#shawnmendessmut

“Shawn, take a break. You’re going to make yourself go crazy. You’re making me go crazy!” You shout with a laugh, rubbing the top of his frizzy head. He leans back on the black, leather couch, turning to face you with a weary face.

You can hear the crashing waves of Malibu waters outside of the glass windows. You two were alone on this private beach, reserved for only Shawn and whoever else he wanted. As of right now, it was just the two of you in this peaceful environment.

“Come on,” He stands up randomly, tugging your arm while walking toward the sliding glass door. You let him drag you outside to the cool waters and through the grainy sand. You’re both barefoot as he begins to pick up his pace until you’re jogging. He halts at a large rock that collects the crashes of the water and leans against it. His blue basketball shorts get soggy on the ends from the up splashes. You were wearing one of his button ups and your shorts, but standing behind the rock so you didn’t wet.

You never really wore bathing suits, you didn’t feel like you needed to. Shawn and you have been together for about a year now, so he understood when you told him you were uncomfortable wearing one to Malibu. He always tells you how beautiful you are, despite your height, weight, waist or hip size. These were all the things he knew you were insecure about, and usually your loved ones would tell you to not be insecure and that they love you no matter what. Not Shawn. He always said it in a way that made you really feel loved.

He would simply let you be insecure. He knows that insecurity is a part of life and he doesn’t think you should be, but he’s not just going to tell you to stop. It’s hard to control your mind sometimes and he knows that. He’s always been different to you than anyone else has, and maybe that’s what made you love him so much.

With this, he’s never rushed you into anything either. You’ve never been with him intimately (nothing much more than a heated make out session) because of your self-doubt. You’re not a virgin, you’ve had your fair share of experiences, but he was just too perfect for you. Your experiences were never good and you were honestly afraid of being vulnerable again.

“Come to the water. It feels great,” The air was slightly breezy and the sky was filled with misty clouds. You imagined the water was near freezing because of it, but still tip-toed your way into it. The current splashes up to your shins, and Shawn was right, it did feel great. The water was twinkling in the hidden sunshine and the thin foam cascaded when it got too close to you.

Shawn gently slips his hand between yours and laces them together. His rough fingertips scratched against your knuckles, but it was calm and soothing like the waves before you. You leaned against the rock with him, the small waves shooting up to your shorts every once in a while. He faces you, with a dreamy look dancing in his eye.

“Kiss?” He asks, lips puckered loosely and patiently. You gave a head nod before reaching his lips, giving him a long peck. You attempted to pull away, but he had other plans apparently.

His hands rested on your cheeks and slowly trailed down until they were at your shoulders. He rubs them calmly, pacifying any stress you might have with the pads of his thumb. Your hands trail through his curls, braiding around your fingertips beautifully.

“God,” He pulls his mouth away to speak for a moment. “you’ll be the death of me.”

You quickly snatch his lips again, never getting enough of his words or his taste. You both are captured in a deep trance for one another’s lips and beauty. One of your hands moves from his hair to the nape of his neck, rubbing softly. Without any words, Shawn pulls you toward the small house with a hand wrapped in yours. The water stains freezingly on the bottom half of your legs, making you chilly.

When you enter the house again, he plops himself down heavily on the leather couch, dragging you down with him. You didn’t like to sit on his lap in a make out session, you assumed it made you both uncomfortable. However, your assumptions were wrong because he positioned you snuggly on his muscular thighs.

You felt the heat crawling under your skin and on the back of your neck. Shawn just continued to kiss you lovingly, like nothing was wrong. You silently appreciated this act as your hands began to tug his curls. He groans lowly against you with a beating chest and fast breath. You were absolutely loving this; you felt comfortable and secure, and being in a different environment made you feel even safer. Almost like nobody knew where you were, or maybe even who you were.

The sensual feeling was observationally mutual. His hands were roaming you, caressing you caringly and you were beginning to feel that throbbing between your thighs. Usually when this happens, you just ignore it and take care of it yourself. But maybe you were ready to take that step with him today. You back away from the kiss and Shawn’s eyes open concerningly.

“Should I stop?” He suggests, lowering his hands from your neck to your waist. His head was slightly tilted and he had a little tint of pink in his cheeks. Possibly from the water mixed with the crisp breeze, or the heat between you two.

“No, please don’t. I actually want you to keep going,” You were trying to hint that you wanted to go further with this, even if it was just a little bit for today. You had thought about this far too much, for who knows how long, and now you felt confident enough to do it. You were overly grateful that Shawn never tried to convince or force you to do something you didn’t want to. He was just so kind and sweet. And cute and adorable. And sexy and hot…

“Are you sure? This doesn’t have to go any further than this if you’re uncomfortable—”

“Shawn, I’ve thought about this enough. I’m ready,” You eye him with reassurance, appreciative of his full consent toward you. Your smile was filled with mild anxiety and excitement and he reciprocated with a goofy grin. Though, there was a small glint in your eye that was hinting he should take it slow. Something was telling him.

“How about we just take it slow today? One thing at a time? There is no rush, baby.”

“Okay, I think that’s better anyway,” You were so glad he said something because you both know you wouldn’t have. Which scares Shawn sometimes because he doesn’t really know what you’re thinking or feeling. He wasn’t going to worry about that right now because he’s positive that you’re sure.

“Let’s focus on you right now, pretty girl.”

He wasn’t worried about his erection suffocating in his pants right now, or his strong desire to fuck you for hours until he couldn’t anymore. He was only focused on you, and your peak of pleasure was his only goal right now. Songwriting could most definitely wait.

Shawn lifted you up and rested your head on the armrest of the couch. He crawled over you and kissed your luscious lips once again. Your taste was possibly the sweetest thing he’s ever had; you were like sugar candy in human form, and he was able to eat you raw.

If you let him, of course.

Which you did because you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny in your entire life.

The way he unbuttoned his own shirt off of you was probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen in your life. He plucked off each one, staring at you with a smirk, knowing you were dying because of his teasing. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his hands. The bird across his skin was fueling you up even more because tattoos were definitely a turn on for you. When he finally discarded the shirt, you mentally argued with yourself if you should cover up.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning,” Some words made his Canadian accent more prominent and that was also pretty hot to you. Your skin boiled in response to his compliments. He knew what you were thinking just because he knows you. That’s why this feels so right to you; because he knows you.

