Shawn Mendes Smut :)

Smut #8

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"Take me back, love, please," Shawn murmurs, leaning into her further, his forehead gently resting against hers. His eyes close as he relishes being near her again. "I love you."

He breathes her in, her familiar smell, her comforting warmth, making his very bones ache with emotion.

Her hand finally touches his cheek; his eyes fly open, only to get lost in the depths of hers. He's felt so cold – everything has felt so cold – but now, with her, against her, holding her, he is finally warm. Her hand tangles itself in his hair, and a breath rattles out of him. The feel of her hands, her body, her lips – barely an inch from his – she sears him with her warmth. Her eyes never leave his, even as her lips brush against his.

"You never stopped being mine," she whispers against his lips before kissing him, her soft lips coaxing a reaction from him. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him. His heart hammers against his ribs. He moans into her mouth, a smile spreading across his lips.

"What is it?" she asks.

"You gave me my heart back," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into her hair and starts to pepper her with kisses. Her huffed laugh coats him with happiness. He leans down to kiss her again, lifting her into his arms. He can't stop himself from smiling even wider when she wraps her legs around his waist instinctively. He carries her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. Her content sighs pull at his heart. She unhooks her legs from around his waist and he reluctantly lets her down. His hands around her waist dig into her soft skin, refusing to let go of her entirely.

Shawn makes his way to the bed, intending to worship every inch of her body, but her small hand presses into his chest and stops him in his tracks. Her hand slips under his white shirt, his muscles jumping under her touch, and moving down until her fingers are hooking into his jeans and pulling him closer to her. She lets her hand wander until she's cupping him through his jeans. His mouth falls open in a gasp when she rubs his cock through the tough fabric of his pants.

"Let me take care of you, okay?" she murmurs against his ear, kissing the shell of it gently. Her lips trace a path down his neck, her small hands undoing his jeans as her mouth finds his again. His eyes close, savouring the feel of her hands on his body. She slowly sinks to her knees, biting her lip as he whispers a curse. She hooks her fingers into his jeans and boxers, slowly sliding them down his legs. He groans as his cock bobs up. Her hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing slightly. Her left hand rests on his thigh, the nails digging into his skin. Shawn watches her lips part, his heart pounding in his chest. She runs her hand along the length of his cock in long teasing motions that have him gasping. She leans forward to lick his tip, causing a breathy moan to rattle out of him. She wraps her lips around the head of his cock, circling the tip with her tongue and smiling around him when a drawn out sigh of her name leaves him. He notices a circle from her red lipstick around the head of his cock when she pulls back, continuing to pump her fist. His eyes close briefly as she takes him into her mouth again. She angles her head to the side, his cock pressing against the inside of her cheek. He runs his hand along her cheek as she looks at him, eyes sparkling through hooded lids. He can't think of a word strong enough to describe his feelings. She takes more of him into her mouth, her sinfully plush lips smearing the red colour along his cock as she sucks, lazily stroking what she can't fit into her mouth. She looks mesmerizing, dangerously enchanting. As she bobs her head, he feels the familiar curl of heat along his spine. She licks the underside of his cock, tracing the vein with her tongue. He throws his head back, moaning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck stop – Y/N, stop for a second," he mutters, tangling his fingers into her hair and pulling her off his cock. She looks up, eyes gleaming, lips swollen. He swipes his thumb along the corner of her lips, wiping away the drool.