Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Lucky Ones | Werewolf AU | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn are best friends and when your Mate Day comes, that will change everything. But will it be for better or worse? [werewolf au] [light nsfw themes]

Word Count: 1.5k

You've been dreading your twenty first birthday since you turned twenty. It's been an impending doom hovering over you for three hundred and sixty five days. Most young werewolves were excited to turn twenty one, or as your pack called it, come of age. It was a time when you found out who your mate was. A letter would arrive the day of your twenty first year and you would find out who you get to spend your life with. No pressure though. At least that's what the pack leaders think.

The envelope arrived with the morning mail. A little red and gold piece of paper that you knew held your future inside of it. You couldn't bring yourself to open it. Maybe if you lost it, your mate would just disappear. Maybe it would all go away. Unlikely, and that's why you chose to forget about the envelope and just get wasted with your best friend, and yet to be mated alpha, Shawn.

"So, what did you do with it?" Shawn asks from the floor beside your bed. He's tossing a small stuffed animal up and down, keeping his drunk brain semi focused to keep from passing out. The two of you had been drinking vodka sodas and whiskey colas for two hours now.

"The letter? I put it in my drawer."

"Why not open it?"

"Because! I am freaked out by it. I don't want to find out who I'm supposed to be with. What if it's some douche bag? What if they don't like me?"

Shawn sits up and raises his eyebrows. "That's what you're worried about? If they like you?"

You take a long drink out of your plastic cup and lean your head against the tapestry pinned up on your wall. A gift from Shawn last Christmas. "It's part of the reason I'm worried, yeah."

"What's the other part?"

"Shawn...don't make me say it."

He crawls up on the twin size bed and sits beside you, taking your cup and finishing it's contents. "Is it because you're a virgin?"

"Yeah, I mean I have done stuff myself but like not with another person. And I've never even kissed someone. What if they think I'm lame?"

"Literally anyone would be lucky to have you and if they can't appreciate you then I'll have to knock some sense into them."

"Yeah, yeah. I just hope they're nice."

"I'm sure they are. You know, if you're that worried about it, I can teach you how to kiss."

You look over at him and he's looking at you already. His rosy cheeks and glassy eyes are a dead give away that he's as toasted as you are. "You would do that?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

Shawn sits up and has you sit cross legged opposite him on the bed. "Okay so first you look in their eyes." He locks eyes with you and suddenly you're sweating and it's not just from the alcohol. "Then you touch them, like flirty kind of." He lays his hand on your arm and strokes it with his thumb.

"Like this?" You ask as you put your hand on his thigh.

"Yes, good. Okay then you lean in and get close." He leans in, nose bumping yours. Your heart beat starts pounding wildly. There is no way he doesn't hear it. "And you close your eyes and just-" His lips meet yours and you curl your fingers into his leg.

You grab his shirt with your other hand and he cradles the back of your head with his. The kiss gets heated quick, tongue and teeth coming into play as he pushes you back into your pillows. He feels so good, white hot pleasure settling over your body like a blanket.