Shawn begins trailing kisses from your cheeks down to your chest, making your breathing become more unsteady. He licks along your collarbone, slightly nibbling at the skin. You breathe out a heavy sigh, as his soft mouth traces your skin. When he finally gets to your breast, you gasp with a pant. You would feel his smirk against you as his hand works the other one. His tongue swirls around and over the nipple, and you’re so sensitive, you could feel every nerve on his tongue. His callus fingers rub roughly against the opposite one, balling the bud until it’s peaked.

“Oh my god,” Your chest was collapsing and rising unsteadily as your hands gripped his hair tightly. You felt him moan against you, which sent a vibration through you. You rolled your hips against nothing, begging for any sort of friction. “please.”

You didn’t even know what you were asking for, but apparently he did. He continued to trail down your abdomen, kissing every bit his lips passed over. He shot you one last look of consent, and you reassured him once again.

“I could just kiss you all day.”

You were about to start verbally begging again if he didn’t do something soon. Shawn yanks down your shorts, leaving you in just a simple pair of underwear. Your core was aching for some relief, the undergarment being a stressful barrier.

“I like what I see,” His smirk is so wide, you almost felt embarrassed. He tried not to waste time, clearly noticing you were anxious for some pleasure. After all, that was his new goal.

His rough index finger runs down your smooth skin, outlining every curve until it reaches the band. You could feel the coldness from his rings, giving you chills. He flicks it against you, causing you to jump a bit. His hands and fingers were arousing you a little too much.

“I’m gonna take these off now, okay?” He speaks softly with his fingers dancing over your waist. You nodded rapidly, waiting for him to just do something to you. Anything at this point. He peels away the undergarment with awe in his eyes. You were biting your lip, trying to keep the useless whimpers at a minimum. Once the underwear is off, you’re completely bare— and you’re completely comfortable with it.

“All wet for me, huh? I did this to you?” Shawn teases through the same, evil smirk, while caressing your inner thighs with his thumbs. You mindlessly open your legs wider, spreading yourself open. His tongue rolls over his bottom lip as his fingers move up to where you need him most. He traces your silky lips with his fingertips, and the first touch felt like a shock of electricity. You gasped when two of his fingers went in between your folds, massaging delicately. Your moans were muffled by your own mouth as your teeth harshly bit down on your tongue.

“More, please,” You begged shamelessly at this point, wanting him to finger you with everything in him.

“More of what? Words, princess,” You thought if he didn’t touch you more soon, his words would get you off first. He taps your clit a few times and you moan a little too loudly. Luckily, you two were alone.

“Fingers! Ah, please, I love your fingers,” You admitted through gritted teeth. Shawn was a little shocked actually. He didn’t know you liked his fingers like that, and it honestly made this all the more hot. Your pleading was a turn on for him, the indirect pleasure going straight down to his strained cock.

“You like… my fingers?” He said less confidently than before, but still seductively. You nodded rapidly, making him groan with your impatience. His fingers went from tapping your clit to sliding between your slick folds. Your breathing was heavy, but your inhales were short in anticipation. Suddenly, he curled two digits right inside of you and you gasped for at least the third time today.

His middle and ring finger were doing wonders on you. He curled them smoothly as he sunk them deeper inside of you. Shawn’s rings made you shiver from the contrast of their coolness and the humidity you’ve created. Your hand was roughly scratching the top of the couch and your head was slammed against the armrest in bliss.

“M-more please,” You begged him in your sweaty state. Your hair was sticking to your forehead now, and the hairs on your skin were rising the closer you got to finishing.

“Since you asked so nicely, princess,” He looked at you devilishly through his eyelashes and inserted his index finger. You haven’t had this much sexual adrenaline in a long time, and you missed it. You’re glad it’s with someone like Shawn, and not like your exes.

“Oh- fuck,” You whined, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. Your pussy was clenching around his digits as your arousal leaked from you. There was a knot forming in your stomach that was ready to unravel any moment now. Your puffy lips were pulsing intensely, while his thumb reached to rub your clit. The pleasure was so overwhelming and you were sensitive now. Before you could even moan it out, he said it for you.

“C‘mon, cum for me, Y/N,” He whispered dirty and sweetly close to your face as his movements increased in speed. Your hand gripped his arm, right over his butterfly tattoo, and that alone sent you over the edge. The coil in your abdomen exploded as you finished all over his hand. He licks his fingers off, full of your cum and arousal.

You are definitely the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“Shawn,” You start breathlessly. He was really leaving you speechless. Your knees were bent on either side of him as he rubbed you slowly, helping you calm down. “that was amazing.”

“I’m glad. You deserve nothing less,” He leans down to kiss you lovingly, nudging your perspiring nose in the process. He gets up from the couch to get a washcloth for you and you sit up tiredly on the sofa.

“How about a bath, babe?” He shouts as he walks back into the small living room, you nodding sleepily. He cleans you off simply and lazily throws the rag on the coffee table in front of him. He takes a long double-take at his notebook, resting empty and fresh. A pen is squished between the blank pages, full of black ink and inspiration. A small lightbulb, that was once dull, grows brightly in his head.

“I think I have an idea for a song.”

—

Usually, you ignore the comments and just save the pictures to your camera roll, but today you were bored, as Shawn was at the studio all day and you were just laying around the apartment. 

Here were some of the comments that stood out to you, “Wow, is she pregnant or just fat?”, “Shawn is so buff, how could he be with someone like HER?”, “Is that a smoothie in her hand or a milkshake?”, “Shawn’s just with her, so he can get good PR and shows he will date fat girls.” 

Tears start to roll down your face and you throw your phone on the couch next to you. How can people be so mean? you think. Also, Is Shawn really only with me for PR? 

You get up and open up your laptop to start researching gyms, but after a while that makes your head spin, so you get up and make a green drink. Keys turn in the door and Shawn arrives home.

“Hey, babe! I’m home,” Shawn yelled as he comes through the door. 

