Shawn Mendes Imagines

Teenage Dating.

REQUESTS!!!

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"(Y/N) stop TICKLING ME!" Shawn said, laughing his head off. I kept going.

"I'm sorry Shawn, it's just your laugh is so adorable." Shawn looked at me.

"You really think it's adorable?"

"Yes." I continue to tickle him, he tackles me on the floor. He's now on top of me.

"You think my laugh is adorable or I'm adorable?" He smirks. I can feel my cheeks burning up.

"Your laugh. Please, your a jerk to most girls. I'm just one of the guys." I saw, smacking his soft cheeks. When I try getting up he pins me.

"You think I'm adorable, I know it." He smirks once again.

"Why does it matter?" I say, trying to keep my cool. Butterflies were flying through me and I felt jittery. He was close, really close. Is it bad that I want him closer?

"Because. I like you (Y/N), and maybe I want you to like me." I sit there, not knowing what to say. He leans in and kisses me, possessive like. I didn't know if I wanted this. He's my best friend. But, his lips are so soft, so enjoyable. Nope, I couldn't resist.

I kiss him back, being possessive as well. We let go.

"Damn. I didn't realize what a good kisser you are." He smirked. I smile.

"What does that make us now? Friends with benefits?" I ask, sitting up.

"Unless, you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Oh please like you actually mean that." He grabs my chin and forced me to look at him. I looked deep into his eyes. He actually meant it.

"I guess." I smile. Shawns face lit up.

"Yay." He shoves me to the ground and we have a full make out session.