#shawn mended writing

[rowdyslove]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔. | jack hughes

jack has not moved a single inch of his body for an entire hour straight, and neither have you. the only difference here was that you were peacefully asleep on his chest while he tried his best to not wake you from your soft slumber.

he could have sworn it had just started with him explaining the events of his previous game that took place earlier that night. the complete details of his explanation he couldn’t quite recall exactly, but jack did remember so vividly how you would nod and hum in approval to show that you were still intently listening to the conversing. you were as comfortable as one could be as you slid into his bed. you immediately scooted yourself closer towards his side, where you threw one leg over his and wrapped a loose arm around his torso.

jack wasn’t surprised with your actions. you two have been dating now for way too long for his heart to thump and race at every little move you made, much unlike the ways it used to be when he was still pursuing you with every amount of affection he could think of.

but there was always something about the way you and him have gotten so used to things being like this—this kind of closeness, this kind of intimacy, this kind of comfort where you could wrap your arms around him at any given time.

and he would just accept it all with a smile and lean himself against you comfortably, instead of feeling stuck in place and hesitant to the idea of your bodies being this close.

he enjoyed it though. the fact that the two of you have reached this strong point in your relationship. the thought never failed to make his chest swell up with utter pride and adoration.

he hadn’t even realised that you fell asleep until you had stopped responding to him. and then it was just silence. it was a kind of steady silence in the room that felt all too familiar, mixing itself with the turning of the ceiling fan and the occasional loud snores heard from his brothers just across the hall.

and even though he could tell that you were asleep from the slow nudging of your cheek up against his shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of your chest pressed up close against his side, he still glanced down at you from time to time anyways to make sure. it was simply just another excuse to steal looks of you as well. he could hear your faint breaths, coming in and out as his chest heaved along; the more he focused on you, the more his breathing started to match up with yours, like he was dependant on your breathing to help his own. and your body felt as light as a feather over his, warm and subtle within his protective hold. he could tell you were safe, and he felt safe having you with him in this moment.

looking at the space around him in his room to the lovely curves of your figure—it was all something that jack could recognise as home to him.

what had initially started as a fond feeling slowly turned into one of exhaustion as the clock ticked with time. an hour passed slowly with him scrolling mindlessly through his phone, his other hand draped over your back to keep you close. but god, was his body ever starting to feel sore from not moving an inch for this long.

he glanced down at you once again after finally mustering up the courage to give your body a light shove, all in hopes to gently wake you up from your slumber. but he suddenly paused, his eyes rounding in soft lust at the sight of your small pouty lips that had unknowingly displayed themselves to him.

your head had readjusted itself from pressing against his chest to facing more upwards, in a way that jack could see a perfect view of your facial features for as long as he looked down at you. it caught him slightly off-guard. he was not expecting to see your lips so up-close like this, faintly agape but just enough for him to feel your warm breath fan over his skin.

and then it felt like he was relearning this kind of closeness all over again. he felt hypersensitive as his mind was once again introduced to the close proximity of your bodies, but seeing it in a more alluring way than before. your leg moving closer towards his lower abdomen, your hips stuck to his own, your chest pressed deeper into his chest, and your lips now brushing past the sharp skin of his jaw whenever you stirred.

jack could feel the shape of your body, just faintly, but it was enough to be the death of him. he wanted more than just the faint feel of you. he wanted all of your touch.

your eyes groggily began to open when you felt the sensation of lips softly grazing across your lips. it was clear to you that it was jack claiming the spot of your lips with his, so you were quick to shut your eyes again and respond to his slow movements. unlike the rough ways he acted when he was on the ice during a game, with you he was always very careful, and that was a trait of his that you always adored. his hand gingerly threaded its way through your hair and brushing back the strands by your ear, his body shifting to pin your back to the mattress causing your hands to raise and grip his arms for support.

the kiss was sweet and sensual; you could trace every part of his plump lips with your own, completely mesmerized by the way he pushed himself so perfectly against your frame. air built its way into your lungs as you steadily huffed through your nose, feeling as if jack was stealing all of your oxygen little by little both through your mouth and through the way his hands skillfully slid across your sensitive skin.

a whisper of a whine left your lips when he gently wedged his knee between your legs, your grip on his arms tightening. and your actions just riled him up in even more ways than one, a smirk slowly creeping its way onto his face. in response to your soft noises, jack decided to make a change in position, pulling away to sit himself up against the headboard of the bed. the air from your lungs was quickly pulled away again as he grabbed you by your hips and swiftly pulled you onto his lap with such little effort. bringing his hands up, they didn’t once leave your body as he trailed them up your sides until they met your soft cheeks, and he was quick to pull you back into him.

you held your breath, your hands flying up to his wrists and you weakly held onto him. any strength or willpower you had in you, left your entire body the second jack’s pillow soft lips pressed themselves upon yours in a harsh, bruising kiss. your lips worked together in rough harmony, sighs and whimpers leaving you all in one when jack caught your bottom lip between his lip before pulling away.

his hands slowly left your cheeks, the only warmth you felt being the heat that radiated off of his body. you looked at him with such admiration as he touched you with such gentleness, how soft he was with you despite the feverish kiss you two had just shared.

when his hand dropped down to fiddle with the hem of his oversized t-shirt that covered your frame, you furthered the space between your face and his. you could see much more clearly now, and although jack still held a tight lipped smirk across his face, his eyes were lightly hooded with a kind of tender shyness.

