Shawn Mendes Imagines

37. Red Carpet Time (S.M)

When the next celebrity walks onto the red carpet, you know you want to take pictures of him. You rush to be near him and you set your camera ready, beginning to take pictures of him.

"Strike a pose," you say, directing him on what to do next.

He gives the peace sign and makes a goofy smile. The flashes of other cameras begin around you but his eyes are on you, only you. You take the picture and as he's about to leave, he winks at you. 

You get taken aback with surprise and decide that it was probably nothing. You look over your photos taken and dreamily look at all of them, admiring all of him.

  Shawn Mendes. He's a walking dream.

The red carpet ends after a bit more time and you head back to your photographers room where you look over all of the pictures once again. A knock arises on your door and you figure it's probably just another photographer that needs some help since everyone is already at the award show.

You open the door and you nearly faint when you realize it's Shawn.

Shawn Mendes.

At your door.

"Wha—what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you and do something I've been thinking about since the moment I saw you."

"What would that be?" You confusingly ask and his smirk leaves you even more confused.

"This," he says and he brings his lips to yours.

The sudden shock of electricity swims around in you and Shawn places his hand on you, pressing you against the wall. Your tongues meet in the fiery kiss and you gently caress his neck, not ever wanting to pull away. He places his hands on your waist, causing the kiss to deepen and for you to breathe heavily as your tongues graze against each other.

The heat between the both of you makes a moan escape your lips but he then tells you, "we shouldn't."

"You're the one that started it."

"I know but if we keep going, I won't stop."

"Then let's keep going," you say.

His face goes into a smirk and he says, "alright."

He leads you onto the couch and begins the kiss again, making your head spin. His body shifts against yours and clothes get thrown to the floor, all quickly and breathlessly.

"Are you ready?" He asks you.

  You nod your head.

All you can say is that neither Shawn or you ever made it to the award show.

And neither of you regret it.