••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

37: Make Up

Y/n's POV
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Disclaimer: This imagine contains some imagery that may be too intense for some readers. Contains: brief smut. Thank you!\\
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The front door slams shut as I irritatedly peek up from my book.
Slowly, my boyfriend, Shawn, stumbles his way into the kitchen to where I sit.
"Hey sexy-" he coos into my ear, pecking my cheek.
"Hi."
"Damn, what happened?" He scoffs.
I roll my eyes and take a sip of my warm, prepared tea.
He marches over to the kitchen table and slams my book shut.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" I bark at him.
"Answer my question first." A hot smirk unfolds onto his face.
"You're never here anymore." I pout.
"I'm sorry, babygirl, but work is just.. it's getting busy right now."
I cup my chin in the palm of my hand and look down at the drink in front of me.
"You want me to make it up to you?" He nips at my earlobe.
"How?"
"Stand up." His fingers snap at me.
"Wha-" he cuts me off.
"Do as you're told. Stand up!"
His voice bounced and echoed through our whole house.
My feet graze the cold tile. His tight fists take me in his grasp and throw me down onto the table.
"Obey my commands and this could be easy. If you don't.. well, we could do this the hard way." His eyebrows raise up at me. "Understood?"
His fingertips graze my ribs as I nervously glitch my head up and down.
He smiles, "Good girl, now why dont you lay down, right here, for me."
I allow myself to become loose and limb to his words, lying myself back onto the wood table.
A pool in between my thighs begins to form from this new side of him.
He begins throwing his clothing onto the ground.
First his jacket.. then his shirt.. finally, his jeans.
"Strip for me, baby." He demands and I oblige.
His warm hands begin touching my burning skin. The contact I need.. just enough to push me over the edge.
Windpipe, crying out moans, causing him to stop.
"Fuck.. please baby." I moan.
"Didn't give you permission to speak. You moan? I stop. Understood?"
Once again, I nod.
Finally, his hands find my burning skin again and rest right on my sopping heat.
"Fuck, Y/n.. this wet for me?" He groans.
I allow his furiously aroused figure to lean right over mine.
"Remember, babygirl.. this can be a fun game.. if- if you play by the rules. My rules."