Shawn Mendes Imagines

Hungry

Shoutout to GrandVirtuoso who actually gave me the inspiration for this story :)
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I hate being woken up. Except when I wake up in Shawn's arms. We were in his room on his bed after a tiring day at the beach. No one was home except us.

I opened my eyes, as Shawn's legs made their way over mine. His arms were in front of me, his phone in his hands, checking Twitter. I could feel him adjust his head on my shoulder to get a better look at his phone.

I could sense that he was shirtless, too. Why? Because his abs were pressed against my back. He was practically spooning me.

'Shawn?' I moaned, which caused him to slightly move.

'Yes baby girl?' He leaned down and pecked me on the cheek, a long one.

I blushed and smiled. 'I'm in need of food. And oxygen.' He laughed and took his arms off of my body, laying down next to me.

I looked over. He was sprawled on his bed. Without a shirt. (Ok I'm actually getting goosebumps writing this) and I couldn't help but smile. 

He pulled me closer to him, where I laughed and tried to get out of his grip, but he tugged on my clothes. 'Shawn!' I exclaimed.

I laughed and tried to get out of his grip but he wouldn't let me go, so I turned around and kissed him, taking him by surprise. When I pulled away, he had a huge grin on his face. And of course, he pulled me towards him even more.

'Shawn, seriously, I want foooooood.' I slurred, but he placed his head into my hair and said, 'I'm not listening. Did you say you want to be here with me?' His breath tickled me.

'Nooo, Shawn I want food. Please? I'll make it myself, and if you want I'll make you some too.' I could feel him smile, because my hair had moved slightly. Slowly, he released me.

'Ok Y/N.' He continued to lay down on his phone, and I made my way into the kitchen, trying tn find eggs, tomatoes, and bread.

When I placed the eggs onto the pan, the smell was so strong, I was sure that Shawn could smell it. I made extra, just in case he wanted some.

As I was cutting some tomatoes, I heard footsteps, and sure enough, Shawn came running into the kitchen.

'Ooh smells so nice.' He ran past me and looked at the frying pan, then turned and hugged me from behind, when, he released my waist and stood next to me.

'Why are you cutting tomatoes?' His voice was panicky and his face was bewildered. I laughed at the sight.

'Shawn, I want to eat tomatoes. Don't you want some?' I was teasing him.

'Umm Y/N I think you are well aware that I HATE tomatoes!' Shawn caused me to laugh even harder. 'I won't kiss you if you eat it.'

'Oh too bad Shawn,' I said, while placing a piece of tomato into my mouth, 'you'll just have to kiss me tomorrow.'

He crossed his arms. 'I won't kiss you tomorrow either.' He seemed sure of this, but I knew Shawn couldn't even stand not being around me for five minutes.

'Ok.' I replied, a small smirk growing on my face.

He sat on a chair in front of me, and I popped another piece of tomato in my mouth, plating the food.
Shawn's plate obviously had no tomatoes.

As we ate, it was silent. Shawn kept staring at me, but I kept looking off somewhere else, smirking.

'You sure you don't want to kiss me?' I asked, finishing my food, standing up and placing the dishes into the sink.

Then, I felt two hands on my waist and a breath next to my ear. Shawn spun me around, and I placed my arms around his neck.

'No I'm not sure, Y/N, but I am certain of one thing. I love you, so I would kiss you, even though you may have eaten disgusting, terrible'- I chuckled at his remarks- 'tomatoes.'

I laughed and replied. 'Come 'ere you fool, I love you.' I leaned in and kissed him deeply.