“In the kitchen,” you yelled back. 

Shawn comes in and wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on your neck. He stops abruptly when he realizes what you’re making.

“(Y/N)... is that for me? Cause I already ate.” Shawn inquired.

“No, it’s for me,” you replied, pouring the drink into a glass. 

“But, you hate those,” Shawn said. “Yeah, but I figured I’d try something new,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the drink. You almost gag from the taste but try to hide it from Shawn.

“Ok….” Shawn hesitated. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. I’m exhausted.” 

“Sounds good, Shawn,” you replied. You pinch your nose and gulp down the rest of the shake before putting the rest of it into the fridge. 

When you walk out to the living room, you see Shawn with your laptop on his lap, looking stunned. 

“Babe, what’s all this? Do you wanna join a gym?” he asked. 

“Well, I was thinking about it…” you said. 

Shawn looks directly at you and realizes your face is splotchy and red. “You made a green drink, you are researching gyms, and your face looks like you either have really bad allergies, which I know you don’t, or you’ve been crying. Spill,” he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you into him. 

“It’s nothing. I just figured, maybe I’d try to be healthier. You know… lose a little weight,” you said, taking your phone in your hand before Shawn could see the pictures.

“Babe, it’s good that you want to be healthier, but I told you, you don’t need to lose weight. You are so beautiful,” Shawn said, leaning in to kiss you. 

The second he kisses you, you can’t help it, and you start crying mid-kiss. At this point, Shawn is worried and got a little mad now. “Y/N. Please tell me what’s wrong. I am not going to let it go until you do,” he said. 

You pick up your phone and show him the picture of you two that brought you to this spiral. “That’s a picture of us… what’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“Read the comments…” you choke out.

“Oh no, love. NEVER read the comments, you know that” Shawn said, taking your phone. As he scrolled through your phone to read the comments, you composed yourself and waited for his reaction. 

Shawn sighed and put down the phone. “I fucking HATE trolls,” he said, getting up and pacing back and forth. He stopped and looked at you and replied with, “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” 

You shook your head, still wiping the tears from your face. “Tell me one thing, Shawn.”

“Anything (Y/N),” he said, coming back to sit on the couch next to you. 

“Why are you dating me? Is it all PR?” you manage to get out.

“WHAT?!? Are you crazy? Why would you think our relationship is PR? Because of those stupid internet trolls? NEVER listen to them. Seriously” he said, bringing you in for a hug.

“I guess I just read into too much. I’m sorry,” you said, interlocking your fingers with him. 

“We have a good thing going here, babe, Don’t ruin it by overthinking. They’re just jealous of our love,” he said. You smiled and gave Shawn a big bear hug, climbing on his lap. 

“You know I love everything about you, (Y/N),” he continued, kissing you. “From your crooked teeth, which are my favorite,” that made you smile, “to your beautiful stretch marks.” 

“Yeah, those…” you said, rolling your eyes. 

Shawn carried you into your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. He started kissing down your body until he reached your thighs. “If these stretch marks aren’t the most natural and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, then I don’t wanna see anything ever again,’ he said in between kisses. 

He looked up at you and saw you crying again. “What’s wrong now?” he asked.

“You heal me when I’m broken and make loving me seem so easy. These are happy tears, I promise,” you laugh. 

“You’re not hard to love. You’re beautiful, funny, kind, and just as big of a Harry Potter nerd as I am,” Shawn smiles and lies down next to you on the bed. “Plus, you give great blowjobs,” he jokes.

You laugh and kiss him once more. “I don’t deserve you,” you said.

“I don’t deserve YOU,” he replied. “You make my worst days better.” 

Shawn starts kissing you again and taking off your shirt. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are and how crazy you make me.”

“I think I can tell the crazy apart already. Haha,” you said, as you palm his growing boner. 

After you have the most passionate and best sex of your relationship, you think to yourself. This is the kind of thing I always hoped I’d find. 

Drew was still here, and as sweet as he was, Shawn wanted nothing more than to knock him out and shut him up. He kept harping on the news story, asking questions to both Athena and him that they didn’t want to answer. Over the past half an hour, he had been watching Athena and Drew work. Customers were pouring in slowly now, coming by periodically rather than overwhelming the baristas who were far too concerned with other topics. 

“It’s been great guys, but I’ve gotta go.” Drew finally says, eyes scanning the clock. “My eleven o’clock class is gonna kick my ass, by sunshine.” He spoke, kissing Athena’s cheek lightly before sending Shawn a little wave, “Bye Shawn, nice meeting you!”

Athena bid him farewell, walking him to the door and holding it open as he made his way out. She was stalling, even though she had over half an hour to think up something to say she still wasn't prepared to talk to Shawn. She had a feeling he’d be making a confession, one that she didn't want to hear. She makes sure the door closes all the way, keeping the cold Toronto air out. 

“I have a feeling you’re upset with me.”

Sighing, Athena turns around and faces Shawn who has spun on his chair to look at her as well. She takes slow strides towards him as she replies, “I’m not upset Shawn, I have not reason to be upset with you. I’m definitely confused, but not upset.”

Shawn frowns at her reply, he can tell she’s frustrated over not knowing anything. He’d love to tell her, right here and right now but it was too soon. God forbid he were to tell her and she freaked out, then not only him but also his entire pack would be screwed. He sympathizes with her, not quite knowing how she feels but still he has a good idea. 

“I know you’re confused,” He stands from his chair and walks over to her, forcing her to have to tilt her head back to look up at him. She looks adorable from this angle, a different view from the one he usually had of her from over the counter. Her skin was smooth and his finger tips were itching to run over the silky expanse of it. Lips a bit rosier than they aways looked from the constant pressure of her teeth against them as she thought. 

He stands there towering over her and her heart is racing in her chest. He’s so close that all she wants to do is reach out and touch, and it physically hurts not to. His lips are taunting her as they move, pretty words coming from his pretty mouth. As intense and mentally demanding as this moment was, all she could do was focus on the feeling of having him so close to her. All his imperfections in her clear view, every inch of exposed skin for her to let her eyes explore. 

