+ For blurbs, taking care of sick shawn on tour? He’s sick right now and all I wanna do is cuddle and take care of him :(
Sick and Tired
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warning: smut
The pair of them are standing beside Jake, as they all look onto the crowd that has gathered outside their hotel. Y/N absolutely hates that people feel entitled to a picture with her boyfriend – even more now that he is sick. And, still, her boyfriend is a nutcase and insists on taking pictures in the cold. “Can we go?” asks Y/N, leaning forward and looking at Jake.
He inspects the crowd briefly, before nodding and beginning to walk to the crowd. Y/N turns to Shawn and brings her hands up to his chest to his scarf, as he sniffles just a little. She is not that worried about the current cold he has but she is mindful about the cold that can develop from this. Sighing, she tightens his scarf around his neck, “Why don’t you wear a coat?”
“I don’t have proper coats, I thought that it’ll be spring,” Shawn argues, rocking on his heels and burying his nose in his scarf by tipping his head down. She runs her fingers over his cheeks and shakes her head.
“Global warming, mate? Heard of it?” she mumbles, smacking a kiss to his lips.
She rolls her eyes, “I handle things better than you do.” Shawn raises an eyebrow as she gathers both his hands in both of hers. She brings them up to her lips and blows hot air onto them, hoping to keep him warm.
He smiles at her softly. “Strong, eh? Like not jumping on me the moment you saw me? Hmm?” Her head whips up and she glares at him.
“If you want sex, I suggest you shut the fuck up now.”
“I’m strong, your threats have nothing on me,” he counters, flipping his hair dramatically. Rolling her eyes, she grabs his hand and stuffs it into her jacket pocket, beginning their walk over to everyone. He smiles tightly looking at the people gathered outside his hotel.
Jake announces that Shawn won’t be taking any more photos and that’s about it. He apologises with hand gestures for which he had to take his hand out of her pocket. She watches on, smiling, as he looks adorable with the slightly flushed cheeks he sports and the look of ‘I’m sorry’. She wants to tell the people waiting outside his hotel that it’s disrespectful and that they should do something better than stalk someone.
But she doesn’t because that may ruin a lot of Shawn’s reputation. She keeps quiet. SIghing, when he turns back to her, she welcomes him into her arms, wrapping them tightly around her. He sighs, laying his head on her shoulders, arms stuffed in her jacket pockets and breathing deeply.
She strokes his hair, whilst they begin to sort out what to do for the day. “Okay, so Shawn has the day off. Jake is only going to leave you when it’s night time, alright?” Andrew explains. He can’t see Shawn’s face as its buried against Y/N’s shoulder.
So, she replies for him, “It’s fine, Jake, you deserve the day off. He’s just going to sleep in so he’s ready for tomorrow.”
“Thank God he has someone sensible in his life who actually brings a coat with them,” Jake chuckles, smiling his sweet, wholesome smile and Y/N grins, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s hair who groans at his bodyguard’s words.
When he lifts his head once more, she grabs his hand and off they are to return ot the hotel room.
Once inside, Shawn takes his shoes off and then his scarf. Leaving his scarf on, he heads for the bed where there are soup take-aways and sandwiches that Jake and Y/N picked up this morning. He sets them away, grabbing a cup of hot soup and opens it up, once he is settled under the covers.
His girlfriend smiles, discarding her outerwear before settling in. “Hey, sweets,” she whispers out, turning to her side and wrapping her arms around him and cuddling into him. Shawn hums in appreciation, pulling out his phone and opening up his Netflix.
Immedaitely, he pulls up a random episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and they watch it in silence, with Shawn’s apprecaitive hums for the hot liquid soothing his throat. After taking some medicine that will hopefully prevent the cold, Shawn buries himself under the duvet, until the top covers his nose.
Y/N takes hold of the phone for him, her legs now wrapping around his waist, given how low he is sleeping on the bed. He buries his head against her chest, using her breasts as a cushion and his arms are around her hips.
They watch in silence until Shawn drowses off to sleep.
When she wakes up a few hours later, having fallen asleep as well, she finds him slowly trying to wake up, her arm slung over his head. He snuffles, rubbing his nose against her sleeve that is against his nose.
She takes a look at him. His hair is spilled back, eyes glimmering with a refreshing light and his skin looks healthier than it did in the morning. She smiles, bending down and kissing his lips.
He smiles, hugging her tighter and cuddling them further into the bed.
His hand is moving and accidentally, when trying to get a pillow that was behind her, his finger rubbed a sharp stroke against her pussy and she clenches her walls in response, on instinct. Taking in a sharp breath, Y/N gulps, feeling her need to get off swarm her.
Clenching her jaw, she sits upright and brushes her fingers through her hair.
what dafuck izz dis but guess I’m posting it even though I never finished just like y/n & shawn khikhikhi
We knew Camila was ignorant since her racism towards her own band mate but god this woman can’t get anymore awful. I don’t know much about the situation with Palestine but I know that innocent people are losing their lives and homes, that’s enough for me to side with them. Shawn can keep supporting his favorite idiot on his own, disrespectfully, screw both of them
okay yah shawn clearly isn’t doing great either by staying quiet and what not just like every other celebrity.
point being, right now, I’m trying to find out which fuckers are zionists. And camila is one of them, Debra messing is, gal gadot, some other irrelevant people. And they need to know the basics of being a good person.
