Shawn Mendes Imagines

Writing The Vows

You were sitting on your living room couch, Shawn cuddled up next to you as you lean back onto his chest, flipping through the yellow spiral on your lap.

You had begun writing your vows at least two hours ago and you can't find anything that feels right enough to tell your entire love story in under one minute.

"Okay, Y/N, I think I got something," Shawn sits up, causing you to scoot over to give him space to face you.

He looks down at his piece of paper and clears his throat.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew -"

"Nope."

He rolls his eyes. "What?"

"We used to hate each other, remember?" You rub a circle on your temple.

"Oh yeah," He sighs. "Can you hand me another paper?"

You flip to the second page of you're notebook and rip out yet another crisp sheet of notebook paper, handing it over to him.

"Do you have anything?" He asks before he starts writing.

"Just a little piece."

"Let me see," He reaches for it, bringing it close enough to read.

"I've never known true love until I met you," He gushes. "Aww, you're cute."

"You give me butterflies everyday and I can't imagine living a life without you. . . " He continues, "Y/N what the hell kind of crap is this?" He shakes the spiral in the air. "This sounds like a hopeless love letter one would write in the sixth grade."

"Um, okay, rude much?" You laugh, snatching it back from him.

"Y/N, baby, it shouldn't be as difficult as we're making it. We should just, you know, write about how we feel when we're around each other. And I don't mean butterflies," His brown eyes lock on yours.

"Okay, so, what do you mean?"

He thinks for a minute.

"Oh, okay, so, give me one word to describe this," He quickly leans in and fits his parted lips to meet yours, slowly closing them as he runs his hands up your back, stopping at your hairline.

He pulls away, trying to hold in his laughter.

"Indescribable," You say, still close enough to feel his warm breath trickling on your cheek.

"Okay, now, sweet girl, give me two words to describe. . . this,"

He presses his lips gently onto the skin of your neck, leaving trails of kisses there until he finds your sweet spot. He moves your hair out of the way as he begins to suck, his tongue making circles around your wet flesh.

You throw your head back and softly moan, running your fingers through his hair as you shift on the couch so he was straddling your knees.

"Y/N," He pulls away, "Two words please."

"Right, um. . . "

"Those two don't count, princess."

"Shut up."

"Those don't either," he giggles, returning to making his hickey.

"Perfect and wonderful," You finally say.

He pulls away, his hands still on your waist as your eyes meet again.

Looking down at your body beneath him, he slowly brings his fingers to your upper chest, near your collar bone. He runs his smooth palm over the area until he locates your heartbeat, then finally leans down and plants a kiss there.

"What was that?" You ask, staring at him.

"I know it sounds cheesy, but, I just wanted to reach your heart for a minute," He shrugs, watching as you sit up on the couch.

You tilt your head to the side and smile, pulling him in by slipping your arms beneath his shoulders and nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

"I love you so much," You say quietly.

He rubs your back up and down, and you couldn't see him, but you could tell he was smiling. "I love you too, pumpkin," He says. "And I'm so glad I get to spend the rest of my life hugging you, and only you."

You pause for a minute, just feeling his embrace, before pulling away and pecking at his nose.

"That's good. Write that down," You laugh.

He sheepishly grins as he reaches for his notebook. "I am, I am," He says. "I love finding inspiration in you. I would ask if you want to get back to the vows, but I think I need a little more inspiration, darling."

"Feel free," You mumble, before scooting away from him and allowing him to fit his mouth to yours, holding your back with his forearms as his hands reach your sides. You feel his tongue slip in after forcing your lips apart with his mouth, moving over yours quickly and roughly.

You softly moan as his lips detach from your mouth and graze over your jaw instead, his fingers circling your waist and slipping under the hem of your sweater.

You allow him to take it off as his wet lips go down to your chest, his hands traveling your body, every move becoming gentle.

He slides your skirt and your panties down in one swift movement, and you reach for his belt and somehow unhook it with his lips still opening and closing over yours.

He takes off his shirt, leaving his boxers, before tracing over the lace of your bra that you assumed he was going to take off, but eventually, he didn't.

"Are we really having sex?" You ask breathlessly.

He shakes his head. "I just want to hold you, sweet girl."

And with that, he grabs either of your arms and pulls them toward himself, your chest pressing against his as your hands lock behind his back, his body warm.

He lays you sideways, his back against the couch, and you nuzzle your head into his neck, your legs becoming tangled.

You just lay there for a long time, not uncomfortable at all, until Shawn finally pokes his head up.

"Now," He says, "We can have sex, Y/N."

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