“I wish more than anything,” Shawn says with a soft, low voice. “That I could tell you everything I want to right now, but I can’t. It hurts to have to keep it away from you, It hurts so much Thena.” 

He prays that she can sympathize with him, prays that she’ll understand and just let him slide. But she's Thena, and if there is one thing that he knew about her, it was he inability to let things slide. She would poke and prod as long as she had to in order to get the truth. Ruthless is what she was, and suddenly ruthless was all he wanted. 

“I don’t understand S,” She murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. Her head drops, facing the ground now. “You say it hurts to not tell me, yet you also say that you can’t tell me anything. It’s a lose-lose situation and I’m here standing in front of you right now,” She looks up now, eyes holding a look of adoration as she takes a step closer to him, their chests touching the slightest bit. “I’m here right now, and I’m begging you to tell me. I need this constant nagging in my head to stop, I need you to tell me.”

“I want to,” Shawn replies, large hands shocking her as they cup her cheeks gently. He smiles as she reaches up and touches his wrists lightly, cocking her head to the side as he speaks. He’s whispering now, voice raspy and holding a new level of emotion. “I want to tell you so bad Thena, but I don’t think you’re ready to know.” Shawn’s torn. His heart is telling him one thing but his mind is telling him another. 

“I am ready!” She reasons. “Whatever it is that you want to tell me, I’m ready for it.” She had no idea what he could possibly be keeping from her, and she wasn’t even sure if the two of them were referencing to the same thing but she had a pretty good idea that they were. There was something not quite adding up and Shawn knew that telling her what she wanted to hear would allow her to connect all the puzzle pieces together. She questions whether or not to say what she’s thinking, but in a spur of the moment decision it slips out anyways. “I have something that is killing me too, I want to tell you it but I can’t, I just don’t know how you’ll react.”

She internally winces at her own words as her finger tips traces up and down Shawn warm skin. His hands are still holding her face in the most gentle way ever, and every second that passes Athena finds herself melting further and further into his touch. 

She's so precious, just under his fingertips yet she feels so far away. Out of reach but right here in front of him, begging him for something that both of them knew he wasn't going to be giving up today. She tells him that she also has a secret and it lights a fire inside of him and he begins to wonder if that secret is the reason behind his wolf trying to push him away from her. “What’s your secret Thena?”

His eyes grow intense, staring at her with a look that lets her know that he’s trying to decipher her piece by piece. She giggles lightly at the question, not fully expecting it. “Not a chance of me telling you S, not a chance.” She doesn't realize what she’s said until after she's said it, and suddenly she feels bad for harassing Shawn over his secret. 

Her giggle lightens the mood, and it’s like the sound has lifted a weight off of his shoulders and suddenly he can breathe again. She is a puzzle, and Shawn wants nothing more than to pick her a part piece by piece and study her for hours before putting her back together again. What they’re talking about, not matter how heavy it might be, it wasn't the end of the world and they both knew that deep down. In five minutes from now they’d probably be flirting over the counter top again, Shawn sipping at his now cold coffee while Athena entertained him. The pack was probably curious as the where he went off to, but it wasn’t any of their concern, and he sure as hell didn’t have to answer to any beta or omega. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Shawn smirks, hands traveling from her cheeks to the back of her neck. Long fingers ravel their way into her hair, nails scratching her scalp soothingly. Her eyes droop shut at the feeling making Shawn’s smirk grow even wider. “When you’re ready to tell me you’re secret, I’ll tell you mine.”

She could cry when he scratches her scalp, playing with her hair was the way to her heart. His voice pulls her out of the blissfulness and she can’t help but agree with his proposal. “I suppose that’s fair, but be prepared to wait a while until I tell you my secret.” She reaches up and tugs his head down so she can whisper into his ear, “It’s kind of scary and I don’t want to scare you away.”

He could die when she pulls him down towards her, his heart begging for him to move his head just a little bit to the side and get a taste of those gorgeous lips. A small growl rumbles in his chest at the thought, and luckily it seems to go unnoticed by Athena who's still whispering nicely into his ear with that honey sweet voice, driving him crazy. His mind was racing, and she was surrounding him completely and he wanted nothing more than to make her feel the same. Her words pull him from his thoughts, eyebrows furrowing as he releases her hold from behind his neck. He remains close to her for a moment longer, not wanting this moment to end. “I’m sure your secret isn’t half as scary as mine.”

She shrugs at his words, taking a step away from him before making her way back behind the counter. She picks his cup up and winces at the feeling of the cool liquid through the cardboard cup. “What’s even scarier is cold coffee,” She scrunches her nose and dumps the drink. “Do you want another Shawn?” She hopes that he says yes, she wants him to stay a bit longer. She still has so many questions she’d like to ask him. From what he’s told her in the past few minutes, his secret might be just as bad as hers.

He frowns when she walks away from him, leaving him standing there like a lovesick fool wishing for her to be back under his fingers. She asks him if he’d like another coffee and he has to stop himself from jumping to say yes. He really shouldn’t stay, he should be getting back home to make sure his pack didn't kill themselves somehow. But, instead of leaving her pulls his phone out and shoots Geoff a text asking how things are going before saying, “Yes I’ll take another Thena.” He watches her relax when he says that he’ll stay and the simple action sends his heart soaring. She wanted him around just as much as he wanted her around and that was clear to see. 

Happiness surges through her when he says he’ll take another coffee, meaning he’ll most likely be sticking around for at least another half an hour. She as happy that their conversation a few minutes ago hadn’t changed anything between them, happy that he was acting like his normal self. Their conversation could have taken a quick turn downwards, but it didn't. They’re them. they’re Shawn and Athena, two opposite souls yet one mutual, confusing attraction.

She sets the drink down for him and as per usual she refuses any type of payment only to have him roll his eyes and over pay her. She refuses the money, knowing he’ll end up leaving it before he heads out anyways. He takes a sip of his coffee, staring at her as she speaks, “You’re like, really hot.”For the second time that week, Athena is almost sprayed with coffee. 

She refuses payment once again and Shawn promises to himself to leave the money behind for her before he leaves. She then blurts out the most absurd confession and it takes him by surprise. Shawn chokes on his coffee, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling as he coughs. He looks at her shocked, voice a bit deeper as he still struggles to breath properly, “What the hell has gotten into you Thena?”

