Shawn Mendes Imagines

Afternoons Together

A/N: This imagine is for my daughter, sunnyymendes . Love youu

"Hey," I gave Shawn a soft smile as I leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom.

Sitting up, Shawn's eyes roamed my body, as I was only dressed in a pair of black lace lingerie.

"Come here, baby," he mumbled, biting his lip to keep from smiling too hard.

I walked over to him as he grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto his lap as I let out a small giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Shawn's hands roamed my body, moving down to my bum and giving it a light squeeze as I blushed, stuffing my face into the crook of his neck.

"You look so good, Kashma," he whispered, smiling, before pressing his soft, pink lips against mine, our mouths moving in sync as he pulled me closer to him, ridding of any existing space between our bodies.

"Can we cuddle?" I asked, batting my lashes and jutting my bottom lip out as I gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"When you give me that look, we can do anything," he whispered, before laying on his side as I fell beside him, laughing.

Propping his head up with his hand, Shawn laid on his side as did I, his hand traveling along my bare skin.

"Are you cold, baby girl?" He asked rubbing his fingers along the small goosebumps on my skin as I nodded.

"Come here," he mumbled, pulling me onto his chest and rolling over so that I laid on top of him, "I'll keep you warm."

I giggled, getting up slightly to pull of his shirt, tossing it to the side, "much better."

Shawn smiled, holding a look of love in his eyes as he admired me on top of him.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, Shawn gathered my hair together and then let it go, moving his hands down my body, giving my bum another gentle squeeze as I giggled, resting my head against his bare chest.

"What are we even doing?" I asked in between laughs as Shawn rolled over, his large frame now hovering over mine.

"Nothing," he mumbled, kissing the top of my forehead gentle, "but I love it."

"What do you mean you love it?" I asked, still smiling as I ran my fingers through his soft, brown hair.

"I don't know," he got off of me, laying on his back as the two of us laid there, staring up at the white patterned ceiling, "I don't think we have to be doing anything for me to enjoy being with you, and that's what I love so much."

I turned my head to the side, smiling as I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "so do I."

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i hate getting attached to people so quickly😔

-Rebecca