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I Wanna Love You With The Lights On (s.m.)

i’m just gonna pretend that i never found this picture. 😩

shawn mendes x female reader. word count: 3.9k, contains fluff and smut. this is one of my comfort videos and i want so bad to be in camila’s place-–— so i combined two concepts and here we are. enjoyyyyh <3 and also, shawn’s song

TW: smut, dominance, degradation, oral, almost getting walked in on, you know. SMUTTTTTT. It starts off so slow and boring, but stick with it pleaaasseee 🥺 annnnnnd I got lazy proofreading D:

The Met Gala.

Shawn and y/n had been anticipating this for so long. It was their first time going together, and that alone was exciting. Every day was a new adventure for them, and they wanted to experience it all together.

Several weeks before the gala, they had met with their stylists to talk about their attire for the day. Y/N was to wear an elegant dress composed of a smooth red fabric with a delicate sheen. It would be tightly fitted all the way down with a bare back and a slit cut into the left side to show your leg. The top would be covered in red sequins, and it would ride low on your chest, showing an ungodly amount of cleavage. The sleeves would barely cover the tops of your shoulders with a sheer red fabric. The dress would be paired with strappy heels and a pearl necklace reminiscent of the one your grandmother often wore. It was bold in the most classic way possible. It was the perfect thing to go with Shawn’s outfit.

He would be wearing a black leather jacket with nothing underneath to show off his solid chest and ripped abs. There would be a heavy necklace to add texture to his chest, and he would be wearing a pair of black pants and heavy black boots.

As soon as this was decided, Shawn and his girlfriend were absolutely hooked.

“Think of how sexy your chest will be,” Y/N breathed as she ran her hand along the comfortable firmness of his muscles. “It’s like a dream.”

“Think of how sexy you’ll look,” Shawn practically moaned as he imagined how nicely the dress would hug you. It almost made him drool. The Met Gala was going to be an unforgettable night, hands down.

The day of the Met Gala rolled around.

Shawn held Y/N’s hand as they walked into the building where they’d be getting ready. They were brought into interconnected rooms and the process of getting them ready began.

Y/N’s skin was cleansed deeply until it emitted a healthy glow, and her hair was shampooed so it shone.

“My skin feels so smooth,” she beamed as she ran a finger gently along her cheek.

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom,” Shawn called cheekily from the other room.

She could picture the lopsided grin on his face and how pink his cheeks were growing as he realized what he said.

Miranda, one of the three stylists working with her, couldn’t help but chuckle at his response.

“Guess he’s listening in,” Y/N mused quietly, to which she laughed merrily.

Shawn’s room was awfully quiet.

“Damn, these are the shoes you get to wear?” Ian, one of the other two stylists asked as he picked up one of your strappy heels. He was in charge of her outfit right now; performing minor adjustments and finishing touches.

“I’m gonna be so tall,” Y/N replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Shawn Mendes has nothing on me.”

“We’re just going to ignore the fact that I’m taller than you,” Shawn contradicted from the other room. “I’m bigger, stronger, and tougher than your wildest dreams.”

His words were audacious, but his shaky voice was a clear indicator of nerves.

“Well, you’re my mildest dream,” she bantered absentmindedly. “You wouldn’t stand a chance against my nightmares. Now… don’t you have business to attend to?”

Ian let out a choke-laugh from his position across the room, his face crinkling up into a joyous expression. “Girl,” he commented. “Is he like that all the time?”

Y/N tried to shake her head, but she was greeted with an unexpected singe of heat on the back of her neck.

She made a sound similar to a cat hissing at the sensation, and the stylist working on her hair pulled back in horror.

“Oh my God. Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied as she fingered the tender area. “I can’t feel it anymore.”

“Good,” Claire, the stylist, replied. “It’s pretty visible, though.”

“She looks like she got a hickey!” Miranda squealed as she peered around Y/N’s neck. “Ohmygosh, so romantic!”