Camila can go fuck herself. The fact she didn’t even speak on this and just removed her like ??? Fucking asshole. She’s a coward!!!! That’s all, she’s a fucjing coward!
she liked a post that supports the Zionist movement to sum up. Here’s the post:
now before you all yell at me for not calling out other celebs, this came on my feed first. And if you care more about me condemning camila more than genocide? Mate, I can’t even begin to talk to you.
She has no excuse. This is social media. Everyone has seen “both sides of the story” (there is only one side and that is Israel is conducting a genocide) and everyone has had enough time and information to make a PROPER judgement.
This is where camila chooses to stand? Fuck her and fuck anyone who supports the same view.
Even if she explains herself? Dude, you can’t accidentally like something like this. The post is clear. You don’t need to be fucking Einstein to read it. It’s about morality.
Camila sucks. Zionism sucks.
Supporting Palestine isn’t anti-Semitic you fucks.
hi darling!! we haven’t ever talked about i saw you talk about your uni so just wanted to pop in for a quick sec. i had to transfer unis this year due to financial reason (nothing to be upset about, it happens!!) & i was so devastated for a while there because i’d really found home in my previous uni you know? with friends, profs, TAs, the GYM, everything. it was obviously a difficult transition. having been through that, i would just like to say (and i don’t mean to be preachy at all sweets so please tell me if this offends you or anything at all), i realise how much better off i am rn. yes, i had the MOST amazing time at uni, the most amazing friends, but i had close to no purpose except just slaving for grades and hanging with friends. my future was just an expensive degree and bleak employment opportunities due to the market we’d be graduating in. now, being at home and in a much more affordable university, i don’t have the pressure of ‘getting my money’s worth’ or a ‘return on investment’. i have the time and energy to invest in things i actually love doing (drawing being one of them!!) & thinking about the future i really want, not the future my degree would expect of me. i still miss my friends and campus so much, trust me, it gets easier but it’s just a massive ball of fomo. but it’s okay. i know they’re still my friends and that i’ll get to see them so soon (and we still talk DAILY), and i get to live my life a little guilt-free. i don’t know know why you transferred, but trust me love, you did it for a reason. you only need a little bit more time to figure out what that reason is, and trust me, there is one (or a plethora of them!). this is your future, beautiful. you can do whatever you want with it. please don’t let a university (from what i read about anon’s experience on lboro) dictate your happiness and life. you are so intelligent and so creative, only the sky is the limit for you. i hope that this wasn’t condescending or anything of that sort, i just wanted to tell you that i managed, and i love my life, and you are 10x the person i hope to be. you are AMAZING!!!!! i’m rooting for you <333
dude, the level of happy this made me! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH SO MUCH!! SO MUCHHHHHH OH MY GOD!
You’ve said words that I’ve really been wanting to hear, and you talk about it so practically, which is something I love because I can only think logically. You’re right, it’s just a massive ball of fomo, couldn’t have said it better! thank you, youre right: they’re still my friends and nothing changes that!
also, i’ve been thinking of a few business ideas and all, so, yes, this is my life and it will only be what I make of it!
reading this made me so happy, because I can find something to relate to and that’s so comforting! thank you so much so very much! i cannot thank you enough, this made me so so happy! THANK YOU!
you and the anon are two of the only people (except my bestie who doesnt have a tessie) that have gotten through to me. wow, i’m so grateful to have you guys come and talk to me. that’s phenomenal, that’s something to be cherished.
hey, i’m not the best at replying, but PMs are always open if you wanna talk! thank you so much again thank you thank you this is the best thankkkkk youuu i love you xx THANK YOU AGAIN CANT GET OVER THIS MESSAGE IT MEANS SO MUCH
the level at which this bothers me is fucking high. like it’s unbelievable the amount of regret I have cause this guy was my bestie during school. UGHHHHH
(not saying I’d place a guy before education but listen.
I have my regrets and he once said “where are my sunnies, hunny?”)
a/n: started writing this last year, had a mental breakdown.. bon apetit - james acaster, loosely but surely
genre: smut duh duh duh
Dinners charmed with watches, pearls and flutes of champagne are beguiling to the eye. Drafted in his own set of expense – cufflinks and a three-piece suit – Shawn wonders what drew him to this chair meeting anyways.
Though the brief image of her curls teasing the low back of the champagne silk decorating her makes him smirk – reminds him of all the reasons why threading through throngs of people can be worthwhile.
She has him entranced. Possibly, just as she wants him to be. He speculates, given the brief smiles she built up towards him throughout the evening. Some smiles slipped to be warmer than others prodded him to think that he’s not the only one lusting.
Shawn remembers her name, distinctly. One look at those bright orbs is enough to tie him to her.
But there’s more. She keeps him entertained – he’s seen the way she trailed her fingers up her thigh, exposed by the slit in her dress. . just when he is watching. It’s almost as if he can hear the echo of her moan.
Shaking his head, he quenches his temporary thirst with the sparkling drink. It rejuvenates him – spurs him further in his whirlwind of lust.
She’s glamorous, Shawn knows. One look of her makes the night all about her. He wants her in bed, he’s decided. He doesn’t need to know much to decide.
This spontaneous want curses him – she may be hard to get. Shawn cannot say much, he doesn’t know where her mind is at. He supposes he can find out. Trick her into a game she didn’t know he’s long begun.
