Shawn Mendes Imagines

Quiet

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Shawn took you on tour with him for a few weeks. You rode on the bus with him and had your own bunk, but most nights you snuck into Shawn's bed with him.

You were sitting in the common area with him and a few of the people he travels with, watching a movie.

Shawn slowly inched his hand onto your thigh, his fingertips sending chills down your spine. He started rubbing your leg, moving his large hand over your skin, sliding it to your inner thigh slowly, gently squeezing it.

You bit your lip and touched his hand with yours. Leaning in next to his ear you whisper to him.

"Meet me in the bathroom."

And with that, you stand up and walk to the back of the bus, where the bathroom was.

About 5 minutes later the door is pushed open and Shawn appears in the tiny room with you.

He wastes no time and quickly attaches his lips to yours while sliding his hands up your sides, pulling your shirt over your head. He removes his shirt as well and you run your hands down his abs.

All of your clothes are soon piled on the floor, leaving your bodies exposed in front of each other.

Shawn grabs your ass while you make out, getting more needy by the second. He pulls on your thighs, lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pushes your back against the wall.

He presses his lips to your neck, sucking and swirling his warm tongue on your skin.

He pushes into you slowly and you let out a moan. He quickly covers your mouth with his large hand.

"Shh, you need to be quiet baby girl," he whispers into your ear, his voice hot and raspy.

He starts thrusting into you, his hand pushing firmly on your face. His eyes are shut tight and his eyebrows are knit together. You could tell he was trying to conceal and hold back his own moans as he breathes heavily.

Sweat starts to form on his forehead as you take a fistful of his brown hair, tugging on it to compensate for not being able to moan.

He grunts under his breath, grabbing your hand and slamming it against the wall behind you.

"Shawn, I'm, c-close," you whisper, your head thrown back.

"Me too, hold on baby," he thrusts a few more times before releasing together.

His face was red, his cheeks flushed and sweat lined his forehead and made his hair damp and messy. You ran your hands though it, smiling and pressing your lips to his sweetly. Your chests rise and fall together, both trying to return your breathing to normal.

"I love you y/n," Shawn whispered, tucking a piece of strangled hair behind your ear.

"I love you too."

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