shawn mendes imagines

fuckable [part 1]

OVERVIEW
y/n is as innocent as it gets and shawn wants to show her a few things. (basically the more mature version of my imagine titled, "Teaching Kisses"

songs »

kiss it better; rihanna

lost; frank ocean

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The relationship between Shawn and Y/N was always one to question. They had been best friends since 9th grade, when Shawn moved to America. Long story short, everyone picked on the dorky Canadian kid while Y/N was the only defier. She admired his slight accent, thought it was cute even.

And so of course, as you can imagine, Y/N didn't have too many friends either. She was mostly a pretty shy girl, only letting her true hilarious self through with people she felt absolutely comfortable with.

Shawn was that person.

"Mendes, you better not have eaten all my fucking chocolates!" Y/N shouts into her apartment, remembering Shawn sending her a text during Economics that said something along the lines of 'coming over. you have food and i don't.'

He emerges out of her small kitchen - barely considered a kitchen to Y/N's mother - with, sure enough, the box of chocolates in hand. He's been caught red handed, giving a goofy smile and the shrugs of his shoulders, "They weren't that good anyway," Shawn reassures, remembering these particular candies were bought for her by a fuckboy whose only intention was getting in her pants.

"You little bitch, I was going to eat those!" she groans, even though she knows they couldn't have been that good to begin with.

Shawn thinks this is sorta kinda cute, seeing her get all flustered over practically nothing.

"So, what was the asshole's name again?" he makes his way over to her, pulling her down to sit on the small white sofa.

"Jeremy Collins. Ugh, he was so dreamy and then he talked and all I wanted to do was cover his words and never have to hear his voice."

He laughed, never understanding her search for "the perfect boy", "That bad? Damn, maybe you've gotten too accustomed to my voice."

She rolled her eyes, swatting his arm, "No dumbass, his voice was fine. What he said was beyond stupid though," She laughed, resting her head on Shawn's shoulder, "I said: Not everything is about sex, I actually have a personality - and so he interrupted and said: Can your personality sit on my dick?"

Shawn quite literally fell back in laughter, snorting a few times as he clutched his stomach, "He actually fucking said that?"

She laughed too, knowing he never meant to hurt her feelings, just maybe her search for love.

She stood up, mumbling about having to change out of the way too tight jeans as Shawn simply nodded, scrolling through his phone while she was absent.

When she came back, Shawn noticed the outfit she chose to bless his eyes with. A tshirt that used to be his, barely-considered shorts, and some fuzzy socks with her hair thrown up into a top knot. Not that he had those types of feelings for her, but damn, did Y/N have perfectly long legs. Plus, her ass was hanging out of those "shorts" but who was he to complain?

"What do you want to do?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.

"Movie?"

She nodded, turning Netflix on to her television while grabbing a blanket for the two of them. "What movie-" "The breakfast club." Shawn answered for her, smirking as she smiled at his remembrance of her all time favorite movie.