A laughter bubbles through the light air. It thickens with fragments of seduction and beauty by the time it comes to him. A beautiful sound, he knows it. Her innocent happiness at the joke someone tells her compels him to only watch her.
Watch the way her ribbon pink lips part gently as she prepares to say something. How they curl up when she giggles. They smack together, forming a small ‘o’ in disbelief of what she must be hearing from those she converses with.
Her shoulders rise when she laughs, teasing him ever so evilly. The spaghetti strap of her gown inches to fall off her shoulder.
Shawn almost misses the way his slacks tighten around his length.
Another thing that makes his jaw practically drop is the cowl neckline that teases her cleavage.
But his eyes snap up when a bubble of happiness spills from her lips. He smiles. Her knee rises, pushing the slit further up her thigh. Her upper body leans forward, gently, cheeks plumping around her eyes.
She’s beauty encompassed, if he’s ever seen it.
And, right now, all he can think about is having this woman across the room in his hands, in his bed – anywhere he can touch her.
Quietly adjusting his dark blue dress pants, Shawn bares his teeth into his lower lip. He sighs with how much he’s enchanted by her.
However, how could one not be? The way she graces the room is inexplicably gorgeous. Laced in the most well-crafted auras, her eyes twinkled with sunlight in the late evening. He thinks of her to be a sweet creature of her own.
Shawn could remain lost in his thoughts, entertain the plausible idea of spending the night with her. Mostly, work up the courage to initiate the seduction.
Despite not being a strong people person, Shawn can very well pick up on her sly looks at him. Smiles are just the beginning.
When he looks up, she’s before him, lips pursed in consideration. He waits, patiently. (His dick can take a few more minutes.) “I saw you looking – something catch your eye – Shawn, is it?” she asks. Her voice is gentle, much like her posture.
A shock stills him. He blinks his eyes a few times, trying to position himself rightly into the situation. She lifts a hand for him to take. Spluttering, Shawn nervously slips his hand under hers, and almost caresses it. “Yes. . it’s Shawn.” He holds her hand tentatively. He licks over his lips, deciding if he should kiss her hand.
When he sees her lightly shiver under his touch, he cannot help but smirk. He’s probably got no reason to be afraid. Maybe Shawn can slip into the upper hand. So, he lifts her hand to his lips, not bowing, and presses a kiss to her knuckles. He peers at her, smile brushing her skin. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, Mr Mendes,” she hisses, shoulder jerking at his contact. Shawn lowers her hand but doesn’t let go. He wants to see just how far she can push him.
Tipping his head forward, Shawn leans towards her ear to whisper. “Are you a familiar face at these parties?”
Her fingers wriggle in his hold. He glances down at them. By the squeeze of them, he can tell she’s trying not to hold his hand. He smirks, yet again. Looking at her from the side of his eye, Shawn looks at her taking her time. “I’d. . I’d say I am – haven’t seen you around before?”
Shawn resists the instinctive urge to argue. “Hmm, I suppose not,” he breathes, standing straight and cocking his head to the side. “You could teach me a thing or two.”
This time, she’s got him at his knees. She bites onto the corner of her lower lip. He watches it spring into place, when her teeth gently scrape off it. He feels his breath catch in his throat.
“I suppose, I could,” she hums, eyes tracing down his face, to his chest. She grants herself a millisecond to catch his tightening trousers. “Didn’t think I’d be the one to teach, if I’m honest, Mr Mendes.”
Fuck, locks Shawn. His back tightens, so does his chest. He can hear the lust in her words. Wrangled up in them is the vulgar meaning. He needs a moment before he can engage any further. She’s too fucking hot.
He realises time is amiss for him, when he spots her fingertips drumming against the glass she holds. Her grip tells Shawn that he’s not the only nervous one. She’s calling him Mr Mendes, he’s beyond fucked right now.
Oh, what he’d give to hear her call him Mr Mendes when pressed against cold sheets heating up by them.
Snapping his eyes back to hers, Shawn parts his lips. Very gently, he curls his lower lip into his mouth, Shrugging loosely, he offers, “I’m a quick learner.”
She fights the biggest smiles, almost as if she knows. He can tell by the way her lips twitch, by how her eyes blink quickly. “I’m sure you are.”
Sighing, Shawn slides a few fingers out of her hand and up her wrist. Trailing his fingers across momentarily, he flickers them down once more. He traces up a finger. He bumps into an accessory, he knows. Metal, encrusted with a diamond, to his understanding. He smiles, admiring how her fingers are decorated. More fun for him, Shawn supposes. Her nipples pearl as she watches a smile bloom into his face.
Pursing his lips, he tries not to smile cockily at her. He moves closer, feet touching her heels. “I believe in giving back – in more ways than one–” he breathes, moving his hand away from hers and pocketing into his trousers. “I’m sure this can be a fair exchange, if you will, Ma’am.”
“I suppose going to a quieter place would be more appropriate –”
Shawn nods, “Wouldn’t want to disturb everyone.”
Something about the confidence etched in his words make her lips part in surprise. She gulps, nodding tightly at him. He sees her cheeks flush. Rolling her lips together, the stunning woman beckons him with a nod and a swivel in the direction of the spiralling stairs.
It’s a massive home. Belonging to the CEO of Island Records, Shawn knows they can find a room of seclusion.
She looks over her shoulder, with a pause. Bringing the glass to her lips, she bumps it against her lips. “Shall we go?”
Hand still pocketed, Shawn leans forward and stretches his arm out, to motion them to go. She does so with a giggle, turning ahead and moving forward to desire.
