Shawn Mendes Imagines

Morning Teases

When you wake up in the morning, you stretch out your arms and rub your eyes, realizing that you were in Shawn's room, not yours.

It was then that all of last night's events came flooding into your mind, reminding you that it actually happened.

Shawn was nowhere to be found, so you walk across the room and open up the top drawer of his dresser, pulling out one of his t-shirts and allowing it to unfold as you hold it out in front of you. You slip it over your head and let his scent to fill your nose, smiling.

You walk out of his room and down the hallway, your feet pattering on the carpet as you approach the living room, where you heard voices being exchanged back and forth.

Slowly, you walk into the room, observing everyone in it. There was Jack Gilinsky, Jack Johnson, Nash, Matt, Shawn, and Cameron. They all turn to stare at you the moment you step down into the sunken area, the room falling silent.

After a while of staring, Cameron finally spoke up. "Hey, slutbag," He teases.

Jack Johnson, who was sitting next to him, slapped him in the shoulder, mouthing something that made him shut up.

"Screw any guys other than Shawn lately?" Matt laughs.

You bite your lip. "Uh, no?"

"Guys, seriously," Shawn threatens them through gritted teeth. "Stop."

"Was he good, Y/N? Did he make you moan?" Matt continues.

Shawn glares at him. "Oh my g -"

"I'm just wondering!" He turns back to you. "How long did it last? Four minutes? Five?"

"Shut up!" Shawn scrambles to his feet, shuffling over to you and standing right behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "Leave her alone."

"We're just teasing, bro," Nash cuts in.

"Well it's not funny."

Jack Johnson tries to contain his laughter as he says, "Yeah, guys, I'm sure she already feels bad enough after having to go through sex with Mendes."

"That's it!" Shawn yells, throwing his hands up in surrender. He places one hand on the back of your neck and throws his free arm under your knees, lifting you up and carrying you out of the living room and upstairs.

"Where are you going, bro?" A voice yells after you, which certainly belonged to Cameron.

Shawn giggles. "To have sex with Y/N, so get out of my house!"

You keep your fingers locked behind his neck, laughing into his chest as you tackles the stairs one by one with ease.

When he reaches his bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and carefully sets you down on the bed, hovering over you by his elbows.

"Honey," He whispers, placing his hands on your temples.

You swallow. "Yes?"

"Did I ever tell you how ravishing you look in my shirt?"

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{ Not plagiarized but inspired by many }

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