Shawn Mendes Imagines

Beach Day

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"What do you want to do first?" Shawn asks as soon as you set foot on the white sand beach, grabbing your flip flops and his own as he carries them closer to the water. The smell of the salty ocean was immediately drifting through the air, as if you had just stepped into another world.

"I don't know, maybe tan," you shrug, following him and trying to juggle everything in your hands.

He complained until you got to a nice shaded spot under an umbrella, laying out a towel and crouching down to lay on it.

"Will you do me a favor?" You ask Shawn, who was already opening up the sunscreen applying it on himself.

"Sure, what?"

"Will you seductively rub this tanning oil on me?"

He practically trips over his feet, his hands reaching out to catch himself as he quickly crouches down next to you on the ground.

He smiles hopefully. "Are you serious?"

You had been teasing Shawn ever since you two got together, three months ago, when it came to physical contact. You two would kiss a lot, but as soon as it started going somewhere, mouths opening and closing as the hands begin to do some exploring-- you would pull away, pat him on the chest, and say, "that was nice."

It wasn't that you weren't comfortable with him, you just wanted to be sure it was real before you gave yourself away to someone else. With an open mind that there was a real possibility at him being your husband-- nothing meaningless.

"M-hmm," you nod, pressing your lips together as you turn sideways on your chair. "I usually can't reach the small of my back. Help?"

He doesn't hesitate to scoot closer to you, trying to hide his clear smile, anticipation on his pink lips and slightly shaky hands.

He blushes. "Hand it to me."

He squeezes the oily substance onto his palm, looking out at the waters, the sun reflecting off of the waves as each of them meet the shore, like an unforeseen kiss, sloppy and wet.

It was almost calming, the warmth and the sound, except for the fact that the beach was incredibly crowded and the noise of small children screaming and running around overpowered most of those senses.

But you forget about that the moment that you feel Shawn's hands touch your back, damp with tanning oil. You smile to yourself as he began to smear it around slowly, either unsure of himself of capturing the moment.

"More seductive," you request.

You hear him giggle. "I'm literally trying so hard."

His hands press into the skin of your back, smooth, heated by the rays of the sun and wetness of the lotion. He moves them up and down at a turtle's pace, relaxing you.

You almost didn't realize that his fingers hook on the thin, black elastic of your bathing suit that tied it together in the back, and definitely didn't realize he had unhooked it, until the separate straps fall beside you on the towel.

"What are you doing?" you mumble, not lifting your head.

"Well you don't want a tanning line right across your back, now do you? Shhh, I got it."

You exhale through your nose, closing your eyes again and feeling his fingers caress the now exposed spot.

"Front, too?" You hear his smile shaping his words.

"Nope," you laugh, sitting up and seeing him deflate, "but will you tie my swimsuit back?"

"I like it like that," he compliments.

"You're cute. Tie it back?"

He groans, turning you around and grabbing the strings as you hold your hair up. He ties it in a bow, pulling it tight with his fingers.

"There," he says, but stops you from turning back around, hands on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry that I sometimes can be really sexual," he says softly. "You not giving it to me only makes me want it more. But I hope you don't think that's all I'm after."

You bite your lip, glad you weren't facing him because you were doing a little-girl squeal in your head that could be given away with your facial expressions.

"I don't," you respond finally. "Maybe sometime soon, though, we can."

"W-what?" He stammers. "Is that a joke because I'm not laughing, Y/N."

You turn to face him, laughing. "No, I'm serious. I think it's time. Is that okay with you?"

Even though you already knew his answer, he immediately darts towards you, lips to your cheek. He plants a small kiss on the skin near your lips, moving towards them until he finally pecks at your own. You grin into the kiss, his hands on your bare hips causing excitement to rush through your body.

"Let's go build a sand castle or something," he suggests. "It's too beautiful out to just sit under an umbrella kissing."

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