He was thoroughly shocked at her words, losing his mind and replaying what she had said on repeat. It was nothing but an ego boost and a little bit of validation for him. Knowing that the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen thought he was hot, it made him a bit stupid in the head. 

“Sorry,” She says sheepishly. She was embarrassed for letting that slip, she hadn’t meant to. The way he’s looking at her right now makes her giddy. He’s staring at her as if the whole world revolved around her, as if she was holding his heart in her hands and molding it to her liking. He's looking at her in a way that was making her feel powerful, and she loved it. 

“Don’t be sorry, please for the love of god don’t be sorry,” Shawn reassures, reaching across the counter to grab her hand. His thumb runs over the top of her hand soothingly when he says. “Now please, continue.”

“I- what do you mean?”

“I mean, please continue on telling me what you find so,” He pauses, eyes narrowing in on her. He watches her gulp under his gaze, and continues, “Hot about me.” It was a long shot, and he knew it. Athena- being herself, most likely wouldn’t do what he had asked of her without a bit of incentive to encourage her. He can tell from the look on her face that she wasn’t going to tell him what he wanted to hear, so he said, “Tell me, and I’ll do the same for you honey. I find you quite exquisite.”

He teases her in the most subtle, yet sexy way. Mocking her yet complimenting her right afterwards. She thinks he’s insane. Absolutely, positively insane but she can’t stop herself from blushing at his words and beginning to tell him what she knows he wants to hear. “Things I find hot about you,” She says teasingly. “It’s quite a short list if i’m being honest.” Shawn’s face drops at her words and she smiles, “I’m kidding Shawn, I’m kidding. One thing I find quite hot is your hands, they’re gorgeous.”

“Mmm,” Shawn hums, picking his hands up and putting them on display for her, “These hands?” She flushes under his gaze and he gets just a bit more obsessed with her. She always looks so effortlessly gorgeous and Shawn was dying to tell her all the things he loved about her.

“Oh, yeah those hands,” She gulps, Shawn was obviously enjoying teasing her. She was feeling a bit hot and bothered as he stared her down, fingers wiggling in the air teasingly. 

“You look flustered love, you okay?” He pulls out a new nickname- knowing that if he’s calculated his words correctly, it’ll drive her to insanity. The ringing of his phone pulls him from their moment and he sighs, picking it up and answering it.

She could die when he calls her love, and she knows she's in for plenty of teasing until his phone rings. She lets out a breath of relief as he speaks lowly to someone on the phone before standing up from his chair and placing it back at the table it belonged to. Athena frowned as he did so, knowing that meant that he’d be leaving now. 

Picking up his coffee, Shawn can’t help but notice the look of disappointment of Athena’s face. “Hey,” he says softly, reaching out and brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Turn that frown upside down, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He felt guilty for leaving, but duty was calling and according to Geoff’s call there was a pack threat back home. As the alpha, the pack came before anything else, no matter how badly he wanted to watch that anything else make coffee for the next four hours. 

“Okay S,” She says with a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She doesn’t want him to leave, she wants him right here with her forever, but she’d never come right out and say that. Plus, what he was leaving for must be important seeing how quickly he had gotten up and ready to go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Thena, by love.”

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He nodded, leaning away from your neck a little, to look down at you. You turned your head to take a good look at him as he pressed his palms on your side to turn you to him. You let go of the cutlery you were drying, as you promised your mom you’d do so, and turned completely to him, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist, pulling your body against his warm one.

He took a few steps, pushing you with him, until you were standing against the counter, Shawn pressing his body against yours. You could already feel the tension as you placed your hands over his biceps, sliding them up until you reached his shoulders, where you rested your hands, massaging him softly, eyes always locked on his while his gaze traveled all around your body, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

“The back door was opened and I missed you.” He whispered as he stared down at your lips, watering his own.

You got a little distracted as he massaged his bottom lip with his rosy, very tasteful, tongue and quickly looked back up at his eyes as he started to lean in. You pressed your hands firmly against his shoulders as you leaned away from him, trying to make him distance himself softly, worried about the fact that you didn’t know if your parents were still up or not.

“My parents are upstairs.” You whispered, realizing he hadn’t turned his gaze away from your lips, only leaning in slowly, more and more.

“I didn’t make any noise.” He smiled, moving one of his hands from your waist, up your spine, slowly sliding it up against the thin fabric of your shirt, pressing his fingers hard on your body, finally placing his palm against the back of your neck, not allowing you to lean away.

Your eyes widened as you felt his touch on your neck, noticing him biting his lip teasingly.

“Yeah, but I could have screamed!” You whispered as you looked at him, still trying to make your point that he couldn’t just burst through the back door, a habit he had to lose actually.

Shawn bumped his forehead against yours as he stared down at you, having a clear vision of your neckline. He chuckled as he looked down at you, his other hand wandering around your waist, pulling your shirt up, pressing his cool fingertips against your skin and you, consequently, let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Well I like to make you scream.” He stated, eyes traveling back up, stopping on your neck as he unraveled his forehead from yours and leaned in, slowly.

You could feel his hot breath. Your chest started to tighten and getting heavier as his lips parted against the skin of your neck again. Your stomach twisted as Shawn let his hands stroke the skin on your waist, not pressing his hands on you, leaving a trail of shivers behind every part of your waist and back he slightly touched, as he moved his hands up your torso.

“You’re rather touchy, tonight.” You smiled ignoring his comeback, taking one hand to his hair as you eased your strong grip on his shoulders, letting him come closer.

“I missed you.” He muttered against your skin.

He knew what he was doing to you and your mind was already spinning whenever he twirled his tongue against your skin, breathing over it, sending a fresh wave to your skin. You shrugged in your place, wrapping your free arm around his neck. Shawn leaned his waist against yours, rubbing himself on you. You could already feel his growing boner but you weren’t admired.

Shawn had been home for two days, but due to your classes and his family gatherings you hadn’t been properly together. You had dinner date the day before and he obviously couldn’t take another second and by the time he nibbled your ear, you were sure you couldn’t either.

