Shawn Mendes Imagines

Late Night Jobs

I sauntered through the front door, slipping my flats off as I took a quick glimpse of the clock hanging on the living room wall.

Another long day at work kept me from seeing Shawn for almost the entire day. I walked quietly to our bedroom, the soft sound of skin slapping and muffled moans were audible abaft the door.

"Shawn?" I called, turning the doorknob, my eyes meeting his as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hard on resting in his hand, pants and boxers in a pool around his ankles, his face turned bright red with mortification.

"(Y/n), I didn't- I just- I-"

"Shh," I put my finger over my lips, making my way towards him as he swallowed nervously.

"I'm sorry," he squeaked as I dropped to my knees in front of him, facing his visibly throbbing length, his lips drawn together as he waited for me to please him.

"You're a naughty, naughty boy, you know that?" I looked up at him through my dark eyelashes, watching as he licked his lips, running a hand through messy quiff.

"I won't d-do it again, I promise," he mumbled quietly as I chuckled.

I took ahold of his member, my tongue grazing along the length of it, watching as his body shuddered while I blew cold air onto the tip.

"P-Please don't tease me," he breathed, tossing his head back, his hands reaching towards me as I swatted them away.

I stroked him gently as he continued to breath heavily, waiting for me to take him into my mouth.

I chuckled again, wrapping my lips around the tip as he groaned in satisfaction.

"Mm, (y/n)," he breathed, his hands pulling my hair out of my face as I swirled my tongue around the tip, hearing him let out a small grunt, clearly pleased with my actions.

I hollowed out my cheeks as he threw his head back, a slew of profanities mixed with my name flew from his parted lips, enjoying his late night blowjob.

"Come on, Shawn, I know you're close," I mumbled, as he pushed me further onto his length as I felt it hit the back of my throat.

Shawn's head was thrown back, sweat drenching his hairline, his mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows drawn together as he focused on the pleasurable feeling I provided, his cheeks still a bright pink.

"Oh g-god," he stuttered, his top teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he tried to control his sounds.
I felt him twitch inside me before he released.

Getting up, I looked at his facial expression, his mouth still hung open, his chest rising and falling quickly as I stripped of my clothing, laughing quietly to myself.

I sat down on his lap after ridding of my clothing, my hands wrapped around his neck, smoothing his hair back as he gave me a cheeky smile.

"I'm sorry, I should've waited for you," he mumbled, resting his head in the crook of my neck as I kissed the top of his head.

"My mouth will always be better than your hand," I chuckled, "never forget that."

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i feel dirty after writing this idk...blowjobs are groSSSSSSSSSsS

-Rebecca