Shawn Mendes One-Shots

In The Morning (Rewritten)

A/N: Everything is still the same (like plot and etc.) but I there are a couple of changes in the smut part sksksks also made it that Brian is here and not Geoff so... (and this is 3k+ more words)

Summary: What's going to happen if you run into Shawn Mendes weeks after you ghosted on him? (Sequel to In The Club)

Warnings: Smut and stuff

Word Count: 11.2k+

Enjoy! x

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Shawn rolled over with a groan, covering his eyes in an attempt to block the rays of the sun that was too bright for his liking as it shone straight through his bedroom window. How on earth did I forget to close the blinds this time? He thought, propping himself on his elbows, covers sliding down and exposing his bare torso to the cold air.

Goosebumps rose out of Shawn's skin–being completely naked underneath the sheets and all–as he slowly sat up fully with his eyes tightly shut, rubbing his temples to at least try and soothe the pain that was pounding in his head, his hangover now slowly creeping in on him.

Just then the dazed boy realized that there should be someone beside him right now, someone tangled up in the sheets with him–preferably naked too–as she sleeps peacefully, lips slightly parted with her gorgeous eyes shut tight, but much to his dismay, you weren't there.

Shawn frowned with eyebrows furrowed as he casted his eyes on an empty space beside him, no sign of you whatsoever. He looked expectantly at the night table to at least see something, a piece of paper with your number perhaps, but much to his luck, there was nothing there too.

His head started to throb even more as the memories from last night came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, feeling like his was getting drunk all over again, just remembering everything from the moment he laid eyes on you in that club to the moment where you ended up with him in bed.

The image of the way your body felt flushed against his own made Shawn's skin tingle. A small grin making its way to his lips when he remembered the way you were screaming out his name, the feeling of you wrapped up around him oh so tightly, to the way you moved with your pretty face all contorted in pleasure, pleasure that he was giving you.

Everything about what happened clouded Shawn's mind, all of you clouded his mind and there's no way for him to stop it.

He quickly kicked the covers off of him as he jumped out of bed, snatching a pair of sweatpants that was lying on his floor along with his other clothes that were littered everywhere, but what caught Shawn's attention was that your clothes weren't included in the said mess.

She didn't leave, didn't she?

Nerves started to kick in as he quickly looked for any sign of you. First checking all bathrooms in case you were just washing up or something, but you weren't in any of them either. Shawn then hurried his way to the living room only to find Brian just casually chilling on the sofa, eyes glued to his phone with an apple in his hand. Ignoring his friend, Shawn took a quick look in the kitchen, heart dropping when he saw that you weren't there too.

Shawn's shoulders slumped as he went back to the living room with a defeated sigh, Brian finally noticing his presence. "Had fun last night?" The ginger boy asked with an eyebrow raised, a malicious tone in his voice causing Shawn to roll his eyes. "How did you get in? I was pretty sure I locked the door." Shawn asked, crossing both his arms over his chest.

"Well I came earlier today and was about to knock on the door when a lovely lady opened it. Then she hurried pass me like she wanted to get away as fast as possible and was gone leaving me there confused. So I just let myself in." He shrugged, taking a bite of his apple. "Also, can you actually control yourself man? That poor girl's neck was covered in bruises." Brian added with a scrunch of his nose, a huge cocky grin making its way to Shawn's lips.