Shawn Mendes Imagines

After-Party

The driver opened the door for Shawn and I as we quickly slid into the back seat of the sleek black limousine that glistened under the moonlight. It was almost midnight, the two of us just leaving a wild after-party following the award show we attended just hours ago.

All giggles and rosy cheeks, Shawn turned to me as we sat side by side in the stretch vehicle, beginning our long ride home. He placed a hand on my thigh and his head on my shoulder, his dark brown hair, a bit damp with sweat, tickling the skin of my neck. He pressed a hot kiss to my collarbone for display in the short, thin silk dress. I sighed at the feeling, loving the way his lips just grazed my skin, enough to make me crave him more. And that I did.

It had been tough for me to restrain my raunchy thoughts and refrain from pulling Shawn into the nearest empty room for a quickie. He wore a tux, all black with a red bowtie, fitting his muscular figure perfectly. Each curve of his biceps was immaculately carved out in the fabric. His hair was styled up and his skin had a radiant glow to it, cheeks laced in pink, eyes dripping honey and lips begging to be kissed in all their glory.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Shawn asked, lifting his head off my shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow, his lips slowly curving upward to reveal a toothy grin as I simply blushed.

"You just look so sexy in that tux," I whispered, straightening out his bowtie.

"Hm," he licked his lips, sliding his large hands up my thighs and holding firmly onto my hips, "I could say the same thing about you in that dress, babe." I smiled, looking back up into his eyes to see he was already staring at me.

"Come here," he mumbled quietly, lifting his hand to my left cheek and leaning in for a kiss. His plump, pink lips pressed against my cherry red ones with intense passion.

The kiss was getting heated quickly. Shawn's hands moved from my face, to my waist, and back down to my thighs, lifting me off the leather seats and onto his thick, dress pant-clad thighs.

"I want you so bad, Shawn. Do you want me, too?" I begged, kissing down his jaw while he lifted my dress to my waist, brushing his fingertips against my panties.

"You know I always want you, princess," he responded, laying his head against the headrest of the seat.

"How long until we get home?" I asked quietly, resting my forehead against his.

"Around forty-five minutes."

I giggled, biting my lower lip and reaching for his belt buckle. I unzipped his pants, before dropping to my knees on the floor of the limo, sliding his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Shawn undid his bowtie and his shirt, tossing them both to the side, then put his hands behind his head, biting his lip as I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, working the rest of his shaft with my hand. Licking a stripe up the underside of his length, I moaned quietly, making Shawn groan in response. Slowly, I put my mouth back on his tip, deepthroating him inch by inch.

"Oh fuck!" Shawn cried out, his hands holding my hair back in a makeshift ponytail. I took his length out of my mouth, working him with my hand for a few moments, before continuing to suck on the tip again, making Shawn shudder in pleasure. "No more, babe, I-I wanna last for you."

"Oh my god," Shawn breathed out as I pulled my mouth off of him, "you got lipstick stains all over my cock. That's so hot, princess."

Laughing, I licked my lips, before crawling back onto his thighs. I lifted my dress up, bunching it around my waist, then placed both hands back on Shawn's shoulders. With his left hand, adorned with a shiny, silver watch around his wrist, Shawn pulled my lacy panties to the side, and with the other, he grabbed ahold of his thick erection, rubbing the head against my aching clit.