shawn mendes imagines

lingerie

((smut warning))

(a/n; i see a lot of you guys are freaking out because i wrote that he is 16 in this imagine, but please keep in mind that i wrote this book in 2015 when shawn was actually/around 16 haha. it's an old book. just go with it my loves)

Right when Shawn walks into the kitchen, the first thing I notice are the three large, glossy, black bags gripped in his large hands. I raise an eyebrow and squint my eyes at him, taking a bite into one of the many chocolate chip muffins he stashes in our pantry. Setting them all onto the island where I'm sitting, his face morphs into an expression matching mine as he steals the last bite of the pastry out of my fingers and swallows it down in one gulp.

"I got you something," he smirked, holding his face up with his two arms, comfortably rested in between my legs as he looks up at me.

"I see," I breathed out, eyes still fixed on the huge shopping bags, beside me, tilting my head up to try and get a peek.

"What is it?" I questioned innocently, biting my lip when I see his eyes brown eyes cloud with lust.

"Open it and find out," he said smugly, hands now rested on the bare skin of my thighs, calloused thumbs rubbing circles into the sensitive skin. I hook a finger into one of the dark bags and peer down into it, laughing when I saw what was inside. Everything was lace. I couldn't see much, but it was enough to tell everything was extremely expensive.

"Shawn, you know better than to go out and spend all of your money on me," I scold, picking out the tissue paper lining each piece, continuing my little investigation. Pulling out one of the straps, I reveal a lacy black bra, a pair of panties to match it, and a little brown tag, the triple digit number printed neatly atop. My jaw dropped as I gawked at the price, "Especially on things this expensive!"

He's quick to steal the garments out of my hand, ripping the tag off and throwing it behind me before I could complain any longer.

"What's so wrong with spoiling my girlfriend?" he pouted, ticking my nose with his index finger. I scrunch my face up, swatting his hand away from my face.

"Every once in a while isn't a problem, but every week is just a bit excessive," I giggle, dropping the lingerie back into the bag. He rolls his eyes.

"I've got millions of dollars I don't even need. What better way to spend it all on than you?" he looks up at me through his dark lashes and I felt myself to slowly fall into his little game, "Besides, I'll probably be enjoying these more than you'll be."

I grin and smack his shoulder while he picks the clothing and begins to walk towards the bedroom.

"Let's try them on, hmm?" his voice hummed as I shook my head playfully and followed his steps into the darkly lit room.

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"How do you like one?" I tease, twirling in front of his handcuffed body, sauntering over to where he sit and straddling his hips. Shawn groans and rolls his head back, viciously tugging at the cuffs on his wrists in attempt at at breaking them off.

"Ah, ah, ah," I mutter, resting my hands on top of his, stopping his movement, "You know the deal."

Before I'd agreed to the little fashion show Shawn desperately begged me to do, I decided I could have a bit of fun with it. The deal was, he must stay seated, hands held down by his sides. He couldn't touch me, nor kiss me, but only look at my taunting motions, and I loved it.

"You're killing me, babygirl," he whispers, gasp leaving his plump pink lips as I pressed light kisses
on the soft skin of his neck. Getting lost his soft moans, I rock my hips into his, giving him friction, but not nearly enough for his hormonal sixteen year old-self.

Just as Shawn's kips start to move with mine, I hop off quickly and hide a smile when he gives me an angry look, eyes scanning my body once again.

"Uncuff me," he growls, tugging at his restraints, but I shake my head and snicker, dancing off to the full length mirror beside his writhing body.

I pose in front of the large mirror, loving the way the silky red lingerie looked on me, smiling at him from over my shoulder, "This one's my favorite.." I trail off, licking my lips, "is it yours?"

"You know damn well it is."

Chuckling, I pondered over the thought of ending his painful teasing, deciding on finally unlocking the metal grip on his wrists. The moment his hands are free, he grabbed my forearm in a tight hold, throwing my body onto the plush duvet.

"You know, I thought I'd enjoy the show," he says, edging dangerously close to me, pulling the black t-shirt off his chest, muscles flexing in the process of it, "I thought you'd been a good girl lately and deserved to be spoiled. Hell, I was even going to let you cum tonight, but now? I don't think so."

With no warning, no foreplay, absolutely nothing, he slammed into me, causing me to cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He was slow to pull out of me, but fast to ram back in. He was avoiding my spot on purpose, he was avoiding anything that would make me cum.

Shawn's groans were causing me to get wetter than I already was as he effortlessly slid in and out of me. Sopping sounds and the noise of skin slapping against skin filled the tense air as I grinded my bum against him,
hoping, begging for more.

His speed picks up and I know I'm not even seconds away from hitting my high. I contemplate on cumming without telling him, not caring much if I get it afterwards.

"I feel you clenching around me, darling. I said no. You aren't cumming tonight," he hums into my ear, fingers freely roaming the skin of my arms and chest. I clutch the bedsheets beneath us, feeling Shawn twitch inside of me.

"Bad girls stay edged, good girls get to cum. Which one are you, y/n?"

"I don't know," I managed to spit out, mind fogged and unable to think with Shawn's endless taunting.

"You sure, babygirl?" he darkly chuckled from behind, carelessly ramming into you, causing me to have problems forming clear thoughts.

I whimpered in response, "Shawn, please."

"Please what?"

His nails dug into my shaking hips and he screams my name as he releases inside of me. The feeling pushes me over the edge, and without much thought, I cry out and let the tight feeling in my tummy go, completely forgetting about Shawn's previous words.

Although my expected reaction was him getting angry and pulling out of me, he did quite the opposite and collapsed beside me, turning his head towards mine and running his fingers through my hair. I was breathing hard, cheeks red with sweat covering my entire body. His chest rose and fell in a steady pattern as he smiled, heavy breathing making it sound like he'd just ran a marathon.

"I though you weren't going to let me cum," I panted jokingly, shutting my eyes and looking straight ahead.

"I love you way too much to do that to you, doll."

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