Shawn Mendes Imagines

Hotel Nights

requested by & dedicated to nadiabieber94 hope you enjoy!

haven't done smut in a while... (-:

•

•

He sits with his stiff back to the end of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him on the thin, carpeted floor. You sit across from him, your shins crossing over one another in a web as you simply stare at him, him staring back, seeing who will speak first.

"Why are we on the floor?" he asks after a heavy silence, though it wasn't awkward at all. You just liked looking at him, and you could tell he felt the same. His voice was gravelly, thick, the hour interfering.

"I don't remember," you laugh lightly.

"We should get on the bed," he suggests. "It'll probably be more comfortable."

You chuckle, not opening your mouth as you hum under your breath.

He leans forward, suddenly close enough to you for his abdomen to be against your lower stomach, the thin material of his shirt begging to be removed.

"I love you," you whisper, your voice barely audible as your fingers trace over the lines of his lower back, up his spine, beneath his dark t-shirt.

"I love you too," he smiles, lips to your cheek. His hands sail across every inch of your body he could reach from his position, absentmindedly, but somehow with all the care in the world.

He kisses you first gently, lips only pressing to the right end of yours with the most tenderness of stress. But it soon grew into something much more, his legs untangling from yours as he scrambles to his feet, never breaking the kiss.

He turns you around so you sat down on the bed now, his body detaching from yours for only a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it in a wad on the floor, crashing back with such force that your back sinks into the white duvet as he hovers over you.

At a quick and desperate pace, he removes your shirt too, the rest of your clothes slowly hitting the floor one by one.

"I missed this," he whispers, looking down at your body with admiration, his thumb circling your belly button.

You respond quickly, without hesitating the slightest bit, "me too."

The next few moments were a blur of skin-on-skin, of soft moans that couldn't be kept to the both of you, the quiet mumbles of sweet nothings into the air that rose to fill the room.

The heated interval between the two of you lasted for what seemed like only a short amount of time, the high rising; falling, holding you for as long as it will-- until sweat began to trickle down the side of your face and your knees shuttered by the buzzing of adrenaline inside of you, and he released.

His body beside you on the bed, breathing deeply as his chest rose and fall in time with yours, a million thoughts rushing through your head while you recovered.

As his arm used the last bit of energy it contained to pull you closer to him, your back to his chest, you understood all at once that something as sincere and worthwhile as sex, and especially between the two of you, could never go to waste. Not a single moment.

It wasn't just about the collision of bodies, or that it felt pleasurable to him and to you. It was something much more-- even without telling you directly, you could feel his own love for you, deeper than anything you've felt before.

You were certain, above all else, that he was yours.

And you were his.

You let that final thought guide you into a deep slumber, still breathing heavily in and out as he plants a kiss on your temple, one that, while such a small gesture, sealed the whole deal.

***

make sure to vote if you liked this! could we get this to... idk.. 150 votes??

it would make me happy af!!

ALSO BDAY IS THIS WEEK IM SO READY