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Aw, Nuts

NSFW 18+ / Minors, please DNI…

Word Count: ~4.8k

Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell him to dick you down already.”

That’s the moment you hear a knock on your apartment door. Shawn has already charmed the entirety of the front desk staff; they don’t even call you anymore for consent to let him upstairs.

You swing open the door and Shawn’s eyes brighten. “Baby,” he murmurs, his smile even more brilliant.

He draws you to him to give you an enthusiastic kiss hello. You can’t help but react; this boy is your kryptonite.

When you ease away from each other his eyes caress you from head to toe. Deliberately. He rumbles, “You look gorgeous.”

“So do you,” you breathe, cheeks pink, despite your frustration with him.

He’s wearing navy, low-rise, straight-leg pants that hug his ass in the most perfect way, his Bode, white lace, long-sleeve shirt you both love so much, and his go-to black Chelsea boots.

Your man is a fucking model. (No, really. Signed with Wilhemina and everything, with campaigns for Armani, Calvin Klein, and Tommy Hilfiger under his belt.) He is magnificently built, tall and broad, with skin reflecting his half-Portuguese heritage due to an abundance of vitamin D from the summer sun, and dark curls at the exact length you favor.

“I have half a mind to say fuck it and stay in tonight,” he smirks.

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

“But then I can’t show my girl off,” he grins. “I want people to turn their heads when we walk by and think to themselves, what a lucky bastard.”

Where normally his boasting and praise would light you up and have you floating on air, head held high, proud to be his girl, tonight it rubs you the wrong way.

Shawn offers you his arm and smiles. “Ready, baby?”

///

After your first few dates, you and Shawn had taken to sitting side by side at restaurants instead of across from each other, so his first inkling that something is off is when you choose the seat opposite the cushy side where you would usually sit together.

Despite his bemusement, he pulls your chair out for you like the gentleman he has always been.

The second indication is how you aren’t as engaging or flirtatious as usual. In truth, it’s the first time he has ever felt that he has dominated the conversation. There had always been an equal push and pull between you; it was what made all of your conversations so effervescent.

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

Halfway through dinner he’s bothered enough to reach for your hand and draw you from your chair to sit beside him. You huff softly but still go willingly. You hate how you’re feeling upset with him at all.

He drapes his arm across the back of the bench behind you. It’s reassuring that you lean into him. After he leaves a trail of little kisses along your jawline he asks, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? We always sit together. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” You try to smile genuinely, but all Shawn can see is disquiet in your eyes. You haven't ever been a good liar.

He catches the attention of your waitress and motions for the check.

“But we aren’t done with dinner,” you contend.

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your entree,” he gently argues, stroking the soft skin of your back with gentle fingertips.

You reach for his other hand and entwine your fingers with his. “I'm fine, babe. Let’s order dessert and have another glass of wine.”

He slides his Amex card into the check presenter and hands it back to the waitress. He kisses you once she walks away and murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. This place is overrated anyway.”

///

The plan had been to go on to a speakeasy after dinner to meet some of your friends, have a few drinks, and listen to some live music. So, when you realize Shawn is taking you in the direction of his place instead, you feel terrible for ruining more than dinner.

“No, baby. Let’s just go on to the bar,” you insist. “Our friends are waiting.”

He places his hand on your thigh and draws shapes against your skin. He glances at you and smiles affectionately, even though now you can see the disquiet in his eyes.

“Another time. I’ve decided I want my girl all to myself tonight. They’ll forgive us.”

///

You love Shawn’s place, simply for the way it smells. It’s everything Shawn, with little nuances of you. You spend more time at his place than yours because there’s more privacy. He has no roommate to crash your movie nights or cuddle sessions like JJ too often does. It has begun to feel more like home than your own apartment.

You slip out of your heels and start toward Shawn’s room to steal one of his shirts so you can get out of your dress, but before you can go too far, Shawn reaches for your hand, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

He wastes no time in trying to fix whatever seems to be fracturing. He asks quietly, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You return to him, slip your arms around him, and inhale his very essence. You fit perfectly in his arms and it’s the closest he’s felt to you all night.

You have only been together for three months; it's safe to say he may not yet know all of your moods. Maybe this is just another piece of you he has to learn.

You rise onto your tiptoes and brush your lips against his, encouraging him to kiss you. He gets caught up in you as quickly and as easily as he always does, his hands slipping into your hair, the pads of his thumbs stroking your face, as your kisses turn from soft to fervent.

Your hands reach for him, and fingers fumble to undo his pants.

You normally get much further than this before he stops you. But you still haven’t told him why you haven’t been yourself tonight and his brain takes over sooner than it usually would.

“Honey?” He pauses your hands and eases away, rezipping and refastening his pants, despite the fact that they’re too tight now and quite uncomfortable.

Your frustration finally boils over, and with an irritated sigh you push him away with hands against his chest. He stumbles one step back.

You immediately, apologetically rub your hands down the front of his shirt and then reach up to cup his face. He covers your hands with his and breathes your name, - an urge to help him understand.

“You tell me I’m beautiful all the time, and we make out until our lips are numb, and we get here, to this point, and so, so close to so much more, and just when I think, finally…”

You take two steps back, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, asking meekly, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Oh my God,” Shawn gasps. It’s as if the floor opens beneath his feet and swallows him whole. “Sweetheart.” He feels like the biggest son of a bitch for making you cry, for making you doubt your appeal when, to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, or feel insecure in any way.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You can't imagine the things I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

“Come’ere.” He reaches out to take your hands again in his and draws you close. “I just… I wanted to take it slow.”

“This isn’t three dates or three weeks, Shawn, we’ve been together for three months.”

“Can- can I be honest?” he exhales shakily, cheeks pinking.

“Always. You know that.”

He gently squeezes your hands. “I wanted to take it slow… a- at first because… My God, honey, you’re perfect, and I like you, like, a lot, you know? Hell, I- I more than like you,” he confesses, blushing even darker. “And I didn’t want to fuck anything up before I had the chance to make you mine…

“I was afraid to move too fast, because I usually do, and then it always ends as quickly as it starts. And I want things to work out this time, more than I’ve ever wanted things to work out with anyone else.”

“Shawn,” you wheeze, easing your hands from his to run down his chest. You bite your lip to try to keep yourself from smiling like a fool.

“I know once we…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know…”

Fuck, was he the most adorable thing ever sometimes. “Have sex?” you smirk.

His eyes meet yours and he licks and bites his lips in that way he does that makes you crazy. “Once I really get between your legs, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

“’cause you like me, like, a lot?” you grin, even as your face flames. “I like you, like, a lot, too, Shawn… And I don’t know, never leaving bed sounds pretty fucking amazing to me.” You tug on his hand, - a request to follow you to his room.

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

You groan with a flare of new frustration. “You’re really trying my patience, babe.”

He has to close his eyes for his next admission and his face burns hot. “I’m having some… performance anxiety.”

You rise on your tiptoes and murmur against the shell of his ear as your hand brushes across the significant bulge at the front of his pants. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

“That’s not-” he hums, wetting his lips, “the problem.” He guides your hand back to where it had just been because he really wants it there.

You gently palm him through his pants. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“I haven’t had sex with- with anyone for awhile. Just- just my own hand. And when- when I…”

His stuttering is positively endearing.

“When you…?” you encourage, coyly. You know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it.

“I think about you when my hand is on my cock,” he murmurs, “dreamin’ it’s yours.”

Wetness immediately pools between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to watch him get himself off.

“And I come embarrassingly fast. Like a damn twelve-year-old boy who just discovered his dick. So… when you try to put your hand in my pants…”

“What? Think I’ll be unimpressed with your size?” you tease. “It’s all about how you use it.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughs, pulling you against him and palming your ass like you had just been palming his crotch.

“I already know that is not going to be an issue,” you murmur, increasing the pressure of your stroke.

It's almost too much. “You gotta stop now, baby,” he groans, easing away from your caress. “I want to last more than seven seconds,” he puffs and nervously runs a hand through his hair. “And that- that’s what I worry about. I don’t want you to be… disappointed. And then I get… stuck in my fucking head.”

“Could never be disappointed, babe.” You cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I wish you would’ve told me all of this sooner.”

“I'm an idiot,” he states. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about how my anxieties were affecting you, and I should have. I never meant to make you feel undesirable, or that I didn’t want to shove my cock in you every fucking chance I had. Shit, baby.”

“Aw, you say the most romantic things,” you intone amusingly.

He hooks his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, murmuring, “I want to make love with you…” He slides the straps off your shoulders. “…every second of every day. Is that better?” he hums.

“No, no, right now shoving your cock in me, - that works,” you say breathily, again unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. You grip the open waistband to sharply tug him closer.

He exhales with a suppressed grunt that has you begging. “I’m fucking horny, Shawn. I need it,” you whine. “I need you.”

He has quickly located and unfastened every tie or zipper keeping your dress on your body. “Been dying to get you outta this dress all fucking night,” he groans, as it flutters to the floor.

His eyes caress the swells of your breasts almost spilling out of your strapless bra. Your nipples are visible through the sheer material. He cups your breasts and drags the pads of his thumbs over your taut peaks. “Fucking flawless,” he groans.

You begin to walk both of you towards the sofa while unbuttoning the only three buttons on his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders. The backs of his calves find your mark.

Before he can even catch up, you’ve pushed his pants over his hips and have gently shoved him down onto the sofa. You’re in his lap the next moment, straddling him, your lace-covered core pressing against his cotton-encased hardness.

“Shit,” he curses. His hands can’t decide if they want to be on your hips or your ass.

One of your hands curls around the back of his neck, the other tangles in his curls. You trail tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline.

You start rocking your hips and touch the tip of your tongue to the lobe of his ear. “You feel good, baby,” you purr.

His grip tightens on your hips and you hear a tiny rumble at the back of his throat. He places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and over the swells of your breasts.

Your hips roll and speed up. The friction is divine and you think you might come, just like this, but your own pleasure is second to Shawn’s. You want him to get out of his head; you don’t want him thinking at all, just feeling.

You start to grind your hips against his. “Oh God-” he exhales. You’re soaking the lace of your panties and you can feel how you’re making a mess of his boxer briefs as well, where his cockhead is straining.

It’s not how he wants things to go, but it feels too good. His protestations are weak.

You take his earlobe between your lips and gently suck and lick it. With the tip of your tongue, you trace the contours of his ear.

He grabs your ass and squeezes, trying to still your hips, as your lips return to his earlobe and gently nibble on it. “Baby- baby- stop stop stop-” he gasps, lips against your skin. “You’re gonna make me-”

His orgasm washes over him and he nuts with a shuddering groan as wetness coats the inside of his underwear. Like a twelve-year-old boy.

You release his ear and slow your hips, trying to edge yourself away from your own climax, while his cock continues to throb and jerk.

His hand grips the back of your head, forcing your lips to his. His tongue delves deep into your mouth. He grunts as your lips part. He tries to scowl but he can’t stop from laughing instead. “You did that on purpose.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you’ll last longer next time.”

He has you under him on the sofa before you can do anything but squeal and laugh.

“You’re asking for it,” he laughs, deep and throaty, hurriedly, roughly dragging the already saturated lace of your panties over your hips, down, and off. “And for the record,” he smirks, gripping his half hard cock through his boxers. “I’m above average, and I know how to use it.”

You hook your finger in the waistband and start to draw it down. “Prove it.”

Shawn pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. You lick your lips, thinking just how badly you want to get your mouth on him.

It’s as if he can read your thoughts. “Nuh-uh. My turn.” Hovering over you, he brings his lips to your ear and growls, purrs, “I know how to use my tongue, too.”

The way he kisses is enough to confirm that, but knowing he is about to bury his face between your thighs sends a fresh wave of desire throughout your body, and makes your pussy throb.

Thank fuck for the size of his sofa, as he pushes your legs open.

You gasp and groan, your back arching, when he lowers and closes his mouth around your center.

You bite on your lower lip, hand immediately tangling in his hair, as you rock against his face. You moan, hips moving instinctively against him, “Shawn… hmm… yes, baby, yes...”

His tongue is on your clit, first and middle fingers dipping inside you. He quickly finds that magic sweet spot, crooks his fingers, and laves and flicks and sucks your button, and you’re levitating off the sofa.

It’s too much and also not enough. One hand is in his hair, tugging, the other is twisted in the sofa’s slipcover beside you. You try to close your legs, but can’t with his broadness in the way. “Shawnshawnshawn,” you wheeze. “OhGod-”

His fingers are soaked with your juices. He’s fully hard again from the scent of your arousal, the moans and groans he’s drawing from you, how you’re rippling against him, and the friction of his cock rubbing against the sofa.

He knows you’re close; his fingers slip from you and you whine, tightening your grip in his curls, but he wants to prolong your ascension and he needs to taste you again.

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

He licks away the wetness you’ve already released and then his tongue is where his fingers just were.

Everything about him is long; his limbs, his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Your taste is addictive, and he feasts, humming and rumbling, urging you to take your pleasure by pushing against his mouth.

You’re near your zenith; he can tell by the way your hand in his hair tugs and how your moan changes. Your body begins to quiver and again he withdraws.

“Nonono,” you gasp, whimper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

But he’s only removed his mouth to sink two fingers back into you.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, each time brushing against that tight bundle of nerves. You clench around him, moaning, chasing the release you might die if you don’t get rightthefucknow.

With one more firm crook of his fingers, and just the right amount of pressure from his thumb on your clit, you climax, shatter, and cry out as your orgasm fully claims you.

“Gorgeous,” Shawn purrs as he softly kisses and caresses you through every twitch and tremble and wave, until you’re blissed out and hypersensitive to his touch.

You are loose and pliant and flush and utterly exquisite beneath him. Shawn has never been more tempted to slide into a pussy unprotected, but it’s too big of a risk that he’d find himself wanting to stay buried within you when he came. He wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself that way.

He is swiftly on his feet, practically dashing for his bedroom, calling out, “Condom!”

You watch his bare ass, that you will absolutely sink your teeth in at some point, disappear from the living room. You yell after him, giggling, still in that post-orgasm haze and giddy, “After tonight you’re stashing condoms within easy reach of every room of this condo!”

He’s back and on his knees between your legs moments later, with the small foil in his hand.

You rise, and reach for it, asking softly, “Can I?”

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Fuck.” He grips the base of his shaft and squeezes gently, just enough to take the edge off.

He guides your hands with the exact sensation and pressure he likes as he helps you slide it down his length.

You wrap your hand around his girth, and give his cock a gentle tug. He grunts and pushes into your palm. You relax again against the sofa cushions, taking him with you, and line him up with your opening.

“Shit,” he curses in anticipation. As desperate as he is to bury himself balls deep within you, he stills you with a gentle, “Y- you’re ready?”

He’s a big boy, but he prepped you quite well with those long and marvelous fingers while eating you out, and you are still wet from your climax. You kiss him in response.

Temples pressed together, eyes down, you both watch as he slowly, gently begins to push into you.

The burn and stretch is intense in a way that makes you lightheaded with pleasure and you moan softly while you adjust to the way he fills you.

“OhmyGod,” he gasps. You feel like heaven around him.

You gently trail your fingertips from where you’re intimately connected, up, along the lines of his abdomen and chest. You place your hands around his face. Your eyes stay locked with his until he bottoms out.

You slide your arms around his neck. You gasp when the pebbled nubs of your breasts brush against his chest.

He licks into your mouth, curls his tongue around yours. You gently bite and tug at his lower lip. You wrap one of your legs around his hip and roll your pelvis, urging him to start moving.

He needs no further encouragement, easing back, pushing in. You whimper as you find your rhythm together, fingernails denting crescent marks in the tight, broad muscles of his upper back.

He latches onto your shoulder with his teeth and moans deep in his throat. He withdraws, slides in, brings his mouth to suck bruises in the crook of your neck before soothing them with his tongue.

You murmur his name. He hums yours with every withdrawal and thrust.

Your back arches and you moan again when he lowers his mouth to your breasts. He licks and tugs and sucks each taut, dusky pink nipple until they’re too sensitive and you draw his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His pupils are blown wide. “Baby,” he groans. He needs to be deeper.

He swiftly shifts onto his knees and you both cry out at the new angle. He grips the outsides of your thighs, pushes up, driving his cock deep, hitting your g-spot. Your little gasps and whimpers are the music that drives him. He moans with every rock into you.

The position you’re in allows easy access to your clit and your hand falls between you.

“That’s it, baby,” he hums, grins, rumbles, “Look at you…”

You start to tremble. Needy sounds and words without meaning tumble from your lips, and you tip your head up.

His teeth nip against the length of your neck. “Wanna see you fall apart again,” he whispers against your pulse.

You cry out his name as his cocktip finds your sweet spot again, and again. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”

Your fingers over your clit begin to move faster. Your hips rise, your back bends, and your breath catches. Your orgasm sweeps over you swiftly, unexpectedly, sharply. You don’t even have the chance to find your voice as your other hand screws tight and stars explode behind your eyes.

Your chest lifts and falls rapidly. Your hands grip his ass and you pull him against you.

He grunts. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he chases his own pleasure. His pace begins to speed up, and then falter. The sounds dripping from his lips are sinful.

He pulls back, almost slipping out of you. He’s on the edge. His balls are heavy and tight and already drawing up close to the base of his dick. He moans as he slides back in.

You swivel your hips just right and rock down as he rocks up, meeting his thrust. He snaps his hips once, twice. “yesyesbabyyes-” You clench around him, again, and his orgasm creeps up from every part of his body until he’s both desperate for it to stop and to continue forever.

“holyfuck,” he wheezes, gasps. He stutters, stills, and unravels buried deep within you with a satisfying groan of your name.

You tighten your legs around his waist and rock your hips, again clenching your inner walls around him while you coast the aftershocks. You both finally still, breath heaving, giggling softly. His hands slide along the length of your arms and he trails little nips up along your jawline.

You melt into the sofa. “Mm… you were worried for nothing,” you purr, a small smile on your lips.

Once he was out of his head and in the moment, it had been a non-issue. All he had been fixated on was how to make you cry his name. His grin is smug upon hearing the absolute satisfaction in your voice, knowing he is responsible for making you feel so good.

You kiss him, you don't want to stop kissing him, but he detaches his lips from yours with a chuckle.

His hand moves between your bodies to hold onto the condom, and he carefully pulls out. You whimper with the loss

He reaches for a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wraps the condom within them, placing the mess in the nearby decorative bowl. That'd do for now; he'd dispose of it properly later.

He moves back into your embrace and hovers above you for a few moments longer, returning his lips to yours.

“We might want to move this to the bedroom,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, guiding your hand to his cock, already hardening again.

“You’re insatiable,” you giggle, tightening your leg around his waist and your hand around his dick.

He hums and rocks his hips just a little. “Warned you,” he smirks.

“Just wanna stay right here,” you murmur, pulling him down atop you. “Just for a minute.”

“Imma crush you.”

“Won’t let you.” You can still breathe, and his weight on top of you is intimate and comforting. He relaxes, sinking into you, resting his head on your chest.

You run your fingers soothingly through his curls. “Shawn?” you whisper.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, just as softly.

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

~ * ~

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shiningshawns · 4 months

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SMUT!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ.

I sit on the bed in the guest room across from Shawn's room and his friends rooms down the corridor at 1am, watching TikTok on my phone. I have so much horny shit on my for you page of Shawn right now and not gonna lie it turns me kinda on.

I watch another 10 minutes and have enough of it. There are so many edits. I’m so horny now. I can’t help it. I don’t want to masturbate though I just wanna hear this sounds from a boy right now. And there I am, standing in front of Shawn’s door. I don‘t know why I’m even here. We’re only friends but I never was this horny in my life. I knock on the door, hoping he’s awake. I only here a „yeah?“ and open the door.

He watches up from his phone, into my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand and purple LED‘s on. I just stand in the door, looking at him.

„What do you want at 1am?“ he chuckled slightly. I go over to him, so I’m standing right in front of his face. He looks up at me, confused. „What are you-“ „stay still.“ I cut him off and go on my knees unbutton his pants. „doing..“ he ends his sentence after he realises what I’m going to do and slightly spreads his legs for me. Before he could say something, I shove his pants down and his boxers follow. Honestly his dick is bigger than I thought. He’s half-hard now, so I go up to his face, looking him in the eyes. With wide eyes he looks at me, still don’t know why I’m doing this. „I-uhm-“ he doesn’t know what he should say. I go to his neck, sucking on him.

He lets out a quiet gasp, turning me on a little more. I go to his earlobe, licking and sucking on it too. He slightly whimpers at that, cuts it off by clearing his throat. ‚okay, that’s what he likes’ I thought. I give his earlobe one last suck, then going down to his dick again, what is fully hard now.

I give it a small lick, making him gasp louder. Without warning, I take his whole length in my mouth, making him moan. „Fuck y/n..“ i go up again, putting my tongue in his slit. He whimpers and tugs his hand in my hair. I go down again, and he tightens the grip on my hair, making me groan slightly. I give him a few more sucks, hands on his thighs. He is moaning louder now, giving me the hint he’s close. „F-fu-uck, please. You’re so good at this” he tried not to let out a whimper during the sentence. He’s so close now, pre-cum already all over my tongue.

I swallow it, making my throat tighten, and he groans at that. He moves his hips up, trying to put more of him in my mouth even if I already have his whole length in my throat. “Fuck! I’m gonna-“ he cuts himself off. I go off of his dick “you gonna what? Tell me.” He looks down at me. He looks so good in this angle oh god. “I-I can’t.“ he has a red face, embarrassed to say it. I stroke him with my hand slowly, making him throw his head back and whimper. „You’re not gonna cum until you say it.“

„Shit. I- I’m gonna - cum. I’m gonna cum for you.“ he finally says. „good boy.” I tell him before I put my mouth around him again. He moans a little louder that he should at this. His roommates are at home but I think he doesn’t care at all right now. He moaned a few more times, god I can hear this sounds all the time. “mmmhh that feels good..” “I’m gonna cum.. oh my god” he gasps. I go down again, and he shoots his load in my mouth, making me moan because of his taste. Oh, the flavour of him tastes so fucking good. He whines moans and gasps when he comes. I love his sounds. I slowly go off of his dick, making him whine one more time. I stand up and go to his face. Without warning I smash my lips into his. He’s shocked at first but then kisses me back.

