shawn mendes imagines

happy

"Shawn," I whispered in to his ear, cautiously throwing one of my legs over his naked abdomen and eventually moving over to lay on him. "Wake up, idiot." 

His eyes stayed shut, but a small smile tugged at the corner his pink lips. "What do you want?"

"Wake up. I'm hungry." 

"Why don't you go make some cereal?"

"Because I don't want to, Shawn." 

"Why do you have to be so complicated?" 

"Shawn, just get up, will you?" I groaned, slapping his firm chest with the palm of my hands as I sat up. Shawn groaned back, and I only laughed in response, traveling my hands up to his jaw as I leaned back down. I laid my head in to the crook of his neck, lightly pecking his neck numerous times. "Please?"

"Stop, _____." He mumbled, quietly gasping as I continued to kiss some more. "_____." 

I ignored his complaints, trailing my kisses up toward his jaw, lining the bone with my lips. Shawn didn't know what to do. He laid motionless on my bed, hands randomly placed on my bare hips, until he turned us over. His muscular arms propping himself up as he looked at me and grinned.

"Alright, _____. That's enough." He mumbled, before landing his lips on my forehead, cheeks, jaw, nose. Anywhere, but my lips. His way on teasing me back. Shawn's rough fingertips brushed against my stomach, and then, teasingly, let them roam around my body. He chuckled against my neck, giving my skin one last kiss before letting himself fall on top of me, head still against my neck and hands feeling my body. 

I laughed in to his hair, running my fingers through the tangles of his bed head. He groaned at the feel, urging me to continue, and I did. Shawn's fingers sneakily travelled on to my thigh, drawing circles with the palm of his hand. "I'm still hungry, Shawn." 

"Always hungry, _____." He muttered, propping himself up with his elbows as he kissed me nice and slow. Shawn's large hands snuck underneath my thighs as my arms wrapped around his neck, lifting me up from the bed and standing up. 

I laughed in to the kiss, gasping as he snuck his hands to my bum. "Shawn!" 

He chuckled, pecking my nose as he set me down at the bottom of the stairs. "What may you like today, miss?" 

"Pancakes and coffee sounds lovely."

Shawn chuckled again. "Good. I'll be waiting in the living room."

"Not even, Mendes!" I scoffed, grabbing his arm to drag to the kitchen. "I make the coffee. You make the pancakes." 

He threw his head back with a groan, embracing me in a tight hug as he swayed side to side. "I'd much rather just lay in bed, baby." 

I rolled my eyes at him, pushing him away. "If we lay in bed right now, you're making dinner." 

Shawn grinned, kissing my forehead. "Deal." 

"Alright, then." I brought my lips to his ear, softly kissing his earlobe. "Race you to the bed!" 

I sprinted for the stairs, hearing Shawn groaning a, "That's so unfair!" even if he though he caught up with me before I could ever reach my bed. 

"You stink!" 

"You're just mad I won, _____."

"Whatever, Shawn." 

He grinned again, and the butterflies hit me for the first time in the morning as he laid beside me in the bed, tangling our legs as he leaned in closer against my chest, feeling our hearts beat in the, now, quiet morning. "I love you." Shawn mumbled, our foreheads touched as he let out a deep breath. "I love you."

7:46 in the morning, running around the small home in our pajamas, showing our love no matter the time with laughs and kisses. I would never trade the world for these moments, because normal mornings turned in to memories when I met Shawn. Mornings became our time to spend, to conquer in a way different from others. Before meeting Shawn, I would have never thought that mornings could ever be so happy.

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i have had the worst week ever and i decided to just write y'know.

im in dire need of requests! i have been on writer's block this whole week :'(

xoxo,

sas