“care to tell why you woke me up?” you asked with a grin, letting your arms wrap over his shoulders and your fingers card through the long tufts of hair on the back of his neck. your cheeks definitely had a deep red blush spread across them, but you doubted that jack could see it through the dim lighting that engulfed the room.

“i just felt like kissing you,” he replied honestly, bringing his hand up to remove some strands of your hair away from your face and tucked them behind your ears, his gaze still weighing strong and heavy on you. his voice was low and raspy, tiredness starting to become evident in him.

jack’s lips would always be the death of you. like a poison that you would keep choosing over and over, you would always let him drown you in them whenever he wanted to without ever having to ask.

“you know, you were sleeping on me for a whole hour,” he exclaimed. “i could barely move, my body started getting sore.”

“it’s looks like you’re moving just fine now.” you hummed.

jack licked over his lower lip, his hands now moving up so his fingers could find the soft skin of your stomach under his shirt. “i can still move pretty well.” he uttered out in a seductive tone of voice.

a light knocking rummaged within your ribcage at his lustful words. you couldn’t help but grin, the corners of your lips turning up as his suggestive idea popped into your mind. jack already had his hands on your hips, keeping you still on his lap. you brought your torso forward, getting closer to him than before while also nudging your hips closer to rest on his lower abdomen. you could feel him so vividly underneath you and his breath hitched.

“you’re such a tease j,” you whispered, your eyes hooded and gazing right into his, lips tauntingly brushing past his igniting the burning heat between you both even more.

“i can change that.” he mumbled, licking his lower lip briefly afterwards.

jack slipped his hand further up underneath the fabric of your shirt, touching every bit of your torso. his fingertips grazed and burned your flesh with every touch, sending shivers running all down your spine. a breathy chuckle left his lips as he felt your back straighten up in a small arch, the husk in his voice pushing your sanity over the edge to nothing. he was looking into your eyes so deeply, but the intensity of his gaze could have been felt from a mile away.

“is this okay love?” he asked in a hushed voice, his palms grabbing a firm hold onto your waist.

you brought your lips to his for one kiss, then another, until jack finally leaned himself forward to take in the moment. your hands rested on the bare base of his neck, gliding between his jaw and his shoulders. your mind focused itself on the sweet desparastion that was evident through his kiss, paired along with the familiar possessiveness he always held for you.

when you pulled away from him, he could see your eyes sparkle with a slight bit of submission for him, and when he furrowed his brows in question to you one more time, you gave him a quick nod and a gentle smile.

in that moment, jack knew that every night he could spend with you like this, he would never want to waste a single minute of it. everything about this moment felt right, falling more and more in love with you by the second.

yet, the one thing he could ever wish for in life, was that if this lifetime with you was all just a dream, he would never want to wake up.

[thoughtkick]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[perfectfeelings]

Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crime when you should be with me instead?

Shawn Mendes // Treat You Better

[quotefeeling]

Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crime when you should be with me instead?

Shawn Mendes // Treat You Better

[resqectable]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[surqrised]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[stay-close]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[perfectquote]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[thehopefulquotes]

Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

[spideysbruh]

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."

*

[starryeyedadmirer]

Shawn’s been standing in this same spot for almost an hour, desperately scouring the aisle for books about pregnancy, in search of some peace of mind — something, anything to quell the anxiety that’s been slowly eating away at his brain for the last couple of months. He’s experiencing some crazy symptoms… long-term ones, like something of an unknown disease… and, though he’s tried to suppress the creeping suspicion that he may be with child, he knows that there’s a great possibility that he actually could be. With all of the bloating, cramping, nausea, gassiness, aversions to certain foods, and his stomach seeming to swell larger and larger each week, it’s practically undoubtable that there’s something strange going on inside of him… and that something just might be a baby. Paralyzed by fear, and caught in a daze of denial and disbelief, Shawn has completely lost control over his motor functions. He’s stuck in a loop, scanning the same bookshelf over and over again, for a text that will explain what he’s going through… his arms wrapped around his midsection, almost instinctively, as if to cover up his shame. He knows that it’s here somewhere, tucked away in a place that he just can’t seem to find.

