Shawn Mendes Imagines

Princess

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

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"Hello princess."

A pair of warm lips presses against Y/N's forehead. The second she feels the light from the window glare through onto her tired eyes, she rushes to lift the sheets onto her face to hide from the painful rays.

Shawn laughs at her actions, swiftly lifting them before climbing in under the sheets right next to her. He grabs at her waist, and just as she thinks he's about to pull her into him like he always does, he instead squeezes at her sides, making her laugh and jump up out of the sheets.

"Shawn!" She squeals, grabbing the nearest pillow to hit at him with the fluffy material. He flinches at the crisp material thudding against his bare chest, grabbing the pillow under his head and sitting up. He's wearing nothing but his boxers, allowing Y/N to admire the tattoos along his arms.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He raises the pillow in his grasp. Y/N widens her eyes, slowly backing away from the bed and then quickly sprinting into the restroom before Shawn can catch up to her.

"I'll get you back princess!"

***

Y/N is flipping pancakes on the stove, spatula in one hand and the handle of the pan in the other as she focuses on turning the pancakes golden brown. The smell of buttery goodness fills the air and her stomach grumbles.

"Something smells fucking amazing." Shawn declares as he jogs out of his bedroom, finally wearing some shorts but still lacking a shirt. Y/N didn't mind, though.

"Morning princess." He lays a kiss to her lips, their lips making a small smacking sound as they both pull apart. Y/N smells the scent of coconut body wash on him, the same kind she's just recently purchased and placed in his bathroom.

"Shawn, did you use my body wash?" She humors. Looking behind her, she realizes he stands frozen, the water bottle he was going to drink out of frozen in mid-air as he searches for words to speak.

"...no?" He tries to reason, even though they both already know the answer to her question.

"You're adorable." She presses on, poking at his toned stomach before turning back around to flip at her pancakes.

When she pours the last of the batter into the pan, she throws the dirty bowl into the sink to be washed later. Shawn leans onto the counter, eyes switching from admiring her to flicking onto his phone.

"Do you have any plans today?" He asks, breaking the comfortable silence. Y/N watched bubbles form on the uncooked side of the pancakes and begins lifting the edges of the floppy disk up.

"No, I think I finished all of my homework yesterday. Why?"

Shawn leans forward, wrapping one arm around her waist as he elaborates, "My friends are hosting a little get together, and Brian can't have it at his place because his brother is coming into town. I thought maybe I could host it here? Unless you'd be uncomfortable with that. In which case I definitely won't."

Y/N is quick to respond, "No, Shawn, it's your place. Of course, you can host it here, you shouldn't even have to ask." She smiles, tilting her head up to stare at him. He nudges their noses together softly and Y/N almost feels like awwing at his cuteness.

"I can't wait for you to meet my friends." He tells her, his lips brushing against hers at their proximity. She lets out a hum of approval, tilting her head forwards to flip the final pancake. She figures the remaining heat from the pan will cook it, and reaches forward to switch the heat off.