Shawn Mendes imagines

Too soon

'You're so fucking hot.' Shawn moaned, lips attached to her neck but slowly making their way down. She didn't know how it all started and frankly in that moment she didn't care. It felt too good to just forget and give in. She tried resisting, she really did but once his hand started tracing random shapes on her hip, the other one squeezing her ass and his lips, oh god his plump, delicious lips connected with her own all that hard work went out the window. It's like she wasn't herself anymore.

Familiar feeling of shame settled in the pit of her stomach, making both her mind and body feel uneasy.

The girl hated Shawn. He could get under her skin like no one else did. The guy had no idea about the real feelings behind her anger and sexual tension that would usually linger in the air when both of them were in the same room together. He didn't know that behind all the walls she was actually starting to like him. And that was what hurt the most. Knowing that to him this thing, whatever the hell it was, was just another affair that happened for too long. She was just another girl, just another trophy. But his skin was too soft, his scent too intoxicating to let go of and never hear about. A trail of bruising kisses on her thighs and his hot breath against her skin as he slowly pulled her underwear down left the girl wanting more. He started with his tongue first, drawing small circles and number 8 figures on her clit with just enough pressure. It felt both wrong and right but heavenly enough to let him continue. It all went downhill from there as he slid in 2 fingers, the tip of them brushing against her g-spot. They've done this so many times, Shawn now knowing exactly what to do to bring her over the edge. As he applied more and more pressure on the clit, tongue swirling around faster and faster his fingers were still going in and out at a slow pace. It was a nice contrast really, teasing her enough but not too much. He moaned against her heat sending chills through her entire body and bringing her over the edge. She came undone repeating Shawn's name over and over again like a prayer, body falling limp into the mattress. He smirked 'don't think we're done yet sweetheart'.

Memories played in her mind like a broken record. Shawn quietly snored, tightening his grip around her waist and falling into an even deeper sleep. He seemed too peaceful, to innocent to fully make her believe that what they have is real however this, this was a dream that could never come true. She knew she needed to stop but she wasn't exactly ready to end things just yet so the girl, once again created an image of perfection in her head, making herself, even if just for a moment believe that everything was alright.

Between the sheets Shawn was anything but shy. He was so much different than that guy. His hands would roam everywhere, animalistic growls and dirty remarks would leave his lips as he'd look down on her with those brown, lust filled eyes. He'd start out slow, sliding in easy and effortlessly, letting her adjust for a couple of seconds before quickly picking up the pace. He loved her hips. He loved to squeeze and suck on them, grip them while he mercilessly pounded into her. She would've never expected him to have a hair pulling kink. Any kind of kink for that matter. But whenever she'd grab a handful of his hair and pull, whether it was rough or soft, it would send a wave of pleasure through his body. He loved the pain and the fact that she was grabbing his hair because of the pleasure he was giving her. His moans would fill the room entirely and honestly she was completely okay with it. They both were guilty but they both didn't care.

She took deep breaths trying to fall back to sleep but her heart was pounding too much. It was aching and it was something she couldn't ignore.

She switched between digging her nails into Shawn's back and violently clutching the sheets as he buried his dick deep inside, hitting every right place with every thrust. Shawn was a kind of man to switch from position to position quickly and even though they started with the girl on her back by the time they both came she was on top, riding him like her life depended on it. They were both drunk off this feeling. Drunk off each other. Her body fell against his chest before he rolled over pulling the sheets over the both of them and took her in his arm. Moonlight seemed to light up the whole room when Shawn kissed her goodnight and she peacefully closed her eyes, tired body giving into warmth immediately.

Crawling from under the covers and away from him she quickly slipped on her clothes. After minutes of debating whether or not it was the right decision she took one of his t-shirt and discarded herself from the room. The next morning for the first time in months Shawn woke up alone, her usual side of the bed cold and untouched. He knew this was coming but he didn't expect it so soon. Too soon.

A/n: doesn't exactly make sense and it's my first time writing smut so yeah. Oh and the usual- probs too many mistakes. Also feel free to express your opinions cause that makes it easier for me to know what you guys like and what to write. Thank you so much!