Shawn Mendes Imagines

All the things

You're laying on your bed next to Shawn. Feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. His fingertips in your hair, leaving your scalp to caress the length of your arm. You let out a slow breath, smiling because this is your reality.

The room is dark. The clock reading close to 2am. Shawn's flight got in late and you'd stayed up waiting, wasting the time away cleaning the already close to spotless apartment. Making his favorite food just in case he wanted it. Sipping on coffee to keep your eyes from continuously fluttering. The excitement did more than the caffeine ever could.

There's a glow from the lights of Toronto, filtering in through the window, brushing streaks of shadows against the walls, crossing the bed in lines and shapes.

You stretch your arm out against Shawn's bare chest. Your fingers taking the short hairs, twisting them together.

"Why does it feel so good when you do that?"

"I have a special touch." Kissing his chest, looking up at him, squinting through the darkness, catching his glistening white teeth through a tired smile.

"Tell me what I know about you that your parents don't."

"My tattoos, the way I love you. God, it's endless. How much time do we have?"

"I love your tattoos. Especially the tiny ones in hidden spots, places for only my eyes."

"I got them for the sole purpose of a boys hands finding them on my body."

"Oh really?" Shawn's brows raise, eyes wide, intrigued.

"Mhmm, never expected to fall head over heels for him too."

"You didn't have faith in us from the beginning?" Shawn's head dips down, his chin brushing his chest. you reposition yourself, letting your head fall against his naked stomach.

"I did, but I was still nervous, thinking through all the possible routes we could go down. I wanted to savor every moment with you." Nothing too fast.

"Because I would've let you go so easily... I've never told you this, but my dad, he loved you so quickly. There was one day, you had gone out with my mom and Aaliyah. We were sitting in the living room watching hockey and he just came out of nowhere saying you're the perfect girl for me and to not fuck it up."

"Talk about pressure," you laugh, brushing your lips against his skin. Never feeling satisfied by any amount of affection. Especially after time apart, knowing more was coming up quickly. His schedule ready to pull him away from you. the perfect, glistening glass of your enjoyment, before it was cracked and you were left trying to find the beauty amongst broken pieces.

The longer he was gone, the further away he felt, but you pushed that away. There was no point in wallowing when he's right next to you.

"I didn't even tell my parents about you."

"For a few months right?"

You shake your head, intertwining your leg with his. Shawn's hand resting on your hip. His thumb rubbing circles on your bare skin. Fingertips dancing against your navel, finding his favorite tattoo in the dark.

"Longer. When I flew out to see you, in the beginning, they thought I was going to see a friend at university. Only my sister knew."

"Why didn't you want to tell them?" Shawn's touch reaches the lace of your panties. Shivers pecking your skin.

"It was so new. I'd only been in a couple relationships before you, but they all fizzled out after no longer than six months. By the time I met you, I was convinced talking too much ruined it. I didn't want to try and label everything, figure us out, or let anyone else try to before we could for ourselves."