His eyes cannot help but drop to the way her ass is both pronounced and hidden in her silk. A woman of class, if he’s ever seen one. The perfected curls her hair has been molded to ignite urgency within him. Her feet move gracefully in her stilettos as his eyes coast up her figure.
His heart tightens because Shawn wants to see her face. He doesn’t want to be hidden from such art,for even a brief moment. Thus, making it upstairs, in a room for themselves is a growing want.
The trail of her gown washes up each step, as he obediently follows behind.
There’s a nervousness blitzing him, every so often. He wants to ground her against sheets, make her moan and have her cum drip right over his fingers, tongue – any part of him.
Her fingers gently push onto a handle of a room, leading them in.
When they walk in, only the dim light of the lamp is switched on. She makes no moves to improve it.
She moves across the dark, carpeted floor, hands flicking up to unclasp the pearl set hanging around her neck.
He stands by the door, closing it quietly behind him to not ruin the ambience of the room. Shawn’s hands fold behind his back and push into the wood of the door. Tipping his head back momentarily, he breathes deeply. He’s made his mind up on what exactly he wants to do with her. She’s going to be so pretty.
She arrives at a small, circular table, placed in the corner of the large room. It stands dainty beside a plush, velvet arm chair. Setting her accessory atop it, she turns around to look at him.
Some of her fingers grasp the silk right above her knee, the other hand resting on her opposite thigh. Her shoulder lifts and she brings her chin down. Peering through her eyelashes, she smiles gently, teasing him with innocence. Shawn gulps, stomach flooding up with a warm rush so familiar to him. His heart hammers against his chest, eyes practically dilating in bliss.
Shawn moves through the room. Deciding that he will need something to lean back against, Shawn chooses to stop by the vanity.
Her shoulders settle back once more, her posture relaxing. Reminding her mouth with champagne once more, she moves towards Shawn, asking, “Have a nice evening, Mr Mendes?”
Shawn’s mouth dries up. A warmth pools low in his belly and all the blood seems to rush to his groin. Settling his ass atop the wood of the vanity, Shawn clasps his hands carefully over it. “I guess you could call it mediocre, if I must be honest.”
She pauses her walk, reaching the side of the bed closest to him. Lowering her flute of gold, she whispers, “Nothing to interest you?” Her voice is floaty, cracks and drips with charm. Almost as if she wasn’t sure what to say next. As if he has the upper hand.
Boosted with confidence at the small realisation, Shawn decides to shoot his shot. He folds his arms across his chest. He knows she can see the fabric tightening over his biceps. Accentuating the strength he holds. “You seem to know more about these gatherings than myself, if I must admit – maybe you could help entertain me?”
She breathes – doesn’t say anything immediately. Travelling across the length of the bed closest to him, she turns around. With poise, she settles herself onto the soft sheets. Tactfully, she crosses her legs. A hand adjusts her slit, making sure his eyes can feast on more of her thigh. She takes a sip of her drink. Crossing the arm over her thigh, she shrugs, “As long as you believe in giving back, Mr Mendes.”
Oh, he can for sure pleasure her. He wishes to drive her to the edge, bring her down and then tip her over. He wishes to have a kiss of that smooth mouth, suckle onto her sweet skin, taste the vanilla off it.
All of this, the constant back and forth. . it’s breaking him. It’s been too long.
“I must tell you,” chuckles Shawn darkly, leaning forward, pocketing a hand once more. His hand discards the champagne onto the vanity top. Looking at her, he takes his chance to entrance her. “I’m not a fan of small talk.”
Shawn takes pleasure in watching her latch onto her lower lip in nervousness. Watch her fill up with flush, as it tinges her skin a rose. She relieves herself with a second away from his stare to place her glass onto the side table.
When she turns back to look at him, Shawn’s sure she’s understood the electricity his eyes hold. He can see it in hers, as well. Lust laced with admiration. . droplets of curiosity famished with familiarity.
Sliding her hands down her thighs, she stands up. Looking at him with passion-filled eyes, she commences, “Lets get to it, shall we?”
Before she can take a step towards him, Shawn’s meeting her. His hand curls around the back of her head, tugs it forward. Her jaw rests well into his hands.
But he stops. Hot breaths, tickling lips pour into restlessness for her, Shawn can tell. It makes him smirk, chuckle against her lips. He tightens his grip around her, moves a hand to tightly grip her hip. “Guess some are better learners than others, eh?”
Her body jerks in his hold. Her cheeks redden, eyes open up further with surprise. Her pupils swirl with amazement.
Chuckling once more, Shawn grips her chin. Lifting it up towards him, he kisses her lips full.
Mangled with sexual tension, spurred with excitement. It’s the perfect blend to break them.
His kiss is rough, tongue swiping across her lips and expertly curling it with hers. He pushes her further back with his mouth. Shawn has the advantage that he’s managed to weaken her at her knees.
His hand moves from her hip to her back and he manages to beckon her into him. Her hands are no less, coasting up his shoulders and tangling into his luscious curls. Shawn appeases her, pacifies her with letting her have a few touches of him.
His mouth parts from hers so he can grin. She gasps, opens her mouth wider for him. Panting, she presses it back into his. When he doesn’t give in immediately, she gulps, eyes fluttering shut. A hand falls down in weakness. She fists his hair and grips his blazer. Breathing, she gently rocks back and forth in his hold.
