blue blooded bad boy• Shawn Mendes
A/N: just a smutty blurb about a bad biker boy Shawn. Think I might have blown a pupil writing this, I also think I wanna write a smut piece about it so message me if y'all want more!!
Inspired by this heart stopping picture (fuck sake Shawn you’re actually hurting me):
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He’s laughing at something.
Got a cigarette perched in his pretty mouth and he’s standing in front of his bike – sleek black, custom fitted, one of those cheap ones that runs on fumes and a whole lot of faith.
The smoke pours out of his pink, plump lips and he’s shielded from view for a second, then the cloud evaporates and he’s grinning, brown eyes hot, heavy and intrigued like he’s Sherlock fucking Holmes.
Her eyes are glazing over the blue blooded bad boy. He’s all smoldering gaze and belts and buckles and tobacco and nicotine, late detentions and truancy letters and misunderstood teenage angst.
He’s a 3 minute electric guitar solo and she’s the limp strum of the wrongly tuned, pre owned acoustic version.
That’s not what he thinks of her, however (not that he’d let anyone know, and not that she wanted him to, anyway)
To him she’s a fucking masterpiece. A blessing, an angel perhaps - wait, no, sometimes. Sometimes an angel.