I put my tongue in when he slightly opens his mouth. He moans when I put my tongue deeper in his mouth. I moan back, then break the kiss. He then opens his eyes and looks at me a little embarrassed. „Like the taste of you?“ I smirk at him and he nods slightly. „I'm gonna go back to my room, good night“ I say and smile at him. „Goodnight“ he said and smiled back. I go out of his room, back into the guest room. God, how I loved the sounds he made. We’re still friends and I don‘t know what will happen in the morning, if it will be embarrassing, but I don’t care right now. We will see.

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Lucid Dreaming

a/n: I’m soooo sorry this has taken forever! I hope you’re still around

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The line between friends and acquaintances was always foggy. At what point did someone go from being a casual encounter to a bosom friend? Some people seem to radiate a type of energy immediately recognizable as “friend energy,” and Shawn was one of those people for you. His gorgeous smile and contagious laugh made him enjoyable to be around, you couldn’t help it. Even if you had only met him briefly here and there, you couldn’t help but refer to him as your friend behind closed doors.

Everyone around him loved him, understandably, and it wasn’t as if they could prevent it. He was unconditionally outgoing, always ready to listen or laugh. When he talked to you, he made eye contact like you were the only thing in the world. He never failed to make you feel special, but then again, he treated everyone like that. Occasionally, (more often than not), it made you jealous to see him with anyone else but he hardly knew you. What could you expect?

“Someone’s jealous,” your best friend would tease whenever she caught you staring at him forlornly, eyes green with envy.

“I’m not jealous,” you would protest. “I don’t even know him.”

It was true that you had only been on the receiving end of his undying attention a handful of times, but you felt like the entire world rested on those moments. He haunted your dreams with his gorgeous honey-brown eyes and adorable curls, his rosy cheeks, and his uplifting, luminous smile. His lush pink lips always accompanied these dreams, along with his pearly teeth, perfectly defined abs, and smooth, able hands, which had a habit of snaking up your thighs when you least expected them.

Occasionally, he managed to lose his illustrious demeanor in your dreams, appearing as either a frat boy or an affectionate boyfriend, but he was the same Shawn both ways, the one you barely knew, yet couldn’t live without.

Almost as a survival instinct, your dreams began coming true.

One day, you ran into him at a grocery store. Miraculously, you ended up behind him in line, close enough to smell the faint, masculine scent etched into the air. He was dressed in skinny black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, accentuating his broad back and muscular shoulders. His hair was arranged in a perfect mass of curls atop his head, and you couldn’t help but admire it… until he turned around to meet you.

His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as he recognized you, and you couldn’t pull your skittish eyes from his warm, welcoming ones. Just as he opened his mouth to speak to you, the woman in front of him in line finished checking out. He turned away without a word and, once you had finished checking out, he was gone.

He was such a curse. The mere thought of him plagued your mind, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Any encounter with him had you fucked for weeks; dreaming about him at night, during the day, and every moment in between.

One night, you dreamed about seeing him at the beach.

The ocean spanned endlessly before you, wafting its warm, salty breeze toward you tantalizingly. You were alone, dressed in an emerald green swimsuit that accentuated your body perfectly. A layer of sunscreen on top of your newly-tanned skin made you glow in the sunlight. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a messy bun atop your head, along with a pair of sunglasses you didn’t plan on wearing.

You laid your towel down on the sand a few yards away from the beach access and assessed your surroundings. A large group of people was congregated about waist-deep in the water, but one man, in particular, caught your attention. He was tall and muscular, his back tanned by the sun, and his helmet of curls dripping wet with saltwater.

Part of you wanted to believe this someone was Shawn. As nonchalantly as you could, you began creeping slowly closer, pretending to snap pictures of the horizon as you waded into the crystal-clear waters.

A water fight broke out among the group, and the man ducked towards you, laughing, to escape a blow from a beer can now filled with water. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his face, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it was him.

He visibly noticed you, his hazel eyes fixed on you, and your heart caught in your throat. As soon as it started, however, his attention returned to the water fight.

Another night, you dreamed that you met him, suddenly an attractive bartender, at a club. And yet another night, he brought you home with him from the same club. He laid you in his bed beside him for the night, lying down himself as far away from you as he could to give you respectful space.

Before he knew it, however, you were in his arms with your face buried in his bare chest as you breathed in his scent and traced the contour of his arms, which laid in stark tan contrast against the immaculate white sheets. Your fingers roamed his unclothed upper body, tracing his intricate tattoos meticulously while he fussed over your hair.

“You can’t go to sleep with it down,” he reasoned as you fought his arms in order to trace his guitar skyline tattoo. “It’ll get all tangled and knotty. If you’ll let me braid it, it’ll be smooth and wavy when you wake up. It won’t take forever, I promise.”

“Can you do it later?” you bargained as your hands ventured to his pecs once more to feel the hard muscles move beneath your palms as he rolled over to face you.

“It’s past midnight already, darling. Don’t you think sleep should be a priority?”

“No,” you stated blankly, mulling the situation over in your head before adding, “but I will let you braid my hair.”

Shawn’s fingers made quick work of weaving your hair into two broad French braids. He admired his work once he was done.

“It’s about bedtime now, don’t you think?” he asked sheepishly, to your dismay.

“Please, let me finish tracing your tattoos,” you pleaded, reaching for his hand and clutching it to your chest.

“Finish the swallow and we can go to sleep,” he compromised. “You can finish in the morning. You’re much drunker than I am, but we could both use the rest.”

It was true that you were exhausted at that moment, longing to curl up against your hookup’s chest and melt into him as your world dissolved into that of a dream. The temptation overcame you. You lost yourself in his comforting warmth as his hands caressed your back steadily. His chest rose and fell beside you, creating a rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

Your subconscious made you feel safe and secure encompassed in Shawn’s strong arms, and beside his broad, muscular chest. When you awoke in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and chipper, you reached for him as you had done every morning you’d woken up beside him. Something was different, though.

Shawn was nowhere to be found.

You opened your eyes to see your own familiar bed, in your own familiar bedroom, and the same familiar sunlight streaming through your sheer curtains.

A dissatisfied puff of air escaped your lips as you tried to recall the dream, now hazy in your mind. All you could think about was Shawn, and how the truth was that he could be anywhere with anyone right then, and you had no say in it. Your dream world could be some lucky person’s reality, and you would never know.

A tear of frustration slipped from your tear line down your cheek, but before you could wipe it away, a smooth, low voice cut through your silence.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I just thought you’d gone home.” You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down on it, rolling onto his side and perching his chin on your shoulder. He moved his large hands to your hips, holding them tightly as he kissed your cheek. His pink lips were smooth and consoling against your skin.

You allowed them to roam freely across your face and travel down your neck and shoulders, left exposed by a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. His fingers ran down your arms delicately, conditioned and calloused by his guitar strings. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.

“Oh, look at you,” he hummed, pleasantly surprised by the slick, moist coating in your panties upon further inspection. “All it takes is for me to leave, hm? Tell me, dear. What were you up to while I was gone?”

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Hi!!

I want to request a Shawn angst imagine, please.

Something about sylvie or someone from his team talking about the reader behind her/they back and she/they feeling angry and telling shawn but he didn't believe it and having a fight but then he heard them talking bad about the reader again and trying to apologize, you decide if the end.

Only if you're comfortable to do it, love the work! Keep going!

Thanks for the request, honey!!!!!

I'm sorry if this is not that good, but I really hope u like it~

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Big Deal | Shawn Mendes

Warning: Angst, fights, cursing.

Containing: boyfriend!Shawn, girlfriend!reader, Jerk!Shawn, Artist!Reader

pairing: You and shawn mendes

You loved Shawn so much. You have been his girlfriend for 19 months now and now as you remembered how you had met, you laughed hysterically. You met him at an art exhibition, where he came, disguised in a black hoodie, a cap, and a mask. You had run into him while staring at the paintings on the wall, and almost screamed when you saw him like that. At first, you thought he was a thief or something, and seeing you freak out, he thought you had recognized him. So he had quickly pulled you aside and made you calm down.

You remembered the way you were so confused when he said that you knew who he was and he begged you to not tell anybody. But seeing your confused face, he pulled down his mask-making your mouth shut and your eyes wide. Honestly, you weren't a big fan of him back at that time, you never liked pop so you never even knew him as such. But you had heard of him from your friends and knew very well just who he was and why he had pulled you aside. When you had figured out just what had happened and the misunderstanding, you laughed out loud. Too loud.

He had raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you held your stomach as you laughed, which you knew was a not-so-beautiful sight. "What? Are you those insane kinds?" He had asked to which you stopped laughing and shook your head, looking at him disapprovingly. He didn't have a right to call people insane or judge them like that. So you gave him a piece of your mind and left him staring at you like an antelope in headlights. When you were looking at a mind-blowing piece of painting, he stood beside you, his disguise intact. He had said something clever and cocky and then after a small pause, apologized to you. You smiled at his sweet apology and the small smile he had delivered you. You were suddenly feeling this weird feeling in your chest.

And well, that's when you started hanging out more. After two coffees, a walk to the library, and a guitar session he had finally kissed you and asked you out. You were so happy, and till now everything was going great.

Well now...

You were a bit concerned about Shawn. He had been a bit distant and had canceled your last three dates. You already knew the obstacles that were going to come along with dating a celebrity such as him. You knew he was busy with his album and he had been getting a lot of hate, and you understood that he needed space. But you just wanted him to know that you were there for him.

You were waiting for him at your home, watching another episode of B99, and drinking coffee. When you heard the door opening, your head quickly turned, and you got up, slowly walking towards the door. There he was, your Shawn, coming in hanging his keys and hanging his coat. He looked so exhausted.

You sighed and walked towards him, taking his face in your hands as a yawn came across his lips. He quickly shook it off as he felt your soft hands caressing his cheeks. "Oh hi." He said and gave you a lop-sided and a sleepy smile. "You're still awake?" He said, his brows scrunching. You chuckled softly and brought his face towards yours and gave him a peck. "I missed you," You said softly, "and I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"What?" He said, his voice laced with a bit of aggravation. "We just had breakfast yesterday, together." You sighed a bit and stepped away from me. "You know what I mean,"

"No I don't!"

"Well, a bite of toast, a kiss to my forehead, and telling me you're going to be late and getting out of the house in less than 30 seconds, when I made bacon and pancakes for you is not having breakfast together."

Shawn groaned and stormed off, making your blood boil. You breathed in sharply and walked after him, "What the hell Shawn!?" Shawn rolled his eyes and plopped down on your couch, a small smirk passing his face for a second when he heard the title track of B99 playing on the TV. "You can't just walk away like that!"

"Well, guess what? I did!"

Your teeth gritted and you gave him a murderous look. You didn't like how Shawn was behaving with you, this is not how he acted with you. And you hated it. Didn't he realize that he was hurting you? "You know what? Fuck you." You stormed off to your bedroom, and took his pillow and his quilt and threw it across the room in the hall. "HEY!" You slammed the bedroom door and groaned out loudly.

You did not plan your night to go this way.

You sat on the bed, looking at the light that came from the living room through the small space between the door and the floor.

You sighed, your chest thudding loudly. Hugging your knees close to your chest, and you let out a shuddering breath, as a tear fell from your eye. You shook your head at your ridiculousness, and wiped your tear. It was confusing to you why you were being so emotional over this fight. It seemed small, didn't it?

But it wasn't.

This wasn't how you wanted your fights to go, fights that would lead you both to drift apart, and eventually, your relationship would fall apart...

The thoughts made you feel that your heart was being pulled apart. You looked at the light that escaped the small gap. Why did your relationship suddenly feel like that? Darkness had surrounded you, and the escaped light was really close but too far away to engulf you into happiness again. That light was Shawn. And it was almost as if he had forgotten to engulf you. And it was slowly killing you.

Before you know it, sleep had consumed you, with those burning thoughts still fresh in your mind.

.....

"Hey, honey."

You hugged your coat over your chest and spared Shawn a glance. You had woken up to a cold and empty bed, disappointing you. You didn't think Shawn would stretch it till the morning. That was until you smelled the sweet scent of maple syrup and pancakes. Realizing Shawn's plan to lure you into forgiving him, you rolled your eyes. If he thought that pancakes was going to make you ease up, then he was miserably mistaken.

He knew that you never liked fights left like this, with so much tension in the air that it pressured your heart. He knew that you preferred to talk it out and apologize to each other, and not leave it just like that. You had sighed and got up, freshened up.

You heard Shawn sigh and groan slightly as you went through your mail. You saw one addressed to Shawn. You looked up, looking at the creases on Shawn's forehead. "You have mail." You said, monotonously. You walked towards him, and he looked at you hopefully.

But you didn't give in, not just yet. You were too angry at him but didn't want to give him attention. You still wanted to hit him and scream at him because of last night and what he made you feel. And yeah, you also wanted to get the argument over with and just hug him. But you didn't.

Shawn didn't know if he was right or if he was wrong. What he did was fully flawed, and he didn't realize it. You had always been a bit touchy. It was your way of receiving and giving love. Through physical touch. Unfortunately, it was one of your insecurities as well. You had been brushed off as annoying so many times because of your habits, it hurt you. So you had given Shawn a warning, no let me scratch that. So many warnings.

This fight wasn't exactly related to that, but it still made the insecurities and that same unsafe or lets say, not belonging feeling around you.

Shawn hadn't forgotten that, but he wasn't sure if it was exactly his fault. I mean, you did know how busy he gets. So after a busy day, he might want a bit space, didn't he?

But he didn't want this fight to last this long, either. He was keeping a party at their house, tomorrow night. He didn't want anybody to talk about your relationship or its problems. He didn't want anything new to stir up. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

You looked up, your expression was something he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry." He said, loud and clear. "It was wrong of me, what I did last night. And I know I have been bailing on you for a long time, and you have been so understanding. I'm sorry,"

You nodded at him. "Just don't do it again." You said, gently. Shawn didn't really understand why your voice sounded so afraid. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Anyway," Shawn smiled at you and brought up two plates of hot pancakes. "I'm keeping a party tomorrow night, if that's alright with you?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, no problem. Who's coming?"

"You know the usual, the team. Niall, Taylor etc. We wanted to celebrate all the work we've done for the new album."

"Ooh, when are you releasing it?"

"Next month. It's not completed it, but we're very proud of what it has become until now." You looked at him with a proud expression. You were so happy for him. You loved how hard-working he was.

"Okay then," You smiled at him. "You going to the studio, now?" He nodded, "I'll be back by 8. We can binge B99 if you want. Or maybe watch Avengers, since you're so fond of Tom Hiddleston," You giggled and blushed. "And RDJ." You pointed out, and he scoffed, smiling.

He kissed your forehead as you both finished your breakfast, and took your plates putting them in the dishwasher.

After getting ready, he went out the door, giving you your goodbyes and kisses. Still as he stepped out the door, you felt disappointment arousing in the pit of your stomach.

.....

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at your outfit. You smiled and adored the slight foxy eyeshadow you had done. You took a deep breath and stepped outside your bedroom door. The party music was roaring down, and you slowly stepped down the stairs. As you stepped onto the second last step, you tried to find Shawn, and spotted him having a drink with two of his friends from the team. You smiled at him as he stared at you. You walked towards him, and noticed him still staring at you. "What?" You asked. "Does this not look good?" You turned your waist, "Should I change?" But he just grinned at you, and pulled in for a kiss.

He left you breathless and smiled at you. "You look fucking stunning, honey."

You blushed under his gaze and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled because of his chuckles. "Such lovebirds." Someone muttered and you looked up to see Niall. "Niall!!" You squeaked and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." He said and smiled at how you had wrapped your hands around his waist. "How are you both?" He asked cheekily.

"Same." Shawn said and kissed your cheek.

"I'm glad."

You looked around and sighed at the crowd. As much as you were proud of Shawn and no matter how many launch parties you go to with him, you never get used to the crowd. It gets overwhelming and makes you anxious. That's why you never actually like coming to these parties yet you did, only for Shawn. You tried not to always stick to him, but always made sure that he was in your eye sight, to make you feel calm and safe.

If he wasn't, then you would look for Niall, Taylor, or one of the other people with whom you were really good friends.

But mostly, it was Shawn.

You were thirsty and wanted to get a drink, so you went to the bar, promising Shawn to meet him at the dance floor.

But when you came back, he wasn't there. You couldn't find him. You looked around the crowd but couldn't spot him. When you looked back at the bar, you saw him with one of his team members. You recognized her immediately. Sylvie.

She had helped Shawn a lot, and you appreciated her for that. But sometimes you felt that maybe she didn't really like you, you tried to tell Shawn but he dismissed you, saying that you're being paranoid and that you haven't just spent that much time.

You sighed as you walked over to him.

"Shawn!" He looked back and saw you. He smiled at you and waved you to come over. You walked towards him with relief on your face. You got close to him and wrapped your arm around his. "Sylvie! How are you?" You asked politely. She smiled grimly, not so excited to see you, and replied, "Great! We're just waiting for the album to be complete and released, aren't we?" She smiled at Shawn and rubbed his arm. You felt extremely uncomfortable as you saw he look at Shawn like that. Your insecurities got up. "I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She mumbled and scoffed. "Did you say something?" You asked her but Shawn squeezed your hand. "Weren't we going to the dance floor? I'm sorry Sylvie, we'll see you later." He said and smiled at her. She nodded and he grabbed you and you both walked towards the dance floor. "That wasn't polite, Shawn."

"I know."

You both danced calmly into each other's arms. "Shawn, was it just me, or was she rolling her eyes at me?"

He mumbled something under his breath and then looked back at you. "No, sweetheart. She is just in a bad mood, her boyfriend and she got into a fight before coming here." You nodded. You looked up at him and sighed as you saw his beautiful brown eyes.

You sighed and kept your head on his chest as you both swayed from side to side to the soft rhythm of the music. "I love you." You whispered gently as comfort laced you both like a graceful ribbon. Shawn kissed your forehead, his lips lingering over the crown of your head. "I love you the most.." He breathed, as the scent of your hair reached him. His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled you even close, If that was possible.

You took deep breaths as you found yourself finally in your beloved's arms. It was rare. Very rare. And you wanted to make the most out of this moment. An unsettling feeling had rested in your chest, that any moment this is going to be ripped from you. He is going to be ripped apart from you. And you will be crushed again.

You entwined your hand into his' as the music ended and he was obliged to go and meet more guests. He gave you an apologetic smile, but you weren't going to leave him. You went along with him even if exhaustion had taken over your legs. You felt so much safer with him. His cheering voice always comforted you, it kept your anxiety at bay.

You both walked towards the bar again. You smiled at him and left his hand. You wanted to pee. So you stepped across but as soon as you closed your stall, some voices started speaking. Familiar voices.

"I mean did you see her tonight?"

"mhmm."

"Fuckin whore, can't even dress properly."

You tried to restrain your gasp as you recognized the voice. Sylvie.

"Poor Shawn, he must've had to deal with her."

"I know right? She's so useless. Always clinging to him like a puppy."

"She's only with him for clout. Clingy bitch."

"God, Shawn deserves so much better."

"Someone like you, Sylvie?"

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Maybe."

Your blood boiled as you heard all those words, but your heart ached. Tears started to spill out of your eyes as you tried to keep your breath calm. Shawn deserves so much better. Was it true? Were you that clingy?

You heard the door close shut and that's when you broke down. Tears started to pour down your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You held your forearms as your chest shuddered at thought of Shawn leaving you. You tried to keep your cries in but your ears started to hurt and your throat started to dry as you gasped for breath.

Your head was aching and your dress felt too tight now. Why was this happening to you? You wanted to yell for Shawn but then you thought about you being a burden to him.

And besides, you looked like a fucking disaster. You didn't want to ruin Shawn's rep like that.

.....

Shawn was a bit frustrated with you. You still doubted Sylvie, and it bothered him. She was such a sweet person and a great colleague. Why did you always seem to dislike her? It always annoyed him- you trying to point out some imaginary things about her. Sylvie was rolling her eyes at me; she was giving me a weird look; I think she doesn't like me; Your complaints were endless.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, and then looked back towards Shawn. "Shawn?" Shawn stirred his drink. "Yeah?"

"Where's Y/n?"

"Bathroom. Why?"

"Don't you think its been a long time?"

"Um-"

"Shawn you know what happens during these parties don't you?"

"Yes but-"

"Shawn go check on her or I will burst into the girl's washroom and sing Stitches."

"Ok, ok! Fine." Shawn breathed and looked around the crowd again. He breathed when he realized it had been a long time since you came. He got up and walked through the crowd, just to make sure that you weren't locked in the crowd. But you were nowhere to be seen. Shawn's heart rate started to increase. He was marching up to the ladies washroom.

Just as he went forward, trying not to bump into more drunk people- Shawn halted as a person came right in front of him. "Hi, Shawn~" He looked down to see Sylvie standing with a drink in her hand, a giddy expression on her face. "How are you?" She asked in a squeaky voice. She caressed his shoulder, going to his bicep. But Shawn was in a hurry to even process what she was doing.

"Sylvie-"

"Oh, I love it when you say my name." She said, breathily. Shawn gave her a weird look and then looked at the washrooms, they seemed so far away. "Sylvie, I have to go-"

"No please wait-" She held onto his hand. But Shawn twisted his hand out of her grasp and ran out of there. He burst into the washroom and heard small gasps and soft sobs. Shawn's heart broke; He took quick steps toward the stall and knocked. He heard a sharp gasp-- "Y/n? Honey?"

"Hello?" You squeaked out, keeping a small hope that it wasn't Shawn. "Sweetie, please open the door. For me?" You sighed and your breath shuddered. It was undoubtedly him. This was perfect- you felt even worse. You couldn't hide and you didn't have a mirror to fix yourself.

You wanted to dig a hole and die.

But you didn't have a choice now. Shawn looked up as the door clicked and you stepped out. Shawn cupped your face and studied it- you were an absolute mess.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shushed you and wiped the tears on your cheeks and kissed the red skin right under your eyes. You shivered as his cold lips touched your cheeks, and you closed your eyes as he pulled away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked directly. And you looked at the ground- You really didn't want to tell him, and lying wasn't an option because he could tell your tell on your fourth date. "Um,

I was in the stall- when some girls came into the bathroom. They started to talk- and um," You looked around uncomfortably. "I realized it was Sylvie and her friends. They said some things about me."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, "oh? What kind of things?"

