into my arm. “But I couldn’t sleep since I’m leaving next week.”
A smile crept my lips. “Shawn, we have to enjoy right now. In this moment. Every moment together. We can’t focus on the negative. Remember, this is your dream and I completely support you and the downsides to it. I love you so much, no matter what. ” I said, caressing his cheek.
Shawn said nothing for a few seconds then all at once, I felt his lips brush against mine. The last time we kissed like this was our two year anniversary, sweet and passionate, far from rushed. It was as if everything around us was moving in slow motion.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you Y/N, you know that?” He said. I smiled, “Of course, I love you too Shawn.”
Our bodies were intertwined and eyes closed, attempting to fall asleep once more.
Ten minutes or so passed by until Shawn spoke. “Baby, I can’t sleep now. Can we go out for a ride?” I pursed my lips, debating if I should miss work tomorrow. Oh fuck it. “Let’s go.“ I approved.
Shawn’s jeep strong, cold air conditioning caused goosebumps to plague down my entire body. His warm hand touched the skin on my thigh, making me feel slightly better. The radio played softly as we drove to our spot. A comfortable silence engulfed us.
His jeep came to a stop, we’ve made it. We reclined our seats back, looking at the pure sky, drowning us in stars and the white full moon. My body turned to face Shawn. “I’m not gonna lie. I’m going to miss you like crazy baby.” I said, as Shawn’s eyes met mine. “And I noticed that we haven’t fucked in a while..” I hinted. His eyes widened knowing what’s going to happen next.
I put my seat into it’s original position and climbed to the back seat. He caught onto my drift and did as I did. “I’m taking control this time baby.” I stated as I straddled him. He nodded quickly. “Lay back baby boy. Let me do all the work.” I insisted.
His hands explored my bare back under my shirt. I quickly pinned his hands on the sides of him so he couldn’t touch me and trailed sloppy kisses down his jawline. He moaned in response. His head looked up, giving me more access. I got him where I wanted him. He was weak for me.
“Oh my god, Baby.” Shawn groaned as my hips started rolling on his. “Tell me you want it,” I teased. “Tell me you want me,” I demanded. His hooded eyes glazed at me, “Please Y/N,” He blurted. I loved seeing him like this, frustrated.
Shawn bucked his hips forward hoping for more contact then we already were having, but I refused.
My hands cupped his soft face and tugged at his hair as I kissed him. I finally let him touch me. His strong arms wrapped around me, yanking my shirt off revealing that I wore no bra. His smile seemed to glow in the dark. His long fingers dipped into my velvet shorts and pulled them off along with my panties. My hands found the hem of his shirt and ripped it from his incredible body.
“Has my baby boy been good for me?” I whispered,my lips against his ear surely sending shivers down his back. He nodded his head softly, mumbling a short yes. “I can feel how I affect you,” I added referring to his prominent boner through his basketball shorts. Just to mess with him, my delicate hand found it and slowly palmed him. “Ahh, Fuck Princess,” He moaned.
We were both now completely naked. His hands gripped on my sides, awaiting for me to lower myself onto him. I fulfilled his wish and proceeded. I whimpered as his cock fulled me up, he smirked. I started riding him, my hands held onto his shoulders and my lips met his once again.
Our movements made his jeep shake.
He pulled away from my lips, taking my bottom lip with him biting it. “You look so god damn hot on my cock baby,” He stuttered trying to be dominant. Not this time Shawny Boy. “No Shawn, I’m in control this time, I’m the one making you feel this way,” I stammered, quickening my pace. He groaned at my sense of control. My nails dug into the skin of his back from all the pleasure he was providing me.
Beads of sweat dripped down our foreheads. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stop his groans from slipping out. “Tell me how I’m making you feel baby, I wanna hear you,” I insisted. “You made me feel so fucking good Y/N. I love you so fucking much,” He replied, almost out of breath to even speak.
My legs were about to give out. Shawn knew I was getting tired but he still wanted us to go into pure ecstasy. He started thrusting up into me, taking charge for the last few moments. “Fuck baby boy, I’m about to come,” I whimpered. “Me too Princess,” He wheezed.
Then we finally reached our high. We interlocked our lips, capturing this moment to remember forever. I pulled away out of breath, my head resting on his shoulder. “I love you Shawn,” I stated. “I love you too Y/N,” He replied.
Shawn Mendes Words ~ 1,600 Note ~ I had a heated conversation with a friend over this topic, then the same one with my mum, so decided to write a story sort of based on it.
Slamming the car door shut I didn’t even wait for Shawn, trying my hardest not to stomp my way to the front door. So far I’ve managed to keep my emotions contained, but it was only a matter of time before I exploded.
Another car door slammed shut, this time it was much more aggressive. From behind me, I heard the doors lock followed by the sound of angry footsteps. Shawn had just made it to the front door as I unlocked it, and I was seriously considering shutting it in his face, but his hand got in the way before I could.
