You and Me, Forever

I Promise I'll Always Be Around

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This is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.

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Everyone is right. Shawn Mendes is an absolute Greek God and so controlling yourself around him is difficult. Really difficult.

For example, right now. Camila is perched up on Shawn Mendes' lap in the front seat of his car. They are parked on the backstreet of Shawn's parents house. It all began because Shawn came back from his festival tour, and, quite obviously, Camila missed him very much. They went home, changed, shared a few kisses, before they were back on the road, heading to Pickering.

Somewhere around forty minutes into the ride, Camila rolled the windows down and was looking at the passing lights of the city. When she turned again, she caught Shawn staring at her. It set her heart right off.

And so, Camila kept her gaze locked on him. Consequently, Shawn grew flustered under her gaze and the desire in the pits of their stomachs kept expanding. It kept expanding to the point, where Camila touched his hand on the steering wheel with one of her own and Shawn understood the signal. So, he pulled over.

And that is how they ended up on the backstreet.

His lips drag down the column of her throat, her hands pressing into his scalp, her head tossed back. Her hips shift and she can feel him under her. His hair is a mess, thanks to her, waves and curls lapping over each other and falling over one side of his forehead. His cheeks are red and when Camila grabs his face and tilts it up, a heat develops in her at the sight of his red, glossy lips (thanks to her clear lip gloss, partially). "I missed you," Camila mumbles, leaning forward and kissing him.

"I missed you most," Shawn whispers against her lip, finishing his sentence by biting onto her lower lip. Camila grins, momentarily pressing her grin against his and then capturing his lips again.

His hands move from her waist and slide up. They fumble with her bra buckle before he manages to undo it. "Hehe," Shawn chuckles in victory, pulling away.

Camila smiles, but then she takes in his thick neck and her mouth plants itself onto his Adam's apple, immediately. She laps at the skin there, tasting his lotion, then grazing her teeth across his neck and sinking them into the side of his neck. She sucks until she is sure there is a hickey forming there. Once proud of a few repeats, Camila realises that her hands have magically begun to undo his belt and his are pulling down her trousers.

Camila's breath picks up and she begins to help pull both of their trousers down when Shawn grips her wrist. Camila's hair flips back as she snaps her head up to look at him. Her hair is a mess from his fingers running through it. "Camila," Shawn gently begins to say. Softly, his hands glide down her bare thighs to her calves. He begins to tug her trousers back up her legs, explaining, "We don't . ."

He's at a loss for words – he doesn't know what the actual terminology is.

Camila smiles at him, pulling his own slacks back up his legs and buttoning them up and putting his belt on again. She leans forward and pecks him multiple times.

Camila and Shawn have been dating for five months now and, by this point, Shawn would have slept with his girlfriend. However, Camila wanted to wait. It is very rational, they both know. Camila had a boyfriend who left her after sex and another who broke up with her a month after they had sex. With Shawn, firstly, he is not around much and on top of that, Camila does not want to go through the pain again.