"She called me a whore, and said that I was a clingy bitch and never left your side. She said that you must be," you took a deep breath. "Miserable with me." Shawn ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would say this.

He couldn't believe that you were making these accusations.

"Are you sure it was her?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Of course, I recognized her voice."

"But you didn't see her, did you?"

"Shawn-"

"No! Why did you always try to convince me that Sylvie hates you?"

You were completely taken back. How could he ask you this?

"You always try to tell me how bad she is-"

"I never told you that!" You shouted.

"But weren't you trying to? Weren't you? Why do you dislike her? She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met- can't you at least try to like her? At least to support me! I mean you have been nothing but unsupportive recently!" He spat at you. Your blood boiled as you heard his words. Unsupportive? "And that you bring Sylvie into all of this? God, y/n."

"Unsupportive?" You breathed. "Did you just call me unsupportive? How could you- I've always been supportive of you! I never complained when you come home so late and never texted me- I never got angry at you when you would ignore me- I always supported you through your tantrums-"

"What the fuck do you mean??"

"I'm your fucking girlfriend Shawn! I'm not your punching bag or your booty call! That whenever you want me I'll be there for you~ But it's not the way around. I always understand that your career can't always make you available, but I can't always be like this! I can't take it anymore!"

"And the fact that you don't believe me and don't fucking trust me is just-"

"God, you're such an ordinary girl," he mumbled under his breath. You looked at him, betrayal laced in your eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You asked him quietly. "You're such an ordinary girl!"

You were taken aback by his statement. An ordinary girl?

But you stayed quiet, that was your harshest answer. You were exhausted. You were tired by his actions, his expectations, and what you have faced. You couldn't do it anymore.

"If you can't handle this ordinary girl, then maybe you shouldn't be with her." You said with unshed tears in your eyes. "Maybe you should be with someone like Sylvie."

"It will be easy. She wants to be with you anyway." You said.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

You just shook your head and got out of there.

.....

Shawn was aggravated, how could you accuse Sylvie of saying such things? Shawn stormed off from the washroom after you did. His head wasn't straight at the time. Anger and frustration was running through his veins like poison. And what did you mean by that last thing you said?

"She wants to be with you anyway."

Alcohol was affecting his mind as the echo of your words ran through his ears. His head was getting dizzy. Shawn looked at the crowd and didn't find you. He panicked for awhile then remembered that you must've gone back home. Shawn wanted to ease off tonight, he had been working hard week after week. So many sleepless nights without you in his arms and he missed you so much.

But all of those sleepless nights had caught up on him and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. He didn't expect to get into that fight with you- and all that anger just wanted to be vented off.

So well, maybe Shawn realized that he had acted a bit inconsiderate.

And maybe cruel.

But she would forgive him wouldn't she?

Shawn somehow got engulfed in the crowd and was getting bumped constantly by the dancing cluster of people. He heard weird voices and someone very familiar trying to talk to him. "Shawn, buddy? Where is y/n? Are you okay?"

Shawn dismissed them and tried dancing off. Suddenly, he got pulled by someone and they started dancing with him. "Hey, Shawn." He heard someone say flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks being caressed. "Sylvie?"

"Hi silly, come on dance with me!" She said and took Shawn's hands and placed it them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Shawn asked, drunkenly. "Dancing with you, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. Shawn felt disgusted but he couldn't tell her that. He didn't want to dance with her, he wanted to dance with you. "Wait, Sylvie- I need to find y/n."

But she kept a hold on his hands. "Why? I'm here, aren't I? Anyway she left you alone." She said bitterly. "What do you mean? We just had a fight- and she said some bizarre things."

"She thought that you wanted to be with me! That's so absurd. You don't like me do you?"

Sylvie stayed silent which made Shawn panic. "Sylvi-"

She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips. "What if I do?"

Suddenly Shawn's new song started playing. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.

i wonder if you're real

Do i speak the truth or do i filter how i feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Shawn felt Sylvie's cold lips against the corner of his mouth and his whole body filled with disgust and shame. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong.

He wrote this song for you, he wanted to dance on this song with you. But you weren't here and it was all his fault. He hated himself because these words were written for you, were supposed be adored by you right now. Yet they were getting betrayed.

His heart shattered as he realized what was happening. His mind sobered up and he pushed Sylvie away with utter horror. He ran away to find you. Hoping you were home.

You weren't though.

You were walking down the quiet streets, getting drenched in rain. Tears were pouring down your face. You were so thankful that because of the rain nobody could distinguish whether the drops of water on your face were either raindrops or salty tears.

In the middle of this rain, that once you would've called so beautiful, your heart had been crushed and now fear had built. Was this the end? Were you and Shawn over?

You didn't want to think of that. But how could you not? He had totally disregarded you, over and over again. And you realized that a half-assed apology wouldn't work this time. You loved him so much.

Oh, you loved him dearly, but you had dignity and self-respect. And you were not going to let Shawn's cruel actions and your love for him to get between your self-dignity.

You sat down on one of the benches. Your sobbing wasn't stopping and you had given up now. You looked up and glanced around- The streetlights were lit, rain was dancing on the ground, and everything else was quiet.

You would've loved this. It would've been so romantic- but right now you felt empty.

Suddenly, you heard panting. Your eyes widened and you tried not to be frantic. What was it? A wild dog? "Thank god, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Your throat tightened. Shawn.

"That was the motive, Shawn." You said coldly. You didn't want to look at him. So you didn't realize that even he was crying.

"Please look at me, baby."

"What do you want?"

"You, back. Please." You stayed silent. "Love, I- When you left I got drunker and Sylvie danced with me. She-She tried to kiss me-"

Your eyes filled with tears once again. "I- You were right, baby. When she tried to kiss me, my song started to play. A new song, that I wrote for you- I didn't realize that I was hurting you and then I realized that I couldn't lose you. Those words, that-that music was composed for you, and all I wanted was you there, to be with me, in my arms to dance to that song. You're all I ever wanted, a-and I'm so sorry that I have been a total jerk to you, and I understand that you have been so patient with me and I have been taking you for granted."

"Glad you realized that."

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please give me another chance."

You stayed quiet. What he said melted your heart but you were stronger than that. You took in a deep breath albeit shaky. Restraining yourself from crying you got up, your knees weak. "Shawn, I-"

"I cannot forgive you." And because of the silence, both of your hearts shattering were audibly clear. "Just yet."

"I need time, Shawn. What you did- You didn't trust me! Your own girlfriend. I cannot forgive you just yet, and neither can I make myself trust you again. Not just like that. If you expected me to come back into your arms instantly then you were mistaken, Shawn." You said softly.

"I need time to think. And its better for now if you don't contact me for a few days." You slowly turned around. "It's best if you go back. Please take care of yourself." You said and walked away with a heavy heart.

Shawn watched as you walked away. He knew the damage he had done. He loved you so much, and he wasn't strong enough to pay the price. To stay away from you.

But he had to.

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futurelacy · 1 month

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Started writing this and might continue, this is just a little sneak peek don't mind me

When he wakes up, he doesn’t know where he is at first. There’s stucco on the walls, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He blinks slowly, rubs his sleepy eyes. The hotel bed is large enough and fits the French Art Deco style interior design. SoHo House Paris has those beds with four posts that look antique but are surprisingly comfortable and Shawn rolls onto his side to reach for the bedside table. He looks at his phone, checks the time. It’s early still, not even 7 a.m. He wanted to quit the bad habit of checking his phone first thing in the morning but it’s charging right there on the small wooden bedside table and he cannot resist the urge to scroll through a couple of texts that have made it through the time zones and time differences onto his screen as if they transcended the space-time continuum. He props himself up on one elbow and thinks about hitting the hotel gym because this SoHo house membership has to be good for something but he discards the idea and gets up, carefully getting out from under the blanket as to not wake Jo up who is asleep on her side of the bed.

He brushes his teeth and looks at his reflection in the mirror. He does look tired in that way one does when you’re not synced up with the new time zone yet and he squints, puts his toothbrush away and splashes a bit of cold water into his face before resting his hands on the sides of the sink. He does think he looks older, maybe it’s the stubble he’s been growing proudly, maybe it’s adjusting to a new found maturity. He feels so far removed from the person he once was and from all the heartache and bitterness and exes that like to talk about him in the media. Truth is, he couldn’t care less. He is in Paris. He gets to wake up next to the girl of his dreams and he thinks that maybe this time, for the first time, he’s in the best place he’s ever been, feeling inspired again, writing new music. Feeling well-adjusted, in a mature adult relationship, and this time, if somebody would come at them, he’d be ready. They say ‘pick your battles’ and it is what he does. Not everything warrants his energy anymore. They survived the tug of war, now he just gets to keep his girl safe. He feels the familiar wave of protectiveness overcoming him as he steps back into the bedroom, seeing Jo asleep, one long tan leg peeking out from under the covers, dark wavy hair sprawled across the pillow. He decides to not wake her up, not yet, it’s still early and they have time. The fashion show they’ll attend later only starts at midday. So, he walks to the window and pushes the thick curtains aside, letting in the morning light. He has started to romanticize life in a way that allows him to romanticize a work trip. A strip of sunlight illuminates his hand and he opens the window that looks out onto the courtyard. There are traffic noises in the far distance, an ambulance, the city was waking up. He closes his eyes, feeling the morning sun on his face.

That’s when he hears her stirring in the sheets. Someone was waking up.

“Come back to bed.”

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I Can't Live Without You

One would think that Shawn would defend his girlfriend when an interviewer, a big one, a famous one, completely bashes her and everything that she’s worked so hard for. Well, he didn’t, and it went a little something like this,

“So your girlfriend, Alex, is a film director yes?”

“That’s right.” Shawn smiled.

“Which, first of all, is a surprise! I saw her film and the whole thing- it was so good, it’s like a man could’ve made it!”

Shawn laughs and nods, “Yeah, she’s great.”

“She also plays a character in the movie! Who, can I just say, is kind of a slut.”

“Oh how so?”

He’s not going to say anything about that?! He’s gonna entertain this conversation?! The amount of times she has explained that her character is free-spirited and carefree- all of that torn apart now. All her work, undone.

Just like that.

“Well, her outfits, her dialogue! Even her several partners!”

She had two. One of them left right in the beginning.

“Wow, I mean- yeah! Her character is kind of everywhe-”

Brian had turned off the TV after that, looking over at Alex whose eyes were glossy now. “Al?”

“Why didn’t he defend me?” She mumbled and went to her room.

That wasn’t it. It wasn’t just one and done.

While he was still on his promo run, more interviewers asked similar questions, about if she was anything like her character (if you know what I mean) and that’s verbatim! Shawn had laughed and said, “Well, what do you think?” What is that supposed to mean?

Alex was sitting at the dining room table, trying to write a new script, but failing, when Brian came back from his girlfriend Kate’s house. “Al, you gotta stay away from the int-”

“I’m trying, but it is plastered everywhere, even on the goddamn TV.” She said and pointed at the TV in the living room.

Brian sighed and sat next to her, pulling her into a hug, “I’m sorry he’s such an asshole.” He mumbled, rubbing her back. Alex let a tear fall out and hugged him back.

“Does he really not know that what he's saying hurts me?" She mumbled, sniffles leaving her.

Brian squeezed her tighter and kissed her head, "I'll talk to him about it."

"No use. He already made me look like a fucking idiot." She replied, a dry laugh leaving her mouth. "And he's coming back in a few days anyway." She shrugged, Brian nodded and cleared his throat.

The air in the room wasn't as light and fun as it usually is, Brian knew what might come from this. He felt his heart get heavy and he pulled her into another hug.

The day Shawn came, he saw that a few things were different, decorations were up and the tree was waiting to be decorated as well. "Hey guys, I'm home!" He yelled out and heard no reply, he huffed and walked around, setting his things down before heading to his and Alex's room. He smiled at the image in front of him, Alex was sleeping peacefully with their big quilt wrapped around her. Shawn chuckled and climbed into bed with her, kissing her cheek and she shifted in her sleep. "Alex, baby wake up." He whispered, Alex groaned and turned away, Shawn pouted and played with her hair, "Did you miss me, baby?" He asked, Alex groaned again.

"Shawn!" Brian exclaimed, having just woken up as well.

"Hey Brian! I just got here!" He whispered, getting up and walking out the room to talk to his best friend.

"I see that. Hey dude, what the fuck?!" Brian whisper yelled, Shawns face dropped and he looked confused.

"What? What'd I do?" He asked and Brian scoffed.

"The fuck do you mean? You fucking dragged your girlfriend through the mud on like, the entire promo run!... Agreeing with the sexist stereotypes that people brought up, not saying anything when people were calling her a slut… do you not hear the words that come out of others mouths? Have you not seen any of the articles posted recently? No one told you anything?"

"No, Alex didn't say anything." Shawn replied, leaning on the back of his couch.

"Well, she shouldn't have to. That's really fucked up, man."

Shawn sighed and thought back on all his interviews recently, have they really been that bad?

About an hour later, Alex woke up and brushed her teeth before greeting Shawn. "Hey, baby!" Shawn grinned, reaching out to hold her hand.

"Hey." She replies, a small smile on her face as she sits down next to him.

"You alright?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder.

"Yeah! I just have to talk to you, but we can do that tomorrow." She shrugged, reaching for the remote.

"O- oh, about what?"

"I feel like you know." She answered simply, flipping through channels, "I don't wanna do it tonight, Shawn. I'm drained."

"I wanna do it now, though."

"Kay, well I don't." She said, Shawn sighed and rubbed his face.

"Alright. Can I… can I cuddle you?" He asked, opening his arms for her. Alex nodded and leaned into his arms, she kissed his chest quickly before turning back to the tv and choosing something to watch.

Shawn shifted a bit and felt his heart sink at the thought of tomorrow, their "conversation"... what if it leads to something else? Something worse.

When they’re ready for bed, Alex just simply gets under the covers, mutters a 'Good night' and drifts off to sleep. Shawn frowns and climbs into bed as well, wanting to cuddle her but he decides against it. He falls asleep to the sound of Alex's light breathing and many thoughts of what tomorrow will go like.

The next morning Shawn wakes up to an empty bed and sounds of dishes being washed in the kitchen. He gets up and brushes his teeth before heading to the kitchen, "You didn't have to do those, baby." He says, sitting on the counter behind her.

"It was bothering me." She shrugged, rinsing off a mug she finished using.

“Oh okay.” He said, “So, I- I’m ready to talk.”

“Yeah? Did Brian tell you anything?” She questioned, turning to face him.

Where is Brian?

“He’s at Kates by the way.” She answered, basically reading his mind.

“Yeah he did. Told me about all the things that were said in interviews.” He said looking down at his legs.

“Yeah. What was that?” She asked, crossing her arms. “How could you let them say that about me?”

“I- I don’t know. It didn’t seem wrong at the time.” He answered honestly.

“You made me look like a fucking idiot. You know how hard I worked to get people to take my work seriously. That was all completely demolished! Have you seen any of the articles lately?”

Shawn shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, Alex sighed and pulled out her phone, showing him article after article saying things like “Shawn Mendes says his girlfriends movies are a slut show”

“I didn’t say that though!”

“You agreed.” She replied quickly, like she's been thinking of this conversation for days.

She has.

“It was just some jokes!” He defended and Alex felt herself give up on him. Why is he mad?

“Not one! Hundreds! You fucking humiliated me!” She yelled back, “If I fucking went out and said all of your music was basic white trash just to appeal to the radio-”

“Hey!”

“Exactly…” She waited for him to respond but was met with nothing but a sigh from him and an apologetic frown. "Why didn't you defend me?"

"I- I don't know." He replied, "Like I said, at the time it didn't feel wrong or anything. Of course I'll defend you now!" He finished.

"Yeah, but are you only saying that because I confronted you about it? You didn't even notice anything wrong with those questions until now. The weight they carried… fuck, Shawn." Alex sighed, shaking her head. An overbearing weight on her chest now.

"I'm sorry, baby, I love you! You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He said, reaching for her hand.

"You already did! How the fuck do you go half of your press run just shitting on me and not realizing?" She yelled.

"Don’t raise your fucking voice at me!” He yelled back, pointing a finger at her.

“I’m fucking pissed! So of course I’m gonna yell at you, you fucking prick! Don’t get all fucking-”

“Oh my fucking god! What do you want me to do?! You want me to fucking apologize to the whole fucking world? Will that help you and your fucking career? If your boyfriend made a video or wrote down an apology and posted it online?! Is that what you want?” He exploded, Alex glared at him and ran her hand through her hair.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Shawn.” She said, feeling herself about to break down.

“You’re getting mad over a few little questions! Just fucking post something and say that it’s not true!”

“It’s not that fucking easy! I’m not like you! My career isn’t fucking-” While she was talking about how her work isn’t as grounded as his, Shawn pulled out his phone and started recording on Instagram.

“Hey guys, so my fucking girlfriend is making me record this to say s-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She screamed, trying to pull his arm down and stop him.

“No cause you’re being fucking overdramatic! I gotta apologize for some interviews!” He replied but stopped recording.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She glared at him and rushed to the room, getting some clothes together to leave.

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?” Shawn said, his voice cold and uncaring.

“Don’t fucking talk to me. I can’t fucking look at you right now.” She said, zipping up her bag and pushing past him.

“W- what? Wait, where are you going?!” He exclaims, following her through the apartment, “People are gonna see you! That’ll go ev-”

“For fuck sake! Is your image really more important than us? You care more about me being seen pissed off because of your own actions? Maybe I wouldn’t be leaving if you fucking cared!” She yelled, rushing to open the door.

"Where are you going?!"

"Doesn't matter. As long as I'm not here I'll be okay." She snapped, feeling herself about to cry. She tries not to cry so much, but this is just too much right now. "You know there was a time where i thought you were my dream come true… but you're a fucking nightmare." She said, a few tears falling out of her eyes. "Is there any specific reason you never let me direct your music videos? Or even your documentary, Shawn?" She asked, feeling herself lose hope in this relationship.

Shawn stood there with his mouth hung open and he shifted on his feet but said nothing.

Alex sniffled and nodded, "Thought so." She finished her walk to the door and went to open it before Shawn spoke.

"You deserve better."

"Yeah. I really do." She replied and opened the door, which made Shawn panic and rush next to her and hold the door closed.

"Wait, baby, I- I can't live without you." He said softly, that made Alex look up at him, teary eyed and all. She scoffed and threw the door open.

"If you can't live without me," She walked out the apartment, out of his life, for good. "Then die."

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mendessimp · 2 years

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 12 of Kinktober: Going To a Hotel With Shawn Mendes

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x virgin fem!reader

Warning: Making out, protected sex

READER’S POV

They met while Y/N was working at a local diner she works at. He couldn’t stop looking at her by the way she looked, she looked beautiful to look at and when she gave him his coffee he was a stunned on how she looked.

One day Shawn came back to ask her out, and of course she said yes. He would invite her for a ride on his motorcycle and he could feel her holding on to him which makes him feel like he’s making her feel safe.

They would go on dates all the time until one night, Shawn drove them to a hotel which Y/N was okay with but got confused at the same time. Shawn bought a room for them and they went to the room, Y/N looked around the room and it looked decent to her, Shawn went up to her and wraps his arms around her, she turns around to look at him. They began to kiss, Shawn lays them on the bed, which really wasn’t really comfortable to them, Shawn began to take his clothes off and Y/N does the exact same thing, Y/N kisses Shawn again, they make out, all you can hear is Y/N’s moans because she loves him so much and the way he kisses her each time they do. Shawn picks her up to make them to go to the end of the bed and kisses her again.

After that, they begin to make love, but Shawn gets protection for them and Y/N was nervous about it because she’s a virgin so Shawn went slow, she got used to him going slow so she wanted him to go a little faster which made her feel so good. The way she moans he goes a little more faster which made her moan louder.

THE NEXT MORNING

Y/N cuddles up against Shawn and she kisses him softly on his cheek. He wakes up to see her cuddling next to him and notices how beautiful she looks.

“Good morning Y/N/N.” He smiles.

“Good morning Shawn.” She smiles back.

“Thank you for being my first time.” Y/N crests his cheek.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiles.

“Can we be somewhere else if we do this again?” She asked.

“If you want to babe.” He says.

Y/N smiles, she thinks he’s the one for her, not the sex, the way he is with her, him being the most sweetest guy she’s ever met.

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mendesblurb · 10 months

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Please can I request a fluffy imagine with Shawnn!? Where reader give him some sort of goodluck kiss before the tour show starts?

Goodluck Kiss

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~310

Warning ⚠️: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: His performance with Ed took me by surprise honestly, hope you guys love this surprise little blurb from me too 🤪

It was the first show back after almost a year and half of no shows, and Shawn was standing backstage in the venue, feeling nauseous and jittery. He always felt this anxious; he hated the nervousness that comes with it.

However, how all the fear would disappear immediately as soon as he entered the stage and sang the first song was still a mystery to him.

“Shawn!” A voice called out, drawing his thought away from him.

“Baby, what are you doing here?”

“My boyfriend is about to perform on his first show after the break, am I allowed to support him?”

Hearing how casually you called him your boyfriend always brought a slight blush to his face, but he always blamed it on the pre-show nervous energy.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m so nervous; it feels like I will throw up at least once. God, I hope I don’t do that.”

“I hope you don’t do that too,” You chuckle while pushing his curls to the side and planting a soft kiss,“You’ll be fine, I promise. I do not doubt that you will do your best to make it a memorable show as always. Ed will love performing with you too.”

Then there was an announcement to make his way into the designated area.

"30 SECONDS PEOPLE," a crew member shouted.

His nerves then got the better of him again, but you kept him grounded, giving his hands a firm squeeze,”They're waiting for you. It’s going to be a fantastic show, babe. You got this!”

Shawn takes a deep breath, calming his nerves, “I’ll do my best!” His voice is a little shaky but manageable.

"And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. Go, Shawn," the stage director called as he made his way to the stage.

But then, just as he was walking, you called him out, quickly grabbing him by the arm,” I almost forgot,” You whispered, placing a light kiss on his lips,” For good luck.”

