You and Me, Forever

Love, Lust, And Pain

Disclaimer: THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.

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

This da link of the original imagine: https://shawnjpeg.tumblr.com/post/183467997750/love-lust-and-pain

There is so much smut in this- never mind, pass the holy water please...

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Camila is on the bed of a random hotel room, the sixth one ever since she joined Shawn on tour. The moonlight streams through the window, bathing her in a soft glow. Her head is thrown back, hand between her legs. Her chest heaves, rising and falling restlessly. Her nipples pearl as the cold breezes wafts through the window she opened an hour ago.

She moans softly, eyes squeezing shut. She lets out a small, 'Fuck,' fluttering them open before closing them shut again. However, Camila opens them again, looking in between her legs. Groaning, she pulls up the pink dildo from between her legs and sucks on it, before bringing it between her legs again.

Camila can very well take advantage of her rockstar boyfriend, who is within a ten metres radius of her. However, it would be terribly, ethically wrong. The two had just fought about him having forgotten the wallet she bought for him in the arena they just departed from, but having remembered the bouquet of roses a singer gave to him, three days ago. And so, they began to fight, her arguing that she wants him to care for the small things. He yelled that she matters the most to him, to which she scoffed, in the anger dismissing the way her heart raced. It escalated from there, him bringing up small things from months ago and her calling him out for it.

They got out of each other's ways half an hour ago, and Camila was sitting on the edge of the bed, reminding herself of the flashback. But the audio was muted, and all she was focusing on was how his veins on his arms were prominent, and how strong his tattooed hand looked as he weaved it through his beautiful curls, messing them up. She remembers how Shawn's rosy cheeks and the hair made him appear to have just rolled out of bed after a good fuck. With the memory of the thick vein on his neck appearing, Camila was done for.

She leaned over, to his backpack, grabbing the dildo she put in once she came on tour with him because her handbag was too small. There was never use for it, but it's something she carried around. Her boyfriend tends to look extremely hot all the time, but he is also a busy man. When he's off doing interviews or soundchecks, mouth pressed against the microphone which Camila rather have pressed between her legs, Camila would make quick use of the dildo that did poorly to imitate Shawn.

She's been fingering her clit, running her hands over the inside of her thighs, pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts for a while. Then, she placed the dildo on the bed, pushing it inside her. Nevertheless, it only managed to earn a small moan from her, not close enough to what Shawn can get out of her just by touching her clothes pussy.

So, she flipped herself onto her back, wondering if it would work. She takes her time, pressing her finger to clit, leaving the dildo inside of her, just to feel her walls clench around it momentarily. Then, she begins to pump it in and out of her, rubbing her clit to increase the friction and her sensitivity.

But she's been trying for twenty minutes now, her hand growing tired from rubbing at her clit, thus laying limp beside her. She has been focusing on pumping the dildo in and out of her, closing her eyes and imagining it as Shawn's cock. But she doesn't have her vibrator and she needs both of them to feel half as good as she feels when it's Shawn.

Whining, Camila pulls the dildo out of her and throws it onto the bed, between her legs and yells out a, "Fuck!" She's even more pissed now, for other reasons. She's getting angrier by the second as her fingers find her clit again, rubbing and tracing circles onto it. Giving up, she gets off the bed, pulling up her lace panties, after picking them off the floor of the hotel room. She puts on her matching push up bra, huffing when it's on and throwing her hair furiously behind her shoulders.