A Collection of Imagines

Shawn

Afraid

"Just shut up, Shawn." I open the apartment down angrily. I'm so sick of his jealousy. I smack my keys onto the table next the front door. He stumbles in behind me with another exaggerated huff coming out of his mouth.

"Fuck off. How can I shut up about this, huh? And you were so letting it happen right in front of me." I hated watching it unfold right before my eyes. Her leaning over the bar while I'm 20 feet away from her and I see the guy move closer to her to tell her something I can't hear over the loud music.

I turn towards him and put my hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do at that moment? Tell him my jealous, drunk off his ass boyfriend might have a problem with him talking to me?"

"Yes!" I bring my arms up and I slam them down dramatically on my legs. She gives me a disgusted expression as she throws her hands up in the air before storming off further into our apartment. I growl under my breath and walk after her.

I put my purse on the counter of the kitchen and I whip around to him again. "You know what? That's so mature of you. I shouldn't expect anything more of you."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I stop about a foot away from her. I watch as she steps away from me. Her hands go up to her hair, pulling at the root out of frustration.

"It means you're acting childish, Shawn. Over fucking nothing! YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A CHILD WHO'S TOY GOT TAKEN AWAY FROM THEM! AM I A FUCKING TOY TO YOU SHAWN, HUH?" I step over to him with my hands still in my hair.

She's mine. Why can't she understand that? I love this girl with everything that I have. She can't pull away from me.

I place my hands down to my sides when he doesn't answer me. His eyes want to say no to my previous question, but nothing leaves his mouth. I wanted words, but all I heard was nothing. The question rises in my head. He has to be jealous for a reason. Insecurity? "What are you so afraid of?"

I frown as I look into her searching eyes. "You know what."

"Well, obviously I don't if I have to ask." I step closer to him, closing the gap between us. My chest touches his. He just stares down at me whilst giving me no reply. "Tell me."

Her hands clutch onto my waist as she stares up at me. I look away from her pleading eyes. I don't want to reveal that to her just yet. How I'm needy for her. How I can't live without her. I feel her hand leave me momentarily as she reaches up to rest it on my cheek, moving it so I look at her again.

"Tell me why you are so afraid." I whisper as I softly demand him to speak his mind. "Don't shut me out."

At those words, my head dips down quickly to her. My lips attach themselves to hers and again I'm left with her sweet taste. My hands immediately goes into her hair. She groans into my mouth as I pull slightly at the root. Her fingertips dip underneath my loose shirt. They trail up until they reach my upper stomach. I moan into her mouth at the tension that her skin brings there. She knows how to touch me in just the right way.

I feel his hands move under me. He clamps them on the back of my thighs and he squats down. I place my hands around his neck as he lifts me up onto him. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the kitchen counter. I feel the cold granite on the back of my thighs and I relax onto it. His hands move under the material of my dress. They continue their path up until they find the hem of my panties. I take a sharp inhale on his mouth at the feeling of his fingertips wrapping around the fabric.

I don't waste anytime when I pull her panties down her legs after I find them. She kicks out of them with her lips still attached to mine. Her hands shuffle down my neck to my belt. She quickly undoes the buckle and pulls down at the zipper of my pants. She pushes down the material along with my boxers until she can grasp me fully in her hand. I moan once again at the feeling of her skin wrapped around my manhood. She strokes back and forth. She separates lips with me and watches how she controls every aspect of my pleasure. I push her hand off of me, not wanting to waste anymore time. I pull her closer to the edge of the counter top. I line myself up to her aching core. She lets out a breathy moan when she feels the tip of my cock brush against her sensitive clit. I push into her and my lips wrap around hers again.

His hands go up to my waist and I wait for him to thrust into me. I love these moments. The moments where we need to have each other right there and then. Nothing can stop us when we're feeling this way. I love it so fucking much. He finally thrusts into me again and I loose myself when he does. I scream out as he slowly hits the spot where he gets me the most. I lean backwards and I let my back hit the cold granite. He thrust again and my back arches up. "Fuck, Shawn."

I watch as she bends up into me. I love it when she's this flexible. It's a fucking beautiful sight. Her on the kitchen counter, arching her back to meet her hips with mine. My name at the back of her throat. God, I could cum right here right now just by looking at that. I lean down to cover her gaping mouth with my lips once again. She brings her hands up to the back of my neck and I make my thrusts slower.

He slows his pace to painfully slow. My fingers claw into his shoulders, begging for him to go faster. His lips let go of mine and he buries his head in between my neck and my shoulder. "Please, Shawn."

"I'm afraid of losing you." I lean up to a standing position, but I continue my thrusts into her. She flashes me a concerned look, but it disappears as I thrust harder into her. "I'm afraid that you will see how I'm so insecure about you finding out how I'm going to be away from you so often that you might actually leave me." My hand goes down to her clit and my thumb grazes over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Shawn."

"I'm afraid that you will find someone better. That I will never get the pleasure of doing this--" I press thumb down onto her clit and start rubbing circles into it while in rhythm with my thrusts. "-- ever again." She arches her back again and screams out a moan from the back of her throat. My mouth salivates at the action. "I'm afraid that one day you will believe that you aren't mine anymore. But, let me tell you something." I lean down to her again. I place my lips over hers, barely touching as I speak into her open mouth. "You will always be mine. I own every fragment of your being, just like you own mine. Even when I'm long gone, you will always be tied to me, you understand." She nods rapidly under me.

"Please let me cum."

I feel the words on my lips as she speaks them. I lean up again, staring down at her. "Who do you belong to, hun?"

"You, Shawn. I belong to you. Please. Shawn!"

I thrust into her faster and my thumb moves rapidly. Her hand desperately tries to grasp the material of my shirt, but by the pleasure that I'm giving her, she fails miserably. It brings me closer to my high and when I finally see her body shake uncontrollably and her walls clench tightly around me, I finally release inside of her. My body falls on top of hers. I listen to her breathe in and out as I feel her chest rise and fall. At a certain point, her breathing slows and her hands go back up to my hair.

"You know that will never happen, right?"

"Yeah, I know now." I laugh on top of her.

"How?"

"When you screamed your mine at the top of your lungs." I laugh harder into her. She playfully pulls at my hair and lets out a small chuckle. I look up at her blissful expression still spread across the cold granite.

"I love you."

"I love you."

AN: is it just me or does anyone else want to be a submissive for Shawn?