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shawnsprincesse · 2 years

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FREE CARD (Shawn Mendes & Harry Styles AU)

WARNING, this story contains:

Sex (in public)

Dirty talk

Mfm threesome

Adeline attends a Harry Styles concert with her boyfriend Shawn Mendes and the two of them catches the superstar’s attention while kissing during one of his slow songs. Feeling a little adventurous, the couple decides to have sex in the middle of the crowd but what happens once Harry finally sees them?

Aka

Harry Styles invites Adeline and her boyfriend backstage for a threesome.

”Are you excited baby?” My boyfriend asked as we stood by the barrier surrounded by people. It was hot outside, whoever thought it was a good idea to have a music festival in the middle of a large field with no shade probably didn’t think the temperatures could get above 90 degrees in Canada. I deliberately chose a short, thin, flowing sundress to wear for the occasion but that didn’t make me sweat any less. The sweat constantly dripped down my forehead, neck and back, forcing me to reapply the 50 spa sunscreen over and over again every half hour.

”Yes!” I squealed in excitement as I leaned against the metal railing of the barrier. We’d been waiting since early morning to get this close to the stage and it was totally worth it. The crowd around us was equally as hot, sweaty and excited. I’ve seen people give up halfway throughout the day, not thinking it was worth it to be up front while others simply were forced to leave after nearly fainting. Once the opening band started playing people began to push closer towards the stage and now here we were at 8.30 pm, a crowd of 50 000 people, huddled up like a vacuumed sealed pack of sardines.

”You want some water?” Shawn asked as he handed me the large bottle of water that we’d refilled at least five times throughout the day.

”Yes please.” I instinctively reached for the bottle. Shawn and I had refilled the same water bottle at least ten times today. I was so thankful that he was with me because none of my friends were able to go and if I would’ve gone alone, I wouldn’t have been able to leave my spot in the crowd to go get water, food or use the restroom. I’m also extremely thankful that he actually agreed to come with me because not everyone’s boyfriend would sacrifice a whole day in the scorching hot sun to go with their girlfriend to see her favorite singer whom she’s had a crush on since she was 18. Some boys would even get jealous but not Shawn, he even gave me a free pass, as if I would ever be lucky enough to sleep with Harry Styles.

Shawn’s not a huge Harry Styles fan but he has gotten used to me playing Harry’s music in the car and he doesn’t mind my obsession with Harry which to be fair has gotten less severe as I’ve grown older. I used to have posters all over my room with Harry’s face on it but now that I live together with my boyfriend it seems a little inappropriate to have another man’s face plastered across the wall and besides that, it would make our bedroom encounters a little more awkward if I had pictures of another man on the wall. Since none of my friends are Harry fans, Shawn’s gotten used to me ranting about my love for harry and it doesn’t phase him at all, probably because the chances of me getting with Harry is below 0 at this point and he knows that. It’s not like I’m unhealthily in love with an absolute stranger, I just happened to be a very passionate fan who appreciates a man with a pretty face and a great singing voice.

It’s not like I’m the only one obsessed with a celebrity in the world. I think it’s fair to say that the 50000 people here are equally as obsessed with Harry as I am. Honestly, being obsessed with a celebrity isn’t that different from boys being obsessed with sports like I hate hockey but I’ll happily come with Shawn to watch his favorite team play hockey because I know it’s a similar obsession, except he probably doesn’t wanna sleep with his favorite players but who knows, if he did, I’d probably give him a free pass in return.

Going to a Harry concert is an experience on it’s own, the crowd is always incredible and it’s an amazing feeling to just be around people that are so full of happiness, excitement and love. I can easily see how this can be thrilling and addictive to a singer because the high you get from 50000 people singing and cheering for you must be insane.

Suddenly the screen flashed to black and a sixty second count down began. The crowd went absolutely wild and everyone quickly got on their feet. The numbers flashed up on the screen, 40, 39, 38 and we all continued to scream and shout in pure bliss, in less than 30 seconds our favorite singer would be up on that stage, less than five feet away from me. Holy shit!

”One last sip!” Shawn forced the bottle back into my hand to make sure I was well hydrated. I couldn’t think straight as I poured half the bottle over my face before chugging the last drops of it down. 20, 19, 18, the screen kept ticking down and everyone around me was jumping up and down, screaming in pure ecstasy.

”Take it!” I forced the metal water bottle back into my boyfriend’s hand as I flashed him a large smile, I couldn’t contain the happiness on my face. It had been four years since I last saw my favorite singer and I was finally able to be up front by the barrier, last time I’d been way back in the general admissions section but this time I’d gone all out and bought the most expensive ticket possible.

Shawn laughed softly as he put the water bottle into his backpack. He was probably the only one by the barrier than wasn’t jumping and screaming out of excitement because the rest of us were definitely going absolutely wild as the clock finally reached 0 and Harry’s tall figure revealed itself at the top of the stairs on stage. I feel bad for the people who’d fainted throughout the day because this was definitely a sight to be seen upfront. I couldn’t believe that I was less than ten feet away from the love of my life as he slowly walked down the stairs, taking in the loud crowd in front of him while the band played the intro to his first song.

Shawn stood behind me as I jumped up and down, the people were pushing from every direction trying to get closer and closer to the metal barrier. The security guards had to stand by the railing to make sure no one pushed the barrier over and for a moment, I started panicking as people all around me tried to squeeze in front of me - as if that was physically possible, I was literally hanging over the railing. Thankfully Shawn stood behind me, protecting me from getting squeezed up against the metal fence. Shawn’s quite tall and I could definitely tell that the people behind us weren’t happy about him obstructing the view.

Harry played a couple of upbeat songs to get the crowd hyped up with excitement, his stage presence was amazing and I’m pretty sure he managed to get the entire crowd to jump at one point and I’m pretty sure I could feel the whole ground shaking - unless that was the heatstroke getting to me.

”Canada, how are you feeling?” Harry yelled out into the mic as he reached for his water bottle. The crowd screamed as loud as it possibly could, myself included. ”I hope you’re having a great time-” Harry paused to take a sip of his water. ”My name’s Harry Styles and I’m going to entertain you for the rest of the evening-” He continued to introduce himself as if everyone on this giant field outside of Toronto didn’t already know who he was. ”Toronto are you ready?”

The crowd shouted ”Yeah” back as loudly as it possibly could as Harry put his water bottle back down. The band started playing Late Night Talking and Harry gave it his all. The sun was still up and it was still hot outside yet Harry managed to skip, jump and run across the entire stage filled with energy. He did his usual signature moves while singing and charming the entire crowd. I was mesmerized by his appearance and presence and I couldn’t even believe that he was real at this point. I couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was less than five feet away from me, breathing the same air and even occasionally looking down in my direction. I was starstruck to say the least.

”Toronto, I want you to sing along with me as loud as you can!” Harry’s breathless voice echoed through the speakers as the band got ready to play the chorus again. ”We’ve been doing all this-” Harry held out the microphone for us to finish the sentence.

”Late night talking!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear Shawn sing too, maybe not at the top of his lungs but he was definitely vibing along.

”Again!” Harry screamed into the mic. ”We’ve been doing all this-” He paused for us to fill in the blanks. ”Toronto, let me hear youuuu!” Harry chimed as he ran across the stage, waving his arms in the air, encouraging us to get even louder. ”’Bout anything you want until the mornin’” He continued to sing and the crowd sang along as loud as we possibly could.

My eyes followed Harry’s every move as he skipped across the stage. I was silently begging for him to lock eyes with me as he scanned the crowd, I was literally there, right in front of him at the center of the stage, if he could just look down at me once, I could die happily. I was a sweaty, breathless mess at this point and I could barely catch my breath between the screaming, jumping and cheering but it was so worth it. I’d forgotten about the scorching heat and I was now having the time of my life as I watched the love of my life jump across the stage, having the time of his life.

”Babe!” The other love of my life called out loudly behind me. ”You need to drink!” Shawn once again reminded me as he forced the water bottle into my hand. I took one quick sip, not wanting to miss a single lyric as Harry continued to sing. ”One more!” Shawn ordered me as he watched me take a real sip of the water. ”Good girl.” He cheekily praised me as I pushed the water bottle back into his hand. I refused to drink more water now because I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom during the concert. I refused to miss a single second of Harry’s performance, I’ve been waiting for this since last year and I refuse to miss out on anything.

”How’s everyone doing tonight?” Harry yelled into the microphone. ”It is hot out here!” Harry’s British accent echoed through the speakers as he looked out at the large crowd. ”You good?!” Harry called out as he noticed a group of girls at the edge of the barrier. ”Good!” Harry continued to talk to the crowd, his eyes scanning the people in the front row as he walked around the stage and I swear to God he looked at me at one point. I could just feel it.

”Before we play this next song, I would like to introduce you to my band.” Harry motioned towards the people behind him on stage. The crowd continued to cheer equally as loudly for every single person in Harry’s band and I loved that, I loved that this wasn’t just a one man show and that people actually appreciated and loved Harry’s band just as much as they loved Harry.

The band started playing the tune to Love of my life and the crowd sang along just as loudly as before. People raised their hands to wave along to the song as Harry continued to sing the first verse, it was a nice change of pace to the previous wild songs. I turned around to look out at the massive crowd behind me, people were waving their arms in the air, holding their cell phones up to capture the moment.

Shawn flashed me a soft, cheeky smile as he looked back at me, noticing the joy in my eyes and the pure happiness on my face. I’d almost forgotten that he was there with me, I’d been too consumed by the energy around me and too desperate to catch Harry’s attention as I sang at the top of my lungs. As Harry continued to sing the lyrics ”Baby, you were the love of my life” and I stared up into Shawn’s soft brown eyes, I was reminded that he was in fact the real love of my life. No matter how much I would love Harry, he was still a stranger to me and my obsession with him could never overpower the true love that I have for Shawn.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around Shawn’s neck, briefly turning my attention away from the man on stage to the real love of my life. Shawn’s soft brown eyes stared into mine as we swayed along to the music in each other’s arms. His soft pink lips formed into a lovable smile as I struggled to reach up around his neck, my fingers gently playing with the soft curls at the back of his head as he leaned down slightly, allowing my fingers to entwine behind his neck.

”I love you.” I mouthed loudly as I was completely distracted by his beautiful brown eyes. I’d forgotten about the entire crowd around us as I leaned in to kiss Shawn. Harry’s soft voice continued to boom through the loud speakers as I pressed my lips against Shawn’s. His soft, wet lips brushed gently against mine as we continued to embrace each other against the barrier, our bodies still swaying along to the music in the background.

”I love you too.” Shawn hummed gently against my lips as he continued to kiss me softly. I closed my eyes as his mouth continued to devour me. It was like a dream, the people around us, the loud music, Harry’s real voice and presence, Shawn’s soft lips, everything was like a dream and I was completely lost in it.

Suddenly the crowd started cheering loudly out of nowhere and I opened my eyes and turned me head only to see a camera right in front of me and my messy face plastered across the huge screens on the stage.

”Oh God!” I squealed as I realized that the camera man had zoomed in on our kiss. I tried to turn my head back and hide my face against Shawn’s face but the camera man refused to pull away no matter how embarrassed I was.

”Kiss her again!” Some loud mouth yelled in the middle of the crowd and I could feel my cheeks turn into a bright red color as my heart pounded loudly inside my chest.

”Wooooo!” Some other girl called out loudly, encouraging the crowd to join them and soon they were all waiting for Shawn to kiss me again as Harry started to sing the second verse.

Shawn let out a chuckle as he forced my face out of its hiding spot. He pressed his soft fingertip against my chin, tilting my head and forcing me to look up at him as he flashed me a cheeky grin. I shook my head at him, my entire body filled with embarrassment as I thought about the 50000 people who’d just seen us kiss on a giant screen. Shawn raised his eyebrows playfully at me as he slowly reeled me in for another kiss.

”Wooooo.” The crowd cheered as Shawn pressed his warm mouth against mine and I couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss. The people around us whisked cheekily as Shawn continued to devour my lips with determination. Shawn refused to let me go, determined to give the crowd something to really cheer for as he slid his tongue into my mouth. My cheeks were burning hot at this point but I wasn’t about to just pull away and leave him hanging, might as well savor the moment.

Shawn slid his tongue against mine in a playful manner, I let out a soft giggle as I pushed my fingers into the messy curls at the back of his head, pushing him closer to me. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting every inch of it as if it was his first time. The combination of his soft lips kissing me, the crowd cheering us on and Harry singing got me filled with euphoric excitement, it was like I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I didn’t know what to do with myself, resulting in me just leaning into Shawn for support as I tried my best to kiss him back.

The camera finally panned away from us and I sighed in relief as I realized the song was over. Thank God! I do not like being the center of attention. Shawn grinned cheekily as he pulled away from my lips, his eyes staring deeply into mine as I was unable to contain the bright smile on my lips. He looked at me with the cheekiest grin on the planet as he gently caressed my hot pink cheeks.

”I hate you.” I muttered defeated as Shawn playfully winked at me. He knows I hate being the center of attention and 50000 people just watched us make out at a Harry Styles concert.

”Sure.” Shawn replied cheekily like he always does whenever I sarcastically hate him.

”I do!” I argued as if he didn’t believe me. I came here wanting to get noticed by Harry Styles not have 50000 strangers watch me make out with my boyfriend but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

”Mhmm.” Shawn hummed dismissively as if he didn’t care while I turned around to face Harry again. Thankfully the cameras were back to focusing on him and I was spared any more embarrassment.

I released a soft sigh of relief as I felt Shawn’s arms slip around my body. He pressed his body tightly against mine as his hands rested on top of my lower stomach. He leaned his head down and rested his chin against my shoulder as Harry finished up the song on stage.

”Too bad I still love you.” Shawn whispered sweetly into my ear and I could almost hear the cheeky grin form on his lips as he pressed a light kiss against my earlobe. A soft smile crossed my lips as I felt his warm breath against my skin, his soft delicate voice was like music to my ears.

”Hold on! I wanna talk to this couple!” Harry called out to his band as they began to play the intro to sweet creature. The camera man wasn’t the only one who’d noticed me and Shawn kissing in the crowd, suddenly Harry stood right in front of us, looking straight into my eyes and I was mortified. ”What’s your name?” Harry stared straight into my eyes and even though this was exactly what I wanted and had longed for ever since I first bought my tickets, I was speechless and mortified. I tried to get my name out but it was like my voice gave up on it. It was like my brain was trying so hard to make my mouth speak but the signals couldn’t reach their final destination.

”Adeline!” I finally snapped out of my trance.

”Madeline?” Harry called back questioningly.

”No, Adeline!” I called out as loudly as I could.

”Adeline?” Harry asked and I nodded swiftly. ”Adeline, is that your boyfriend, are you guys on a date?”

”Yeah!” I replied as I silently pinched myself. I couldn’t believe that Harry Styles was right there in front of me, talking to me. If Shawn didn’t already have his arms wrapped around me and his body pressed against me I would’ve fallen to the ground, screaming and sobbing at the attention Harry was currently giving me.

”Boyfriend! What’s your name sir?” Harry continued to question us and all I could do was nod in agreement to his questions.

”Shawn!” Shawn called out loudly as he held me in his arms.

”Shawn-” Harry pronounced Shawn’s name with a thick British accent. ”How long have you two been dating?” Harry continued his questioning and at this point I was a mess and it was up to Shawn to answer any questions.

”Two and a half years.” Shawn replied as Harry squatted down in front of us to hear us better.

”Two and a half years.” Harry repeated the answer to the audience. ”Not one doubt!” Harry joked and his soft, vibrant chuckle echoed through the speakers. ”Is she treating you good?” Harry asked teasingly.

”Mhm!” Shawn swiftly agreed as he squeezed me in his arms.

”What about you Adeline, is he treating you good?” Harry asked and I was still speechless so all I could do was nod.

”Good!” Harry chimed loudly. ”You guys having a good time?” Harry asked and I was finally able to speak properly. I yelled yes as loudly as I could and Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at my loud voice. ”Alright…” He laughed as he stood up again. ”Let’s give it up for Shawn and Adeline everyone!” Harry called out and the crowd once again cheered as the camera man shoved his camera into our faces one last time. ”This our is called Love On Tour and here we celebrate all kinds of love! Now, here’s Sweet Creature, sing along if you know the words!” Harry introduced his next slow song and the crowd continued to go wild as the sweet guitar intro began to play.

”OH. MY. GOD!” I turned around to face my boyfriend in disbelief. Not only had Harry noticed me or looked into my eyes but he’d talked to me, like a normal person. He knows my fucking name! I couldn’t contain my excitement as I squealed in Shawn’s arms. It was like a dream come true and all that waiting since early in the morning, all the queuing, all the sweating and everything else was totally worth it. ”I’m gonna die!” I exclaimed loudly to my boyfriend as Harry began to sing the first verse of Sweet Creature.

”Please don’t die.” Shawn chuckled as he watched me struggle to contain my composure. I had never been this excited in my entire life and I had no idea how to handle it. It was like all my emotions were flowing freely through my body and I could barely contain myself at this point, it was like one of those earth shattering orgasms where you just couldn’t control your body or it's movements.

”Help me! I’m freaking out!” I called out as I tried to phantom what’d just happened and the fact that my favorite singer not only noticed me but also talked to me and knew my name. Shawn laughed softly as he watched me crumble against his large frame. He hugged me tightly in his arms while simultaneously laughing at my struggle.

”You need to calm down.” Shawn chuckled teasingly as he pushed the hair of my ponytail back over my shoulder.

”I can’t!” I laughed softly as Shawn gently pressed his chin against my shoulder and smooched his face against my neck. His mouth gently pressed a light kiss against my neck in an attempt to calm me down but my heart was still beating at a million beats per second and I could feel the blood course through every inch of my body. I bet Shawn could feel it too as he gently pressed his mouth against my warm neck. ”I literally can’t.” I defended myself as I felt his lips press soft, tender smooches against my sensitive skin. ”My heart is beating so hard right now!” I exclaimed loudly. I couldn’t control my heart or my heartbeat. It was just doing whatever it wanted at this point.

”Have some more water.” Shawn ordered with a chuckle as he handed me the bottle. I chugged the last drops of water down into my system before handing the bottle back to Shawn. He released a soft chuckle against my ear as I stood swooning in his arms. Harry continued to look in my direction as he sang the chorus to sweet creature and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I couldn’t believe that he was real and that he knew I existed.

Shawn released another chuckle, finding my panicking state amusing as he held onto me. Thank God he kept holding onto me because otherwise I probably would’ve fainted against the metal railing from the chock of Harry acknowledging me.

”Baby, you need to calm down or you’re gonna faint.” Shawn whispered into my ear. It was still burning hot outside and I was sweating all the way down my back at this point. Shawn could definitely feel my pulse against his lips as he continued to calmly press a few gentle kisses against my neck. I tried my best to calm down knowing that he was right, I would end up fainting if I didn’t figure out a way to stay calm.

”I can’t.” I squealed softly.

Shawn slowly slid one of his hands over my side while the other one kept me steady in his arms. I could feel his hand gently caress my lower back in a soothing manner.

”I think I know something that’ll distract you.” Shawn whispered teasingly into my ear as he slid his hand lower and gently grabbed my ass through the thin fabric of my sundress. I let him grope me through the short skirt of the dress as he continued to press gentle kisses against my neck and ear. His touch was distracting to me, it helped me focus on other things than the fact that Harry Styles was right there in front of me.

Shawn gently pushed the short skirt of my dress up between us. His hand gently squeezed my bare ass beneath the squirt and I let out a little squeal in surprise as I felt his fingers dig into my soft, fat tissue. Shawn stood behind me, his body pressing as tightly against mine as humanly possible. His large body shielded me from the view of people around us as he kept the back of my skirt hitched up against my lower back. He gently squeezed the crease of my butt as his hand down my inner thigh and back up against the soft fabric of the panties between my legs.

”Babe!” I tried to protest knowing that we were surrounded by 50000 people and that camera man could pop back up in our faces at any moment but Shawn was determined to keep going. His hand gently caressed me through my panties as I leaned back against his firm body.

Harry continued his set list, playing yet another slow acoustic song for the audience to sing and sway along to. We swayed too as Shawn teasingly pressed his fingers against my slit. I could feel his fingers grip onto the thin edge of my panties as he pulled them to the side, even though I knew it was a risky game, I didn’t object. I knew how good his touch could make me feel and at this point, I was curious what the combination of him touching me and the current bliss that I was experiencing would feel like. My body could barely function after my interaction with Harry yet somehow I was still curious what it would feel like to have an orgasm in a state like this.

I could feel Shawn’s soft fingertip gently tap against my bare skin. His other hand gently pressed against my stomach to keep me stable and close to him. I tried to focus as much as I could on the song playing in the background while Shawn continued to explore me with his fingers.

Shawn gently tapped my clit with his fingertips. He pressed two fingers against it and rubbed in gently in a circle, making me melt into his arms. If I hadn’t been speechless before, I definitely was now. He continued to slide his long, thick fingers down between my slit in a slow teasing manner.

”Are you wet for me baby?” Shawn’s hoarse voice entered my ear as he continued to slowly slide his fingers down my wet folds. His index finger tapped gently against my entrance and I let out a soft gasp, knowing that I was already wet down there. He had that effect on me.

”Yes!” I gasped in response, I wasn’t sure if he could hear me over the music but it didn’t matter, he already knew the answer. My mouthed form a tiny O-shape as I felt Shawn slide both his index and middle finger through my entrance. I was hot, sweaty and felt over all like a mess yet somehow this was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. We’d never done anything in public before but considering we just heavily made out in front of 50000 people, we might as well keep this adventure going.

”Mmm, you’re so wet for me.” Shawn hummed against my ear as he continued to explore the insides of my pussy with his long, slick fingers.

”Baby!” I tried modestly object knowing that this was some risky business but Shawn refused to listen to me. His fingers slowly slid in and out of my pussy and I let out a heavy breathe as his fingertips danced across my wet slit and over the sensitive skin of my clit. While all this was happening beneath the skirt of my sundress, people around me kept chanting and cheering while singing along to Shawn’s slow songs.