The funny thing about it is… he’s looking in the wrong aisle…

[swift-creates]

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat Lover

Thomesa x Lover (Remix) - Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes

@thomesa-week 2024 Day 7: Free day

I am not a big Taylor person normally but these lyrics just fit them so well 😭

[thoughtkick]

Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crime when you should be with me instead?

Shawn Mendes // Treat You Better

[violetsandfluff]

Fine Wine

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @chocochipcookie305 🥳 I hope your day has been absolutely amazing

I’ve been trying to post this for more than three hours but tumblr wreaked havoc on it. I hope there won’t be missing paragraphs and that the second half of the fic will actually show up this time.

Wc/ 1.9k

Shawn hadn’t shaven lately, and the consequence became evident when his stubble brushed across your chest as he stirred awake. His head was resting on your chest, specifically on your left breast as he faced right, the lacy pattern of your brand new lingerie imprinted on his rosy cheek. His lips suctioned onto your collarbone and he began sucking on the skin slowly and deliberately.

You opened your eyes with a groan, immediately recognizing how exhausted you were. It was only about ten AM, but you and Shawn had already had quite the morning. It was your birthday, just another excuse for your boyfriend to worship your body. He insisted you stay up until midnight, and the moment your phone calendars changed, he had withdrawn a small box from under the bed.

He was all aquiver as you opened it, practically shaking with excitement.

Your eyes grew wide as you shifted the tissue paper to see your gift. Inside the box lay a baby blue set of lingerie you had been eyeing, and shamelessly hinting at, for some time. It consisted of a top made of delicate lace that covered the bare minimum area of skin to be marketed as clothing, and bottoms that rode low on your hips and didn’t quite do their job in the back. Ribbon-like straps of the same lacy fabric connected the pieces abstractly.

The set flattered your body and accentuated your curves perfectly. You inspected your body in the mirror, not intending to be vain, but this was a level of confidence you had never felt from a lingerie set.

The moment you re-entered the room, Shawn’s eyes were all over you and twinkling mischievously, his jaw agape with awe. With a soft smile painted on your lips, you laid down next to him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you asked, “Does it look okay, baby?”

Shawn bit his lip and looked up at you with widened eyes, dilated with lust as he tried not to notice how close your breasts were to spilling out of the skimpy bra. He reached out for you, his hands hesitating midair as he decided whether to indulge his longings and allow his hands to roam around your boobs. Ultimately, his hands ended up on your shoulders, where he rubbed your arms gently as his sinful eyes continued to explore every inch of your body.

He made love to you until you were both too exhausted to continue and he fell asleep with his head on your chest and your arms around him.

Now he was awake and clearly still horny.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” he murmured lowly upon seeing your eyes flutter open.

“It’s almost like I haven’t heard that a hundred times yet today,” you retorted softly, stifling back a yawn.

“It is your birthday,” Shawn reminded you, “and I’m going to give you the most special day ever.”

“You make every day special,” you hummed softly, letting out a small gasp as his lips began to travel up your neck and to your jaw.

“Today can be extra special for my princess,” he responded absentmindedly as his tongue worked at a sensitive piece of skin under your jaw. “I have ingredients for cupcakes downstairs,” he informed you. “We should make cupcakes to celebrate you.”

You chuckled softly at his reluctance to leave the safe haven that was your bed. Clearly, he was far more interested in lapping at your skin and letting his tongue explore your mouth and face alike. Within half an hour of being awake, he nearly had an orgasm strictly from kissing.

Eventually, however, he prodded himself to get up and go downstairs. “And you’re coming with me,” he announced.

“I can’t go downstairs practically naked,” you protested meekly.

“Why not?” Shawn resisted the urge to lick his lips as he eyed you up and down.

“Shawn.”

“Good call, baby,” he said after a while. “Lord knows I’m too selfish to show you off anyway.”

Despite his words, he grasped your hand tightly in his and led you to the kitchen. In one swift motion, he swept you off your feet and set you on the counter, which felt smooth and cold under your bare thighs.

You were on the counter opposite the oven and stove, a sink to your right and further counter space to your left, which Shawn used to gather his ingredients. Box mix, milk, oil, and eggs, among various kitchen accouterments, were all piled up beside you.

After opening the box, he removed the bag of dry cake mix and handed you the box.

You read him the instructions one by one until he was finished. After each step, he took a lengthy pause to show you affection and gratitude through physical touch, words of affirmation, and every other type of romantic gesture.

When at last the batter was finished, he divided it into twelve rainbow cupcake liners and pushed the pan into the oven to bake. Satisfied with his work, he knelt before you and rested his chin on the counter between your legs.

His eyes were shamelessly aimed at your lacy panties, which tempted him more and more with every passing second. If he got any closer, he was sure to feel the wetness accumulating inches away from his face.