“Hmm-mm, really?” You hummed as he kept running his lips on your skin, the touch on your waist getting firmer.

He nodded against the crook of your neck and you let your head fall slowly, trying not to hit the top cabinet.

“You know what else I miss?” He mumbled against your neck. This must be good.

“What?” You almost whispered, smiling as he buried his head further on your neck.

You closed your eyes, feeling him breathing on your skin, his nose was rubbing your ear as he moved his head up, brushing his lips against that little spot just behind your ear.

“Something only you can do.” He whispered, voice raspy.

You tightened your grip on his hair. He let out a breath as you shivered with his words against your ear. You could feel his cheeks rise as he smiled at your sudden reaction. He repeated, wanting more of you. You felt his lips brushing against that spot again and smiled.

“A massage?” You played innocent. You wanted to hear it from him, whatever it was.

You bit your bottom lip as he pressed himself against you again. You shrugged on your place when he leaned in, rubbing his nose on your neck again, letting out a chuckle against your neck. You felt your stomach twist at the sound of it and how his chest trembled against you, only imagining your legs trembling the same way, or harder, with the way he was speaking to you both with that voice tone and the fact that he was doing it against your neck.

“That too…” He smiled and leaned his forehead against the side of your head, making yours tilt a little more to the side, only showing off more skin for him to kiss away, not that you minded at all.

You felt his hand go up your spine and then sliding it around your sides just under the hem of your laced bra. He slid one finger under it, unraveling his forehead and leaning back to look at you. Your grip weakened on his hair as he slid his fingers just under your breasts as he looked at you, giving you a sly smile.

“A nice head.” He almost whispered, eyes locked on yours.

You swore you could feel your breath increase and your head throbbing at the thought of it. You sure missed giving him one, you just never thought he would be so eager about it.

He took his finger off letting the bra fall back on your skin, your eyes blinking fast as you felt the fabric hitting back your skin. Your waist doddered against the counter as you looked at him. He bit his bottom lip hiding his large smirk as he watched your body instantly react to him. You couldn’t help it. You started smirking at him, wetted your lips slowly, stealing his attention away as his smirk faded and he cleared his throat. You let out a chuckle.

“Only I can do? How cheesy.” You commented, raising him a brow.

Shawn let out a laugh and nodded at you. He was blown away at how beautiful you looked with your teasing mouth, your big eyes staring right through him. There was nothing he wanted more than just you. He was lusting for you so much, he could fall on his knees before you and beg for all of you.

“Honey believe me.” He breathed, leaning in and staring down at your lips. “There is no mouth like yours.” He said, taking a breath after as if you took it all away.

You let out a giggle, your cheeks getting rosier as you felt them burning due to the way he breathed out those words. Your heart was starting to beat faster and you could feel the tension between your legs intensifying.

“Shawn.” You warned.

He removed his hands from your waist and placed them next to your sides, each on one side, over the counter as he tried to keep his balance, looking down at you and leaning closer, hovering you.

You watched his shoulders tense and you could only imagine what he looked like from behind with those broad shoulders, capable of making you travel to the clouds and come back in seconds, thousands of times in a row. You were weak for that. You smiled and looked down, turing your head to the side as he got closer, trying to steal a kiss from you. Your hand went down stopping at his chest as you tried to push him back. He loved when you didn’t expect his dirty comebacks and got all shy about it. Your other free arm went down, letting go of him as you crossed it over your chest trying to create a barrier.

“You look so sexy in that apron.” He smirked down at you, leaning in, eyes becoming darker as he looked down at your for the 10th time that night. You giggled.

“Oh my God.” You said quietly, nodding and resting your forehead against his chest trying to push him back a little more, cheeks heating up harder than next time. He kept leaning in and your eyes stopped at the bugle in his jeans and you swore it looked right back at you pleading to breathe. You nodded and turned your head back up at him. “Babe, my parents.” You tried to warn you.

He was fucking desperate. He ignored you and kept nodding his head, absolutely lost in his own thoughts of you going down on him, leaning in closer to you.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you in my kitchen with an apron.” He almost whispered, his gaze locked on your lips. You gave him a quiet giggle.

“Yeah, I’m sure I only had an apron on.” You teased, now facing him. His eyes met yours as you bit your lip, moving your hand up from his chest, to place it in his neck. The hand you had crossed over your chest went back to his torso, sliding it down as you felt his abs tense once you got further down on him, stopping your fingertips at the waistband of his jeans.

“You’re not helping darling.” His voice was deeper. It was something it drove you crazy.

Whenever you teased Shawn, it seemed like he got tenser, not wanting to burst against you and take you down in minutes. He loved how you played around with him, and you loved how serious he got over it. He seemed breathless once you started teasing more and his soft voice changed completely, sending you this heat wave up your thighs.

You leaned closer to him, your nose brushing against his. He looked at you attentively, completely unaware of your hand going down on him, his eyes lost in yours, then in your neck, down to your neckline as he watched your breathing increase, driving him crazier.

You pressed your palm against his boner which startled him. He let out a breathy moan against your lips. You smiled.

“But do you need my help?” You whispered.

“Fuck.” He mumbled thrusting his hip against your palm. You leaned in and crashed your lips into his.

Shawn took the opportunity in seconds. He leaned closer, opening his mouth and welcoming you. He breathed in as if he was sucking your tongue when you pressed it against his own. The kiss was heating up. You kept massaging his bugle and he kept thrusting his hips against you, slower as he let you take control. You felt one of his hands move from the counter and resting on your side while he gave it a hard squeeze. You breathed into his mouth, the kiss growing sloppier. His tongue wasn’t in sync. He was eager for your mouth down on him and you gave him a little preview, taking his tongue in-between your teeth, gently, sucking on it. He moaned inside your mouth as you kissed him, closing your mouth and taking your hand down to the place of his balls and slid it up harder. He shut his eyes strongly. He moaned your name against your mouth when you broke the kiss, pressing your hand harder against his chest and pushing him back.

