Shawn Mendes Imagines

Photoshoot

(This is requested by my bestie Kanaya_1113 so yeah, here ya go sista. Btw this isn't a part two of the last imagine, but I hope you enjoy!)

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(This is kinda PG I'm sorry 😂❤️)

I watched as Shawn posed in front of cameras, the people behind them just snapping away recklessly, knowing that their skills will probably hand them a good picture at the end of the day.

Moving on, let me just tell you how amazing Shawn looked. Oh my, if I could have him in bed right now, I would.

"Y/N?" someone called. I snapped my head to the direction of the sound, praying to my lucky stars that they didn't see what I was looking at.

"Huh?" I asked, my eyes trailing to my side and down, or basically just staring at Shawn's uh.... Frank. My head was still turned, but my eyes we're definitely enjoying what I was looking at.

"Eyes up here, Y/N," Shawn said, clearing his throat.

I blushed so hard that I felt like my cheeks were on fire. "S-sorry," I stuttered, still dumbfounded on how he could find out.

"Come here," he said, motioning me to his side as I checked if I looked presentable. Well, I should be, as the stylists gave me a complete makeover to match Shawn's outfit.

I walked toward him, the stylists putting his clothes on before brushing the nonexistent dust off his shoulder.

"You look amazing," he breathed against my ear.

My hormones. My freaking hormones. Why did you do this to me, Shawn?

"You don't look too bad yourself," I replied, trying to be as casual as I could possibly be. I mean, imagine standing beside your boyfriend. And your boyfriend is Shawn Mendes. Shawn. Peter. Raul. Mendes. Can you just-

"Shawn can you wrap your arm around her waist?" one of the photographers told him, to which Shawn obliged.

And soon enough, the cameras started clicking, the lights started going off and on, and I stood there, just smiling.

I looked up at Shawn, and noticed that he was staring at me. I want to kiss him so bad.

"Then kiss me," he whispered.

"Did I say that-" I was interrupted by his lips pressing mine, and I immediately closed my eyes.

Whistles and cheers were heard, but I couldn't help but ignore them. For all we know, it might just be in the magazine.

It took everything in me to pull away, as I could practically feel Shawn's hand pulling me closer. I obviously didn't want people seeing our make out session. A kiss was enough.

"We're continuing this when we get home," he whispered, pecking my lips once more before looking at the cameras once again and so did I.

"That was actually really cute, guys. I never thought people dressed in vintage clothing could look so cute as a couple," Shawn's manager, Andrew, said.

"That's offensive, Andrew," Shawn replied, laughing. I looked up at him, and heard a camera clicking.

"Aww! You guys are so cute!" one of the stylists exclaimed, showing us the picture that she just took.

Shawn was laughing, and I was looking up at him.

"There's another one!" she continued, showing the other picture.

It was the exact same picture, but it was reversed. I was smiling to the camera, and Shawn was looking at me.

Okay, I had to admit that it was cute.

"Alright, we gotta go!" Shawn said quickly, before practically dragging me out of the photo studio.

"Someone's excited," I commented with  a slight giggle.

"Sh," he shushed. He kissed me hungrily, opening the backseat, and I knew that he wasn't waiting until we got home.
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Hey guys! I hope you liked this imagine! Sorry it was kinda mature!

Fun fact: I never know what to write. I just start something and let the ideas come as I go 😂 which is why this one turned out like this.

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