His expressive brown eyes gazed penetratingly into yours, telling you millions of words in a split second.

“What do you need, baby?” you chuckled softly.

“What do you mean?” he bristled defensively.

“Shawn Peter. You know. You only give me those horny puppy eyes when you want something.”

He considered your words for a moment before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “I want the cupcakes to be done so we can eat them,” he fibbed. “And frosting and stuff.”

By the time he was done talking, you could feel his nose brushing against the seat of your underwear. “Do you want to help me make the frosting?” he inquired innocently, his breath hot against your legs.

You agreed, but it turned out that his idea of helping was you holding a bowl while he dumped ingredients into it. He mixed the ingredients quickly…too quickly. A clump of frosting flew out of the bowl, landing on your upper thigh, dangerously close to the band of your lacy blue underwear.

You were about to wipe it off when Shawn removed the bowl from your lap, set it beside you, and bent over to lick the frosting off of your leg. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed the frosting smeared on his chin.

“I don’t think that’s quite sanitary,” you laughed, leaning forward to lick the smudge off of him, his stubble greeting your tongue.

“Your bare ass is on the counter.”

“Also not sanitary.”

He gave you a deadpan look before slipping his fingers between your skin and the band of your underwear. “No shit, honey. Can I have your pussy, please?”

The moment you gave your laughing approval, he descended on your CCCC like a vulture. It started with his hands, one hand dipping in and out of your heat and the other teasing your clit. Almost immediately, a burning sensation began developing in your core, and you leaned your head back against the wall to enjoy it.

Soon, he switched from fingers to his tongue. He made contact with your pussy and began lapping at it delicately like a cat lapping up a saucer of milk. The arousal pooling between your lips was like a pricey wine to him; he couldn’t get enough, no matter what cost it came at. Being greedy was out of the question, especially considering how rapidly the juices were replenishing themselves.

Your boyfriend’s nose nuzzled against your clit as he fucked his tongue further into you, and his soft groans joined your soft ahs in making an intimate symphony. All the while, he played with the straps of your bra, fingering them absentmindedly as the only command his brain sent out was to keep hitting the liquid gold.

All you could hear were his sounds as he ate you out, his tongue dipping in and out of you, and his gentle moans as he tasted more and more of you. The backs of your eyelids were all you could see, and your cupcakes were all you could smell. You could almost taste Shawn’s mouth on yours, latching onto yours as exuberantly as he was your pussy.

You could even feel his stubble against your lips as his mouth opened, closed, and moved to accommodate his adventurous tongue.

Everything was silent until you released the orgasm that had been brewing within you.

Shawn stepped back in surprise as your orgasm hit like a waterfall, moaning softly to himself as he watched, frozen in awe. He was unable to move as he watched the milky substance spill from your lips, over the countertop, and onto the floor. Your orgasm was almost finished by the time his boyish instincts took over. He knelt before you once more, licking up every last drop of the liquid gold.

He could feel his erect cock pressing against his underwear, begging to be relieved, but he sat there, his chin resting on the wet countertop, breathing deeply to ground himself.

“You’re like a fine wine, baby,” he said after a moment’s pause. “You taste better and better every day.”

~~~

Later that evening, after a busy morning and a bubble bath in the afternoon, you lay on your side in your own familiar bed as Shawn spooned you. He had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to French braid hair, and he was testing out his abilities as your favorite movie played in the background.

The urge to sleep was encroaching after barely having slept all day, but you fought to stay awake. The excitement earlier in the day had taken a toll on your energy and put a dull ache in your strained muscles, but you never wanted it to fade. Shawn dozed off every so often, his rosy lips falling open as he subconsciously kept the strands of hair separated. He would startle himself awake by snoring and continue the braids until he reached the ends of your hair.

“How do they feel, baby?” he asked, his voice tired and raspy.

You ran your fingers over the back of your head and traced them down the twin braids he had created.

“They feel good,” you replied, fighting back the urge to laugh. You could feel your uneven part and uneven hair sections even without a visual, but it warmed your heart to know that Shawn was proud of himself.

You heard the soft click of his camera as he took a picture and passed his phone to you hopefully.

“Pippi Longstocking?” you giggled. Your left braid was significantly thicker than the right one, and it practically stood on its own. The right braid was looser, complete with dozens of flyaways, but it laid much flatter than its counterpart.

“No!” Shawn protested incredulously. “I did a good job, baby.”

You rolled over and gave your boyfriend a bear hug, chuckling to yourself as you thought about how silly you must look. “I’m proud of your abilities, Shawn. Those hands can do anything.”

The innuendo was anything but lost on him. “Like what?” he pressed, puffing up his chest slightly. “I’m listening.”

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Oh, I'm good at keeping my distance I know that you're the feeling I'm missing.

Shawn Mendes

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