Shawn Mendes Smut Novels & Stories

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

He added, plucking his lips towards Everett, before completely pinning him off as the boy struggled to unbound himself while muttering curses and profanities. “I feel like I need to cover Maddy's eyes up,” Said Shawn, leaning on the bed frame looking at the scene in front of him. “This is SPG.” He added weirdly. This is surely one of those memories that he knew would be stuck up to the back of his head forever. “This is hilarious. I'm going to record it.” Said Sabrina, opening her phone's camera recorder. Sabrina in a bikini earlier was quite splendiferous. But Shawn would be lying if he says that she wasn't slaying it in this simple oversized shirt that she probably stole from one of the bo

That might just be the perfect idea to get him shooting over the moon. I folded the list and slipped it back to my pocket as I began to touch the mouse and search Google. I typed Shawn Mendes, and in just a matter of milliseconds, the Canadian singer's profile popped up. As far as I can remember, this guy is his high school celebrity crush and when I clicked images a lot of his photos from different campaigns showed up. I took one glance and another stare, blinked multiple times and then I just realized that I’m way hotter than this guy, but you know there’s always something special about boys who can actually sing and play the guitar at the same time. People say boys who play the guitar and

It eventually got the better of him, causing him to throw up everything in his stomach. Madison's cloying voice kept going. "What's wrong, babe? You're alone in Imperia. You'd break my heart if you don't take care of yourself. Time, distance, qualifications… All of those things don't matter if our hearts are one. I'll always be waiting for you." Shawn jerked his head up and roared into the phone, "Get the fuck away from me and die, you filthy slut!" Then, he hung up. A big wave of viewers flooded the livestream during its last few moments. Plenty of them recorded the scene, edited it, and posted it all over the Internet. The whole livestreaming site nearly crashed.

It was the first genuine, happy laugh I'd made after enduring all that suffering. He stopped and stared at my smiling face before lowering his head to capture my lips in a deep, searing kiss. This kiss held no punishment or domination. Instead, it was filled only with the preciousness of something lost and regained, and a love that ran bone-deep. One month later, we held a small wedding by the sea. There were no guests, no fanfare—just the two of us, witnessed by the vast blue sea and sky. Damien slipped a ring onto my finger. It wasn't a diamond, but one he had painstakingly crafted himself from a seashell, shaped exactly to my taste.

Soon, Shawn also returned, and he flashed an innocent smile as he looked at me. He opened his backpack and brought out an alcohol wipe, which he began wiping the phone with. After that, he also wiped his hands. "This is it." He said, his tone soft and casual. I shuddered, not wanting to imagine what he did to Kane back there. Shawn... was he really an omega?

"Are you serious?” “Yeah. Ana, I’m sorry, but you should look at Shauna’s I*******m post.” “Why?” “Just do it right now, okay, and then call me. I will handle it.” She hangs up, and I open I*******m. It’s my first post on my account, and it’s a video of Shauna and Alex. The captions read “honoring five years as friends with benefits with a romp” and the video shows Alex and Shauna in the throes of passion.

The look of admiration and attraction was evident in her eyes and I knew she felt the mate pull too. Our bodies were still glued and I noticed goosebumps lining her skin as her nipples puckered against her thin dress. My body was starting to heat up and I could feel my shaft harden. I just wanted to have her in my arms but then why was she mute and why was she detested. "You can't talk?" I asked her with a frown on my face. "She's mute! She's fucking dumb." I heard someone shout and realization dawned on me. I was suddenly filled with disgust toward her and immediately I pushed her away.

I think she starts to say something in the middle of a sob or so, but then he ends the call and tosses the phone aside, not even flinching when it smashes down on the floor. “Now scream louder,” he growls, “stop holding back those sounds you've been holding." My eyes widen. How did he------ ? Fuck!!! I explode, squirting across the velvet as I my orgasm hits me suddenly. He roars, spilling his cum inside me, holding me tightly to himself untill he's done. Then he pulls out, grabs No. 2, and pushes her down to lick me clean. When she's done, Mr. Sterling doesn’t let us rest for long.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll