Shawn Mendes one shots

Harder (Smut)

After Karen and I picked up Shawn at the airport, we went straight back to their house to spend the night. Though Shawn would have rather gone home, he'd finally given in after a couple of hours pouting childishly in the car from the airport and back to Pickering.

It wasn't that I didn't understand that he wanted to spend his first night back in his own apartment, but his cousin were graduating tomorrow and driving all the way back and forth two days in a row was just stupid when Karen and Manny had left Shawn's old room untouched since he moved.

Karen handed me another clean bowl and I tiptoed to put it back on its place on the shelf above my head.

"Do you think he's asleep already?" Karen asked me, dipping her fingers into the warm water and pulling up another clean spoon.

After dinner, Shawn had gone to his old room while the rest of us had been eating ice cream and playing cards.

He wasn't mad or grumpy, I think he just needed some space. Over the past two months he had literally been sharing every waken moment with other people and now he just needed to be left alone.

"I'll check on him in a minute"

"He wasn't too happy going back here" she laughed, shaking her head lightly.

"I think he was just looking forward to his own bed"

"Well, it is understandable"

"A night here won't kill him" I joked, putting back the newly washed spoons.

"Was that it?"

"I think it was, go ahead dear" Karen smiled warmly. I nodded back and left the kitchen.

***

Knocking once before opening the door slowly, I found Shawn laying shirtless in bed with his earphones in and the volume at its highest.

I dragged my body across the cold floor and sat down on the edge before my fingers slipped across his arm gently. When his eyes fell on me, he pulled out the headphones and sent me a tired smile.

"Hey you"

"Hey you" he whispered back sorely. My hand caressed his flushed cheek as my fingers quickly ran across his rosy bottom lip.

"You okay? Tired?" I asked him.

It was a stupid question, really. The dark creases around his eyes spilled the truth. He was exhausted. This tour had without a doubt been a crazy experience but it had also worn him out entirely. Shawn was really bad at sticking to the original plan; he always added more tour days, skipped a few days off, pressed in another project, sometimes forgetting that his body needed rest too.

"I'm fine, I just missed you" he pouted while tilting his head back innocently.

A little smile peaked on my face. Shawn grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me onto the bed, laying next to him.

"I missed you too, babe" I replied.

Sure, we had been around each other today but we hadn't just been Shawn and I. We hadn't had a chance to be alone together. Just him and me. Clearly, I wasn't the only one craving that. Shawn's tongue ran across my collarbone before he gently bit into me.

"I missed the taste of your skin" he muttered against my neck.

Shawn wrapped his arms around my shoulders, quickly pulling me into his strong body. I wrapped my leg around his exposed waist, planting a kiss on his chest.

"Oh my gosh, Shawn!" I laughed, feeling something rather hard poking into my side.

"I can't control it, okay? I just really need to feel you" he said honestly. It wasn't even with the usually teasing tone in his voice, he sounded more desperate than anything really.