Claire’s lip curled up in disgust. “If Y/N wants to get a break from thirst dms, we’re gonna have to cover that with every fiber of our being. Ian? Can you go get some ice?”

“Just a little bit,” Miranda advised. “We don’t need a lot. You give him an inch and he’ll take a mile.”

Y/N gave a weak laugh and bit her lip. She was still a little uncomfortable with all of the attention. The concept was new to her. She had anticipated being in the same room as Shawn, and being able to talk to him without walls acting as barriers.

Oh well, she thought. Only a few more hours.

The last thought brought on a whole new wave of panic, but she assured herself that Shawn knew what he was doing.

This was his third Met Gala, after all. He was a professional!

“Things sure got quiet once Ian left,” Claire commented as she used her long acrylic nails to brush through Y/N’s half-styles hair. “Who wants to listen to some music?”

“Me!” Y/N was only too eager to agree. The constant chatter wasn’t comfortable, but neither was the silence!

“Do you have a good playlist?” Claire inquired as she played with Y/N’s curls, trying to find a way to cover the burn.

“I think so.” She unlocked her phone and scrolled through Spotify until she found her go-to playlist for good vibes.

By the time Ian returned, the girls were belting the songs out like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Well,” he said hesitantly, “I got your ice. Anything else I can do for you?”

“So you can leave again?” Claire giggled. “Sure. Uh, I’ll take…”

She proceeded to rattle off an extensive order, most of which seemed contradictory or impromptu. She went on and on about how she didn’t want a sleeve on the cup, and how she wanted to substitute several ingredients until Ian interrupted with an exasperated squeak.

“Is that too much?” Claire inquired innocently.

“Girl, tell me, what the fuck is that?” Ian protested. “Let me take a voice recording of you so the poor baristas can hear how stupid you sound.”

“Relax,” Claire assured him. “I got that from a Karen subreddit. I don’t need anything.”

“Y/N, do you need anything?” Miranda asked sweetly, and you declined.

“No, but you should try rapping, Claire. That— that order—would make an excellent rap.”

“Eminem could never,” Miranda agreed.

As if on cue, Love the Way You Lie started playing from Y/N’s phone.

“And I’m Rihanna,” Ian rolled his eyes back into his head.

“I can rap,” Claire confessed. “Wanna hear?”

———

“That dress suits you so well!” Miranda exclaimed as she adjusted your airy sleeves. “Shawn’s going to have the best reaction ever.”

Y/N smiled nervously before she gulped. This was frankly nerve wracking.

———

In the other room, Shawn’s stylists were just getting done with him, too. They didn’t miss the nervous smile that was plastered on his face like a tattoo.

“I think you’re done here, Mr. Mendes. Why don’t you go see Y/N?”

He had done more than his fair share of dreaming about how hot she’d look in her dress, but no amount of imagination could have prepared him for what he saw.

He almost started laughing. It had to be a prank.

His jaw fell open as he stared at his girl, who wasn’t doing much to help.

“Ta-da,” she sang cutely, making jazz hands.

His jaw was practically on the floor. He turned his face away from her, pretending he had an itch on his neck. His cheeks were flaming red and he knew it. It couldn’t be helped.

“Ohh… fuck,” he said finally. Unable to make eye contact with her, he stood awkwardly, his hands raiding his pants to find pockets to thrust them into.

“You look amazing.”

A shy, boyish smile danced on his blushing face and Y/N looked at the ground also, touched by a hint of embarrassment.

“You look amazing, too, baby.”

These words nearly coaxed a moan from deep in his chest.

He knew that she was gorgeous, but the cherry red dress was doing things to him. He would look at her face, but the lipstick would probably make him equally hard.

He hoped desperately that he wouldn’t look too hard in his tight pants. He didn’t want anyone except Y/N, his princess, to see him so erect.

The pair stood in awkward silence as people bustled around them.

“We need to get you two in the car in ten minutes, so finish whatever you’re doing.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, and Shawn’s head snapped up at the sound. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promised. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

“Okay.” She smiled and leaned into his chest, rubbing her cheek along the bare muscle. “This shirt is incredibly hot on you.”