Shawn blows at her lips. He scopes his lips from her mouth to her cheek, moves it down to her jaw. Baring his teeth there, he nips. She jolts. One of his hands moves her straps down her shoulders. Her neckline sags, revealing more of the swells of her breasts. “Quite the man, Mr Mendes,” she shudders, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
Shawn loves this. The way she’s putty in his hands. He moves his hands to her waist, pulls her close. Grounding her lower half against him, he dips his lips to her ear. “Hmm, what can I say? I already know how to please a woman, ma’am,” he whispers. Teething her earlobe, Shawn chuckles again.
She’s weak. He can feel the ways he’s grown limp in his hands. “Are you going to kiss me, again, Shawn?”
He hisses at her name. He hears the neediness. Jutting his hips against hers, Shawn shakes his head. “I like to take my time, sweetheart.”
“Yes, but if you could just–”
At her protest, Shawn plants his mouth against her neck. Strategically, of course, to stop her from directing him again. It works. Her head falls back, giving him all of her. With more of her neck exposed to him, Shawn indulges. He swipes his tongue over her skin, tastes the richness against her. Scraping his teeth down, Shawn presses a gentle kiss, reminding her that he’s still got her. He’s still taking care of her.
His hand trickles up her spine and then he’s pulling her away.
He swipes his tongue up her chin and kisses her mouth. Squeezing her waist, he murmurs, “Saw the way you looked at me, honey.” He grabs her face, kisses her harshly. Her thighs clench and cross into each other.
Shawn needs her grounded against her, needs to feel her wet walls tighten around him. He wants to see it all.
Spinning her around, Shawn pushes her hips back into him, grinds her harshly against his clothed cock. He hisses, thrusting into her. His big hands crunch the material of her dress in his hands, pulling it tighter around her ass. Glancing down, he revels in the way her ass wiggles against him, moves up and down – tasting whatever he’s ready to give her.
Huffing, Shawn drags his hand up her hip, to her shoulder. With a push, he has her hands perching her up on the bed, her ass pressed up all of him. Shawn pushes a hand over her spin, drawing a shaky breath from her. His fingertips prod her hair, as he silkens through it, ready to have it wrapped around his hand later. “Gosh, look at how pretty you look.”
Losing it, Shawn digs his fingernails into the back of her thighs and pulls her up.
Turning her back to him, he wraps her legs around his torso, lets her grab his face. Dragging the silk up, he squeezes her ass, kneads it with love. “Look at that fucking ass – can’t wait to beat it red.”
Delivering a smack, he revels in how she bounces atop him and tightens her grip on him. Her fingers move into his hair, push the curls away and she cannot stop kissing him. It’s a good thing because neither can he.
Her thighs are as smooth as the silk of her dress and he squeezes tighter. And then, he needs to be in her.
With care yet dominance, Shawn throws her onto the maroon bed, beautiful in how it matches the smooth finish of silk. She crawls back, until her back hits the wall the bed is situated against.
Legs stretched out, she stares at him as he stands by the bed. Her head tips back, exposing her neck. She lifts her breasts forward. Her foot drags up and she bends her knee. Shawn’s mouth waters at the sliver of her heat he spots. She isn’t wearing knickers.
Blessed with beauty, Shawn undoes a few buttons. Ridding his blazer and vest, he patiently watches her try to undo him. “Someone’s been waiting for this all evening – haven’t we, baby girl?”
Her fingers tease at her neckline, quietly drags it down to show him more of her plump breast. Before she can, Shawn’s leaning down and wrapping a hand around her ankle.
With a sharp tug, he drives her further down the bed, until her back falls against it. She gasps, hands lurching up to grip his shoulders. She only can because Shawn is setting a knee onto the bed and leaning over her. “I don’t think you’re getting it,” he lowly whispers.
When her eyes are ablaze with the jerk in her, Shawn can make out that she wishes to question him, despite knowing exactly what’s happening. Letting out a low chuckle, he dives his parted lips to her scented neck. Skimming with a brush, he adorns her nipples pearling, lifting the silk that coats them. Once satisfied, Shawn’s tongue drags up, right up behind her ear and back down. “You’re all mine – you know why?”
Her breath comes out a stutter, neck tinging a heartening rose, as his fingers slide over her calf, carve a path to her inner thigh. She welcomes the dig of his fingertips with an arch of her back, bringing her neck closer to his blissful mouth. Casting a small pat to her thighs, she is prompted to spread the open, make the silk crawl up, to let cool air spark her pussy. Proving that he has all the power over her right now.
With a rasp, her eyes peer through her lashes to look at him. He’s sucking his lower lip whole, a smile clearly present. And then two digits swipe up her pussy, finishing with circling her clit. The gathering of wetness upon Shawn’s digits comes as a surprise to her, not having noticed just how aroused she had been. Her mind was too caught up in being mesmerised by him. His cold fingers provide relief, the pinch at her nub a gift.
Her mouth gasps open, her body jolting, craning her neck up to him. Smirking, another chuckle rouses the air. “Because I make you feel like that.” He leans back, resting on his knees. They then realise how much the air between them had warmed, because the cold breeze covering her sends a spike through her.
She rests up on her elbows, straps of her dress falling clumsily off her shoulders. She doesn’t care. Shawn knows the mess she is for him. Giving her nothing but an infuriating smirk, Shawn undoes the buttons at his wrists, cleverly rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers undo his knot loosening it more. Giving her more of him.
