Shawn Mendes Smut :)

Smut #14

(A/N: This is a long one; 4,964 words)

Your bare feet stepped across the cold kitchen tiles as you carried two huge tea mugs. You turned the kitchen lights off with your elbow, gaze locked on the mugs trying not to spill it all over your mother's carpet, as you walked down the corridor, back to the living room, where Shawn was.

You had gone back home to spend some time with your parents. You had been home for a week now, but your parents had to go away for the weekend due to one of their friend's funeral. It was a bit in time and you didn't want to be alone. Luckily, your boyfriend had taken some time off for himself and agreed, right away, to meet you and spend the weekend over at your parent's house with you.

You walked in the living room, the TV channels shifting quickly. You walked closer to the couch to find Shawn wrapped up in a duvet, with his eyes closed and just randomly clicking on the remote.

"Shawn!" You whined, placing the mugs on the coffee table. "You're supposed to be choosing a movie!" You said, standing in front of him. He didn't even notice.

"I am." He mumbled against the duvet.

The TV channels were no longer shifting, since you were standing in front of him. You bent down and pushed the duvet away from his face. He opened one eye to look up at you.

"You look hot." He mumbled, still not moving. His finger stopped pressing on the remote and he let it fall on the floor. You raised a brow at him and he let out a chuckle.

He reached out for you, wrapping his hand around your leg and pulled you closer to him. You obviously stumbled clumsily on the couch over him. He whined when you fell over him.

"It's just... your duvet smells so good." His voice was raspy from just being laid down.

He took his other arm out to wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You giggled when he placed his hand on your side, over your rib, just where you were ticklish. You let your head fall on his shoulder and then moving it to the crook of his neck, taking one hand all the way up his torso, placing it on his chest, over the duvet, trying to push him away. He was obviously stronger so he held you down.

"You smell so good." He was smiling. You couldn't see it but you could tell by the way his voice softened.

You let out a loud giggle as he turned his head to the side, his nose rubbing on your neck as he sniffed exaggeratedly, slightly tickling your neck. His hands moved around your sides tickling you. You laughed harder, trying to move your arms around to push him away. He let out a chuckle watching you struggle to get you.

"Where do you think you're going?" He said in between chuckles as he observed you.

"Stop it, you creep." You whined.

He smiled and released you. You forced yourself up from his chest and sat down over him, straddling him, getting your hair away from your face and blowing the ones you had stuck to your lips. Shawn watched you in awe. He took his hands up from your legs, placing them on your waist as he watched his sweater go up every time you moved your arms up to get your hair behind your shoulders.

"You know what would be really, reall.." He started, his voice soft. You rolled your eyes and smiled, not letting him finish.

"Let me guess.. a massage?" You asked, one brow raised as you looked down at him. He smiled at you while you adjusted the sweater down your body, covering his hands with it as held you down on him. His fingers moved under the sweater and around the ends of your panties.