“Alex.” His voice was calmer than I expected, but still held a sense of authority to it.
I didn’t reply, not wanting to start another screaming match in front of some random persons apartment. Instead, I flashed him a harsh look before starting the journey up the four flights of stairs to the apartment. Shawn sighed but didn’t say another word as he trailed behind me.
Neither of us said anything as the apartment door banged shut. Or when Que made some sly comment about the tension in the room before quickly evacuating to her room. And we were still silent as we made our way to the kitchen.
Opening the over head cupboard, I was searching for a glass when I sensed Shawn creeping up behind me, placing his hands on the counter either side of me, trapping me against his body. I struggled not to gag at the strong sent radiating off his clothes.
“Baby, please talk to me. Why are you mad?” Shawn pleaded, finally breaking the silence.
Biting back the harsh laugh that threatened to escape, the cupboard closed with another loud bang as I turned to him. A small smile flashed onto his face, but it was quickly wiped away when he saw the look on mine.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stopped him from pulling me any closer, “You told me you had quit.”
A deep sound rumbled through his chest, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed the worktop harder. Shawn didn’t even try to hold his angry laugh, “Let me guess; you’re not angry, your disappointed.” He mocked the silly little saying I always brought up during joke fights.
“Oh no, I’m angry as hell.” I shot down his sarcastic response, “I’m angry that you lied to me. I’m angry that you’re still smoking.”
Heat rolled off his body as he released his death grip on the counter, scrubbing his fingers through his hair, “I’ve tried to quit.”
“Clearly you didn’t try hard enough.” Maybe my words where too harsh, but he really needed to hear them just as much as I needed to get them off my chest.
“Don’t say I haven’t tried hard enough, because I have. You don’t understand how addicting it can get.” Shawn’s attempt at reasoning was pathetic.
“No, I don’t know how addicting it is because I’ve never been stupid enough to try them in the first place!” I finally let out the laugh, “Not only that, but you’ve been lying to me for three months Shawn. What else have you not been telling me?”
Shawn’s face softened at the way my voiced cracked towards the end. Tears were already building up behind my eyes. Welp, now who’s the pathetic one?
A hand reached out to grab my cheek, but I jerked away, “You’re not touching me until you stop.”
“What?” Shawn choked on his words, “Alex, you can’t be serious?”
“Hey, if you want to kill yourself by inhaling those death sticks, that’s your choice. But I’m not letting you touch me while you do.”
“Are you really making me choose between you and cigarettes?”
“Yeah, I am.” I shot back. I stared at him for a moment before turning to walk out the door. But like always, Shawn had to have the last word.
“This is stupid, Alex! You’re going to cave!”
I didn’t cave. We went four hours without talking to each other. I think the only reason I went so long was because of the video I was editing, otherwise I would have caved in the first hour.
Shawn wasn’t enjoying it much either. Whenever I looked up at him, he made a big deal of getting up to smoke. By the sixth time, even Que and Katie were getting annoyed to the point in which they locked the door to the balcony. Shawn didn’t take too kindly to this and ended up storming out the apartment.
“I’m sorry, I don’t like the boy but I don’t want to see him dead.” Que stated as the door swung close.
I bit the inside of my cheek, not saying a word.
And that was it. No one heard from him until he was suddenly storming into my room hours later.
“Where the hell have you been?” I sat on the bed, attempting to distract myself from going out of my mind. This whole thing was stupid. I was being stupid. In reality I knew he was fine, but that didn’t stop all these horrible scenarios from playing out in my head.
“Out.” Shawn spat, not once did he look at me as he stripped off his coat, disregarding it on the chair behind my desk.
“Shawn, it’s ten to one in the morning, in the middle of winter. You weren’t just out…”
“Look, I don’t need you mothering me all the time.” He snapped, slamming his fist against the desk making me jump a little.
“Well sorry, I was worried about you.” Shawn flinched at the way my voice cracked. Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. God, I hated my emotions sometimes. He flinched again, this time as I shoved a pillow against his chest. He stared down at the object with confusion, “You can sleep on the sofa tonight.”
“You can’t just kick me out! It’s my bed too!” He wasn’t even trying to keep quiet, not caring if he woke my flatmates up.
I bit back all the witty responses I had stored, instead settling for some very intense eye contact. Whole body tense and radiating anger, Shawn eventually gave up, slamming yet another door.
And his lack of trying hurt, a lot. But it was late and I was too exhausted, emotionally and physically, to start another argument with him. So I went to bed, alone, and ended up crying myself to sleep.
Four days later and we got by on one word conversations. I sat in my room working on some papers when Shawn walked in, holding a teddy bear and a book.
