shawn mendes imagines

Patient

this particular one shot contains rape. please don't read if it is a trigger for you.

"Shawn I need to get back soon. I have a flight in the morning." I said.

"I'll be right with yo-" He was interrupted by a gross retching noise as Geoff started vomiting in his pot plant. Lovely.

"You stay here and help him and you can come later, alright?" I said. He gave me a look.

"It's nearly midnight, it's not safe." He said and I shook my head.

"It's Toronto, Shawn. Nothing's going to happen." I reassured him. But he wasn't having any of it.

"No I'll just quickly clean him up and we can both go."

I rolled my eyes. As much as I love him, he does get too overprotective at times.

There was more retching and the sound of vomit hitting the floor and Shawn rushed off in search of Geoff.

I took this as an opportunity to finally slip out of the door and walk home, shutting the door quietly behind me. It was only 4 blocks, I told myself. What could really happen?

I was barely two blocks away when I passed an alleyway that looked empty at first glance, but once I saw something stir inside, I froze.

A drunk man came leering out of the darkness, wearing a filthy white top and a pair of jeans that looked like they had never been washed.

"What's a pretty girly like you doing out here all alone?" He slurred, smiling sinisterly and showing his yellow teeth.

He staggered a few steps towards me and I took small and quick steps backwards but slipped in my heels as I fell off the pavement and into the road.

I was about to fall backwards when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back up.

"Oopsy daisy!" He said, pulling me closer to him.

I tried pulling my wrist out of his grasp but he had an iron like grip and my wrist was trapped.

"No point strugglin'." He said, his raspy breath swept over my face and I almost gagged at the smell.

He moved his stumpy fingers up my arm as I realised the outcome of this. I shouted for Shawn, for anybody but I didn't get far because he grabbed my throat, silencing me immediately.

"We don't want none of that do we? All you need to do is relax. The more you struggle, the more it hurts, geddit?"

I nodded, tears brimming my vision. He slowly unbuttoned my top and then pushed my bra upwards, exposing my chest.

He grinned an evil grin and moved his hand downwards and into my panties. He wasted no time in putting in three fingers, thrusting them in harshly, unlike the way Shawn did it.

I whimpered, tears streaming down my face and dripping onto his hand which had stayed on my neck, still in a tight hold but slightly loosened so I could breathe.

"Dear, dear there's no need for those tears are there?" He said, pulling his fingers out.

"I think you're ready for the real thing now, don't you agree?"

I shook my head as violently as I could and tried kicking him away but he tightened the grip on my neck and I stopped immediately.

"You are badly behaved, aren't you?" He said, staring back at my chest "don't give me a reason to use my knife, it would be a shame to ruin a pretty body like yours." He gripped my breast but then paused, listening for something.