Shawn Mendes Imagines

Home from tour

Imagine:

I open the wardrobe and pick out one of Shawn's shirt to wear. I pull it over my head and let the t-shirt fall down to my thighs.

"I see you're up already," Shawn says behind me. His voice is raspy and deep- his morning voice.

I turn around and smirk at him. Last night was incredible and not really what I had in mind. He only got back from tour yesterday, and should've been jet-lagged, but when it came down to making love, he was full of energy. It was too hard to resist him, to resist the lust after being parted for so long. I blush as I see my clothes in a pile on the floor. Thank god I brought some to change into later. I watch Shawn stretch and throw the covers to one side, the top band of his boxers peeking out from his shorts. He catches my eyes and raises an eyebrow, smirking at me. He gets up towards me and wraps his arms around me, his muscles tight and strong.

"Last night was one not to forget," he whispers into my ear.

My body tenses and he laughs as he pulls me back to bed. He lies ontop of me, his hair all fluffy and tousled from sleeping. His eyes are still half closed and look sleepy as they dart between my eyes and lips. I roll over and Shawn starts to leave small kisses around my neck and jawline, making me giggle. I stop him quickly and he leans over me, frowning.

"Don't pull that face Mendes. You left marks all over my neck and collarbone. What will your family say hmmm?"

He smirks and wraps his arms around me. "That you're mine and only mine."

I roll my eyes and rest my forehead against his chest. I trace my fingers around the prominent edges of his abs, remembering the way my hands glided across them so quickly last night. It's like we were completely different people.

He presses his face into the crook of my neck, whispering to make me squirm. "Don't change your clothes. I think you look hot with my shirt on and nothing else."

"But I need to change," I say.

"No you don't," he whispers without letting go of my gaze. He presses his lips onto my skin underneath my jawline, leaving a trail of kisses.

"Stop," I moan, trying to push him away. "I need to shower and then we can cook breakfast together okay?"

"I'd rather have you for breakfast," Shawn murmurs in my ear and I groan.

I prise myself free from his arms and go to the bathroom with my stuff. I let the warm water wash over me and then change into a bathrobe. I hear knocking on the door as I dress.

"What do you want Shawn?" I unlock the door and Shawn barges in, screaming. He tackles me and hugs me tight. "What are you doing?" I say whilst laughing.

"I love you," he whispers.

"Get off me you weirdo," I chuckle. "I'm going to make breakfast."

Shawn kisses my cheek. "Can you make pancakes? With blueberries and bananas?"

"Only if you're a good boy and shower."

"Yes Mom," he says and lets go of me.

Just as I'm about to leave Shawn grabs my hand and I stumble into him, my body pressed right against his. His hand slips under my top as his arm holds my waist.

"You look very beautiful today by the way Y/n," he says, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I pull a face at him and leave.

   I sing along to the radio as I cook the pancakes and hear a voice behind me join in. Shawn takes my hand and twirls me around and we dance a little in the kitchen whilst I flip pancakes.

"Hey, you got a little something over here," Shawn says, pointing to his nose. I'm about to wipe my nose when he dips his finger in the bowl of batter and spreads it on my nose. I pinch a little flour from a jar and throw it at him.

"Shit!" I shout as I smell burning behind me. I flip the pancake quickly but it's too late. I toss it into the bin.

"Hey, let's have a pancake flipping contest."

I laugh. "That's a bad idea if both of us are in the kitchen."

"Come on," Shawn whines. He take the pan from my hand and pours two ladles of batter into the pan. He waits for them both to brown and cook and gets another pan out for me.

He grins at me. "The person to flip the pancake the highest without touching the ceiling wins and doesn't have to wash up."

I roll my eyes and smile. "You're such a kid Mendes. Bring it on."

He flips his pancake first but not so high, and then I flip mine. He gives me his phone to record his next flip. I point the camera towards him and he smirks. He tosses the pancake in the air, but a little too hard so that it touches the ceiling- and it stays there.

I bend over crying with laughter as Shawn stares up at the ceiling.

"Well shit," he says casually.

"How are we gonna get that down Shawn?"

He smirks at me. "You can get it down."

He lifts me in his arms as I squeal and pushes me up onto his shoulders. "Shawn..."

"Relax, I'm fine. Just bring the pancake down."

I grin. "If you say so."

I stretch up to peel it off the ceiling and quickly smack Shawn in the face with it.

I lose my balance as he reacts and fall but Shawn catches me in his arms. My heart races as I look up at him and he smiles as he helps me up on my feet.

"I love you Y/n," he whispers.

I give him a weird look. "That's so random."

He shrugs. "But you're weird like me and childish, and we make each other laugh. I'm just glad to be home again."

He embraces me and hugs me tight. I close my eyes and whisper "I love you", not wanting to let go.