“Can we talk?” He asked in a soft voice, placing the presents on the desk next to me. I tried to hide my smile as I picked up the book, running my fingers over the cover, realising it was one of the books on my ‘To Buy’ list that mysteriously disappears late last night.
Placing the book back on the desk, I turned to face Shawn who now sat in the bed. Without a word, he opened his arms. I fought the urge to run over and hug him, not wanting to give in and lose the battle so easily. And even though I really did miss talking to him and cuddling him, he still really pissed me off.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Shawn grabbed my hand, tugging me off the chair and closer to him. There was still a lingering smell of smoke and nicotine surrounding him, and while it wasn’t as strong as before, it was still disgusting.
“I’m sorry. I was being a giant dick over the whole thing.”
“Yeah, you were.” I agreed making him laugh. I smacked him in the chest, “This isn’t funny, Shawn. You’ve been lying to me for months. I found out through Katie who found the photo on the Internet.”
“I know. I’m really, really sorry.” He looked down at his hands as they closed around mine, swinging them from side to side, “I knew you didn’t like it when I smoke, so I thought I could hide it when I was away. I just didn’t want to stress you out more than needed.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” I pulled my hands away, but instead getting the hint and letting me go, Shawn’s hands found the small of my back, “You are literally killing yourself with those things.”
“I mean, we’re all dying anyway…”
“That’s not an excuse!” I gave up trying to be serious as Shawn started laughing again. Pressing a kiss against his neck, my head found his shoulder while his fingers drew soothing patterns along my spine, “I don’t want to see you damaging your body like this."
"I know.” He mumbled into my hair, “I’m going to quit, like actually quit this time.”
“Mhm.” I didn’t 100% believe him. I mean, he said this last time, and look how that went.
Shawn moved so I was looking at his face, “I mean this time. I’ve already gave my last couple of packs away to this homeless guy-”
“Long story. Basically, I’m done. I’m probably going to be angry for a while, and I might slip up, but I’m done. Okay?”
I stared at him for a moment, not sure whether or not to believe him.
“Okay.” Nodding my head and left a small peck on his nose.
“Don’t I get a proper kiss?” Shawn pouted, and he really looked adorable, but I still wasn’t going to kiss him.
“Your breath still stinks.” I moved to sit on the desk chair, picking up the book again, “And I’m washing all your clothes.”
“I’m not complaining about that.” Shawn playfully winked at me and flopped onto my bed and purposely rolling around, covering the sheets in the horrible smoky sent.
Rolling my eyes, I walked away from the annoying goof and towards the living room, not before getting the last word, “On second hand, do it yourself.”
Shawn Mendes Words ~ 700 Note ~ Some more filler content while I work on a request :D Also, sorry the end is really bad.
Shawn let out another frustrated groan as he played yet another wrong chord, disrupting the once beautiful sounding tune. The room fell silent and at first I thought he left, finally giving up on the song after an hour of trying to get it right.
“Babyyyy.” Shawn whined from across the room. I jumped slightly at the unexpected sound, but carried on typing away at my laptop, “Alex….”
“Shawnnnnn.” I giggled, mimicking his tone as he won my attention. I rolled my eyes as the annoyingly smug smile grew on his face, “What do you want?”
Placing the guitar on the floor next to the chair, Shawn opened his arms. And as much as I wanted to accept his invitation to cuddle, there was a reason I put space between us in the first place.
“I need to finish my homework.” I tried to convince him, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he pulled the saddest face he could master, knowing it would make me cave. And I was staying pretty strong until he started pouting which made him look ten thousand time more adorable.
I hated how easily he could made me cave. Sighing, I dumped my laptop onto the coffee table. Another smile quickly grew on Shawn’s face as I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, “You’re insufferable.”
“You love me really.” He gave me a short peck on the lips before tugging me closer so I was sitting on one of his parted legs. Picking up the guitar, he placed it on the other so the neck was facing me, “Help me. I have a strumming pattern but I can’t get the chords right.”
Staring down at the instrument, dread filled me. I was no stranger to music, I’ve been playing piano since I was like five. And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I was pretty damn good at it. But I’ve only been practising guitar for a matter of months. I couldn’t even remember how to play most of the basic chords.
Shawn must have read my thoughts kissed my cheek, mumbling a soft “Here” as he positioned my hand in the correct place for an G chord before strumming. It sounded okay. Then I tried moving to a different note and a horrible metallic sound cut through the air.
We both fell into a fit off giggles. Shawn quickly grabbed my hand as I tried to pull away, “No, it was good.” He told me through laughter. I stared at him as if he had just grew a second head, but let him guide my hand back to the strings.
As time went on, and I remembered bits and pieces of what I’ve learnt over the past few months, the tune started sounding better. Every once in a while Shawn would jot ideas down, but I really hopped he never used any of this in a song.
