Shawn mendes imagines (book two)

Twenty Questions

In which shawn asks you to play a game and you give him exactly what he wants

It was late at night, nearly three in the morning when your phone screen lit up. "Hello?" You answered the call with a groggy voice.

"Oh y/n my wallflower, sweet my dear, why up so late?" Shawn asked softly.
You sighed, "I can never sleep on sundays......so I watch supernatural all night......and you?"

"Sometimes there's much better things than rest." You chuckled, "like what?"
"You."

"What do you want shawn?" You whispered lightly.
"Let's play a game." You scoffed.
"Of course you wanna play a game....why?"

"They say the freaks come out at night.....do they? Do you?" You scoffed, "not for you." Shawn chuckled.

"Can we play?"

"Twenty questions is it?"
"Mhm."
"God shawn this is a horrible idea." You could hear his smile.

"Go along princ-" he began yet you cut him off.

"Fine I go first......what are you wearing?" You said with a smirk, laying Down in your bed.

Shawn scoffed, or chuckled. "What I'm wearing?"
"Mhmm."

"Boxers......my turn."

"Okay."

"How would you let me touch you?"
"Whatever lies in that little imagination of yours." You felt your left eyebrow arch.

"Oh baby, you'd love what was in there..."

"My turn.......do you gave a daddy kink?"

"Always." Shawn chuckled.

"Do I make you wet?" You scoffed.
"Always." You could hear shawn's smirk in the dead silence.

"How hard is my voice making you?"
"Baby you should see the boner." You smirked.
"Okay, daddy let me see it?"
"Really?"

"No." You laughed.

"Touch yourself for me will you?" For a moment you thought of doing it. For the amusement of shawn, but all you did was moan through the phone.

"Fuck me shawn! Oh harder! Harder! Yes baby right there!-"
"If I was really there, you'd be losing your voice." Shawn said gruffly.

You sort of gasped.
"Truth or dare?" You said lightly. Smirking.
"What? We're playing a completely different game-"

"Truth or dare?" Shawn sighed.
"Dare."
"I dare you to come over to my house." Shawn chuckled.

"Why do you want me there?" He asked cluelessly.
"Don't you want to find out?"

"I'll be there soon...."

Shawn always liked you. You always made it seem as if you did not like him.
He may or may not have had a reputation of a fuckboy. (Could you tell?) He always slept around. And got drunk, and never called the girls back when he said he would.

He would do it all the time, only to make you jealous. He believes it works, and now he's gotten the chance.

Shawn came through the window, sitting on the bed beside you.

"I've been summoned here?"

"For all the right reasons you suppose?" You smirked.
Shawn chuckled. Biting his lip.
"I like you y/n....I like you alot." You smiled.

"I thought this was apart of your game?"
"What game?"
"Girl game. Where you do this and fuck the girl and never call her back?"

"Y/n that's not what I intend to do. . . For the first time in a long time I know what I want."
"Which is?-"
"You." You smiled, biting your lip. Shawn pressed his hand lightly to your waist, admiring your skin with his fingertips.

"I. . . I um. . ." You began.
"Shhhh-" he said as you pushed him away.
"I've never done-"
His lips immediately smashed to yours. You gasoed, parting your lips slow, confused at what to do. Yet as if, you had the instinct to kiss him back, hard.

Shawn smirked.
"What a natural you are." You grinned, biting your lip once he pulled away.
"Shawn i-"

With that the door bursted open and you gasped, freezing like a deer in headlights.
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To be continued?
Guys if you could not tell this is a Halloween imagine
Why you ask?
There's nothing scarier than a fuckboy 😂