Shawn Mendes Imagines

Your Kid Walks In On You "At It"

A/N some of you aren't following me and Ik this sounds v needy but it would mean a lot if you did follow me (: Tysm ily

You sent your and Shawn's eight year old son over to Cam's house for a night so you and Shawn could have the place to yourselves. You don't usually do this, but it had been a while since the last time you had.

After taking a candle-lit bubble bath, Shawn got really eager and carried you into the bedroom before you could fully dry off.

He gently throws you down on the bed and you laugh as he crawls in next to you, holding the back of your shoulders as his lips crash repeatedly onto yours. He smiles as he does it, moving his hands carefully over your shoulders and to your collarbone.

He plants a kiss below your ear as he holds your temple, placing his fingers on the small of your back and pressing in so you were closer to him. Things started getting really heated up so Shawn shuts the door just in case and flicks off the lights, hopping back in the bed and running his fingers up your thighs as he kisses you, soft moans escaping your lips.

Without your knowing, Cam brought your son back to the house to grab his video game. Cameron figured what you guys might be planning and assumed you'd got a hotel room, so he used the key under the door mat.

When your son searched the drawers under the tv and still couldn't find it, he sighed. "I could've sworn I left it here. Maybe it's in my room. I'll be right back," He says, disappearing up the stairs as Cameron waits impatiently.

He starts to walk past your room, but heard the moans coming from your bedroom and the laughs and weird noises.

He leans over the balcony.

"I thought Mom and Dad were gone," He whisper-yells.

Cameron scrunches his eyebrows, biting his lip as he thinks. "They are."

"I can hear them in the bedroom," Your son says, turning around. Suddenly Cameron goes wide-eyed.

"No! Y/S/N, Get back here! SHAWN, Y/N ALERT ALERT SHAWN Y/N Y/N!!!"

You hear Cameron yelling as he runs up the stairs and panic.

"What's he doing here?"

"I don't know!"

You struggle to wrap a bath robe over your body but your son walks in just as Shawn jumps up and runs into the bathroom.

Confused and scarred for life, your son looks to you for an explanation.

"Why was Dad attacking you?"

You bite your lip. "We were just cuddling."

"Why wasn't Dad wearing any clothes?"

"He just...um...he just got out of the shower."

"Then why were you cuddling with him?" He argues.

"You ask too many questions."

Just then Cam walks in, sees you, and smirks. "You're welcome." He mouths, as Shawn pokes his head around the corner, laughing.

"Y/S/N," Cameron says without looking at him, "How about we find your game and get out of here. Your parents need some privacy." He says as he looks from you to Shawn, grinning.