I leaned further back against Shawn’s firm body as he swirled his fingers over my clit in a teasing manner. I could feel his heavy body against mine as his hot breath continued to tickle my ear and I could also feel his cock harden beneath his black nike shorts as I pressed my butt back against his hips. I moaned at the thought of his hard cock, my mind drifted off into a different place as I thought about how good he usually makes me feel when we’re alone in bed together. I wanted to feel that good right now but I had no idea how to physically make that happen.

Shawn continued to draw sweet circles all over my clit before sliding his fingers back down to my hole, his two fingers inching slowly inside me before pulling back again in a teasing manner. I pressed my butt up against Shawn’s crotch, the fabric of my sundress getting in the way as I tried to grind up against his Nike sports shorts. It was hot outside, we were both sweaty, tired and god knows what else but in that moment I’d never wanted someone more in my entire life and maybe it was the euphoric bliss of my previous encounter talking or the heatstroke was getting to me but I was desperate for my boyfriend in a whole new way, I wanted to have him right then and there, the way his touch made me feel was absolutely incredible and definitely distracting in the best way.

”Fuck, you’re so wet.” Shawn huffed in my ear as he slid his fingers inside me again, this time pumping them in and out at a slow pace as I stood in front of him. I squinted my eyes shut for a second while silently imagining how good his cock would feel inside me. I couldn’t shake the image away, the last time we’d had sex was a couple of days ago and my body was already craving him. For a second I got lost in my own fantasies as I thought about Shawn’s thick cock stretching me out. I instinctively pressed my butt back against his hard-on as I continued to fantasize about him fucking me while pumping his fingers in and out of me. His soft voice kept whispering dirty things into my ears as I leaned further back into him. ”Am I making you feel good baby?” Shawn asked and I nodded in response.

His long fingers slid out of me and back up over my slit. He pressed his fingertips just hard enough against my clit and I’m pretty sure I moaned out loud at this point. Luckily the crowd was loud enough to drown out any sounds I was making but I was also convinced that Shawn could hear me because of the way he reacted to me.

”Use your words Princess.” Shawn teasingly cooed into my ear as he leaned closer to me in order to hear my response.

”It feels so good.” I moaned as I tilted my head to look at Shawn. A cheeky grin spread across his lips as he leaned in to steal a quick kiss from me He abruptly broke away from it, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention or draw attention to us again.

He continued to rub his fingertips against my clit with just the right pressure to keep me on the edge. I could feel myself swoon as I stood squished between the metal barrier and Shawn’s heavy body. I couldn’t help but to grind back against his body in response to his touch, I could feel his hard cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts and my mouth instantly water at the thought of having him inside me.

When it comes to sex I’m a needy little whore, I want everything and will do anything to get what I want. I will worship his cock with my mouth for hours if it means I’ll get what I want in the end. Our relationship is a very giving and taking relationship so I definitely don’t mind sucking cock for hours on end for the sake of sucking it, because I love sucking cock, but getting a reward in return is always a nice surprise.

Shawn pushed his fingers deep inside me and I let out a soft mewl in response. ”Right there baby.” I squealed lightly as I swooned against his touch.

He curved his fingers slightly in order to hit my G-spot and I could barely stand up at this point. The barrier was so close to me that it was preventing me from falling over thank God, over wise I might’ve hurled over from his fingers stimulation. I kept grinding against Shawn’s body, desperate to feel something. If I couldn’t have his cock inside me, the least I could do was have it as close to me as possible.

”You’re gonna make me hard baby.” Shawn murmured into my ear.

”You’re already hard.” I argued with a giggle as I looked back at him while slowly reaching my hand behind my back to caress him through his soft pants.

”Touché.” Shawn shrugged in defeat as I let the palm of my hand trail over his thick cock.

”Did my pussy make you hard baby?” I tried to keep my voice down so nobody around us would hear me but it was hard considering Harry was singing loudly just a few feet away from us.

”Mhmm…” Shawn groaned against my ear, his heavy breath tickling my warm skin as I continued to stare into his brown eyes.

Shawn continued to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy, his long thick digits curved just the right way inside me, making me curl my toes in my sandals as I stood in front of him. My pussy tingled at the thought of Shawn’s cock being inside me, I could feel how big he was beneath my caressing palm and at this point I was desperate to feel him inside me.

Shawn’s distraction definitely worked, I’d managed to calm down from my previous interaction with my favorite singer but now there was a different kind of excitement coursing through my body and my heartbeat hadn’t slowly down one bit. I could feel my face get flustered as I shamelessly thought about how good Shawn’s cock would feel inside me and I could no longer hide the desire from my face.

”Your touch feels so good.” I whined softly, desperate for more. Shawn knew I was desperate for more, he knew everything about me and he definitely recognized the needy tone of my voice. It was the kind of stubborn whining tone that a three year old would also have any time their parents refused to buy them a toy at the store. ”I want you inside me.” A soft pout formed on my lips knowing that it was practically impossible for us to have each other right now.

Shawn wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly as he refused to slow down his pace. His fingers kept sliding into me with ease, at this point they were covered in my juices and managed to stretch my walls out with ease. I tried my best to contain myself but it was hard to do so when he was making me weak at my knees.

”I want your cock baby.” I mewled equally as needy as before. I wasn’t sure if I was silently begging for him to make the first move or what I was doing. I knew the risks we were taking but I was willing to throw it all out, just for him.

”Hmm, I bet your pussy would feel so good right now wrapped around my cock baby.” Shawn teasingly hummed into my ear as I stood in front of him. He pressed his wet mouth against my neck as I turned my head back to the stage, directing my attention back to Harry who was now preparing to sing another slow song.

”Mhmmm.” I hummed in response as he continued to assault me with his long fingers. They kept thrusting into me, hitting my G-spot over and over again as I continued to push my ass back against his hard-on. ”I want you.” I moaned again. ”I want you so badly, baby please.” I moaned as I continued to grind back against Shawn’s cock.

”I want you too baby.” Shawn softly groaned into my ear as he playfully pressed a light kiss against my earlobe. ”My cock is so fucking hard for you Princess.” Shawn spoke in a low, sexy voice as if I hadn’t already felt his hard-on rub up against my ass.

A cheeky smile spread across my lips as I felt him grind back into me. I could tell that he was desperate to have me too and the two of us were playing a dangerous game right now, knowing that it would be at least two hours until we could actually get out of here and fuck each other’s brains out.

”I want it baby.” I whispered breathlessly as I leaned back against Shawn. ”I need it.” I added with a soft moan as I playfully wiggled my butt against Shawn. ”I want you inside me.” I begged softly as I tilted my head to look at Shawn. His brown wild eyes searched my face to examine whether I was serious or not and I wasn’t even sure myself if I was serious or not.

”Right here?” Shawn asked as he was unable to figure out if I was serious or not.

”Mmm yeah.” I nodded. ”Do you think we can make it work?” I asked with a soft, pleading grin on my lips.

”Maybe.” Shawn smiled cheekily.

”Wanna try?” I asked with a devious grin on my lips. Shawn looked a little skeptic at first so I tried my best to persuade him. ”Please baby…” I mewled sweetly. ”My pussy’s dripping wet for you baby, I just need to feel your cock inside me.” I begged as I felt his fingers push into me in a thrusting motion, just like he would thrust his cock into me. ”Please, pretty please.” I begged softly, well aware of the risky game I was playing.

”Are you sure?” Shawn asked as he questioningly raised his eyebrows at me.

”Mhmmm.” I nodded swiftly. ”You don’t have to move, just put it in me.” I tried to negotiate with a cheeky grin.

”You expect me to stay still when your pussy’s already soaking wet and clenching around my fingers?” Shawn looked skeptically at me as I nervously bit the corner of my lip.

”You can do whatever you want as long as we don’t get caught.” I continued to negotiate as I batted my lashes innocently at Shawn.

”Right…” Shawn still seemed a little bit skeptic but he wasn’t going to argue any further with me. His cock was already straining against his shorts and I was getting wetter and wetter with every stroke of his fingers.

I reached back with my right hand to rub it over his cock. I could feel his thick length against the palm of my hand and after a few long strokes, I reached back for the little zipper on his shorts. I tried my best to open his zipper up but blindly maneuvering a pair of shorts and boxers was kind of hard and it took me a minute or two until I finally managed to get his cock out of his pants.

My palm slid over his soft, delicate skin as I slid the tip of my thumb over his soft, wet head. I fumbled in the dark as I tried to guide his cock to my entrance. Shawn quickly pulled his fingers out as I tried to direct him towards my wet entrance. It was hard when I couldn’t look back, the fabric of our clothes didn’t make it any easier either but then again it was the only thing protecting us from getting caught at this point.

Once Shawn’s head finally reached my entrance we could adjust ourselves and our clothes further to cover up what we were actually doing. Since the crowd had already been packed from the beginning, the two of us standing extremely close wasn’t anything abnormal.

I let my hand trail over Shawn’s cock a few times. My small delicate palm examined every inch of his soft skin as I continued to teasingly rub his head against my pussy. I could feel every little bump and crease as I continued to caress him teasingly with my hand.

Shawn let out a soft groan as I pressed the tip of his cock against my soaked entrance. I tried my best to adjust myself in front of him as I slowly let him slide into my inch by inch.

”Yessss!” I moaned loudly as I felt his thick length slide into my wet, needy pussy. ”Fuck Shawn.” I cussed as Shawn slid as much of his cock as he possibly could inside me. ”You feel so good baby.” I praised him as I felt his cock force my tight walls apart.

Shawn wrapped both his arms around me and I let out a soft giggle as I noticed that he’d cleaned his fingers off with his mouth. My hands reached towards the metal railing in front of me as I tried to discretely bend over slightly in order to be able to push further back onto his cock.

”Always so needy.” Shawn cooed teasingly as he watched me try my best to take every inch of him inside me.

”That’s me.” I chanted proudly. ”I’m always gonna be needy for you baby.” I flashed him a cheeky smile as I playfully wiggled my butt at him.

”That’s my babygirl.” Shawn praised me as he slowly moved inside me. We tried our best to keep our composure as we swayed along to the music while Shawn was secretly grinding into me.

”Always your babygirl.” I replied with a cheeky grin on my lips as I looked back at him to steal a quick kiss from him.

”Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby.” Shawn continued to praise me as he continued to slowly grind into me. His hips swirled gently against my butt as I held onto the metal railing in front of me. I tried my best to push back onto him but it was hard to move in general with everyone around us and I definitely didn’t want to get caught at front row. ”I can’t wait until we get back home so I can fuck you senseless.” Shawn cooed into my ear, making me purr like a kitten.

”Can’t wait baby.” I released a soft giggle as I noticed the pure desire and excitement in his innocent brown eyes. ”Fuck, you feel so good.” I mewled sweetly as he slid his cock into me. I was desperate to go faster and harder and it was taking every inch of my self-control and patience to not do so.

”You’re lucky if we make it through the door before I have you on all fours.” Shawn threatened into my ear with a low growl and I kept purring like a kitten in excitement.

”Mmm, I like the sound of that.” I mewled softly as I felt the tip of his cock hit my most sensitive spot. ”I love it when you fuck me on all fours.” I moaned as I looked back at Shawn through my black lashes.

”By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to stop babygirl.” Shawn promised and I could only imagine the things we would do once we finally made it through the door to our apartment.

”Yeah?” I gasped as I felt him push roughly inside me. One thrust was all it took to drive me absolutely mad and that single trust almost sent me over the edge on its own. ”Do you like hearing me beg for you Shawn? Like a good girl?”

”Mmm yeah.” Shawn’s hoarse voice echoed through my ear as he once again slid his entire length into me with one swift push.

”I’ll be such a good girl for you baby.” I promised as I leaned back against Shawn, desperate to be as close to him as possible. ”I’ll do anything you want baby, as long as you promise to fuck me hard all night long.” I moaned the naughty words into Shawn’s ear. His eyes widened as he looked down at me. I loved the effect I had on him and I loved turning him on like this even thought we were already fucking. Even when I do get his dick, I’m needy for more. I need to hear him say all the dirty things he’d gonna do to me and I need validation that he’s just as fucked for me as I am for him.

”Promise baby.” Shawn released a soft chuckle as he stared at me with his wild eyes.

”I can’t wait.” I felt my stomach tingle at the thought of Shawn fucking me on the floor from behind. The idea of hot, rough sex makes me purr like a kitten in delight and I love it. After two and a half years of dating we still haven’t hit a wall, somehow we manage to keep it spicy in the bedroom and even when we fight we end up fucking each other like bunnies afterwards. ”God, I love it when you take me from behind.” The pure bliss coursing through my body made me roll my eyes back into my head as I felt Shawn thrust into me. I always feel like such a dirty girl when he fucks me from behind, it makes me feel naughty in just the right ways, like I’m his personal little fucktoy. He knows I love this and he knows I love it when he manhandles me. I like my men dominant and caring all at once.

”Kinda like how we’re doing it right now?” Shawn asked cheekily.

”Yeah.” I whimpered softly. ”Kinda like that, but harder-” I licked my lips as I stared back into Shawn’s eyes. ”And faster.” I added with a cheeky playful grin.

”Think you can come for me Princess?” Shawn asked as a smug grin crossed his lips.

”Mhmmm.” I nodded, promising that I would do my best to try to come for him. ”Are you gonna come too?” I asked softly as I felt my walls squeeze tightly around his thick length.

”Yes.” Shawn promised as he pushed his cock deeply inside me.

”Mmmm, I want your come inside me baby.” I mewled as I thought about his come dripping into my pussy. I was already hot, sweating and an all over mess and this sure wasn’t going to make things better but at this point, who fucking cares.

Shawn thrusted into me hard and in attempt to send me over the edge. He pulled his cock back all the way to the tip before roughly pushing back into me, forcing my slick walls apart to make way for his thick cock. He couldn’t go as fast and hard as he usually did but it was definitely enough to send me over the edge. I could already feel my stomach clench in excitement as my toes curled up against the bottom of my sandals.

Shawn pushed into me again, his rough hips clashing against my butt as we stood wrapped around each other in the middle of the crowd. I’d forgotten the lyrics to every song Harry was singing at this point and the only noises coming out of my mouth was my sweet moans.

”Yes baby!” I moaned encouragingly as Shawn hit my G-spot from behind. His cock buried itself deep inside me and I was on the edge of coming as he pulled back only to slam back into me with force. ”I’m so close baby.” I swooned as I felt my walls squeeze tightly around him. I could feel his cock twitch inside me and I knew he was holding back until I was finally able to come.

”Fuck!” Shawn released a rough groan into my ear as he buried himself inside me once again.

”One more baby.” I groaned as I felt sweat dripping down my forehead, I was so close. I wish I could’ve just pulled my skirt up and reached for my clit to finish things off but that would definitely alert the audience to what was going on. ”Right there baby, right fucking there.” I moaned almost too loudly as Shawn kept thrusting into me.

Suddenly, I was completely consumed by waves of pleasure inside me. I could feel the tingling, sensational feeling take over my body as I leaned up against the metal railing for support. My toes curled as hard as they could against my wooden sandal and my stomach painfully clenched before finally releasing beneath the thin fabric of my sundress.

”Fuck, I’m coming.” Shawn growled as his cock twitched inside me once again and I could feel his warm come in me. I let out a soft groan as I felt him push as deep into my pussy as he possibly could, burying himself inside me as I continued to pulse around him.

”Mmmm…” I hummed as Shawn slowly pulled out of me and tucked his cock back into his pants before anyone could notice. ”I want more.” I whispered as I turned around to wrap my arms around him. A soft, cheeky pout formed on my lips as I looked pleadingly into his soft chocolate brown eyes.

”Always so needy.” Shawn scolded me with a cheeky grin as he leaned down to press a light kiss against my lips. I was eager to taste him but he managed to pull away before I could actually slide my tongue into his mouth. I guess it’s for the best, we don’t need another camera man up in our face.

”Mhmmm.” I hummed as I snuggled up against Shawn’s body. ”You’re a great distraction by the way.” I laughed softly as I realized my body had finally calmed down enough for me to function properly and my heart was finally beating normally again.

”Always happy to help.” Shawn chuckled as he embraced me tightly.

”Love you.” I whispered softly as I leaned up against him and pressed a light kiss against his neck. ”I can’t wait until we get home.” I added with a cheeky grin.

”Love you too.” Shawn chuckled into my ear.

I could feel Shawn’s warm come dribble down my leg as I turned back to face the stage. Shawn adjusted my panties beneath the skirt and patted my dress to make sure the skirt draped properly down my butt.

Even though sex with Shawn usually leaves me breathless and spent, I managed to jump along to the rest of the songs during the concert. I was living off the thrills of Harry acknowledging me and the pure sexual thrills Shawn had given to me earlier. Time went by way too quickly and before I knew it the show was over and people were getting ready to leave.

After Harry exited the stage as Shawn and I got ready to leave, a security guard walked up to us. ”Excuse me ma’am-” He called out and I came to a completely halt as I turned back around to acknowledge him.

”Yes, me?” I asked confused.

”Yes, Mr. Styles would like for you to accompany him backstage.” The guard spoke with a firm voice.

”Me? Are you sure?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at the guard, was this some kind of joke or what?

”Yes ma’am.” The guard said as he stared at me dead serious.

”Can my boyfriend come too?” I asked confused, why would Harry want to meet me backstage, what is going on? If this is some kind of joke I will flip out because right now the only thing I wanna do is go back home and have Shawn do all those nasty things he promised to do to me and if the only one stopping me from doing that is this random security guard then I’ll be pissed.

”Of course.” The guard stated firmly.

”Uhm okay, should I just walk around or?” I asked confused as the metal barrier was clearly going all the way around the stage.

”I’ll lift you.” Shawn chuckled behind me as he grabbed a hold of my waist and lifted me up so I could climb over the barrier.

”Did he say what this was about?” I asked confused as the guard caught a hold of me and pulled me over the giant railing.

Shawn swung his long legs over the fence with ease and soon the two of us were on the other side of the barrier.

”No ma’am, just to bring you over.” The guard replied as he walked ahead of us. The guard walked swiftly as if he was in a hurry and I followed him like a lost, confused puppy. What’s this about? Am I about to meet my favorite singer live? I’m not sure I can handle that considering how much I freaked out before and besides that, I’m sweaty and look like absolute shit not to mention the fact that there was literal come between my legs. This is not how I imagined myself meeting my idol.

”Okay.” I shrugged as we continued to follow the guard beneath the stage. The whole place was like a culvert beneath the ground, I’d never been backstage before and this looked nothing like it does on TV.

The security guard finally led us up to Harry’s dressing room door. He knocked on it three times as if doing some kind of secret code and Harry swiftly opened the door, leading me to always faint right there on the spot.

”Adeline!” Harry cooed as if I was a long lost friend to him.

He remembered my name! Was all I could think as the security guard left the three of us alone.

”Come inside, please.” Harry said as he opened the door to let the two of us in.

”Hi.” I nervously spoke as I walked into the dressing room, I wasn’t sure whether to put my backpack down or take my shoes off or what to do. I had no idea what the customs were at this point.

”Sit down.” Harry motioned towards the leather couch in the middle of his dressing room. ”Can I get you two anything to drink? Water, coffee, tea?” Harry asked as he watched me and Shawn sit down. At this point I was shaking and I’m sure Shawn could feel it by the way my hand was holding onto his.

”Water would be nice.” I tried to be as polite as I possibly could.

”Anything for you Shawn?” Harry asked with a polite smile as he retrieved a water bottle from the mini fridge.

”Water’s fine.” Shawn responded. He was so calm about this whole thing meanwhile I was freaking out on the inside and outside.

”So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here-” Harry said as he walked back over to the couch, handing us a water bottle each.

”Yeah!” At this point, my voice was shaking too.

”Is this your first time at a concert?” Harry seemed to stray away from the subject at hand.

”No, I’ve been to all of your concerts in Toronto.” I realized I’d replied a little too quickly and a little too excitedly as the words spilled out of my mouth at an uncontrolled fast speed. ”I’m a huge fan!” I exclaimed excitedly like a teenage girl when in fact I was 24.

”Thank you!” Harry laughed softly. ”The reason I brought you back here was to have you sign this contract-” Harry paused as he put a piece of paper onto the table in front of the couch. ”We’re filming a concert movie for Netflix tonight and since you were on the big screen we just need to make sure we have your consent, should it be included in the movie.” Harry explained as he kneeled down on the opposite side of the table while explaining the contract. ”The contract basically covers all the legal grounds when it comes to any material portraying you that might be used in the movie. If you do not wish to participate it’s totally okay for you to not sign anything.” Harry added and I looked at Shawn with a shrug.

I mean 50000 people just saw us passionately kiss and now Harry wants the entire world potentially see the same footage, I’m not sure if I’m onboard with that but at the same time, who cares? How cool wouldn’t it be to be in a concert movie with Harry fucking Styles and the fact that he’s sitting right across from me right now looking beautiful as ever definitely made it hard to say no to him.

”Can we have a moment to think about this?” I asked, my voice still nervous and shaky as I tried to not be rude and break eye contact with the beautiful man across the table.

”Of course. Take your time.” Harry smiled. ”This is also just a formality but I’m gonna need both of you to sign an NDA to make sure everything said between the three of us is kept private.” Harry added as he slid another two pieces of paper across the table for me and Shawn to sign.

We signed the NDA’s promising to not disclose anything said between these four walls and I wasn’t how I was gonna do it but I would have to force myself to keep my mouth shut about meeting Harry Styles.

”So, are you guys from here?” Harry asked as me and Shawn contemplated what to do. It was mostly just me contemplating since Shawn didn’t really care about us smushing faces on the big screen.

”He is.” I replied with a soft smile.

”Where are you from Adeline?” The use of my name made everything feel so much more personal, like we’d known each other for a life time. It made me swoon and panic all at once.

”I’m from Vancouver but I came here for school.” I replied. Every time I said something out loud I felt embarrassed about myself, like I’d said something stupid or told him too much shit that he probably didn’t care about.

”Nice, nice, what are you studying?” Harry continued to carry the conversation as I tried to skim through the contract.

”Uhm psychology.” I replied as my eyes tried to focus on the document in front of me.

”Fun!” Harry chimed excitedly. ”I probably would’ve studied that too.” He was good at making conversation, even though we’d just met him and he’s literally my biggest celebrity crush and I was freaking out inside, he managed to make me feel at ease. He managed to make it feel like we were just three old friends catching up on each other’s business.