Her mouth is parted and she’s sure a little drool has worked its way in. Hence, curling her lip in, she tries to tame the heart of hers that rages in her chest. The unkept swarm of butterflies tossing around, zapping bursts of electricity through her.
His unholy mouth is then finding hers. Plush lips work against hers, filling them more than natural. Expensive champagne leaks in taste, tongue working wonders at her. His hands. Hands. They move up, squeeze at her waist, wrinkling the manipulative fabric before move up. Breasts. He squeezes. Taking his thumb and index finger, he pinches her nipples, tugging at them gently, making sure they stand proudly for him.
And then that’s not enough for Shawn. Now, he’s moving his hand up her chest. Her stomach jumps at the notion of what may come. And it does, when his fingers squeeze her neck, skimming the pulse point. But he’s not satisfied. No, Shawn’s hand curves over her should, brush a trail down the top of her spine until fingers find fabric, once more.
He moves his head, dips his head to look at her eyes. Entrance them in glory once more. She gasps, unable to control anything that happens from now. Everything for him. And if you ask her, she’d do it again. Gold is in him, shining brightly when he looks at her. Although she may give him herself, he’s just as fucked, she can tell. Blooming with restlessness, thirst and lust, Shawn’s spare hand captures her neck, again. Reminds her who she’s all for.
Hissing, she peers into his eyes, busies herself with the lust he carries for her. All whilst his fingers drag down her zipper, free her to be closer to him. Leaning forward, he glides his tongue across her lower lip, before suckling it in. A moan blesses him but makes her cheeks more crimson than before.
“Do you even realise you’re dripping, hmm, baby?” He finds amusement in how she craves him. She doesn’t realise who to pay attention when his fingers curl her straps off her shoulder. She only realises when her chest unravels from its silk, buds already hardened flicked with cold air once more. “Shawn, Shawn.” She’s begging, she realises. No, fuck, she doesn’t care anymore. “Mouth – Shawn, please, please, mouth. .” His hands grasp her arms now. She wriggles in his hold, tries to bring her chest closer to his lips. But they’re too occupied with teasing her collarbones with his smirk.
And then he’s biting and kissing, bringing his lips up to her mouth again. “Aren’t we going for Mr Mendes, doll?” Shawn hums, kissing her whole. Pecking her lips, he shrugs, pardoning, “Guess, Shawn works as well – as long as you’re begging.” She whines, moans, does everything to let him know how desperate she is for him.
And he takes mercy. Shawn slides his lips down, leaving the hot path to have her crave more of him. And then her nipple disappears between his equally rosy lips, tongue finally providing bliss to her. He swirls, teeth come and graze before sucking once more. All whilst, he pays no mercy to her other nipple, teasing it constantly with his fingers. He changes and changes back and he continues to do so until her back crashes back against the bed. Her hands lift up, stretch, back arching to be closer to him. Drifting back down, she pardons the sheets by grasping onto her hair instead, fingers sliding over her scalp as moans rack through her. “Oh my god,” she whispers, throwing her head forward.
Her hands touch his hair, just the top. She barely gets to feel his silky curls between the gaps of her fingers before Shawn is flipping her over at her defiance. She should’ve known she can’t touch him. But when a mouth so holy works at you, all rational thought becomes hollow.
She then notices how her evening dress is bunched at her waist, a mess like her. Curving her back, she already knows what’s to happen. Stretching her arms out, she clenches her thighs together when Shawn’s hand grabs her ass. He squeezes a cheek, plumps it up for a good spanking.
And she welcomes it with a hot pool in her stomach when his hand comes down on her. The thrum of tingles work their way up, fusing her brain with nothing but cloudy thoughts of want. Shawn’s hand slides up her neck and finally his hand finds its place in her hair, wrapping around it and tugging lightly to bring her neck up. She cranes her neck with a hiss, one hand finding her breast.
“Take my clothes off, baby-girl,” mutters Shawn. Her ears are ringing and she must’ve barely heard him. But he’s Shawn and she’s greedy for him, latching onto everything he does. He pulls her up with the grip of her hair and licks her lips. Twisting to look at him, she finds her lips bumping against hers.
It’s then she finds his hunger for her matching hers. All this dominance comes from his evergreen want to get a satisfying fill of her. He doesn’t spare her lips, wanting to keep her wanting no matter what is happening. Her fingers sloppily find his buttons. The pace at which she frantically undoes him, makes Shawn understand why her hands take their time to glide over his chest, press her thumbs into her nipples.
And then suddenly, she’s able to grow more impatient. Her fingers drag down his stomach, grabbing his belt and unbelting it. Sliding it off, she sets it beside them, knowing very well that with the way he is, Shawn’s going to want to make important use of it.
Shawn laughs, swiftly removing the white of his arms. When her hands sharply tug his briefs and slacks off his arse all at once, Shawn wants to ram into her, all the more. Feel her clench around his cock, tightly and splurge on him before she cums so lovely.
WIth a hand at her shoulder, he turns her around again and pushes her onto her stomach, once more. Carefully, she peers over her shoulder at him. He’s standing, a hand still planted at her ass. She smiles at how occupied he remains with her, at all times. Making sure she’s needy for him, no matter what.
Once he’s done, she barely has time to admire his thick cock, standing proudly, leaking just gently with precum. And she wants to taste and lick and, more than anything, she wants him to stretch her out, feel him so lusciously graze her walls, fill her up.
