Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

177. Dessert*

A/n: Smuttiness is ahead in this one and so is explicit language! This is my first time writing about a certain thing, so yeah. Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this imagine. Okay, without further ado, let's begin!

I stepped out of the shower in the morning and went to grab my towel, but it wasn't there. I internally groaned.

"Shawn?" I called out. Soon, my husband of five months, the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes, poked his head into the bathroom with a smirk. He eyed me up and down.

"Yes sexy girl?" He asked.

"Where are my clothes and my towels?" I asked.

"About that babe, I was thinking, maybe we could have some quick sex before you leave for school?" Shawn asked, his eyes dark with lust. I shook my head.

"Sorry but no can do. I have to get ready for school, and you and I both know that it wouldn't be quick." I said. Shawn blushed. He then left the bathroom and came back with my towels and clothes.

"Here you go. Are you sure that we can't make love before you leave?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'm positive." I said. He groaned, causing me to laugh.

"Fine. I'll be in our bedroom while you dry off and get dressed." He said.

"Well you don't have to leave the bathroom." I said.

"Oh yes I do, because if I don't, we'll end up having sex. Holy fuck babe, the things that you do to me." Shawn said as he eyed me up and down again. I blushed and watched as he stepped out of the bathroom. It suddenly felt hard to breath as I thought of the things that Shawn and I had done the previous night. I wanted him, I really did, but I had to leave. I got dressed and left the bathroom. Shawn was sitting on the bed.

"I have work after school, so I probably won't be home until six o'clock." I said. He groaned.

"Babe, I'm already hard for you. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" He asked. I smirked at him.

"You have a hand, use it." I said.

"I would rather it be your hand." He said. I smiled at him.

"I have to go. I love you." I said.

"I love you too." He said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek - if I gave him one on the lips then it would turn into a makeout session and then I would be late for class - and left. While I was in class, I got a text from him.

My Hubby: I'm thinking of making dinner tonight. What should I make?

Me: I was thinking that we could skip right to desert.

My Hubby: What do you mean?

I then sent him a picture that I had taken that morning after he left the bathroom. It was a picture of me standing sideways while wearing a pink and lace set of bra and underwear. I was standing sideways so he would get a nice view of my butt. He instantly texted back.

My Hubby: Fuck.

My Hubby: Skip the rest of your school day and skip work too babe, I need you.

Me: Would you like me to get a master's degree in school counseling or not?

My Hubby: I would love it, but I would also love to be inside of you, hearing you moan my name while you scratch at my back.

Me: What we do tonight will be worth the wait.

My Hubby: You're killing me here babe.