”I guess I’ll sign…” I said as I reached for the pen to get ready to sign the contract. ”Where do I sign?” I asked as I looked for an empty spot on the paper.

Harry released a soft chuckle as he turned the paper around to reveal the spot where I could write my signature.

”Great!” Harry cooed as he watched me scribble down my signature. I handed the pen over to Shawn so he could sign too before I reached over to take a sip of water. I needed to calm my nerves somehow otherwise I would probably start freaking out again and at this point I don’t know if I can stop myself from fainting.

”How’d the two of you meet?” Harry pretended to take interest in us as I put the water bottle back on the table. I’m sure he meets plenty of people every day and he probably doesn’t even listen to what they’re saying at this point but it was still nice of him to make conversation even if he only pretended to care out of politeness.

”We met in school.” I explained with a soft smile as I looked over at my boyfriend. He sat, leaned back on the leather couch looking relaxed as ever meanwhile I was nervously fiddling with my own hands and leaning over the table like I was getting ready to leave at any second.

”Right…” Harry chuckled. Like I said, he probably didn’t even care and probably wasn’t even listening to the answer.

”Can I use the restroom?” Shawn asked as he leaned forward on the couch.

”Of course, it’s right there to the left.” Harry pointed towards the door.

”Thanks.” Shawn said as he stood up, meanwhile I was silently and desperately begging for him to not leave me alone with Harry. I was too nervous to function at this point and I could feel myself getting ready to faint at any second. I tried my best to telepathically contact Shawn by silently repeating the words please, don’t leave over and over again in my head but it didn’t seem to work.

Once Shawn was gone, out of hearing and visual range I let out a loud sigh as I leaned back against the couch in an attempt to come off as more relaxed than I was. Harry smiled politely towards me as he looked across the room towards the locked bathroom door.

”Adeline!” Harry called my name out once again and it startled me just as much as it’d done the previous times he’d said my name.

”Yes.” I replied as I noticed Harry getting up from his squat and walking around the couch. My eyes followed his movements as he rounded the corner and placed himself behind the leather couch. He inched closer and closer to me and I could feel my heart beat louder and louder.

”You seem like a good girl…” Harry trailed off as he placed his hands on the back of the couch, right next to my shoulders. He once again kneeled down until his mouth was at my ear level. ”And honestly, I’m a little surprised, I don’t think anyone’s ever been brave enough to fuck at one of my concerts…” Harry whispered into my ears.

”Excuse me?!” I squealed in shock as I stared back at Harry in disbelief.

”Yeah, I saw what you two were doing.” Harry explained, his voice hoarse and his tone firm as if there was no reason for me to deny anything.

”I don’t- We didn’t-” I tried to deny the fact that I’d ever done such a thing when we both knew the truth at this point.

”Honestly, I’m impressed you managed to do something like that in a crowd full of people…” Harry began to trail off. ”Do you wanna know the real reason I brought you back here?” Harry spoke in a low, seductive voice. I could feel his hot heavy breath against the nape of my neck as he whispered lowly into my ear.

”Yes.” I whispered quietly. I was absolutely terrified at this point, not only was Harry Styles breathing down my neck but he was also confronting me about having sex in public, during his concert while my boyfriend was nowhere near me to defend me.

I’m a big girl, I can handle this. I tried to persuade myself that I could handle this but really I was desperately begging for Shawn to get back from the restroom so we could get the fuck out of here.

”I saw the way you looked at me throughout the night, even when your boyfriend was fucking you from behind and-” Harry begun to explain and I interrupted him with a loud audible gasp.

His sweet, polite tone was long gone and I couldn’t believe how comfortable he was saying such inappropriate things to me. I know he’s my celebrity crush and if I wasn’t already taken, I would totally be down to fuck him but right now I’m obviously taken and the fact that Harry’s bringing any of this up and speaking to me like this is absolutely appalling and inappropriate on so many levels but I’m also still freaking out and low-key turned on.

”And?” I asked as the bathroom lock made a noise, indicating that Shawn was on his way back. It wasn’t just Harry’s words that were inappropriate but also the fact that he decided to confront me about this while my boyfriend had left the room as if he was trying to make some kind of move, hoping that I would just toss Shawn out the window so the two of us could have a go at it.

”As much as I like a good view, I’m a little sad I wasn’t invited.” Harry spoke suggestively.

”Are you saying you want a threesome?” I asked for clarification as I stared at my celebrity crush in shock.

”I mean, if you two are up for it.” Harry shrugged.

”I don’t know, I’ve never had a threesome before, I don’t know if I can do it.” I shrugged insecurely. Right now would be a great fucking time for my boyfriend to exit the damn bathroom and save me from this whole situation.

”I mean you seem pretty into me-” Harry tried to argue.

”Yeah but-”

”And I’m pretty sure you’re into him.” Harry added as if I just needed to do the simple math and add the two of them into the equation. Shawn always jokingly said that Harry could be my free card as long as he got Selena Gomez which is fair but that was just a joke, I don’t know if there’s actually free cards being handed out here.

”Yeah, true.” I didn’t know what else to say at this point. Harry’s hot breath was tickling my neck as he squatted down behind me. My eyes kept shifting between the large TV in front of me and the bathroom door to the left where I was hoping Shawn would make an appearance at any time now.

”So…” Harry cooed.

”I mean- uhm.” I stuttered not knowing what else to say. ”I’ve been a fan since I was 17 and I love you but my boyfriend-” I tried to form some kind of response to Harry’s suggestion as I nervously shifted on the couch. “I can’t just-” I tried to figure out what to say as I continued to desperately look over at the bathroom door hoping that Shawn would reappear and save me from this crumbling anxity.

I know this is a once in a lifetime thing and I probably will hate myself for the rest of my life if I say no but at the same time I don’t wanna ruin anything that me and Shawn already have. Shawn’s not the jealous type and he’s been super supportive of my obsession with Harry but this is different, this is real. Harry’s actually here, asking me to sleep with him.

Right as Harry was about to make another convincing argument the door finally unlocked and Shawn appeared in the doorway. I released a loud sigh of relief as Harry swiftly got up on his feet.

”I’ll leave you two to discuss it.” Harry said as he swiftly exited the room. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at me as he spoke. ”I’ll be back in ten minutes and if you’re not here, I’ll know the answer.” He flashed me a soft smile and the polite, charming as ever version of Harry was back again. He shut the door behind himself and I sat back in the couch, confused by this entire thing as Shawn walked over to me.

”I think we need to go!” I exclaimed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to even tell Shawn what Harry had suggested because it was inappropriate and absurd even though a huge part of me wanted to go through with the offer.

”What, why?” Shawn asked as he looked at me confused.

”I don’t know, I think we just need to sign the papers and go.” I said as I looked at the copies of the contracts resting neatly on the coffee table in front of the couch.

”Baby, what’s wrong?” Shawn asked as he noticed the distraught look on my face.

”Nothing, I just- I don’t know.” I tried to shrug everything off in a careless manner but Shawn knew me too well.

”No, tell me before we go!” Shawn ordered as he sat down next to me.

”Okay, but it’s weird.” I warned Shawn.

”What is?” Shawn asked as he tried to search my face for a clue.

”He wants to have threesome with us.” I explained it as simple and plainly as I possibly could while silently begging that Shawn wouldn’t get mad at me. I know Shawn has quite the temper and he’s a large guy, he can get quite loud when he gets mad and I just don’t wanna cause a scene right now.

”What?” Shawn asked in shock. His reaction was about as close to mine as you could possibly get.

”Yeah, he saw everything.” I explained as Shawn stared at me in shock. I was just as shocked and confused as he was but I was also surprised that he wasn’t entirely against it. He seemed to be contemplating the idea as his eyes shifted around the room.

”Well, what do you wanna do?” Shawn asked me with the same soft, comforting voice he always uses when I’m in a desperate, panicking mode.

”What do YOU wanna do?” I returned the question as I stared at him cluelessly.

”Don’t ask me, he’s your celebrity crush, I’m not the one who wants to fuck him.” Shawn shrugged as he jokingly made fun of me.

”Are you sure?” I retorted with a giggle.

”I mean, he is good looking but I’m pretty sure.” Shawn chuckled. I could feel a wave of relief exit my body as I leaned back in the couch. Shawn always knew how to lighten the mood and right now I definitely needed this. ”If you want to, we might as well…” Shawn shrugged like it was no big deal to him.

”What if it ruins things between us?” I asked as I stared at Shawn a little bit worried that it would put a strain on our relationship.

”It won’t.” Shawn reassured me. ”There’s nothing he could possibly do to make me love you any less.” Shawn smiled reassuringly towards me and I could feel my heart fill with warmth and love. I stared back at Shawn still a little doubtful of this entire thing, the clock was ticking and Harry would be back in less than ten minutes so I needed to make up my mind, it was now or never.

”Are you sure? I don’t want you to get mad or jealous.” I added as I looked questioningly at Shawn. If the roles were reversed and Selena Gomez was trying to sleep with my boyfriend I’m pretty sure I would get at least a little bit jealous and possessive at that point.

”I mean I did give you a free card to fuck him so if that’s what you want-” Shawn chuckled, once again lightly joking about the situation.

”I kinda want to but-” I admitted as a soft blush creeped across my cheeks. ”I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it, I’ve never had a threesome before.”

”Neither have I but now’s as good of a time as any.” Shawn laughed softly.

”You swear you’re not gonna get jealous?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at Shawn.

”I swear.” Shawn reassured me. ”Honestly, I can’t even blame him for wanting to fuck you because you’re fucking gorgeous.” His compliment made me smile and blush all at once.

”So I guess we’re staying?” I whispered still a little unsure of everything.

”I guess we are.” Shawn grinned as he looked over at me.

He motioned for me to move closer to him and I quickly climbed onto his lap. The feeling of his large, warm body beneath me was comforting enough to my soul, it was like his mere presence took all the nervous, panicking feelings away and I could finally think clearly about everything. This situation was definitely something I never could’ve imagine getting myself into but now that I was finally here, thinking everything through, I realized that this was definitely a once in a life time opportunity and I was definitely into it.

Seventeen year old me would’ve killed to get the opportunity to fuck Harry Styles and being here, at twenty-four and finally having that chance is fucking insane, something my brain could barely phantom. Not only did he want to have sex with me but he wanted to have a threesome with me and my boyfriend and I honestly could’ve never in my wildest dream imagined this but alas, there’s a time and place for everything.

”If we do this-” I whispered as I inched closer to Shawn on his lap. ”I’ll owe you for a lifetime.” I released a soft giggle.

”Hmm, I can think of a few ways for you to make it up to me.” Shawn hummed softly as his eyes shifted towards my plump, wet lips.

”Nothing that’ll compare to this though.” I whispered as I inched my lips closer to his.

”Trust me baby, spending a lifetime with you will be enough to make it up to me.” Shawn promised as he playfully tugged my ponytail as he pushed it towards my back. My teeth gently sunk into my bottom lip as I tried to contain the bright smile on my face.

”I love you.” I whispered softly as I leaned in to kiss Shawn. His soft, tender lips rubbed gently against mine as I engulfed his lips with my own. Shawn let me dominate the kiss as I gently grinded my hips against his. His mouth was warm and his tongue wet as I brushed my tongue over it. His mouth was comforting to me and it was at moments like this, when I’m an actual nerve wreck that I’m once again reminded of how much I love him.

”I love you too.” Shawn reassured me as he conquered my lips and took over the kiss. I scoot closer to his lap, my hips swirling gently on top of his thick thighs as I leaned further into the kiss.

”Can’t believe we’re doing this.” I whispered to myself as Shawn slowly pulled away from my lips.

”To be fair, I’ve always low-key wanted to see you fuck another man. I bet you’d look hot.” Shawn admitted and his smug grin made me giggle and smack his shoulder at the same time.

”Shut up!” I squealed as Shawn admitted his secret fantasy to me. For some reason I couldn’t take him serious with that taunting grin on his lips.

”It’ll be like watching you fuck from a different point of view.” Shawn argued cheekily.

”It won’t, because I don’t wanna fuck anybody else but you.” I argued with a giggle as I tried to wipe that smug grin off his face by smacking his shoulder again.

”So you’re not fucking Harry Styles, THE Harry Styles from One Direction who you’ve wanted to fucked since you were seventeen?” Shawn taunted me as he embraced me on his lap. I covered my face in embarrassment, unable to contain myself as his words echoed through the room.

”No!” I squealed as I hid my face against his neck. ”There’ll be no fucking.” I tried to reassure both Shawn and myself.

”Why?” Shawn asked teasingly, it was almost like he was disappointed by the fact that I wasn’t gonna fuck Harry.

”Because, that’s-” I tried to say the words out loud but got too embarrassed to actually admit it.

”That’s what?” Shawn tried to teasingly force the words out of me as he tried to pry my face away from his shoulder. ”That’s what baby?” Shawn continued to interrogate me.

”That’s…” I paused as I tried to find the right words. ”For you.” I whispered as I tried to hide the burning red cheeks behind the palm of my hands.

”For me?” Shawn pretended to sound surprised as he teasingly squeezed me in his arms.

”Yeah.” I squealed quietly. ”It’s yours-” I tried to verbalize out loud but when I heard myself say it, it sounded awkward and weird.

”What is?” Shawn asked, taunting the words out of me.

”My pussy.” I admitted shyly as I refused to undercover my face with my hands, instead I peeked through my fingers to see Shawn’s reaction. The satisfied grin on his face said it all, he was definitely doing this on purpose to reassure me and himself that my pussy was exclusively his to fuck.

”What?” Shawn continued to taunt me. ”Are you saying that sweet little pussy of yours is mine and only mine?” Shawn grinned teasingly as he whispered the foul words into my ear.

”Mhmm.” I whispered still embarrassed by my own words.

”You’re so fucking cute.” Shawn chuckled as he forced my hands apart so that he could get a good look at my embarrassed face before he could reassuringly kiss me again. ”It’s whatever you want baby, okay.” Shawn whispered reassuringly as the door knob twisted and Harry slowly revealed himself in the door frame.

”I see you’re still here.” Harry exclaimed, his voice equally as charming and polite as before. The man who’d inappropriately whispered into my ear that he wanted to fuck me was long gone and the only hint of him still being somewhere inside was the little smirk covering Harry’s lips.

”We’ve talked about it and uhm-” I tried to explain as I nervously shifted on top of Shawn’s lap. ”We’re willing to give it a try. We just have a few rules.”

”Great.” Harry seemed excited about our decision to stay.

”Have you done this before?” I asked out of curiosity.

”A threesome, yeah but not like this.” Harry responded with honesty. ”Not with a couple.” He added to explain himself.

”Right… Well uhm we haven’t done this before so I don’t know if I want to you know-” I tried to form a coherent sentence but it just wasn’t working out, my brain wasn’t working at all. ”To uhm-” I struggled to get the words out there properly. I was trying to tell Harry that I didn’t want him to actually fuck my pussy but saying it like that sounded very vulgar and inappropriate for some reason. Me and Shawn dirty talk on a regular basis but Harry made me feel way too modest about myself. I just feel like you don’t talk to a celebrity like that but then again I’ve never talked to a celebrity before so who knows.

”Uhm I think what Adeline is trying to say is that she doesn’t feel comfortable with having actual sex with you.” Shawn tried to explain in his soft, calm voice.

”No offense!” I added sounding like a complete moron. Why the fuck would Harry be offended by that?

”That’s totally fine, I respect that.” Harry smiled reassuringly towards me.

”And uhm, no kissing.” I added as I nervously bit the corner of my lip. Shawn flashed me a soft reassuring smile as I stated my demands out loud. ”If that’s okay?” I added as I looked over at Harry.

”Yeah, no I totally understand.” Harry smiled, his smile equally as reassuring as Shawn’s. It made me feel comfortable and safe knowing that he was willing to respect my boundaries rather than to exploit me as some kind of rockstar groupie.

”So like, what now?” I asked confused as my gaze shifted between the two of them.

”If you guys just wanna start, I’m totally fine with that.” Harry suggested with a shrug as he sat down next to us on the couch. I nervously shifted my gaze back towards Shawn, I wasn’t sure if I could concentrate knowing that someone was just watching us get down with it.

”Okay.” I shrugged, it was now or never. There’ll never be a time like this again.

I leaned in to kiss Shawn again. His lips had a comforting effect on me and I could feel my entire body relax as I leaned into the kiss. His tongue brushed against mine as I grabbed a hold of his face, pulling him closer to me as his mouth continued to wash all my anxiety and troubles away.

I let out a soft moan as my hips gently grinded on top of Shawn. I could feel his thick thighs rub against mine bare thighs and I closed my eyes as I thought about how good his cock had felt inside me before. The memories washed over me as I thought about the way his body had felt pushed up against mine in the middle of the hot, sweaty crowd.

I could feel Shawn’s cock once again harden beneath the thin fabric of his shorts and I let out another moan as I felt him brush against my inner thigh. Shawn playfully sucked on my tongue before sliding his lips over to the corner of my mouth and all the way over my jawline and down my neck.

My hands gently roamed through Shawn’s soft, curly hair as my eyes shifted their gaze to the gorgeous boy sitting next to me. I couldn’t help but to notice the fact that Harry was slowly getting hard too, his hand resting on top of his black high waisted pants as he watched me grind up on my boyfriend.

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing, I almost had to pinch myself as I watched Harry, THE Harry Styles rub himself through his slacks as he watched my boyfriend continue to caress me with both his hands and lips. My eyes widened as I watched Harry palm himself through his pants, I’d seen so many different pictures of him from every angle that I just knew he had a big cock and seeing him get a full on hard-on in real life I was definitely convinced that it was bigger than I thought.

Shawn pulled the fabric of my dress down, his hands forcing the halter neck fabric to the side, causing my breasts to spill out in the middle. Shawn grouped my bare breasts with his hands before he could lean down to continue his trail of kisses all over my chest.

I bit the corner of my lip as I shyly reached over to where Harry’s hand was. A little hesitant about everything I carefully placed my hand on top of his. He swiftly removed his hand, urging me to feel his hard-on through his pants and he leaned back on the couch.

Both Shawn’s and Harry’s eyes were focused on me as I released a series of soft, gentle moans. I pressed my hand against Harry’s cock, examining it carefully with the palm of my hand as I continuously caressed him. The three of us all stayed silent except for my occasional moans of pleasure. I didn’t know what to say or do at this point to be honest.

Shawn reached for my neck, his fingertips tugging gently at the little knot as he untied my dress. The top of the dress fell onto my lap and I let out another soft moans as my breasts were finally completely exposed to the cold air. Shawn leaned his head down to wrap his mouth around my nipple, his tongue swirled in circles around my hard nipple as he used his hand to squeeze my other breast.

”Yes!” I gasped softly as Shawn sucked on my nipple while I continued to press my hand over Harry’s hard cock.

Harry slowly reached his hand over to touch my exposed skin, his eyes looked at me questioningly as he slid his hand over my shoulder, down my collarbone towards my breast. His eyes silently asked for my permission as Shawn removed his hand so Harry could grab a hold of my breast and flashed Harry a gentle smile, granting him permission to touch me.

Harry’s touch was different. It was the only way I could describe it. Shawn’s warm mouth was like a comforting, snug hug while Harry’s touch felt foreign at best. It wasn’t like a turn off or anything, it just reminded me of how different sex can be when you don’t know a person as well as I know Shawn.

”Fuck baby.” I whispered as I continued to grind my hips hard against Shawn, my hips desperately swirling over the swollen bulge in his pants as I grew more and more needy for him.

Shawn flashed me a cheeky grin as he playfully nibbled on my nipple. He continued to caress my breast with the tip of his tongue, making me go crazy on his lap as the butterflies inside my stomach consumed me.

”Spread your legs-” Shawn ordered with a deep, seductive whisper. ”Let me see your pretty little pussy.” His dirty words consumed me, making me feel at home even with the foreign man sitting next to me.

Harry was as familiar as you could get, I’d seen his face on every fucking poster, from every possible angle and in every type of video quality but his touch was still foreign to me and even though I knew everything about him, we were still strangers.

”Good girl.” Shawn hummed as I spread my legs for him, revealing the thin dark blue panties I was wearing beneath the short sundress. Shawn pushed my panties to the side revealing my soft, smooth skin to his touch as he gently slid his fingers over my hidden clit. I let out a soft gasp as I shifted my eyes from Harry’s bulging cock to my boyfriend’s beautiful brown eyes.

”Are you wet for me baby?” Shawn whispered loud enough for the three of us to hear.

”Mhm.” I nodded my head obediently as I looked back at him, refusing to break away from his comforting brown eyes.

”Let’s see just how wet you are.” Shawn whispered as he buried his hand between my legs. The thin fabric stayed to the side as Shawn explored my wet folds with the touch of his hand. I let out a soft gasp as I felt his two fingers slide through my wet folds and poke against my entrance.

Consumed by Shawn’s touch, I leaned over slightly to unzip Harry’s pants. My hands were curiously making their way down his pants as I tried to get a feel for his cock. Harry released a soft groan as he lifted his hips up, scooting slowly out of both his pants and boxers to give me easier access to his cock.

I let out a soft gasp as I felt Shawn’s fingers slide slowly into my wet hole. His familiar touch made me feel safe as I explored Harry’s foreign body. My hand slowly caressed the soft skin covering Harry’s cock. His cock was just as big as I thought. Even though Harry wasn’t Shawn and we would never have what Shawn and I have, I still felt a deep desire to please him within it. I wasn’t sure if it was the submissive side of me aching to please Harry or if it was my teenage self living finally living out her fantasies that made me desire Harry. It was a different kind of desire than what I had for Shawn, this was purely sexual, I wanted to do a good job and make sure Harry had a good time.

I gently explored Harry’s cock with the palm of my hand as Shawn continued to push his fingers inside me. His touch made me swoon on top of his lap and I tried my best to keep grinding onto him while simultaneously stroking Harry’s cock. It was hard to keep my eyes focused on one hand I felt safe and comfortable while looking into Shawn’s eyes while on the other hand I couldn’t help but to look down at Harry’s big cock.

”Baby, please.” I whimpered softly as I felt Shawn curve his fingers inside me.

