Shawn Mendes Imagines

Quickie**

Summary: Shawn and reader manage to squeeze time in for a quickie before the biggest show of his life.

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I am pushed into the bathroom stall of his dressing room at the arena. Alessia had just finished her set, leaving us some time to get in a quickie.

Shawn closes and locks the stall door while I begin to take off my shirt, exposing my blue bra. He turns around and pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my back as he connects our lips. He bites down on my bottom lip as I pull apart from our kids to take off his shirt. 

"How many minutes?" I ask as I fumble with his belt.

"Six." He replies. I unzip his pants and lead him to the toilet. Shawn sits down and slides a condom on while I slip my panties off hastily, and kicking them to the side as I step out of them.

"Got it." He says to me. I slide down on his hard cock, . His hands go behind my back and he unhooks my bra. I bring my hips up and down, riding Shawn slowly as he takes my bra off.

"Fuck," he grunts once I pick up speed.

"Shawn," I pant. He rests his hands on my bare ass under my skirt, squeezing every so often. I toss my head back, my hair cascading down my back, while Shawn trails kisses on my exposed chest.

"Y-yes."

"Faster." Shawn demands, slapping my ass. My hands go to his bare shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I pick up the pace.

"Five minutes." He reminds me.

"Let me." I wrap my arms around his neck and his lifts me up by my ass. He harshly pushes me against the wall and takes control.

"Shawn!" I moan out loud as he thrusts into me hard. I lean my forehead against his shoulder.

"Shit," he pants, "Baby girl, you feel so fucking amazing."

"Shawn, oh my god." I moan,

"Who fucks you real good?" Shawn asks me.

"Y-you do." I answer.

"Say my name."

My mind struggles to formulate words because all I can focus on is his thick cock inside me. I force out a chocked moan "Sh-Shawn."

"Louder baby." He rasps

"Shawn!" I moan in a high pitched tone. "I'm close."

"Baby girl," he grunts, "cum for me." I bite my bottom lip and clench myself around him. He rolls his hips into me and my eyes pop open. I let out a long moan as I orgasm and scratch at his back.

Outside the bathroom, there's a knock. Shawn places a hand over my mouth to stop my moans as he still thrust into me. My eyes widen and I panic thinking someone heard us.

"Shawn? It's time to go." I recognise the voice being Cez's. He calls from the other side of the door. Although his tone seems more of urgency than knowing what was going on inside.

"Yeah I'll be out in a minute." He replies. Shawn turns back to me and continues to deep dick me until he cums. My nails dig further into his back and my tits bounce right in his face.

He kisses me and I kiss back harder, tugging on his lip because I knew it would send him over the edge. That's when I feel spurts of hot liquid inside me and I bite my lip to conceal the loud whimper about to slip out.

My legs fall loose from his hold and he places his hands on either side of my shoulders. He pulls out and I struggle to stand.

I give him a look, referring to telling him earlier to wait until after the show but he claimed he performed better after some rough and hot sex.

We start to get dressed as I manage to look like I didn't just get fucked senseless by my boyfriend.

He smirks when he sees me limp slightly and winks before walking out.

"Pre-show rituals matter babe."

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