Shawn Mendes one shots

"I'm seducing you" - Line blurb

"Whoever thought clinical psychology was a good idea for an exam is a massive twat." You whine while rubbing your aching forehead. The headache came around an hour ago and now your entire body is tense and uncomfortable. 

"You're working yourself too hard, hon." Shawn says as he appears behind you. "Take a breather."

You laugh at his words, knowing your boyfriend haven't been dealing with the stress of exams for years. Lucky little bastard. 

"I can't, Shawn. I really need to finish this." You sigh, flipping another page in your textbook. 

The ink from your pen and markers are getting to your head and you wonder whether it's possible to get high of steams like that. Shawn lets his chin rest on top of your head while his hands behind to massage your neck. 

For a small moment, you shut your eyes and enjoy the tender touches Shawn leaves behind. You chew on your lip and when Shawn hits a sore spot on your shoulders, a slight moan slips from your mouth. 

"Is it nice, baby?" He whispers into your ear, feeling his breath leaves chills on your body. 

"Mhh." You hum in response as his hands continues to work wonders on your tense muscles. 

Shawn attaches his warm lips to your jawline and then wander down your neck, tracing your skin tenderly. You feel a shiver while another sob sounds from your mouth. 

"You taste so sweet, babe." He mutters against you. You hold your breath when you feel his wet tongue swirling down to your collarbone. You adjust in the chair, feeling the heat reach the surface of your face. 

"What do you think you're doing, Mendes?" 

"Well..." He says teasingly, his mouth sucking on your neck. "Clearly I'm seducing you." 

You feel his lips tickle as he mutters the words against your skin and a knot forms in your stomach in the matter of seconds. 

"I don't have time for seducing." You tell him firmly, but he doesn't stop his actions. 

"Okay then." You feel his hands slips down your chest and his palms begin to cup your breasts. You sway your back in response to the frustration when Shawn allows his hands to squeeze and grab your boobs teasingly. "Less seducing, more action." 

"That's not what I meant, Shawn." Shawn hardly allows you to finish your sentence before he's already closed the book in front of you. 

His thumb is rubbing your nipple and you feel a wet pool form between your thighs. As easily as nothing, Shawn pushes out your chair and carries you to the white couch in the living room. He lays on top of you and you feel his boner digging into your stomach, it makes you gasp for air. 

His hand travels down your stomach and when he reaches your thighs, he spreads them apart. Shawn uses his thumb to rub against your already soaking panties, swirling in circles to heat you. 

You bite into his neck, moaning and sobbing while his fingers teases you. You force your hand into Shawn's thick curls and pulls his mouth to yours. 

"I thought you said less seducing and more action." You whimper, but comes across as begging.

 Shawn smirks as your desperation and within seconds, he's ripped your panties and throws them to the floor. You hear him unbutton his jeans while his mouth finds yours and you know very well, you won't be seeing your psychology book anytime soon.