“What shirt?”

“No shirt!” she giggled. “It’s a joke.”

Shawn licked his lips and gulped nervously as he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so her back was to him. He guided her out the door and pushed her into the vehicle that was waiting for them.

It was black, shiny, and very long, and tall.

There were a handful of other people in there, various celebrities and their stylists.

Shawn and Y/N kept mostly to themselves, performing small tasks that made them smile.

“I forgot to put in my earrings, baby,” Shawn asked nervously. “Can you help me?”

She gave him a sweet smile as he handed her his tiny silver earrings.

She pushed them in and put the backs on before kissing each one gently.

“Can you fix my hair?” she requested.

A sly smirk spread across Shawn’s pink lips as he ran his fingers through the stylists’ work. “Bet that feels nice,” he commented.

“It does,” she breathed as her eyes fell shut. She opened her jaw to make it look like she was going to moan, but Shawn clamped it shut.

“That’s enough, baby girl.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” she feigned innocence as Shawn’s strong, veiny hand came to rest on her knee, on top of her cherry red dress. His ring-clad digits curled as he squeezed it and she let out a sound that was a cross between a hiccup and a whine.

Shawn lowered his face so it was right beside her ear and whispered, “be good.”

The words, though simple, made Y/N shiver with pleasure. A side effect to this horniness was a new sense of confidence.

Thank goodness no one aside from Shawn was paying attention to her, because she felt the need to tense her thighs a little tighter.

Once they arrived at the venue, it was absolute chaos. There were people shouting instructions at them from every direction. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

There were cameras everywhere. Everyone in sight had a camera. The flashes were blinding, and Shawn’s hand was the only thing grounding her, but it was exhilarating.

“Loving the attention, hm?” Shawn asked discreetly as they began walking down the stairs.

She didn’t reply. It was much too hectic for her to be heard, anyway.

Once they reached the bottom, they posed for some pictures.

Shawn’s arms felt so warm and welcoming around Y/N’s anxious body. She hoped like crazy that no one could sense how nervous they were.

As soon as the pair was done, they were ushered into another room to get ready for the after party.

Shawn would be wearing the same outfit, but Y/N had a second one to change into. It was much less fussy than her previous dress, meaning she could slide it on and forget about it.

It was a deep, shiny midnight blue wrap skirt that fell loosely around her beautiful figure, ending a crude length above her knees. She kept on the same heels and accessories, but she let Claire and Miranda fix her hair into a simple but elegant updo.

When she emerged from the fitting room, Shawn didn’t look as shocked as he had before. He looked horny as fuck.

He had a guilty sort of smile dancing on his face as he opened his arms for her.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

She craned her neck upward to reach his rosy lips with her own, giving them a firm peck. He would have to wait for more.

“Be patient,” she instructed as she ran a hand seductively down his chest. “Be a good boy.”

Shawn swallowed painfully and closed his eyes forcefully, trying to ward off the hardness that was overtaking his cock.

Y/N pretended not to notice.

The sky was completely black as they emerged from the building to get back in the van. They were headed to the after party.

Shawn had been most excited for this part, but now he just seemed impatient and aggravated. The “party” was the only thing that stood between him and his pretty girl’s glistening pussy, and sadly, it was an immovable barrier.

His hand crept slowly up her thigh as the car drove on, but he kept staring at his phone to make it seem like he wasn’t so focused on her. And because his hand was in her lap, he could feel when she clenched them tightly together.

She cursed herself mentally for having chosen such a short dress.

They could always duck out after a few minutes.

When the car pulled up to the massive mansion where the party was to be held, everyone inside spilled eagerly out.

Shawn and Y/N lingered by the door for a few awkward moments before entering.

They wanted to thrust their tongues deep into each others’ mouths, but someone was bound to find them there.

With nothing but an exchange of wary glances, they entered the bustling venue.

There were so many people and so many cameras flashing.