”What?” Shawn cooed teasingly as I swirled my hips against his fingers, needy as ever for a release.

”You’re being a tease.” I moaned in objection.

”No, I’m giving you exactly what you want.” Shawn argued back with his soft yet dominant voice.

”Noooo.” I whined in objection. ”You’re not.” I whimpered as I felt his wet fingers slide over my hardened clit.

”Okay then, what do you want?” Shawn asked teasingly.

”I want your cock.” I admitted with a soft pout. ”Now.” I mewled like an impatient kid.

”Baby we’re just getting started.” Shawn cooed reassuringly.

”I know.” I argued with a soft, pleading whine. ”But I want it.”

”You’re gonna have to be a good girl first!” Shawn ordered. ”Think you can be a good girl for us baby?” Shawn asked as he continued to rub his fingers over my clit while stroked Harry’s cock with the palm of my hand.

”Yes!” I gasped as I felt Shawn flicker his fingers roughly over my clit.

”Good.” Shawn responded firmly. ”You gonna do as I say?” Shawn asked, his voice soft and tender while his tone was firm and dominant.

”Mhmmm.” I promised with a soft moan as my eyes drifted across the room.

”Look at me baby.” Shawn ordered and I instantly shifted my gaze towards his face. ”Show me your pretty mouth.” Shawn whispered as he used his free hand to caress my face, his thumb pressing gently against my lower lip as he ordered me to show off my oral skills.

I slowly parted my lips allowing him to slide his thumb into my mouth. I playfully caressed his thumb with my wet tongue as I looked at him with my soft, doe eyes, my mouth forming an innocent pout as Shawn pulled his finger back and pushed it back in. My mouth treated his thumb the same way it would treat his cock and this definitely sparked a memory inside Shawn as I felt his cock twitch in his pants.

”Fuck!” Shawn huffed as he watched my mouth devour his thumb. ”You know what that pretty little mouth of yours is missing?” Shawn hummed as he watched me put on a show for him with my tongue swirling all over the base of his thumb.

”No?” I whispered softly as I flashed him a cheek innocent grin.

”A big cock.” Shawn hummed as he watched my eyes widen at his dirty words.

”Mmm is that so?” I purred softly as I squeezed my hand around the base of Harry’s cock, my mouth watering at the thought of him pushing it inside my mouth.

”Yeah, you’re such a good cocksucker baby, might as well show him what you’ve got.” Shawn continued to whisper his dirty words loud enough for all three of us to hear.

”You want me to suck his dick?” I asked for clarification just to make sure that he was good with me doing that.

”Mhmm, show him what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.” Shawn encouraged me with his soft gentle voice as his thumb once again caressed my bottom lip, coating it with my own saliva before he withdrew it.

”Okay.” I obeyed as I shifted on top of the couch. Shawn scoot over to the side to make room for me to kneel in between him and Harry. I leaned over towards Harry as I placed my feet on top of Shawn’s thighs.

Shawn continued to touch me with his fingers as I kneeled beside him. His large palm grabbed a hold of my butt and squeezed me hard as I leaned down to wrap my lips around Harry’s cock. His head was dripping wet from the precise forming on his tip and he tasted salty like the ocean water.

Harry let out a soft groan as he felt my wet tongue lick a stripe down his cock. His skin was soft and sensitive to my touch as I continued to lick my way all the way down to his base. His cock was big and thick and he had a prominent vein on the bottom side of it which my tongue managed to find quite easily.

”Good girl.” Shawn continued to praise me as I continued to explore Harry’s cock with my mouth.

After licking every inch of Harry’s cock and teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue, I finally began to take him into my mouth inch by inch. Shawn adjusted himself on the couch and before I could look over to see what was going on, I felt his tongue gently lick at my entrance.

”Mmmmm.” I moaned loudly, my voice sending vibrations around Harry’s sensitive skin as I took him further into my mouth. It was hard to moan and suck at the same time but I tried my best to do it.

”Keep going baby.” Shawn ordered me and I hadn’t even noticed that I’d stopped in my tracks with Harry’s cock halfway down my throat.

I began to slowly bob my head back and forth, working my mouth all the way around Harry’s cock while Shawn continued to devour me with his mouth. There was something about the way his tongue swirled over my soft sensitive skin that made me go absolutely insane.

”Fuck!” Harry groaned as he ran his fingers through the messy curls on top of his head. His eyes watched me with an intense gaze as I continued to bob my head up and down his thick length.

”You’re doing so good Princess.” Shawn continued to encourage me, making me feel comfortable and confident about my own actions.

I tried to focus on the cock inside my mouth but Shawn’s lips were roaming all over me. His mouth was dribbling all over my already soaking wet pussy and I couldn’t even think straight at this point.

”Fuck, it feels so good.” I moaned as Shawn’s tongue dipped inside me, swirling over my entrance a few times to lap up my juices.

”Keep sucking like a good girl.” Shawn reminded me and I swiftly shifted my focus back to Harry’s cock that was still resting halfway down my throat.

My eyes shifted towards Harry’s green eyes as I continued to slide my mouth up and down his cock. I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock in a teasing manner as I tried to catch my breath while Shawn continued to lap against my entrance.

”You really do know what to do with that mouth.” Harry groaned as I kept lapping my tongue over his wet, swollen tip. My eyes refusing to break away from his as he watched me devour his cock with my mouth. I was really warming up to everything and feeling both brave and confident about my choices, I was finally able to verbally respond to both of them.

”Yeah? Do you like having my mouth wrapped around your cock?” I moaned softly as I looked straight into Harry’s green eyes, feeling like a real dare devil.

”Fuck yes!” Harry cooed in excitement.

”Mmm.” I moaned as I dipped Harry’s cock back into my mouth, my lips staying wide open allowing the tip of his cock to hit the back of my throat for one brief moment before I pulled back. The inner slut was starting to awaken inside me as I felt confident enough to pull off my best moves, this was one of many. ”Your cock tastes so good.” I moaned as I covered Harry’s sensitive skin with my saliva.

Harry released a soft growl as he watched me dribble all over his cock with my lips rubbing over his sensitive tip. I took him back into my mouth inch by inch sucking him off and cleaning him ups from my messy saliva as I went lower and lower towards the base of his cock.

”Fuck, just like that Adeline.” Harry moaned my name as he gently tugged on my ponytail. I was doing wonders with my mouth at this point, my tongue was caressing the bottom of his cock while I continuously bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

I moaned with Harry’s cock halfway down my throat as Shawn continued to sloppily eat me out from behind. I could feel my toes curl on top of Shawn’s lap as he reached between my legs to rub my clit while he was simultaneously dipping his tongue into my wet entrance.

”Are you having a good time baby?” Shawn asked as he caressed my butt with the palm of his hand.

”Mmmm yes.” I moaned loudly around Harry’s cock.

”You like sucking his cock don’t you?” Shawn continued his dirty talk which was like music to my ears.

”Mhmmm.” I moaned still filled with pure bliss.

”Makes your pussy dripping wet huh?” Shawn continued to force me to be vocal about my own pleasure which was a great way to distract me from my nervous, anxious self.

”Yes.” I purred like a sweet kitten with Harry’s cock still halfway down my throat.

”Such a naughty girl.” Shawn tsked at me teasingly as he smacked my ass.

”I am.” I moaned in agreement. I let out a soft whimper as I felt Shawn press two fingers inside me, my walls instinctively wrapped themselves around his long digits as he penetrated me with his hand.

I pushed my butt back against the palm of his hand as I arched my back and leaned further down onto Harry’s cock. I felt naughty, like a real pornstar or something as I kneeled on the leather couch in the foreign environment that was Harry’s dressing room.

”Fuck babyyy.” I whined out loud in sexual frustration as Shawn’s fingers thrusted into me. I tried my best to keep my composure as I continued to suck on Harry’s cock, my eyes shifting between Harry’s green eyes and the thick cock beneath me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of Harry’s cock while Shawn continuously slid his fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening, this was a once in a life time exception and it was all I could ever dream of. I better savor this moment right now or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

The short moment with my own thoughts made me realize that there was no time for nervousness or anxiety. I should just go all out at this point. At best, I’ll have a great story to tell when I’m old and grey and at worst I’ll completely embarrass myself and we’ll never speak of this threesome ever again.

I straightened my head up from Harry’s crotch and looked him dead in the eyes as Shawn continued to pump his fingers inside me, making me whimper in delight as I tried to form a coherent sentence in my head.

”I want you to fuck my mouth.” I stated my demand out loud as I looked up at Harry. He was being gentle and I could tell he was holding back to respect my limits but at this point I didn’t have any more limits. I already felt like a naughty slut so I might as well act like one.

”What?” Harry sounded like he was a little caught off guard.

”I want you to fuck my mouth as hard as you want with your cock.” I ordered. Shawn’s encouraging words made me realize that I was in control of this entire encounter and that either one of them would do whatever I wanted or needed them to do. This was such a liberating feeling and definitely a huge turn on. Just like that, I had both of them wrapped around my fingers.

”Are you sure?” Harry asked as he skeptically raised his eyebrows at me.

”Do I look like I’m not sure?” I retorted back with a cheeky grin.

”Alright, as you wish Adeline.” Harry sing-sang as if he was going to make me regret what I’d wished for.

”Baby-” I moaned as I turned my head to face Shawn, his mouth was still working hard around my clit as his fingers continued to bury themselves deep inside me.

”Mhm…” Shawn hummed as he looked back at me with my wet juices dribbling down his chin.

”I want you inside me.” I mewled softly like the needy bitch I am.

”Now?” Shawn asked as if he was a little disappointed that I was interrupting his sweet feast between my legs.

”Mmhmm.” I confirmed as I looked at him with soft, pleading, innocent eyes. ”I want you to fuck me good baby, just like you always do.” I moaned as I jumped off the couch and kneeled down in front of Shawn. My hand slowly caressed the hard cock beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. He was already worked up and I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to give into my demands. ”Mmm-” I hummed as I pushed his shorts down over his crotch. Shawn willingly lifted his hips up allowing me to slide his boxers down as well, finally freeing his cock from the restraint of the cotton fabric. ”Remember, how you promised me earlier today that you’d fuck me senseless on all fours?” I whispered as I ran my hand over his hard cock. My mouth was already filled with saliva and I was basically drooling for him at this point. ”I want that baby and I want it now.” I moaned as a sultry pout formed on my lips while I gently brushed them against Shawn’s sensitive skin.

”Fuck, you’re driving me insane.” Shawn groaned as he watched me dribble some of the saliva inside my mouth over the length of his cock.

”Yeah?” I moaned cheekily as I continued to run my mouth all over his sensitive skin. ”I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?” I continued to dirtily talk just like we do at home. ”I deserve a good fuck, don’t I?” I refused to break away from Shawn’s brown eyes as he looked down at me. His cock twitched against my grip as I ran my wet lips up and down Shawn’s cock, treating him with soft, wet kisses and marking him as mine.

”Okay, get up.” Shawn stated firmly as he reached for my upper body pulling me back up to my feet. ”On your knees.” Shawn ordered as he pointed towards the couch, he pressed his hand against my back, directing me to kneel against the cushion as I leaned over the back of the couch. I gripped onto the edge of the couch as I waited for Shawn to stand up.

He brushed the tip of his cock over my wet slit and I could feel my lips form a soft grin as I finally got what I wanted, just like I always do. ”Don’t hold back baby.” I moaned as I titled my head to look back at Shawn with a devious grin on my lips.

”I won’t.” Shawn stated firmly.

”Good, you know just how I like it.” I moaned as he continued to tease me with the tip of his cock.

”God, you’re incredible.” Shawn groaned as he realized just how confident I was getting with this whole situation.

”So, do you want me to just watch or?” Harry asked confused as he looked at me.

”I already told you what I want didn’t I?” I asked Harry, my devious grin still coating my otherwise innocent face. Harry seemed a little confused. ”I want you to fuck my face.” I clarified once again. ”I want both of you to fuck my holes any way you want.” I instructed the boys with confidence in my voice hoping that they were willing to fulfill all my wants and needs as soon as possible. ”Any questions?” I asked as I shifted my gaze between the two boys. ”No? Great. Let’s go.”

”Is she always this demanding?” Harry asked as he stood up from the couch to do as he was told.

”Always.” Shawn released a chuckle and I swiftly turned around to frown at him.

”Liar!” I moaned in defense.

”I mean, it’s hot!” Shawn shrugged in his defense.

”Still a liar!” I argued as I waited for Harry to take his position in front of me.

”So feisty.” Shawn rolled his eyes at me. ”We’re gonna have to do something about that feisty mouth, don’t you agree Harry?” Shawn grinned as he looked over at Harry who was now standing in front of me with his bare cock right at my eye level.

”Definitely.” Harry agreed as he grabbed a hold of his cock and pressed the tip of it against my mouth. I parted my lips willingly and stuck my tongue out just to lick gently at his tip.

”Do something, I dare you.” I moaned as I turned my head to give Shawn another challenging gaze.

Shawn grabbed a hold of my hips and squeezed me tightly in his hands as he adjusted his body behind me. I could feel my pussy drip down the inside of my thighs as the idea of these two gorgeous men fucking me consumed me. I couldn’t even properly imagine it inside my head because my brain still had a hard time processing the reality of things.

”Careful what you wish for baby.” Shawn threatened as he lined himself up with my entrance.

”Mmm kay.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully before turning my attention back to Harry. His hard cock was already twitching as I grabbed a hold of him with my hand. His cock was already wet from my dribbling cold saliva and it slid perfectly in my palm as I continued to jerk him off. ”Just put it in already.” I whined as Shawn kept pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance in a teasing manner.

”Always so fucking needy.” Shawn groaned as I impatiently wiggled my butt against him in a playful manner.

”Always needy for a good cock.” I retorted.

”Mhmm, that’s why you’re my favorite girl.” Shawn reassured me.

”And your favorite slut.” I grinned as I looked back at Shawn one more time just to see his reaction.

”Always.” Shawn replied reassuringly as he grinned at me.

”Can’t believe I finally get to enjoy two cocks at once.” I moaned as I shifted my attention back to Harry’s hard cock, my hand wasn’t enough anymore, I needed to taste him again. ”I used to fantasize about this when I was younger.” I admitted as I looked up into Harry’s green orbs.

”Bet you used to fantasize about a lot of things baby.” Shawn added cheekily as he smacked my ass for being a naughty girl.

”Mhmm.” I moaned as I licked the tip of Harry’s cock while pumping the rest of him with my hand.

”Did you use to fantasize about me too Adeline?” Harry asked and I nodded shyly as I looked up to examine the reaction on his face.

”Sometimes.” I admitted.

”Oh really?” Harry cooed teasingly. ”I sure hope I’ll live up to your expectations.”

”You already have.” I moaned as I licked my tongue down his shaft, once again tracing it over the vein at the bottom of his cock.

Shawn finally grabbed my hips and pushed himself inside me. His thick cock made me whimper out loud as he slid his entire length deep inside me from behind. This was my favorite sex position because of how deep he could get inside me.

”Fuck that feels good!” I moaned as Shawn filled me up properly. My eyes shifted from Harry’s face as I tilted my head to look back at Shawn. ”Fuck me hard baby.” I groaned as I looked back at Shawn’s pretty face. I could see the desire inside his chocolate brown eyes and he was more than ready to fulfill my request.

Once Shawn had reassured me with his eyes that he was willing to fulfill his promise I turned my attention back to Harry. His large cock was aching for my full attention and I wasn’t going to let him down.

”God, your cock is bigger than I thought.” I moaned as I wrapped my lips around the tip of Harry’s cock. I let him slowly slide into my mouth as I looked up at him with batting eyelashes. ”And you taste so good.” I moaned as I allowed him to fill my entire mouth.

Harry’s cock drowned out the sound of my moans as Shawn gripped onto my hips. He wasted no time as he began to thrust into me from behind, my skirt still hanging loosely around my thighs as the upper half of the halter neck dress draped down my stomach. My panties were pulled to the side with such a strain that it felt like they would rip at any second and I honestly didn’t mind, Shawn was fucking me too good, I could waste a pair of panties or two.

”Fuck, you really know how to work that mouth.” Harry groaned as I continued to slide my lips up and down his shaft. His soft skin tickled the tastebuds on my tongue as it kept sliding up against the vein of his cock. I could feel him twitch inside my mouth as Harry already struggled to hold back his orgasm.

”I’ve had plenty of practice.” I chimed proudly as I broke away from his cock only to replace my mouth with my hands, using both of them to pump him hard.

”Yeah, you like sucking cock don’t you?” Harry asked teasingly as he noticed the cheeky smile on my lips. His hand gently caressed my cheek as he mimicked Shawn’s previous move by putting his thumb inside my mouth.

I treated it with the same treatment as I’d treated his cock and Harry watched me with intense eyes as I sucked on his thumb.

”Fuck!” I cussed out loud as Shawn thrusted his cock roughly into me, the sound of our hips colliding echoing through the dressing room as my knees rubbed against the black leather of the couch. ”You fuck me so good baby.” I moaned as I directed my attention back to Shawn for a minute. ”I love it when you fuck me roughly like a slut.” I moaned out loud as I pushed my hips back to meet Shawn’s thrusts. His thick swollen cock forced my tight walls apart with every stroke and I could barely contain myself while kneeling on the soft cushion. I could feel my stomach clench as I curled my toes against the bottom of my feet in anticipation.

I turned my head back to give Harry’s cock the attention it needed. My mouth sucked roughly around the tip of his cock as I continued to push back onto Shawn’s cock.

”Fuck, just like that Shawn.” I moaned as Shawn buried himself deeply inside me, hitting the perfect spot. ”Take it baby, it’s all yours, just take it.” I whimpered as I encouraged Shawn to keep pounding into me. ”My pussy’s all yours baby.” My moan was stifled as I took Harry’s cock back into my mouth.

I let Harry completely fill me up with his cock before I pulled back again. I felt rebellious, naughty and completely ruthless as the two men filled up both my holes. I could’ve never imagined anything like this happening in my entire life yet here I was, slutting myself out on a leather couch in the middle of Harry Styles’ dressing room.

Harry kept one of his hands at the back of my head and I let out a moan as he grabbed a hold of my ponytail.

”Yes, pull my hair!” I ordered as I stared up at him with doe eyes. Not only could I not believe that two men were pounding into me from both directions but I also couldn’t believe that one of them was Harry fucking Styles, a man I’d loved and admired ever since I was seventeen. This was insane and I was loving every minute of it. ”Fuck yes!” I moaned as Harry wrapped my long ponytail around his wrist and forced me down the shaft of his cock. ”Fuck my mouth Harry!” A strained moaned escaped my lips as Harry’s cock filled me up all the way down my throat.

I could feel his soft, wet tip press against the roof in the back of my throat triggering my gag-reflex and causing my eyes to tear up slightly as he held me in place. They both held me in place. I loved being manhandled like this, it was such a huge turn on, I’m pretty sure I was soaking wet and dripping all the way down my legs at this point.

Everything felt so fucking good and if I hadn’t fainted before, I sure wasn’t about to faint now while having the time of my life.

Harry fulfilled my request. He kept his hand wrapped roughly around my ponytail while forcing his cock down my throat. I knew I wouldn’t actually gag but so I allowed him to keep going even if it triggered my reflex.

The way he had me wrapped around his fingers, literally, was such a turn on to me. My head was tilted to a 45 degree angle as he pulled on my hair, forcing me to look up at him through my teary eyes as he fucked my mouth with his cock. My loud moans and whimpers were stifled by his cock but I knew both of them could tell that I was really enjoying myself.

Shawn thrusted his cock into me with full force, he slid perfectly at ease between my slick, wet folds and it felt amazing as always. My body had gotten so used to him that whenever he was inside me, my walls just instinctively held on to me and my pussy just instantly ached for him in all the right ways.

”Such a good girl taking both of us in your pretty little holes.” Shawn praised me as he squeezed his hands around my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. ”You look so pretty like this baby, all filled up while on your knees.” Shawn continued to speak, making my pussy clench even harder around his cock. ”Are you having fun?” Shawn asked me as he smacked my ass one more time.

”Mhmmm.” I moaned, my mouth still filled with Harry’s cock as he continued to roughly fuck my throat.

”Do you like taking two cocks at once Adeline?” Harry asked as he looked down at me and I nodded in response to his question.

”I do.” I moaned as he pulled his cock back, allowing me to give them a proper answer. ”I like it a lot.” I moaned before Harry could push his cock back into my mouth.

He continued to thrust into me just as roughly as Shawn was thrusting into me from behind and I was honestly so surprised and proud of myself that I could handle both of them. It was a little bit of work and quite exhausting but it felt oh so fucking good.

”Fuck, I’m so close baby.” I whined as Shawn reached over to rub my swollen clit.

”Me too.” Shawn hummed in agreement.

”I want you to fill me up with your hot come baby.” I moaned as I looked back at Shawn, needing to feel both physically and emotionally connected to him. ”Damn, I want both of you to fill me up with your come.” I corrected myself as I looked back at Harry.

”You sure?” Harry asked as he looked down at me.

”Mhmm. By the time we’re done, I wanna be covered in come like a real slut.” I bravely exclaimed as I looked up into Harry’s eyes with mercy.

”Well you heard the lady.” Harry shrugged as he looked over at Shawn who seemed to be equally as cool with this as I was. ”Time for us to make her dreams come true.” Harry grinned cheekily as he once again pulled me down onto his cock.

The two of them managed to sync their movements as they both thrusted into me. They moved in sync causing my body to rock back and forth in response to their rough thrusts. My pussy was soaked at the idea of being manhandled like this and I wasn’t even sure if I was coming or not at this point.

Shawn pressed two of his fingers harshly against my clit. He rubbed it in circles at a ruthless speed and I could barely keep my knees from wobbling against the cushion at this point. My stomach was twisting, my muscles were clenching and my mouth was soar from being fucked by Harry’s hard cock. It was painful but oh so fucking good.

”Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Harry groaned as he thrusted into my hard, his wrist pulling at the hair wrapped around his fingers as he forced me to stay all the way down around his cock. I could feel myself struggle around him as my tongue involuntarily wiggled against his soft skin. My mouth involuntarily filled up with saliva as Harry continued to force his shaft down my throat. Just as it felt like I was about to choke to death he finally released his load inside my mouth. His hot come tasted just as salty as his precome.