The front door flew open, crashing against the wall behind it. Mike and John’s laughter carried through the house as they appeared in the doorway of the living room. I quickly removed my hands from the instrument, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the awful noise it was making.
“Well, isn’t this adorable.” Mike teased and I hid my reddening face against Shawn’s neck, but he wasn’t paying attention as he turned to my brother with hopeful eyes, “Don’t you think?”
“Eh, it’s all just noise to me.” John shrugged, not realising the obvious hint Mike was sending his way. And I was going to say something, but John was already grabbing Mike’s hand and pulling him upstairs.
I just about heard Mike’s blunt question, clearly giving up on being subtle, “Why don’t we do anything cute like that?” But John’s reply was muffled by his bedroom door slamming shut.
I took this moment of distraction to escape from the guitar and escape Shawn's lap. Brow furrowed, he glanced at my stared at my outstretched hand with confusion, but took it anyway. Pulling him off the sofa, Shawn just had enough time to abandon the guitar next to my laptop on the coffee table as I dragged him towards the old piano across the room.
“Time to play an instrument that I’m actually good at.”
Request: Can you make a Shawn smut where Bella (that’s my name) is a a party with Shawn and gilinsky sand Bella asks Shawn to dance with her but he says he’s not in the mood so she dances with gilinsky grinding up against him when Shawn gets fed up and fucks Bella to death.
Shawn Mendes Words ~ 600 Requested by @seth-cohen-and-bagels
“Shawn! Stop!” Alex squealed through her laughter as she struggled to wiggle away. It didn’t work. I pulled her back into my arms, my fingers instantly finding her hips again, “I need to answer the phone.”
“Fine.” I huffed, putting on my best pout that she normally couldn’t risk and loosened my hold. Her adorable giggles shot through me in the best way possible, seeing my heart racing against my chest.
Still trying to catch her breath, Alex sat up, planting a peck on my outstretched lower lip before grabbing her ringing phone from the coffee table. She took a deep breath before answering. My pout soon turned into a smirk when I realised it was her manager on the other end.
I could have some fun with this.
Sitting up, my hands became glued to her hips again while my chin rested on her shoulder. She didn’t even try to fight the big goofy smile as my prickly cheek rubbed against hers.
I could just about hear the woman talking on the other end of the phone, laughter laced her words as she spoke, “You sound out of breath.”
“Yeah, Shawn was being annoying.” My jaw fell open. Well, if she thought that was annoying just wait.
They started talking about YouTube stuff which instantly had me loosing interest. I turned my attention to her neck and began leaving a bunch of small kisses against the soft skin.
Alex’s fingers dug into my hand, shooting a warning glance my way. I didn’t stop. In fact, I was enjoying myself far too much as I pushed her hair over one shoulder, allowing room for my kisses to travel to her recently found soft spot at the back of her neck.
A tiny, barely audible sigh escaped her as I began sucking on the spot, leaving an angry looking red mark. Covering the sound with a totally realistic sounding cough, she gave my arm a rough shove in an attempt to push me away. Obviously it didn’t work, but I thought I’d play along.
Soothing one last kiss over the mark I fell back onto the couch, bringing Alex’s down with me so she was practically laying on me; our legs forming a indescribable mess of limbs, while her head rested on the arm rest next to mine.
I was instantly drawn to the slip her exposed stomach caused by her shirt riding up. She bit her lip, struggling to hold back her giggles as I traced small patterns on the soft skin.
Her small hand found mine again, halting the movements for a brief second so she could compose herself. But I was soon on the move again. My hand slowly crept higher and higher up the inside of her shirt, stopping when I felt the lace trim of her bra.
I smirked against her neck as I gently grazed my fingers across her skin, causing a shutter to run through her. And I had to bite back my own groans as she tried to wiggle away, her butt rubbing against my lower half.
Alex rushed to wrap up the rest of the conversation. Her half hearted answers making it very clear that she was becoming more and more distracted as I carried on with my assault on her neck, kissing and nibbling at all the places that made her breath hitch.
A few minutes later she hung up the phone, dropping it back on the coffee table before finally turning her attention back to me. I smiled sweetly up at her, but all that got me was a harsh smack against my chest.
“You’re so irritating sometimes.” She scowled, but her laughter didn’t help all that much.
“What can I say, I’m needy.” I smiled and brought our mouths together in a long and very heated kiss.
so i keep seeing this everywhere and it’s hurting my heart. i will say tho in all honesty, i feel like any normal person would take a photo with a celebrity even if they didn’t like them, because they’re a celebrity. i mean right? i don’t know i could be wrong but that’s just me. BUT still the fact that this chick would say that, is rude. and it hurts my heart so much to know that there are so many people out there who only like shawn for his looks. and it’s very unfair that those people get to meet him and the real fans seem to have more trouble meeting him. idk man i’m just kinda sad