Shawn Mendes Smut :)

Smut #2

(A/N: Probably all of these are from tumblr, so creds to that)

You stood hesitantly in the empty apartment, unsure of if you should be cleaning up the dirty dishes or slipping into some lingerie. Shawn had called to let you know he was on his way home, and his voice was accompanied by that familiar growl you knew all too well.

He was frustrated and needy, and it would either be a night of snuggling with a few frustrated tears shed or rough, passionate sex. You prayed for the latter.

The dishes called you over as you promised yourself you'd get them done before Shawn walked through the door. Your mind wandered to his recent stress with the album and how weird everything had been, carrying you through the subconscious task before you dried your hands off and looked at the clock. He'd be home any second.

You darted into the bedroom to change into something a little more presentable, slipping out of your sweatpants and hoodie.

"That's a little better," spoke a voice behind you, causing you to jump at the sight of Shawn in the doorway.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, your right hand clutching your chest as he broke into a smile and took a few strides in your direction.

"Didn't mean to scare you, baby," he muttered, clasping your face in his large hands as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Your phone call already did," you spoke as he rested his forehead against yours. "Everything okay?"

He let out a sigh, shutting his chestnut eyes momentarily. "Yeah, just stressed. Need some you-time."

"Oh?" you smiled, running your fingers up his sides and causing him to shiver.

"I meant just snuggling, but I think now I really need some you-time," he giggled, pressing his growing bulge into your hip.

"Sounds good," you bit your lip, eyes falling to his deep pink pout as he inspected your features. He inched closer, lips connecting with yours as your eyes fell shut in unison with his. His kiss encapsulated you, breathing you in like fresh air as the room around you heated up.

His hands were everywhere at once, kneading your hips and feeling your sides and pulling you closer by the back of your neck. He let out a little hum of distress, clearly trying to deepen the kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours. Your hands traveled from his chest down his abdomen, settling on his belt buckle, just below his tucked-in shirt. You gave the waistband of his jeans a tug.

"Shawn," you mumbled against his curls, moving your hands into his hair as his lips attached themselves to your neck, "babe, need you," you whispered, pulling at the soft locks between your fingers.

"Mm," he smiled, "I think I need you more."

"Babe, come on," you giggled, pulling his shirt up his torso in a struggle to get the fabric off of him.

He chucked against your skin, standing tall to slip the clothing over his head. You faced his chest, the soft hairs tickling your nose as you placed a kiss to his skin. Your fingers found his jeans, fumbling with his belt as he helped you undo the clasp.

His pants were a heap on the floor as he stepped out of them, his straining boxers and socks all that were left concealing his body. You kissed up his jaw, his shaky breathing in your ear as your tongue flicked over his stubble.

"Babe, please," he whispered, his length now fully hardened against your bare hip. You still stood in the doorway to the bedroom, surrounded by discarded clothing and overwhelming lust.