shawn mendes imagines

birthday sex

im writing smut for u horny people bc it's shawns birthday & we hit 100k reads so thank u i adore u all

(DISCLAIMER: THIS INCLUDES A DADDY KINK AND EXTREMELY FOUL LANGUAGE SO PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN LIMITATIONS. IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS CONTENT, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT. DONT REPORT ME MAN. I WORK HARD)

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The dial tone rang as I held my phone to my ear, waiting patiently through rings I lost track of until I heard my boyfriend slur through the speaker of my cell.

"Hmm?" he grumbled, though through his annoyed words I could tell he was happy to hear my voice.

"How was the show in Portland?" I asked, biting my lip softly as I lean on side of Shawn's tour bus, arms crossed. I saw the silhouette of his body get up from the bed through the tinted windows as he continued to talk to me, oblivious to the fact I stood only a few feet away from him.

He thought I was still back home, waiting for his next break from the Taylor tour so I could wish him a happy birthday, but I wouldn't dare miss my boyfriend's seventeenth.

"It was good, it was good," he mumbled, a smile evident through his words, "Oh, and thank you for the cake, by the way. Geoff told me it was from you. The whole crowd sang, Y/N, I wish you would've been there."

"I'm glad you liked it, baby," I grinned, "Hey, can you open the door to your bus? It's freezing out here."

I heard Shawn freeze, followed by a few seconds of stuttering before he blurted, "Oh my God, Y/N, you didn't."

I threw my head back in laughter as I heard the door to the bus unlock and open, revealing an ecstatic, and very shirtless Shawn, big smile placed on his lips, arms stretched wide open. I ran into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck as he held me tight, breathing in each others scent, one we hadn't smelt for months.

"Why are you crying?" I gasped as soon as I'd pulled away, wiping away the small tear that escaped Shawn's gleaming brown eyes with the pad of my thumb.

Rolling his eyes, a red covered his cheeks, "I'm not crying!" he defended, "I just missed you. A lot."

"I missed you so much more, birthday boy," I chuckled, taking his hand and dragging him into the bus, "I have a surprise for you."

Connecting our lips, I shut the door with the heel of my shoe, double checking the lock was secure before leading him towards the bedroom and throwing him onto the bed. His lips were slightly parted as I began to strip, beginning with slowly unbuttoning my black blouse, dropping it on the flooring of his bus then adding my jeans to the pile shortly after.

I was left in his favorite royal blue lingerie, the expensive lace adorning my body fittingly. He just smirked, watching me with his dark, lust filled eyes.

Simpering over to the side of the bed, I was surprised when his fingers dug into the skin of my hips, throwing my body roughly across his lap.

"Are you gonna make daddy happy on his birthday, princess?" Shawn whispered in my ear, rutting his cloth covered hips against mine slowly.

I whimpered in response, nodding quickly as his glowing eyes pierced into mine.

"Use your words, darling, remember how daddy feels about you mumbling," he purred, slipping my panties to the side, plunging a single finger into my heat, languidly pumping in and out, drawing sounds out of me as if I were an instrument and he was the one playing it, painfully slow.

"Shawn," I cried, teeth sinking into the skin of my bottom lip, so hard to the point I drew blood. Shawn abruptly came to a halt, taking my head into his hands and turning my attention towards him

"What'd you just say?" he growled under his breath, "I think that deserves seventeen spanks, one for every year I've been alive. And every single time I better hear a 'Happy Birthday' come out of those pretty pink lips."

"Y-Yes daddy," I moaned as his hand came down with a sharp slap, "Happy Birthday."

"One," he breathed rubbing his warm fingers along the reddened skin in attempt to sooth the sting.

Each slap caused a shockwave of pleasure to course through my body, my center throbbing as each blow hit me. Although I'd seen this side of Shawn before, every single time seemed to be different.  He could switch from dominant to submissive, from rough to slow in a matter of seconds, and I loved it. Each time was like the first time with him.

By the time he'd reached seventeen, my flesh was red and stinging, my need for him increasing as the seconds passed.

"Good girl," a sly smile covered his lips, his hand bringing me upwards by the small of my back, "Do you want daddy to fuck you because you've been so good?"

I shook my head up and down hurriedly as his hand toyed with the sensitive skin of my breast, the tips of his fingers swirling patterns along the aching buds.

Bucking his hips forward, he allowed me to slip of his boxers so that his erection slapped up onto his lower stomach. His grip tightened on my hips as he lowered me onto him, stretching me out as I let out a high pitched moan. Shawn groaned, lips attached to my neck as I began to roll my hips over him.

Biting harshly at my throat, he left purple bruises in a pattern, eliciting whimpers and loud moans from my lips. He filled me up completely, bucking up his hips against mine to form a indistinguishable rhythm, but one that made me see stars.

I used my hand to push him back and settle him down, seeing that this was his day and that I wanted to do all the work. Resting both my palms on the sweaty skin of his torso, I moved up and down, watching in satisfaction as he threw is head back in pleasure, eyes squint shut.

I clenched around him as I felt my high coming close, causing him to move his thumb to my clit, finger moving in fast, tight circles, "That's right, doll, come for me."

I whimper as I came undone, feeling his warmth spill into me, Shawn's thrusts getting slow and my movements becoming lazy was we both rode out our highs. He kisses my lips lazily, running his fingers through my tousled locks of hair.

"Are you alright?" he mumbles, concerned, "That was a bit rougher than usual."

I pressed my lips to his cheek softly, breathing, "I'm fantastic, you're fantastic. I love you, Mendes."

"I love you too," he smiled, reaching over to turn off the lamp beside us, tucking us both beneath the sheets before resting his arm lazily across my worn out body.

"Happy birthday," I whispered one last time, right before my eyes shut completely from extreme exhaustion.

"You already said that, love," he laughed, "Seventeen times."

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fun fact: i hate writing smut

i would write a whole sappy paragraph for shawn but all i need to say is that i love him more than anything in the world. that's it.