Shawn Mendes Imagines

Skyla

THESE IMAGINES ARE NOT MINE!!! I JUST EDITED THEM A LITTLE!!!

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Alessia spins around and smiles widely. "Skyla!"

I set Skyla down on her feet and she runs to latch onto Alessia's leg. "Hey, Alessia!" I call down the hall to her.

"Hey, Y/N!" She replies as she hoists Skyla to rest on her hip. I make my way down the hall to meet them at Shawn's dressing room door.

I hold open the door for Alessia and Skyla, "Papa! Look! I found Auntie Lessia!"

"Yeah you did," he smiles as he plucks at his guitar. He catches my eye and smiles.

I make my way to the couch and sit beside him. I press a kiss to his temple and he leans into my body.

"Missed you earlier," I say softly as we watch Alessia and Skyla play with Barbies. "I tried to make Skyla a smoothie, but she didn't like it like she likes yours."

He chuckles. "I'm sure yours was fine. She's picky."

"Just like someone else I know," I laugh. "She's too adorable to be mad at though."

"I wish I was too adorable to be mad at," Shawn says with the softest look on his face.

"Sometimes you are and other times, well that's a different story."

"Auntie Lessia! Do you want to watch me ride my bike! We can go in the hallway, right mommy?"

"Yeah, baby! Just be careful." Skyla gets the tiny yellow bike from the pile of toys and pushes it out the door, Alessia following close behind.

"I thought they'd never leave," Shawn nuzzles his head into my hair. "Missed you too. A lot."

I climb into his lap and run my fingers through his curls. "Yeah?"

He nods and smiles. His forehead rests against mine and the tips of our noses brush against each other.

I lean into him, my mouth grazing his. I pull away quickly and giggle when he pouts.

"Tease," he mumbles, his fingers pressing into my hips.

I roll my eyes and press our lips together. He kisses back fervently, acting like we were kids again. I moan against his lips and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I grind my hips into his and he moans against my mouth this time. Continuing the motion, I smile against him.

"Baby, you feel so good," Shawn whines quietly. "Think we could sneak in a little something other than kissing?"

"Mmm, maybe later tonight," I move to lay down, pulling Shawn with me. He settles between my legs, arms resting on either side of my head as he continues his attack on my lips. Soft moans filled the room as we got more heated, I moved my hands from around his neck down his back and grabbed the hem of his white tee. Pulling it over his head, our lips separate for only a moment.

His hands come back to my waist where he impatiently tugs at the hem of my shirt.

"Didn't think you'd get away with making me strip and not reciprocate. Tsk tsk, Y/N."

His tsking makes me roll my eyes, but I pull my top over my head anyway.

Shawn gazes over my half-naked torso and moans. "Mmm, you're absolutely gorgeous."

I blush as he takes my head in his enormous hands. He brings his lips back to mine - still passionate, but softer and more loving.

I trail my fingers over his defined chest, one of my favorite pastimes. I trace the grooves of his skin and pant against his mouth.