And he spanks her again, hissing when he does. “Fuck, look at how red. Just as fucking bright as your pussy, eh, darling? Fuck –” His rough hands grip her thighs and spread them apart. Cold air laps at her pussy, as she sticks her ass up for him, closer to his length.
But Shawn brings it closer, because then his cock is at the lips of her pussy, sliding against it. She jolts, shivers, almost crashes forward. But then Shawn is forcing her head down, cheek burying against the silk of the bed and fuck, she really needs him in her.
Shawn doesn’t let up. For a few times, he pats his delicious length against her clit, enticing her bundle of nerves with spasms of electricity. “Shit, you’re so wet, baby. Fuck, the sheets are wet, baby-doll. All because of you. All because I did this to you.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, chin lifting up. Her hands find her breasts again and she squeezes. She can’t control it as she juts herself against the sheets, imitating what would happen if he were pounding her right now.
All he does is let out a low chuckle and pull away. It angers her. Here her hair is no longer straightened with heat, teased open with her fingers and his. She wants to turn around and grab him, rip all the control away from him.
But then Shawn’s on his back, sliding between her legs. And then Shawn’s grabbed her ass, pulled her down and he’s feasting on her pussy. Proudly, as he does so. His tongue opens her up, tasting her sweetness as it falls upon his tongue. She’s clenching, frivolously, jerking.
She cannot help it. She straightens up, grabs his hair and pushes his head further against her. She screams, eyes clenched shut, body tightening with her core. He’s merciless, tongue curling at her nub, sucking more and more to drive her mad. Shawn’s a fucking God and she should’ve thought of that before.
There isn’t one thing he’s doing. His fingers. Shawn parts his mouth from her and she cries. She fucking cries, whimpering unashamedly atop him. She squeezes his wonderful tresses helplessly, frustrated that his cock isn’t inside her.
But then his fingers are. The only warning Shawn provides is by a swipe at her clit before he’s curling them inside of her. Two digits, he knows she can take it.
Shawn moves, getting up with all the grace the both of them have to offer – she’s nothing but a mess, falling into his every lure. His trousers are hanging low off his thighs, and still, he manages to come up beside her head, knees quietly dragging up the silk sheets. He pushes her onto her back and she only prays that it’s for what she craves.
Shawn grunts, teeth scraping tightly against his lower lip. To let out some frustration, his fingers pinch at her clit. His other hand pushes her hair back, all familiar. He taps his length against her parted lips, swiping the plum gloss around. She grins, given what she’s been wanting so long.
Mouth wrapping around his cock, her head bobs, tongue licking continuously at his head before sucking. She knows just how to fit his cock into her mouth, make it hit the back of her throat as best she can without gagging. Pulling it out, she pumps it in her hand, looking up at him.
She sees green, intensely. Streaks of hazel sparkles. She smiles, heat rushing to her cheeks. She’s sure Shawn smiles softly at her.
Her body loosens and the clenches once more at the new sensation that captures it. His fingers go deep, stroke her walls with bliss. The moment of softness now masked with burning passion. Shawn’s slow at first, massaging her warm. He peers up at her, eyes sparkling with joy to see her so fucking gone.
Her stomach curls, knots up. Her fingers latch onto his wrist, push them into her even more. “Shawn, fuck, fuck, fuck, Shawn – please, FUCK!” she screams, to only have Shawn’s fingers only driving into her faster. She starts to bounce, riding onto his fingers because he’s finally giving her what she wanted.
He’s slipping away, emptying her out.
Her eyes open up and she hisses, “Shit!” She should’ve savoured it more, should’ve had more of Shawn, when she could because his teasing is endless.
Her breath gets caught in the lust fizzling in the electric air, held by his hands curled around her thighs, stroking right above her clit. Her hands tighten with great desperation as Shawn’s tongue swipes up her nub, coating her in much needed warmth. It’s all she gets.
Leaning down, Shawn lets her hear his pants right up against her ear. “Get up.”
Before she could do anything, he has her up, by the ass. Driving her around, he presses her chest against a pillar in the room. She huffs, grinning, pushing her ass back into his length, intentionally grounding herself against him in all the right places.
His fingers pamper the silk dress off her body, softly touching against her curves. She worried for a second of the rip it may cause. But he knew everything he had to do. Shawn’s huffs land on her shoulder, burning her, swooning her. And when he looks down, there it is. Lace propped just above her ass, Shawn grabs her swell, plump in his hand. He squeezes and she rests her forehead against the pillar. He slaps. Tightly. Surely.
Fingers burning over her ear, Shawn trembles with his words, yet tart in tone, “Would you..say you’re all mine?”
Her lips part against the cool marble, a short hiss passing her teeth. “All fucking yours.”
Shawn tilts his head to the side, smirks, as if he knew this all along.
His finger curls around the G-string, and he slips them further down. Soaked fabric urges him to pat the head of his cock against her clit.
“Oh my fuck, Shawn.”
He’s in her, made her eyes roll back, stars gleaming behind tightly shut eyes. She shivers, lets out gasps as if she’s forgotten to breathe. Shawn’s no stable either, lips tightly shutting away loud grunts.
She’s grabbed his hands. His fingers tweak her nipples, the other rubbing at her clit.
