𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

forty-seven* [s]

a/n: pretty much just 2600 words of pure smut so skip if that's not your thing<3
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friday,
july 12th, 2020

SHAWN MENDES

"I leave tomorrow," Trinity mumbles, the edge of her forefinger gently caressing the bridge of my nose as we lay facing each other in bed.

It's late. We spent the day snuggling and kissing on the couch watching Hugh Grant movies — per Trinity's request. We also avoided social media all day because I think we both have a slight unspoken paranoia of checking Instagram for pictures of us out together. It's nerve-wracking, really. We've been enclosed in our own little bubble lately and I haven't payed much thought to the rest of the world prodding at this love bubble of ours.

Instinctively, my left arm tightens around her little frame, my right hand's knuckles brushing against her cheekbone, "I don't want you to go," I whisper honestly, my voice raw with emotion.

Trin giggles lightheartedly, "I have to work. And you have a tour to prepare for."

I sigh, offering my best smile, "I'm taking you out on a date before then. I promise. It'll be perfect and romantic and everything you deserve."

"I'll be patiently waiting," she murmurs as she leans up on her elbow with a smug expression written on her lovely face.

Trin leans in close, hand slipping through my curls as her nose nudges mine. A real smile dances on my lips as her minty fresh breath fans my chin and she's grinning while dipping down to encapsulate my pout in a kiss.

It's soft at first, just a mere brush of her puffy lips to get my heart beating out of my chest and my breathing staggering. But then it deepens, transitioning to more of a desperate and clingy mess of tongue and lip, our breath clashing and my hands are grabbing at her ass hungrily.

I push my torso against her, prompting her to lay flat on her back in the middle of the bed. I follow as she spreads her legs for my body to fit between them. Her thighs bracket my waist, legs bent and the heels of her feet are eagerly pressing against the dimples in my back. My forearms rest at either side of her, my thumbs absentmindedly grazing along her ribcage under the shirt of mine that she's wearing.

And that's all she's wearing. A white t-shirt of mine that falls to her upper knees and tiny lacy panties that I catch a glimpse of when I roll my shirt above her stomach and part the kiss. A zing of heat shoots through my hardening cock and I duck down to adorn her abdomen in open-mouthed kisses. Trinity sighs above me, hand in my hair and the other smoothing across my shoulder blades.

I take my time, using the tip of my tongue to swirl tiny circles in her silky skin, tracing the outline of my puckered lips. I grab her fleshy thighs, squeezing and caressing her flesh with ease. One by one, my kisses descend further south until my nose is nuzzling her thong and my lips are cupping her rosy clit that is somewhat visible amongst the white lace.

"Shawn..." Trinity hazily whispers, head lolling to the side and her eyes fluttered shut.

A cocky grin works its way on to my lips and as my mouth hovers over her pussy, I relish in how fucked she looks. Blushed cheeks and a soft expression, lips pouted in frustration and her hips impatiently wiggling against the mattress.

"Do something," she whines quietly, eyes opening as a furrow forms between her brows.

She looks down at me expectantly and I smirk, tearing my gaze from her to admire her soaking underwear, darkened wet patch teasing me and causing my stiff cock to twitch in my tight boxers. She's so fucking aroused that I can actually smell her and I gently grind my hips against the mattress for an ounce of relieving friction. Trinity exhales shakily when I press my flattened tongue against her, refusing to remove the thin barrier of her panties.