Paradise Pines (Shawn Mendes)

Laputa

This song is sexual, so you should play it for the beginning of this chapter, if you'd like. I'll explain why I chose this song at the end of the chapter.

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Iris was awakened by the feeling of Shawn's hand running through her hair. She smiled at the sensation. Shawn traced her lips with a finger, then rubbed the bottom lip as he brought his face closer to hers. Still half asleep, Iris asked, "What time is it?"

"Everyone's still asleep; the sun has just begun to rise." He ended his sentence with a kiss on her lips. Iris opened her eyes, inquisitive. "Why are you up?"

"I don't know, but I woke up wanting you." He kissed her again. Iris giggled, pushing him away. "Your mother and ex-pack members are here."

"Your parents think your sleeping at Avril's. Might as well take advantage. We won't make noise."

"Why have you been so frisky lately?"

"I'm a werewolf." They laughed. "Come on, let's have a bit of fun." Shawn moved to the end of the bed and removed the covers off Iris. He picked up her right leg. From her ankle, he began kissing her, making his way down to her inner thigh. She flinched as her body began to tingle. Shawn smirked. "I'll take note of that."

"What are you talking about?"

"Everyone has areas of great sensitivity. Mine are my ears - no pun intended - and yours are your thighs. Let's see what else you like." He gripped the hem of her pyjama shorts and underwear, tugging on them. Iris put her hands on his, stopping him. He looked up at her red face with concern. "This is... my first time," she explained.

"I kinda figured that out already. Don't worry. I'm gonna take things slow. You won't have to do anything, just relax, and let my mouth do the work."

Iris had only ever read about things like this in fan fiction. It made her wonder if all werewolves were indeed freaks in the sheets.

She took a deep breath and braced herself as he pulled her shorts and underwear down. Never had she felt so exposed, but that didn't stifle her excitement. Shawn chuckled, "I barely did anything and you've already soaked your clothes." He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. Immediately he began licking her up and down slowly, then worked his tongue in a circular motion, causing her to squirm around. Her chest grew increasingly warm, and once again, she began to feel as if she were being reborn, or as if something was blooming within her at a rapid pace, but this time she couldn't stop him. The pleasure was too overwhelming to fight off.

She shut her eyes tightly, locking Shawn's head in between her thighs. Her moans gradually grew louder until she found herself almost yelling. Shawn chuckled, impressed with himself, but soon found himself unable to breathe as her thighs tightened around his neck. Taking notice of what she was doing, she quickly jumped off the bed, but could not bring herself to stand. The pleasure she felt had converted into pain as she crawled on all fours, bellowing weird sounds that had never escaped her lips before. As the pain reached its climax, she blacked out, collapsing on the floor.

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Iris could hear the whispers of several voices. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy and her head was pounding. Her entire body felt like it had just been hit by a moving vehicle. "Shawn," she called out with a groggy voice. He sat himself beside her on the bed as her eyes cleared up. "I'm right here," he told her while stroking her forehead.

"Everything hurts," Iris croaked.

"Your body is," he hesitated, "recovering."