He looked down at you, eyes wide in confusion when he hit the kitchen island, taking both of his hands to hold your sides, trying not to collapse at how hard you pressed him against the hard wooden island. You gave him a cheeky smile, your eyes traveling down to your hand on his hard crotch.

“What are you doing?” He was breathless.

“We’re in my place, we do it my way.” You said quietly.

Your eyes traveled to the kitchen entrance. There was no one there and the entire house was silent. You looked back at Shawn quickly. He removed one of his hands from your waist to place it back on the kitchen island, trying to hold himself straight as you kept pressuring him back, leaning in. He tried to hide his smile, noticing you two had changed positions, which he absolutely loved.

“Are you scared because you know I make you scream that hard?” He teased. You were not letting him take this one.

“No.” You nodded, biting your lip and leaning in. Shawn’s hold tensed on your side as you rubbed your lips against his ear. “But you aren’t screaming either.” You remarked, leaning away from him and planting a peck on his cheek, standing back on your place, your body against his as he looked down at you.

You noticed his cheeks growing rosier, his lips parted in surprise at what you had just said. He was surely not expecting that from you.

“What?” His mouth was still parted as he breathed out. You bit your lip and nodded at him.

“We’re doing it my way.” You smiled, leaning in.

Shawn’s lips were still parted in surprise. You brushed your lips against his, teasingly, not kissing him as you moved further. Your fingers played with the button of his jeans, trying to unbutton them, feeling his bugle rubbing against your hands. It was turning him more on and you loved to see how you had him in your hand, literally. You let your lips rub against the skin of his neck, slowly placing small pecks on it. You pushed his jeans down and he took the hand from your side to help you out. He quickly placed his hand under his boxers, holding his own length, your hand moving now to his side, raising his shirt a little as he touched himself against you.

You opened your mouth and let your tongue slid around his skin, the taste of his perfume dancing around your tongue. Shawn had his eyes closed and his lips parted. He let out a breathy moan when you nibbled his neck.

“For how long can you keep quiet?” You breathed into the crook of his neck, starting to go down on him, your lips now against his collar bone.

“Stop using my lines against me.” He hissed, his hand bumping against your waist as he slowly moved it around his cock.

You placed both of your hands on his sides, lifting his shirt, revealing his tense muscles. His abs were defined as he leaned against the kitchen island, his arm already trembling over it as he tried to hold himself and keep his balance, already getting weak.

Shawn shut his eyes tightly and bit his bottom lip eagerly when he felt your warm mouth on his chest. You kissed his skin, twirling your tongue down his torso as you breathed in all the sleepless nights from the time he had been away. You started to go lower, breathing in his absence from the past few months he had working away. You tasted every bit of cologne you scented in your dreams whenever you imagined what it would be like when he came back home. Your touch intensified, your fingers pressed hard against his sides, holding up his shirt, as if you held his tiredness and took it all away with you, to ease the tension he had been carrying himself in the days he stood up late at the studio. He was holding back his throaty moans, throwing his head back and breathing out, pumping his hand on your chin as you reached down on him, giving himself to you completely, letting go of his length, gasping for hair as you planted sweet kisses on his v-line like they were seeds that would make his love grow even more for you, something he had been craving for days.

You kneeled before him and let go of his shirt. He rested his forearm on the kitchen island using his hand to reach for the shirt and hold it up a little.

You looked up at him. His shoulders were no longer tense, although he was trying hard not to make any noise. You took his boner in your hand, slipping out your tongue. You let it slid up his boner, finally tasting him. He let out a throaty moan and you squeezed your touch on his side as if you were reminding him to keep quiet. He looked down at you as you bat your lashes up at him, twisting your tongue over the tip of his dick, giving him the most innocent look as you blew slightly after wetting it. The fresh wave you sent down his legs made him shift in his place.

“Oh my God!” He moaned quietly, throwing his head back, chest rising up and down in an unsteady place.

You felt his hand on your hair and you didn’t waste more time, you took him in his mouth in one move, your upper lip covering your teeth as you let it slide down. You took him all in, quickly pushing back at how big he had grown. You couldn’t always do it but you kept your eyes up on him noticing he was struggling, almost crying out to be precise. You held your breath and closed your eyes, shutting them tightly, repeating it. You did it slowly but then pushed back quickly, not wanting to gag just then. You felt his body quiver like you had sent him an electric shock. You knew you had to be fast but you were sure he wouldn’t last long either.

You could feel the hard veins of his cock against your tongue as you twirled it around him. His hand was now pressed against the back of your head. His head was still thrown back as he pushed you gently further on him. You moved your head forward and then back, in a steady pace. You used your tongue, tangling it around his cock. He cursed under his breath as you sucked your cheeks against his length, going deeper every time he pushed you further on him. You held your breath for as much time as you could and sucked harder on him, absorbing his full length before pulling out, letting out a rather loud, greedy sound.

You felt Shawn move and looked up at him, giving him a smile. His eyes were wide at the sound you let out. You took your mouth to your hand to cover it, trying not to giggle. He gave you a lazy smile, his eyes clenching in ecstasy.

“Ups...” You whispered and shrugged, taking your tongue out sliding it up and down on his length. He bit his lip as he watched you, massaging your head, tangling his fingers around your hair, picking some strands away from your face, not wanting them to get in your way.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered, his voice almost cracking in the end as he watched you taking you in again.

You fastened the pace now. You closed your eyes and hummed against him as you tasted him with every bit of your tongue. He cursed under his breath and kept his eyes on you, shifting in his place as he watched you taking him in your mouth fully, in a firm way. He bit his bottom lip harshly, his muscles tensing. He was feeling it coming as you let out these sloppy sounds, sucking on him harder and taking your hand to hold the bottom of his boner, forcing it to slide around the sides of your mouth, his tip rubbing against the insides of your cheeks. You felt his hold on your hair tighten and you pressed your lips harder against him, pushing back, sucking his tip only. You knew there was a spot that made him weak and you were dying to find it and have him give in to you, in the most weak and vulnerable way possible. Both your upper and bottom lip covered your teeth as you moved your head faster on him, but steadily.

