Shawn Mendes imagines

I have everything I want ...

The  hot tub is cold against your back but the water that fills it bathes your skin with warmth as it weaves its way around you, and you can physically feel the exhaustion leave your body.

A debris of flowers floats towards you, pretty red and white petals strewn across the surface, and you gently push them away, watching with a soft smile as the waves form in rings away from your fingers, the water rushing towards the other end in near frantic circles.

A little bit splashes your husband's abdomen and you hear his low chuckle resonate through the space, and it instantly causes your smile to widen. You look up and meet his eyes, and he's already looking at you, eyes bright and full of love and in that moment, you swear your heart can burst.

"What have the roses ever done to you, y/n?"

He does nothing to mask the humour in his voice. His arms are spread wide across the back of the tub, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he moves slightly to adjust himself.

"Nothing," you grin, "I just don't feel like digging petals out of my butt crack for the next three days."

Your voice hushes to a hum as you lean back against the cool ceramic and close your eyes, letting the breeze wash over your damp face. The contrast of the warmth of the water and the cool breeze against you face makes you sigh out in pleasure. Still, you can feel Shawn's eyes on you, and it's only a moment more until he speaks.

"You're too far away," you hear him huff, and you can almost see his face scrunches up in a pout, brows furrowed.

You smile, your eyes still closed as you revel in the little piece of heaven you've found. Eyes still trained on you, Shawn reaches forward and tugs your arm towards him, until you're on your knees in the water and then pulls you into himself, turning you until you're settled between his legs, you back pressed to his bare chest.

"Better now, babe?" you tease, and he only hums into your hair in response, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You lace your fingers with his underwater, and you can feel him smile into your hair.

"I can't believe I'm married to the love of my life," he mumbles, voice still laced with a tinge of sleep. It's only fair, you think, since you jumped straight into the tub the minute you got to the hotel. You press you back further into him and tip your head back to kiss his throat.

"I can't believe I survived wearing those damned heels for the whole ceremony."

Shawn bites the shell of your ear teasingly, his hands easily ghosting up your bare sides under the water and you squirm under his touch as you try to break away from his hold.

"Okay, okay!" you squeal, finally relenting, and his hands still by you side, gently holding onto your hips.

"I can't believe we're finally married either," you breathe out. There is a pause as you try to phrase your next sentence correctly. "Always knew this would happen but..."

"Still feels like a dream." he concludes, interlacing your fingers in your lap again. You hum as you lean into him again, letting your eyes shut as you feel his fingers stroke your hip.

You let the water take away all the soreness from your limbs, wrapped up in each other and the reassuring warmth, when he starts trailing kisses down your neck.

They're gentle at first, just simple, soft pecks against your skin, until they turn to nibbles and then to slightly red marks down the side of your neck. You don't stop him this time, because for the next two weeks, you're not Shawn Mendes and y/n y/l/n. You're just Mr. and Mrs. Mendes, newly married and absolutely and completely in love.

Heat blooms in your chest at the thought of being covered in hickeys, and your thoughts are not even slightly dirty. You're just elated at the prospect of those marks being left there by your husband. Even the word alone makes you grin like a fool and the thought of your husband spending the next two weeks darkening the same marks and making sure they stay makes you giddy with joy.

"What you thinking  Sweetheart?" he murmurs against your neck, his own mouth curving up into a smile, and you can't help the way you feel.

You turn in his lap till you're straddling his hip and cup his face in your too small palms. He simply smiles at you, eyes hazy and full of love.

"You're my husband," you say with awe, your fingers trailing down until your arms are looped around his neck. He grins at you lazily, and leans forward to connect you lips.

"Took you long enough to realise that, wife," he chides. You smack his chest lightly with a laugh and he laughs along with you, and you're ready to swear you've never heard a more beautiful sound.

You can't pinpoint exactly what's different.

The pair of you have been on vacations before, you've been in tubs and showers together, and he's always looked at you the way he is now, but tonight, your world just seems a little softer. Like you're looking at it through a lens tinted pink, an even as you say it in your head, it sounds absolutely ridiculous but surprisingly, it makes sense.

"I love you," he murmurs against your chin, and it snaps you out of your reverie, "and I'm going to spend every day of the rest of my life loving you."

"And loving on me?"

Shawn throws his head back and laughs, and you spot a fading mark on the side of his neck you're sure you'd made on the jet. Your lips find his neck over the mark and he gasps at the sudden sensation before he chuckles.

"Always knew you only wanted me for my body," he jokes.

"I won't lie," you start, "your body is a work of art." You punctuate your words with a roll of your hips against his thigh, your mouth still working at the junction of his neck and shoulder. You can feel his body shudder against you. "But I want your money."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," you grin, "I'm actually an old hag in disguise and I've brainwashed you into falling in love with me. I'm after your money, pretty boy."

His nose trails lightly up your jaw, tilting you neck back to work his artful magic. Shawn is a man of action, this you know. It's in the way he plays his guitar, it's in the way he sings. With you, it's slightly subtler.

But you always know what he means. His actions don't convince, they demand that you know, weave the feeling so deep into you that it's impossible to misinterpret. And you know Shawn. Know what he looks like when he's on stage, lost in the crowd and the excitement of his dream. You know what his eyes look like when he's clutched with fear, or when they're hazy in his desire for you, or when they look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

You know his kisses too. They're all-consuming and loving, and leave no room for doubt. Then when his lips find yours, you know this time, like every time, that this is your heaven. . And then, he begins to speak.

"Take whatever you want from me." His lip quirks, "I have everything I want, my love..." he glances down at your mouth, watching you flush with a self-satisfied smirk. "Right here." 

A/n

Hope you enjoyed i had this in my draft for a while. I just forgot to upload it. Woops....