Shawn Mendes Imagines

I ✧ PARTITION

M A T U R E C O N T E N T

"Babe, can you zip me up?" I walked into our bedroom where my husband was getting dressed. We were attending a prestigious dinner hosted by my boss, so we were dressed to impress.

Shawn nodded as I stood with my back turned towards him. I grabbed my hair in one hand, pulling it over my right shoulder so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper track.

His cold fingers grasped the zipper. I shivered as his hand slowly made its way up my back, encasing it in the silky gown.

"You look beautiful," He whispered in my ear. I hummed in content as his soft lips placed a kiss on my shoulder. "As always."

I spun around swiftly and draped my arms around his neck, locking my fingers together. "You don't clean up too bad yourself, Mendes."

My eyes focused on his lips as he licked them, smiling afterwards. "Is that so?" I nodded and returned his smile.

He stared at me intently, his head cocking to the side slightly. A hand lifted to my face, and he began stroking my cheekbone lightly with the pad of his thumb. "Gosh, I'm so lucky."

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks, and I leaned in to peck his lips. One peck turned into two, two into three, and so on.

"Shawn," I whined as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck and nipped at my collarbone. "We should stop while we're ahead. We literally just finished getting ready." Although the thought was tempting, I didn't want to be late to the dinner. Good impressions were important to me.

"But, Y/n," he mirrored my tone. A frown etched onto his face as he lifted his head to look at me. "How the hell am I supposed to stop? Just looking at you in this dress makes me wanna rip it off of you and fuck you senseless."

I cleared my throat, feeling a pool form in my panties from hearing Shawn's vulgar words. "I'm sorry, but we just don't have time."

My phone buzzed from our bedside table. I retrieved it, reading the text message. "See, our driver's here." I raised an eyebrow at him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Such a cock block." He mumbled grumpily while securing his Rolex onto his wrist.

I giggled, walking up to him. "Does the baby need a kiss to make him feel better?" I teased, squeezing his cheeks. He stared at me, stone-faced.

"Awe, Shawnie." I continued to taunt him, "Give me a kiss, baby." I leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. He grunted, turning his head to the side so that I kissed his jaw instead.

I hit him in the chest. "You're such a child, Shawn."

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"Are you really ignoring me?" I poked at my husband's face. He acted as if I wasn't there, continuing to type away on his phone. We'd been in the limo for almost twenty minutes, and he hadn't said a word to me.

"Seriously, Shawn? You're upset because I didn't want to have a quickie before we left?" He ignored me once more.

I sat back in my seat, sighing exasperatedly. Shawn was stubborn. If there was one thing he was good at, it was giving the silent treatment. I needed to find a way to get him to at least acknowledge my presence.

An idea came to mind. I stood up, crouching slightly as I moved towards the front of the vehicle. I tapped the driver on his shoulder.

"Yes, Mrs. Mendes?" He looked up at me through the rear view mirror, quickly returning his glance to the road.