Shawn Mendes Smut

Dirty Mouth

You unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underwear down in one quick motion. He was already semi-hard, the anger and your helplessness against his advances such a turn on.

Before making any kind of advancements to put your mouth to good use, you looked up at him through your long eyelashes, feigning innocence and trying to look as sorry as you could. He met your eyes and instantly felt a rush of blood to where he needed it most, his length hardening completely before you.

You lean your head forward slowly, tongue poking out past your lips slightly in order to land a small, teasing lick to the head of his cock, now leaking pre-cum at the sight of you so willing to submit for him.

"Don't tease me, you're already in enough trouble," he warns, leaning his hands against the wall behind you and looking down at you, clenching his jaw yet again. You do as you're told, taking his head completely in your mouth, using your tongue to lap at him. He groans at the contact, shutting his eyes tight and losing the fight against himself to keep his hips still. He thrusts them forward, almost his whole length sliding into your throat. You weren't prepared, spluttering and gagging at the intrusion. He pulls his hips back, letting you breathe, before he pushes past your lips against.

"Good girl. Fuck, you take my cock so well. Relax your throat for me, baby. That's it," he praises as you take him back in his entirety, the tuft of his pubic hair tickling the end of your nose.

Now your throat is relaxed, he takes advantage of the slippery warmth of your mouth, sliding himself in and out gaining pace as the pleasure rocks through him, leaning his weight against the wall to hold himself up. Your hands grip onto his thighs, the muscle in them so taught and thick you could barely get a grip, but you needed to steady yourself somehow...

"Gonna cum all in that pretty mouth, that mouth that let all that shit slip earlier. You wanted a dirty mouth, huh? You're gonna get one..."

You start to suck on him each time he thrusts back out of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks harshly against him. He grunts deeply, biting down on his lip.

"S-so close, keep sucking..." You don't stop, wanting to get him where he so clearly needed to be. "Touch yourself, rub that pussy for me."

You follow your orders, sliding your hand between your thighs, your skirt still bunched up around your hips. Your fingers dip into the lace of your panties, surprised to find an unbearable amount of slick already gathered as your entrance and using it to lubricate your clit, rubbing fast little circles over it.

You start to moan, the sound coming out as hums with Shawn still abusing your mouth. The vibrations send him to new levels of pleasure.   "Open wide, y/n. Tongue out," he warns.

You oblige. He takes his cock in his own hand, furiously pumping away with grunts and groans flowing freely from his mouth, until hot spurts of cum land on your tongue, not a drop spilled.   You sit still, like a good girl for daddy, your mouth filled to the brim with his cum. He loves the sight, his jaw hanging slack and head hanging down, watching you as you sit there.

"You look so pretty like this," he crouches down, hovering just above you. He dips his finger into your open mouth, covering it with his own cum and using it to create a gloss to spread over his lips. He just loved to play with his cum... "Swallow the rest for me, sweetie."

Your lips close, your throat swallowing his cum so neatly but leaving the glossy layer on your lips. And quite unexpectedly, his own lips came crashing down to yours, tasting himself on them. His tongue licks up his own mess, sloppily cleaning you up with such urgency.

Satisfied with his work, he stands up, pulling you up by your hands.

"I'm not done with you yet, babygirl. Get on the couch, just how I like you."  You knew what that meant; you climbed onto the couch, taking your panties off in the process, leaning over the arm with your ass in the air for him. Perfect.