Y/N was constantly fiddling with her dress, making sure it was covering everything, and making sure her desperate thigh clench wasn’t obvious.

At one point, only ten minutes later, Shawn unfolded his hands from his lap discreetly to ask, “Do I look hard?”

Y/N bit her lip at the prominent outline that stood out through his pants. She nodded slowly, and they excused themselves to a quieter hallway.

The house was decorated with ornate artwork everywhere. It pained them both to think of how it would look by daybreak, but they seemed to have a bigger problem at hand.

“If we go into a bathroom, will anyone see us?” Y/N panicked.

“There’s a lot of people. I guess it’s a real possibility,” Shawn thought aloud. “But no one will miss us. There’s too many people here.”

“Right.”

Both of their hearts were hammering nervously, high on adrenaline.

They found an old, vacant restroom and closed the door carefully before grabbing each other’s faces and sharing a deep, passionate kiss.

Their stomachs were both enveloped in a feeling of warmth, completely full of love when they hadn’t even begun.

Y/N moaned from the sensation, and Shawn slipped his tongue back into her mouth, trying desperately not to moan too loud.

It didn’t matter how noisy the reception was. One never knew who lurked in the halls.

“Turn the lights off,” she suggested shakily.

“No way. Hold your dress out of the way,” Shawn murmured breathlessly as he squirmed free of the pants and underwear that bound him. His cock was fully erect, and he was about to fix that.

“Make it quick,” Y/N warned as she pulled her hair up into a bun at the back of her head.

Without warning, Shawn bent her over the counter and began fucking his fingers in and out of her aggressively from behind. He skipped his normal build up and thrust three in from the start.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she moaned, holding onto the insides of the twin sinks on either side of her.

Once Shawn was pleased with the amount of arousal dripping from her lips, he began thrusting his cock into her.

“Pretty… little… cunt,” he growled with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Tight, pretty little hole, gonna stretch it out so much.”

“Shawn,” she moaned again as she squirmed around him.

“Hold still,” he commanded, but he was interrupted by a jarring sound coming from the door.

Someone was there.

The light, airy moans continued to drift from Y/N’s lips, too euphoric to suppress.

“Occupied!” Shawn called, trying to drown out the moans with his smooth voice. It must have worked, because the footsteps turned and retreated.

“That was close,” Shawn grimaced. “My baby almost got us walked in on.”

“What did I do—ahh,” she gasped as another thrust nearly threw her off balance.

“Moaning like a little slut,” he tutted, inhaling shakily as drove his shaft into her throbbing pussy before emitting an ungodly erotic moan of his own. He looked in the mirror just in time to see Y/N’s eyes open in surprise.

“God, Shawnie,” she whispered. “You must feel really good right now, huh?”

“Need to cum so, so bad,” he whined uncomfortably, bucking his hips behind her. He let go and came inside her, filling her with so much love that the excess leaked out.

“Cum, baby,” Shawn groaned, pulling out of Y/N so he could watch her as she came.

Shawn pulled his pants back up and helped his shaky Y/N pull her dress down to cover her butt again.

She watched as Shawn cleaned up the bit of mess left over, then the pair washed their hands and left the bathroom.

“Do we look suspicious?” Shawn worried.

“No. No one will even notice us. Let’s just… duck out quickly.”

They thought they had left unnoticed, but they were greeted by a party of paparazzi outside the doors.

They tried to act nonchalant as they made their way to the vehicle that would take them home, but it was hard. The memory of what had happened just minutes ago was nipping at the back of Shawn and Y/N’s minds.

Y/N smiled shyly at the attention while Shawn kept a straight face, pushing her into the car. As soon as the car began driving, Shawn began whispering slight, degrading words into your ears, loud enough for only you to hear.

“You loved that attention, hm?” he questioned brusquely.

You swallowed thickly, praying for him to move on, but he didn’t.

“I need an answer, baby. I can’t have you being such an attention whore when I can give you all the attention you need? Answer me.”

“I only want your attention.”

“You better not lie to me, princess,” he placed a hand on your knee, lowering his lips even closer to your ear. “I’ll give you all the attention you’ll ever need tonight. Just wait and see.”

You thanked the driver before getting out at your house, but then rushed through the night to the door. The first thing you saw when you walked in was a staircase, and Shawn didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

“Take off your dress, Lovie,” he instructed as he peeled his sweaty clothes from his body. “Wanna see every inch of that pretty body.”

You stripped naked and he couldn’t help coming over to you, his lips feathering the burn from earlier.

“Looks like a hickey,” he commented. “Gonna give you tons of these, too.”

Several teeth marks were set into your neck, coaxing pained moans from your lips.

“Shawn… owie.”

He looked you in the eye and gave a filthy smirk before sinking to his knees before you, his mouth opening as he went.

“Gonna make you so wet,” he vowed. “Wetter than ever.”

With that, he plunged his entire face into Y/N’s pussy, absolutely smothering himself in the arousal that was already beginning to form. His tongue lapped at her clit and he tore his lips from her just long enough to mumble, “A pretty rosebud, and it’s blooming just for me.”

“God, Shawn, fuck,” Y/N moaned dizzily as she stumbled against a wall, dragging Shawn by his tongue.

“You taste so good, darling,” Shawn commented as he continued to eat her out. “It makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. It makes my tummy feel nice and full.”

“Fuck, Shawn,” she said as her head rolled back.

He was using his tongue to reach places that even she couldn’t reach. “Stop talking like a baby. Use grownup words.”

Shawn ignored her, grinning lazily as he stood up. “Cum for me, rosebud. I wanna see how good I make you feel.”

She let go, falling into his arms as she came for a second time that evening.

“You’re so pretty when you make that face,” Shawn said lowly as he brushed his fingers across her sweaty forehead. “Looking all needy for me, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, baby. F-fuck.”

“Yeah?” he mocked. “Yeah, my baby wants me to fuck her?”

He gave her no warning before his hard cock was thrusting into her, fucking her at a turtle’s pace.

On his fourth thrust in, he bottomed out and couldn’t resist commenting on it.

“Oh, my tiny girl. I bet you can feel me so deep in your tummy.”

He went on fucking her in silence, accompanied only by her airy ahs and the wet slurping sounds she made as he went in and out of her.

“I’m gonna pick up the pace a little, love,” Shawn warned. “I’m almost ready for you to cum.”

“I’m ready now,” she whined.

“Wait,” he commanded dominantly, and she closed her mouth, letting the whimpers escape through her nose.

“There’s a good girl. I just want to show you something.”

He scooped her up effortlessly into his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom, where a tall, narrow mirror was propped up against the wall. He positioned her on the counter in front of it and spread her legs.

He knelt in front of the counter and used his tongue to lap at her messy pussy.

She watched in awe as she saw him from the mirror, entranced by his expertise.

“You fuck so well,” she said, voice trembling. “I need to cum again.”

“Let me use my fingers one last time and then you can cum,” Shawn promised, to which Y/N had no choice but to agree.

He pulled his face away from her and licked his lips seductively before putting two fingers into her. He pulled them in and out, curling them expertly until his good girl came without warning.

She whined her apologies as everything flowed out of her, but Shawn didn’t mind. He took the opportunity to put his shaft back into her one final time and fill her pussy again.

She watched in awe as he came, his reflection candid in the mirror.

Once he was done, he slumped down on the bathroom floor like a starfish and gave a sigh of resignation.

Y/N left from her mount on the counter to join him, resting her head on his chest and playing with his necklace in one hand.

“God, I love you,” he sighed as he felt the coolness of the tiles seep into his sweaty skin. “Bet I made you feel real good.”

“Yeah,” she breathed in awe.

“Let’s clean up tomorrow.” he suggested tiredly.

“Are we gonna go to bed?” Y/N asked, smothering her boyfriend’s chest with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“You can go if you want,” Shawn said submissively, eyes shut for the night. “I’m not going to be able to feel my legs halfway up the stairs.”

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