Shawn moves inside of her, finding his passion in life all over again, all in her. Her hair feathers her forehead, neck tipping back. Lips capture her skin there, suckling and teasing. Imprinted with bright red marks, she spurs further, reaching behind and grabbing her hair.
Grounding back against him, all she can say over and over again is his glorious name.
“Move faster.” He does. Sweetly sliding against her wet walls, tightening her core. They move frantically. Shawn hasn’t had enough. And so he lifts a leg, manages to curl it around him despite her back facing him.
Sweet, gorgeous skin graces his eyes, her hair fluffing around her head.
“I’m gonna come,” cries Shawn, blowing out a loud moan as his neck stretches, his head falling back.
She gasps, looking behind her, finding his lips bitten red with pleasure. Cheeks rosied up, just the sight she wanted to see. She appreciates him like this, vulnerable, different from how he was at the beginning of this. All gloried in their precious fucking. It’s all she wanted from him.
To bottle up this image, replay it for the moments he’s not with her. She rubs at her pussy even now, watching him. She moves her hand faster, wanting to come. “I can’t believe you’re there already.”
He moans louder. “Fucking foreplay -” His hand comes over her throat, fingers massaging before he pleasurably presses down.
“Fuck me harder,” she hisses. His head falls forward, lips attaching to hers. She parts just a little, grunting over and over again. “Right there, Shawn, right fucking there!”
“Gonna come? Huh, darling? All over me, right baby? Fuck, such a good girl,” he lazily whispers. “No one’s fucked you like this, huh, babe? All like this for me, right?”
She cries, ending with a moan, her ribbon lips parting and Shawn can only imagine her sucking on his dick, moving that expert tongue all around. But, right now, he needs her like this.
She whimpers but he wants to hear her more. Shawn rubs her clit, faster and faster, licking her neck right over her sweet spot. Her arms grip his biceps, nails clawing deliciously into him. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come like this, baby.”
And his moves become sloppy and sloppier until he’s sure he’s had enough.
A sweet release, his body shuddering, her being filled up with warmth. Warm juices flood her, release waves of shocks all through her.
Her hips rotate, thrust, body quivers to just make Shawn’s mouth water. He leans forward instantly, mouth aching and only finding relief when he scrapes his teeth against her rosebud, before flicking it tautly with his tongue. She pushes down on his cock, dragging his head up for a lavish kiss.
It’s when he’s handing her a few tissues, does Shawn really address the issue, “Dude, your dad is going to kill us.”
“We’ve been married for a year now, I’m sure everyone knows why we disappeared.”
Shawn squints, sitting on the edge of the bed whilst she fixes her dress. “Just don’t tell anyone we were roleplaying.”
“They might be accepting, honey, but they’re not clueless,” she hums, rolling her eyes.
I go to uni in Scotland and it’s the exact same administrative shit... it’s so frustration because they’re all like “your mental health matters!!!” And then when you ask for counselling they just go “no :)” and on the off chance that you get a yes you’ll be on a waiting list for at least one semester if not two...
they don’t care. they really don’t.
exactly, they legit don’t care, it’s so fucking annoying man
Hiii!! I read that someone was asking about Lboro and just wanted to add on to what you said (which I fully agree with). The management is so, so, so shitty. My sister practically got kicked out of there for no reason (and this is not me being biased, because she really is so smart). It was such a badly managed and tragic thing and I am sure it is the reason for her low self-esteem. I know the education there is good, she went there because of that very reason (and she got accepted to a LOT of great unis), but the student support system is CRAP. Absolute nuisance. She got little to no assistance when she approached the management for help, and was left off to dry on the side. I think at the end they offered her some washed up, shitty course but at that point she was so mentally drained that she wanted to just leave. Idk if this is the universal experience. I hope not. But I have heard of Loughborough being praised a lot and it pisses me off because I saw firsthand what it did to my sister, and I can’t imagine ever going there (still have 2 years to think about unis LOL). Anyway, reading your opinion on it made me so sad because even though IDK what happened with you, I could tell that you were dissatisfied with them. And I just hope you’re okay. My sister is now in Queen Mary (right!!!!!) and so glad that LBORO is a thing of the past. Girl, you got this. I have been following this blog for a bit and I know how amazing you are, so if you decided to transfer then more power to you. Fuck universities that don’t treat their students well. A degree is only as good as the person, you don’t have to slave away and kill your mental health just for a stupid SCHOOL (says me, who’s considering applying for Oxbridge hahahahaha). Anywayss love I’m really sorry for how long this was. I just had to let prospective students know that there’s better places. And trust me, you got this!! All of you!!!! Lots of love xxx (sorry if this was a bit of ramble hahaha it’s really late but I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you <333) - r 🌈
Hi! Wow, reading this .. man the amount of comfort it gave me. Is there a way I can talk to your sister? Because I feel like her and I have a lot to relate to.
Thank you for sharing, I cannot begin to tell you the .. comfort this brought me. To know there’s someone who’s had similar experiences. I’m sorry she had to go through so much. I’m really sorry.
I’m so fucking happy she’s at Queen Mary now because that’s a good move!!
Loughborough doesn’t care for its students. Neither do so many other universities. So, honestly, yeah, management matters a shit ton. I am a person who only looks at the university’s ranking to determine my worth - I had to learn the hard way that it’s not as such. The location and the management matters a duck load.
Lboro is the reason I went into depression so a massive fuck you to them.
I miss my friends though and they’re some really good ones. Unfortunately, the university had to fuck that up for me.
