Shawn Mendes Imagines

Uni Visit

Imagine:

"And this is my dorm room," I tell Shawn. I open the door with my key and we step into my room, plastered with pictures of Shawn and me, my friends, my dream goals of visiting every country.

"I like it," he says. He turns around and I see there's a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "But the bed's not big enough for both of us."

I punch him lightly on the arm. "We don't need the bed. It's not like we'll be sleeping anyway, we'll be doing other things instead-"

He grabs me by the waist and we fall backwards onto the bed. "Oh really? What sort of things?"

I roll my eyes and push him off me but he holds on to my waist. "Not those sort of things you perv. I mean, don't you want to go out in the city? You could show me around, we could see Toronto at night..."

I trail off as Shawn starts to move his hands under my top, they feel warm and gentle on my skin.

"Shawn..." I say whilst pushing his hands away.

Then all of a sudden, his hands start to tickle me. I squirm beside him as he laughs at my reactions. I try and roll away from him but his grip is too strong. When I'm close to tears and literally can't breathe from laughing, Shawn finally stops. He rolls onto me, our faces only centimetres away, our noses almost touching.

"I miss doing that to you," Shawn whispers.

I smile and say, "Well I don't."

"But you still miss me though, right?"

I smirk at him and run my hands through his fluffy hair. "No, not really. I mean, I'm so busy all the time..."

He pouts his bottom lip and looks so adorable. "I'm joking Mendes! I miss doing this."

I bring hiss face to mine and my lips find his like they have a mind of their own. Shawn kisses me back passionately but softly, almost like he's hungry. I smile and pull away from him and he starts to run his lips along my jaw to my ear.

"I've missed you so so much Y/n," he whispers.

I curl up slightly and hug him close, his head nestled into my neck.

"I've missed you too Shawn, and I'm glad you came to visit."