shawn mendes imagines

movie

lowkey smut...

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"i can't believe i'm about to do this..."

currently, me and my boyfriend are in the very back of the movie theater, on the balcony in the theater, trying to fix shawn's problem.

"for the love of jesus, how did you even do this? we're literally watching paper towns you idiot." i laughed, referring to his massive (you got that right) boner.

"i might've been zoning out, thinking about last night." he smirked, his eyes sparkling even in the dim light.

"you loser," i rolled my eyes, sneakily resting my hand on his thigh.

he took in a hitched breath as i moved to the buckle of his pants, slowly unbuckling them.

"you're driving me crazy." he breathed, as i winked before shoving my hand down his pants, palming him.

shawn bit his lip in an attempt to not moan, failing enough for me to have to put my other hand over his mouth.

"shut up unless you wanna get caught." i sternly said, making him gulp hard and nod profusely.

his eyes darted to mine as i moved to the waistband of his boxers, his eyes rolling backwards as i finally and fully gave him what he needed.

"holy shit..." he muttered, as his head rolled back, unable to hide a low moan.

"don't stop." he mumbled against my neck, sending chills down my spine.

the way he would bite his lip to keep a moan in, drove me insane. and it was just a matter of time before it would be over.

just like that, he let out a pretty loud moan, which i'm surprised didn't get us caught, as he reached his goal.

"my god, i love you." he breathed heavily, trying to regain a breath.

"yeah yeah, or my hand jobs." i smirked, now looking in his eyes.

"that too."

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ok so i wrote this in a movie theater. good lord, help me.