You felt Shawn pulling your hair back to stop you, but you weren’t giving in easily. Although, most of the times, Shawn was the one taking control, whenever you decided you wanted to do it, you loved to see him get this vulnerable, almost pleading you to stop. He couldn’t make any sound so you know he was struggling and there was nothing more pleasant than see your mess of a boyfriend releasing to the gentle touch of your lips and the games your tongue was playing around him. You didn’t want to give in. You wanted the careless hand on his hip, feeling his body tremble as you pushed your tongue over your bottom lip, tasting him in that very spot. You wanted this instant “animal” he was holding back. You wanted to try everything you hadn’t done with him, spending all the unforgiving chances you got, like crazy. You wanted what you had been thinking about twice, what had been holding you back. You could taste his pre-cum already and you instantly got it down your throat, swallowing.

Shawn moved his hand from your hair to your chin, trying to break the contact and pull you back.

“Baby!” He moaned quietly, breathing out as he started bending, looking at you.

You hummed against him. He took your hand away from the bottom of his his length, holding it himself. You didn’t break the contact, you knew he was close and you wanted to taste every bit of him. You secretly wanted the abyss, the space in-between his legs, the way his sweat rolled down his neck and the indescribable way of Shawn’s expressions once he let himself cum in your mouth.

It was sudden and it was the first time you tasted him. You opened your eyes widely, not counting on it. You heard him whimper when you pushed back, his eyebrows pressed together as you looked up at him. His hand covered your eyes and you shifted in your place, your knees killing you. Shawn’s hand working around himself as you felt his cum fall all over your mouth. He let out a loud breath.

Once he was done, he took the hand away from your eyes and slid it down your cheek, caressing it as he looked down at you in awe. He leaned down and planted a peck on your forehead.

“You were absolutely amazing.” He whispered.

You smiled and licked your lips after, still tasting the salty remains of him. You breathed out, feeling the pressure in between your legs as you stood up.

Shawn leaned back, pulling up his pants and cleaning himself with his own boxers as he put his clothes back on. He was sweating like there was no tomorrow and you were (secretly) proud of yourself. You turned around and leaned over the sink to drink some water and clean your mouth and cheeks. You turned around to find Shawn still leaning against the island counter as you dried your mouth with the kitchen cloth.

He extended his hand and you took it. He pulled you closer to him, his breathing still hasty. You leaned in, your chest pressed against his. He smiled down at you and pecked your lips, one arm around your waist and the other going up as he placed one hand on your cheek, holding you close to him.

“Your turn.” He whispered, not taking his mind away from the fact that you must be a mess down in the middle of your thighs. You let out a chuckle and nodded. He frowned.

“No need baby. It was all you tonight.” You smiled and he hardened his frown, leaning his head back a little to look at you.

You couldn’t deny you were all hot and bothered down there and it was quite uncomfortable, and you sure missed him like hell, but you kept nodding at him.

“What do you mean?” He whispered, caressing your cheek.

You placed both hands over the kitchen island, next to each of his sides and leant in, smirking at him.

“I took a shower before you came.” You bit your lip. His eyes widened in seconds. “I didn’t know you were cum.. coming, sorry.” You shrugged teasingly, dropping your eye in a wink. You knew he understood exactly what you meant.

“Y/N..” He warned, eyes still wide. His hand moved down to your chin, his thumb and index finger holding it lightly. “Don’t push it.” He nodded. You didn’t even think.

“Did I stutter?” You kept teasing.

“You’re pushing it for a second round.” He smirked at you, removing his hand from your chin and placing it up in the crook of your neck. You let out a laugh and started to lean away from him.

His hands fell on his sides as you stepped back, eyes locked on his. You nodded.

“It’s fine baby.” You shrugged innocently and then smirked at him again. “You wouldn’t handle it.” You challenged.

Shawn’s lips parted and he unraveled from the kitchen island, getting closer to you.

“Oh, you’re on.” He nodded, grinning at you as he leaned in extending his arms to wrap them around your legs, twisting you and throwing you over his shoulder in seconds.

You let out a squeal and he squeezed your bum, hushing you. You covered your mouth with your hand quickly, eyes wide.

He started to walk out of the kitchen but you felt him stop quickly. You tried to look back but you didn’t need to. You heard your mom’s slippers brush against the kitchen tiles and you gasped quietly.

“Y/N, swee..” Her eyes were clenched due to the bright lights. She was asleep before. She was about to ask you something when she faced Shawn. “Shawn? I didn..” He nervously cut her off.

“Oh..” He stuttered, holding you over his shoulder. You could swear you had invented a new shade of red yourself, when you felt your cheeks burn. “Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” He stuttered.

“Is everything okay?” She was absolutely clueless about what was happening. You nodded quickly. There’s no way this is happening right now.

“I’m sorry we woke you up.” You said quietly, trying to turn and take a look at her since Shawn was the one facing her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you I was coming. I was planning on making Y/N a surprise.” He lied. What a bootlicker. You rolled your eyes, placing your hand on Shawn’s lower back, along with the other, trying to hold yourself in place as you looked at your mom once Shawn started walking out.

“It’s not like you need an invitation either, darling.” She said, sweetly. Her voice was still coming out quieter due to fact she had just woken up and she couldn’t even open her eyes properly. Shawn smiled politely and nodded.

“Thank you. Good night.” He smiled, turning away, making his way to your bedroom.

You watched your mom get inside the kitchen but she quickly came to the door, looking at the both of you.

“Shawn.” She called. He stopped and he twisted quickly, your head spinning already, you let out a giggle and quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Shawn tried not to laugh as he faced her. “Are you staying for lunch tomorrow?” Oh my God mom. Shawn started to nod. “It’s meatloaf.” She said quietly, standing by the door.

You almost puked with the way you held back your laughter. Shawn let out chuckle and nodded.

“I’d love to.” He spoke in-between giggles, feeling your stomach tense as it trembled against his shoulder while you laughed quietly.

He gave your mother a quiet ‘good night’ again and rushed into the corridor to take you to your room as you kept laughing. Shawn was grinning, holding it back.

“I hate meatloaf.” You stated in between-giggles, still picturing your naïve, sleepy mother making small talk after what had just happened in her own kitchen.

“I’ll get you to love it in seconds, don’t worry.”