SHAWN MENDES SMUT

wet

Your royal Tommy Hilfiger dress was dragging on the ground as you stalked the premises of the Radio City Music Hall for a wet, tall brunette. Shawn had just finished singing his song and much to your surprise, he ended up soaking wet in the end. It was a bit of an understatement to say that seeing him like that was turning you on. Your heart dropped the moment you opened his dressing room to see his entire team swarming around the room, you were hoping to get some alone time before he had to go back out.

The second you walk into the room his glossy eyes meet your darkened ones and he sends you a smile bringing his water bottle to his lips and he throws his head back chugging down the water and you're eyes instantly divert to his neck and Adam apple and you squeeze your legs shut, tightly, the ache in between your thighs becoming unbearable. Seeing him their, standing, wet no cross that drenched in water his white tank top sticking to his fit body the cold air making his nipples hard was a sight you couldn't bare much longer. 

You're eyes slowly trail down his body until you look back up at him seeing him look at you, a small smirk playing on his wet red lips and you huff out in annoyance because you know he knows what he's doing to you and he is enjoying it too much for your liking. You walk over to where Shawn was around with the entire crew with everyone talking about how amazing the performance was.

Andrew turns around to you and starts a conversation with you not making you feel left out. "How do you think you're man was on the stage?" he asks, smiling. "I thought he was mind-blowing on stage," you pause turning your head around looking at Shawn seeing him stare at you intensely and your eyes shoot up to the curls that are wet and sticking to his forehead and you turn your half attention to Andrew finishing up your sentence, "and so was everyone of the guys," you smile at Mike shoving you playfully and lightly with his shoulder.

You make small conversation with the guys and it doesn't even take 5 minutes for Shawn to leave the room and you feel your phone vibrate in your hands and you lift it up seeing Shawn's name come up on your screen with a text.

"Restroom, right now."

You smirk to yourself, excusing yourself and you slowly walk to the restroom. You softly knock on the door and whisper Shawns name and within seconds the door is swinging open with his hand reaching out for you, grabbing you roughly and dragging you inside the small restroom. The second your inside he shoves you against the door, roughly, with his hand sliding to the doorknob his finger turning the lock.

He looks down at you his eyes flickering between your eyes to your lips and just for a second he slightly leans in almost giving in but he pulls back and you whine on the instead just wanting, needing, craving the feeling of his lips on yours. He puts each of his hands on each side of your head letting his biceps flex slightly and you swear you can feel yourself dripping for him with your core aching for him and he hasn't even touched you yet.

You look at him parting your lips to talk, "Shawn we don't have time for all this," you motion with your hands at everything he's doing right now and just as you were about to put your hands on his chest finally touching him he grabs both of your small wrists in his big hands and he puts them over your head. He leans down, heavy breath fanning over your ear teasingly and you should have known better than pressing your lower body against his lower wet body for any sort of friction.

He growls raspily against your ear and he lets your hands go, dropping to your sides and he puts his hands on your hips harshly turning you around and you bite your lip knowing you hit a nerve. His hand goes over to your ass over your dress his lips ghosting over your ear again and he presses his bulge against your ass, grinding against you, letting a whimper come out of your mouth.