Harry pulled back as he realized that I was about to involuntarily choke around him, finishing the last of his load on my face as I tried to catch my breath. Normally, I’m not much for facials but this was probably the hottest thing ever and it definitely made my pussy clench ever tighter around Shawn.

”Harder baby!” I begged as Shawn rammed into me at full speed, his large hands squeezing me tightly as he rocked my body back and forth to fulfill both our needs. ”I’m so fucking close, please baby, please.” I moaned as I felt him hit all the right spots inside me.

”Fuck I can’t get enough of your tight little pussy.” Shawn moaned out loud as he felt me clench even harder around his soft skin.

”I’m coming.” I whimpered as I reached down to clench my hands around the edge of the couch. ”Fuck baby, fuck!” I cried out loud as I felt the waves of pleasure course through every inch of my body. It was like a tsunami ripping through me as Shawn continued to fuck into me. ”Don’t stop.” I whimpered, choking on my own breath as the waves continued to pierce through me. Shawn spanked me with his palm as I instinctively pushed my ass back onto his cock.

”I need to feel your hot come inside me baby, please.” I whined as I looked back at Shawn. His eyebrows furrowed in anticipation and I could tell that he was right on the edge by the way his eyes were squinting at me and the way his abdominal muscles were flexing at me.

”Oh fuck!” Shawn moaned as he buried himself deep inside me, his hips slamming hard against me as he grabbed a hold of my back, pulling me up close to his body as he emptied himself inside me.

I let out a loud moan as I felt his hot come slide into my already soaked pussy. I purred like a kitten as Shawn kept squeezing me tightly against his body, his hips grinding desperately into mine as my walls milked him of every last drip of his come.

”Fuck me.” Shawn growled in defeat as he pulled out and watched his come dribble down the insides of my thigh.

”That was fucking amazing.” I moaned as I fell back onto the couch, defeated by my own tiredness. This entire day had been exhausting and these two really knew how to wear a girl out.

A smug grin covered Shawn’s lips as he looked at me on the couch, his head swiftly leaned over mine and I was too tired to even kiss him back at this point so instead I just let him press his lips gently on top of mine.

”If you guys wanna stay and wash up that’s fine.” Harry noted as he looked down at me stained face. ”I’m gonna head back to my hotel, but feel free to stay as long as you’d like, I’ll have someone wait for you to show you the way out.”

”Thanks.” I let out a soft giggle as I stared up at the ceiling above me. Holy fuck, I can’t believe that just happened.

”Also, don’t forget to sign the copies.” Harry added as he was already getting his pants back on. I let out another giggle as I looked over at the white papers on the coffee table. ”Oh and if you’re up for a rendez vous the next time I’m in town-” Harry paused as he stood by the dressing room door. ”Feel free to leave your number.”

”Right…” I laughed, still unable to phaeton what had just happened.

”Anyway, it was so nice to meet you and I hope you had a great time.” Harry was back to his polite, charming old self and I wasn’t sure whether he was saying another one of his rehearsed lines or if he actually meant what he was saying. Either way, I had a feeling we would definitely end up leaving our number.

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Snuggle Bug

Shawn Mendes x Reader. Established relationship.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first sick fic...!! 🤒 Soft and fluffy, as per the request. I hope I did it justice and that y’all like it. ☺️

~*❤️*~

You threw yourself into your fiancé’s arms the moment you saw him step through the arrivals gate early Friday evening at Toronto’s Pearson airport. Shawn had been commuting between Los Angeles and New York for the past month and you had missed him something fierce.

He caught you like he usually did, but he almost lost his balance and, laughing softly, he set you back on your feet.

“Hi baby,” he sighed, enveloping you in his arms and burying his lips in the crook of your neck. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” you hummed back, breathing in the scent of him. It was off in the slightest of ways, but you pushed your concern aside. It was probably just the smell of the flight still clinging to him.

You hadn’t ever been one of those couples who sucked face in public, so it didn’t wholly surprise you that he didn’t add a kiss to your greeting. There’d be plenty of time for that once you were, at the very least, behind the tinted windows of your vehicle.

He transferred his guitar case to the same side where he had his carry-on hooked over his shoulder so that he could have a hand free to link with yours. He leaned into you slightly.

“Tired, my love?” you murmured.

“A little,” he exhaled, unconvincingly.

You knew him well enough to tell when he wasn’t being entirely truthful with you. He had been working himself to exhaustion in meetings with his team, writing and producing with musician friends, recording new music of his own, doing press for his movie, and house hunting. You could see it in his eyes with every FaceTime call.

He needed at least two full days’ rest wrapped in your arms, and that’s exactly what you were going to give him.

///

Shawn was dragging his feet as you made your way to where his Tesla was parked. He was definitely more tired than he let on. He never wanted you to worry about him, but of course, you did anyway, even when, - especially when, - he tried to assure you that he was fine.

You popped the trunk and reached for his guitar case and carry-on. “Get in the car, baby,” you smiled softly, touching his cheek. “I’ll take care of this.” He usually fought you on things like that, but this time he didn’t. He nodded thankfully and entered on the passenger side.

The moment you slid behind the wheel and closed the door after you, Shawn reached for your hand. “I’m so happy to be home,” he breathed, leaning over the console of the car and dropping small kisses along your jawline from your temple to your chin.

You knew when he said ‘home’ he didn’t necessarily mean Toronto. You were, after all, in the midst of relocating to LA. When he said ‘home’, he meant you. You were his home. You traveled with him as often as you could, - most of your work could be done remotely, - but the past month had been especially busy and you’d needed to be on site.

You were essentially doing the work of two as management strived to fill a couple of positions before your transition to full remote. Things had finally settled enough for you to take a few days off into the next week and you were going to spend every minute with Shawn, reconnecting and loving all over each other.

You tipped your head and his lips descended to your neck and you giggled. You took his face in your hands and finally claimed the kiss you’d been aching for for weeks.

He hummed contentedly as he eased away. “Missed your kisses, too.” He then brought your hand to his lips.

You tried to withdraw it but he tightened his grip as his head fell against the seat and his loving gaze met yours. He was so soft and clingy, which made sense as you hadn’t had any physical contact for way too long. You hated to ruin the moment, but you snickered, “I need both hands to get outta here, bub.”

“Get outta here then so I can have it back,” he murmured with a small smirk.

///

You and Shawn dropped his things inside your condo door. Unpacking and gifts, for he always brought you something from his travels, could wait a while longer.

“Dinner?” you asked, pulling him further inside, toward the kitchen, since he’d once again glued his hand to yours, and also his chin to your shoulder and his front to your back.

“Not hungry. Maybe later. Unless, of course, you’re hungry, my love.”

“I’m alright.” You turned around in his embrace and melted into his warmth. “How about a nap?”

It was music to his ears. He’d missed your bed almost as much as he’d missed you, and he particularly missed you in your bed. “Yes, please.”

‘Nap’ was usually synonymous with sex in your home, and the first thing you normally did when Shawn had been away, even if only for a few days, was make love. After a month, you were craving him, acutely.

But when he crawled into bed after you and curled himself around you, resting his head on your stomach, instead of pulling your and his clothes off, you knew he genuinely wasn’t feeling well.

You tangled one hand in his curls and scratched the fingernails of the other across his upper back beneath his tank top.

Shawn was always warm, but he seemed especially so that evening. “Are you okay, baby? You’re really warm.”

“’m fine,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

You brought your hand from his hair to his forehead. “I don’t think you are,” you frowned. “I think you have a fever.”

“Don’t want you to worry ’bout me.”

“Too bad. It’s part of the job description as your devoted fiancée. As is taking care of you when you’re sick.”

“Don’t wan’be sick,” he pouted.

“Unfortunately, you can’t just wish it away, bub. I’m gonna get you some soup, because you really should eat something, and then see if we have some meds.” You began to extricate yourself from your clingy fiancé, but he further tightened himself around you.

“Stay. Please,” he whispered. “Just need you here. Just need some sleep. Be fine in th’mornin’.”

And with that, he was out like a light.

///

Surprisingly, you fell asleep almost as quickly. Now that Shawn was home again and in your arms where he belonged, and your body and mind truly realized you had a few days without deadlines or expectations ahead of you, you fell into your own sort of exhaustion.

You woke a few hours later, having barely moved, to a rumbling in your stomach. You contemplated whether or not to try to ignore it and go back to sleep.

Ultimately, you untangled yourself from Shawn, successfully this time, and padded into the kitchen to warm up some soup for you both. You would try to rouse him to eat and drink and take some medication before falling back to sleep for, hopefully, the entirety of the night. You wanted to try to get ahead of whatever was ailing him.

You felt his presence in the kitchen before you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind. “I woke up and you weren’t there,” he whined, voice a little raspy.

You rubbed his forearms, now covered with the fleece of his favorite bear-stamped sweater. He must’ve gotten cold, even if you could still feel his body radiating heat. You looked over your shoulder to see heavy eyes, mussed hair, and pink-stained cheeks. It wasn’t fair; even when he was sick he was stupidly attractive.

“Sit,” you instructed, urging him toward the stools at the kitchen island. He did. “I want you to eat, drink, and take your meds,” you gently, yet firmly, demanded, placing a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and two Tylenol Cold and Flu capsules before him.

“I’m not sick,” he tried to argue.

You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. “Humor me, bub.” You then sat beside him with your own bowl of soup and glass of water. He pulled you as close as possible without you ending up in his lap.

You weren’t satisfied till he’d slurped the last spoonful of chicken and vegetables, drained his glass of water, and swallowed his pills.

The short stop-off in the kitchen had exhausted him all over again.

“Go back to bed, baby, I’ll be there as soon as I clean up.”

Still, he offered, “I’ll help.”

“You will not. Go.”

“Can’t we clean up in the morning?” he frowned.

He looked so downtrodden, you didn’t want to deny him anything. You glanced around the kitchen, - it would take all of three minutes, - but before you could contest, Shawn’s hand was in yours and he was leading you back to your room.

After using the bathroom, and completing an abridged bedtime routine, you were back in bed and curled around one another, yet with less clothing. Shawn had again grown too warm and had divested himself of his sweater and tank top and you only wore your little boyshort underwear and one of Shawn’s old t-shirts.

“Do you wanna...?” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath the tee and up your back.

He would put forth his best effort, even as tired and unwell as he was feeling, because he’d missed making love with you as much as you had, and he was selfless like that. But so were you. The intimacy of just being able to hold one another close enough to share breath was everything you needed right then.

There was no way you could get any closer than you were, but that didn’t stop him from trying to crawl into your skin.

“You can ravish me in the morning,” you promised with a smirk he could feel against the juncture between his jaw and ear.

He tenderly wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and sighed an ‘I love you’ before his eyes fluttered closed.

///

Shawn’s tossing and turning began around 2am. He was alternately too cold, buried under the comforter and flush against you, or too hot, blankets thrown off and balancing his giant, sweat-sheened body on the edge of the mattress. Regardless, he still needed some sort of skin to skin contact at all times, reaching for you, even in sleep, if only to touch his fingertips to yours.

His fever hadn’t broken yet; in fact, he seemed a little warmer as he was currently facing you, with only his forehead touching yours, again in that ‘too hot’ state. You did your best to attune yourself to his hot and cold fluctuations and adjusted the blankets accordingly whenever you were conscious enough to do so.

He finally, thankfully, fell into a deep, restful sleep around four-thirty.

A rattling cough startled you awake just after eight.

“Sorry,” Shawn croaked.

“Come here, Love,” you murmured, drawing him toward you. You lovingly traced the contours of his face with your fingertips. “How are you feeling?”

“’m sick,” he rasped, finally admitting what you already knew. “Shouldn’t’ve kissed you. Now you’re gonna get sick, too. ’m sorry.” His eyes were emotion filled and limned with unshed tears.

You shrugged. “We’ll be sick together then. No sorries, baby. Kissing you was, and is, worth the risk.” You moved to kiss him again.

He pulled his head away. “No. There’s still a chance to save yourself.”

You giggled. “I assume all responsibility. You can even say ‘I told you so’.”

“Oh, I will,” he smirked, but he could no longer deny you what you both wanted so badly. He brought his mouth to yours for a few moments of languorous kissing. He hummed against your lips.

When you eased away, you dipped your thumb in the divot of his chin. Your voice softened and cracked when you whispered, “It was too long without you this time.”

“I know,” he exhaled, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Things will settle after the move.”

“You’re still too warm,” you said, kissing his forehead and frowning. “What hurts?”

“Everything,” he sniffled. “Throat’s sore. My chest is a little tight. My head hurts. My body hurts. ’m cold. You’re warm,” he sighed, cuddling even closer.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, and hot tea for your throat. And let’s get another dose of meds into you too, okay?”

He wasn’t hungry, and the thought of swallowing anything was currently a little overwhelming, but he was well aware that his immune system needed the boost. He also knew it would make you feel better if he at least tried to eat and hydrate. That alone was enough.

He reluctantly loosened his hold on you to allow you out of bed. You rounded to his side and organized a mound of pillows at his back. You turned on the television and asked, “What do you want to watch?”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “It’s Saturday morning.”

“Of course,” you chuckled and flipped to Cartoon Network. “How silly of me.” Saturdays were always no gym, breakfast in bed, cartoon mornings.

You peppered kisses along his jaw and into his neck. “Love you. I’ll be right back, ’k?”

His eyes, filled with adoration, found yours. “Thank you,” he breathed. “I love you.”

With an affectionate smile, you ran a hand gently through his curls before leaving him in the company of ‘6teen’ to go make breakfast.

Shawn stumbled into the kitchen with the duvet wrapped tightly around him just as you had finished organizing the breakfast tray. You laughed. “You’re supposed to be in bed!”

He opened the blanket and drew you into his cocoon. “I missed you.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, hugged him to you, and tipped your head up to kiss his chin. “I’ve been gone less than ten minutes, bub,” you snickered.

“Less than ten minutes is too long,” he affirmed. “And I needed more Kleenex.”

“Go on now. I’ll be right behind you with the tray and a box of tissues.”

You had balanced two bowls of honey-sweetened oatmeal with blueberries and strawberries, two cups of citrus-honey green tea, another dose of Tylenol, and now a new box of tissues on the tray. You set it in the middle of your bed after Shawn had once again gotten as comfortable as possible and before you climbed back in beside him.

All throughout breakfast, Shawn craved your warmth. You were too hot encased in the duvet with him, but you endured it because he was sick and snuggly and needed you. And even with that, and a belly full of oatmeal and tea, he wasn’t warm enough.

You cupped his face and he leaned into your touch. “How about I run you a hot bath?”

He nodded tiredly.

He sat on the closed toilet seat with the blanket still wrapped around him while you began to prepare his bath in your heated soaking tub big enough for two. His insistence on being wherever you were was endearing.

You were often invading each other’s bubble on any given day, but being apart for weeks, coupled with him feeling unwell, made for an especially clingy boy.

You added a few drops of essential oils to water just shy of too hot and soon the bathroom was steamy and aromatic. Shawn could already feel the soothing effects of eucalyptus and peppermint as he filled his loosening lungs with deep breaths.

“I’m afraid you have to peel yourself out of the blanket and your clothes to get in, bub. Quick as you can. A few moments of cold and then you’ll be as warm as can be.”

You pushed the duvet off his shoulders and pulled his sweatshirt and tank top up and over his head. He shivered and quickly removed his joggers and boxer briefs himself before stepping into the tub.

He sunk in, up to his chin, sighing deeply, eyes closing. You began to gather the dirties to deposit into the hamper, and then the comforter to return to your bedroom.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, reaching out to encircle his hand around the back of your knee.

You crouched down beside the tub to bring yourself eye level with him. You tangled a hand in his hair and gave his scalp a gentle scratch. “How about you let me clean up after breakfast and change the sheets, and then I’ll get in with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be away for ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Think you can handle that?” you teased.

“Meanie,” he scowled.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. He fell back against the bath pillow and again closed his eyes.

///

You turned the heat up a few degrees on your way to the kitchen with the tray of dirty breakfast dishes.

After the kitchen was clean, you returned to your bedroom to strip the bed of the sheets Shawn had sweated through earlier that morning and tossed them in the washer. You then remade the bed before pulling clean boxer briefs, joggers, a tank top, sweatshirt, and socks from Shawn’s dresser drawers.

Less than fifteen minutes later and you were back in the humid, fragrant bathroom. Shawn smiled contentedly at your return. You removed your engagement ring, placing it safely on the ring holder, - you never wore it in the bath or shower, - twisted your hair up into a messy bun, pulled your shirt off, and slipped out of your boy shorts. He scooted forward enough for you to climb into the bathtub behind him.

Your new home in LA had to have a heated soaking tub as well; it was one of your mutual must-haves for intimate moments just like this. If it didn’t, Shawn had promised to have one installed.

He relaxed into you, his hands stroking the backs of your thighs which had found their way around his hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and began to run your fingertips through the hair on his chest.

You didn’t talk much, even though his throat was already feeling better, speaking instead with soft touches and caresses, entwined hands and palm and wrist kisses. You absorbed each other’s very essence, letting your body rhythms continue to re-attune to one another’s, as you soaked in the hot water.

Everyone outside of your relationship found it truly amazing that you and Shawn were almost always in harmony. You easily finished each other’s sentences, and often knew what the other wanted or needed without having to say anything at all.

Once you were both thoroughly waterlogged, and Shawn was finally warm deep into his bones, you lovingly washed his hair.

///

Shawn sighed blissfully as he pulled on the clean boxers and joggers you’d laid out for him, - he was warm enough now not to need anything else, - and slid into bed between clean sheets.

“Try to sleep, hm?” you murmured. What he needed more than anything was sleep. You placed your hand to his forehead and, much to your relief, his fever had finally broken.

You suspected it wouldn’t take long for him to doze off now that he was warm and his body aches had eased. The Tylenol had dulled his headache and the lozenge you had given him, which he was currently sucking on, was soothing his sore throat.

You assured him you were coming back to bed as soon as you put the sheets in the dryer and retrieved some fresh water for your bedside.

He was barely holding onto consciousness by the time you returned. You made him sit up and drink as much of the cold coconut water as he was willing and able to. You then crawled back into bed beside him.

He whispered another ‘thank you’ and yet another ‘I love you’ before he succumbed.

Before you allowed yourself to fall asleep as well, you turned off the television and reached for Shawn’s phone next to yours on the nightstand. You had placed it in ‘do not disturb mode’ as soon as you’d known he was sick.

You entered his passcode to check his texts and voicemails for anything which might be pressing, and returned the necessary calls and messages.

From your own phone you called Shawn’s mom to let her know you weren’t going to make it to dinner that night because her son was sick with what you suspected was the flu.

You promised Karen she didn’t need to come over; that you would be home with him for as long as he needed you to be, and that you were taking the very best care of him. And yes, you would have him call her himself when he was up again and hopefully feeling better.

Despite your and, later that afternoon, Shawn’s assurances, Karen and Manny still drove into the city from Pickering to bring dinner to you. Baked Parmesan zucchini, homemade spaghetti and meat sauce, and a small plate of brownies, all gluten-free, of course.

They didn’t stay long. Shawn was still fatigued and achy as his immune system fought against his illness, but they were happy to see him eating, even if his portions were smaller than usual, and otherwise being well taken care of. Karen adored you, and trusted you wholeheartedly, but she was still his mother and he was her baby boy.

Karen insisted on cleaning up after dinner. She wouldn’t even accept your help.

She and Manny risked close contact, - after all, they also hadn’t seen Shawn for a month, - by giving him (and you) huge hugs before they left.

You fell into bed that evening, again wrapped up in one another, and slept, deep and restful, straight through till morning.

///

You woke up alone. Shawn’s side of the bed was empty. You listened for sounds of him from the bathroom. Instead you heard the strumming of his guitar from outside your bedroom, interspersed with some slight coughing.

He looked up from his playing to find you leaning against the archway with one of your small smiles only for him on your face. “Good morning, baby,” he returned your smile.

You crossed over to him, curling up on the couch beside him. You reached out to give a playful scritch to the stubble along his jawline. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back to sleep. I feel like I’ve done nothing but sleep for thirty-six hours,” he chuckled.

“You needed it...”

He simply nodded his agreement. He brushed a lock of hair from your eyes and tucked it behind your ear. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shook your head and then asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he smiled, just before a small fit of coughing began again.

Your brow furrowed.

“It sounds worse than it feels,” he laughed. “It’s good, it’s loose. I can breathe deep.” And he drew a deep breath to reassure you.

For the flu, it was certainly a mild case if he was already feeling better. It made you hopeful that if you did end up also getting sick, you’d get through it just as quickly.

Now that you were up, Shawn voiced his desire to get out of the house for some fresh air.

It was a cold morning, with a slight coating of snow across the grass from the night before, so you dressed warm. You tucked scarves into your coats and made the short walk over to your favorite café for coffee and pastries.

You spent the rest of the morning gaming. You made lunch together. You fell asleep while watching movies and cuddling on the living room sofa. You ate Karen’s leftovers for dinner, all of them. (Spaghetti was always better the next day.) Shawn’s appetite was much improved.

His color and his strength were also a lot better.

Back in bed after dinner, you sat shoulder to shoulder in front of Shawn’s laptop as he showed you the latest of the LA homes he’d bookmarked, one which had just come on the market. He hoped it wasn’t gone before you returned to LA with him the week after the one upcoming.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he sighed, out of nowhere, as if it was an afterthought. “You always do.”

You dropped a kiss to his bare shoulder and murmured, “Always will.”

“You’re gonna be the best mommy.”

His comment wasn’t exactly surprising; you’d just looked at photos of the aforementioned property, one of which was a nursery.

Still, you teased, chuckling, “Do you know something I don’t?”

He laughed. “Just manifesting. For the future.”

“Let’s get through the move and our wedding first, hm? Then we’ll talk babies.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Shawn closed his laptop and set it on the nightstand before turning to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I seem to remember another promise made.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Something about ravishing you...?”

You grinned, giggled, “You’re sure you’re feeling well enough for ‘ravishing’?”

“I feel well enough to sure as hell try,” he smirked, swiftly maneuvering you beneath him and tugging the duvet over your heads.

~*~

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