Shawn Mendes Imagines

Kisses

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

am I maybe back after million years?! umm... yes, yes I am 😌

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Y/N is very comfortable right now.

She's lying down in her — and Shawn's — bed, with Shawn on top of her, supporting himself with his hands beside her head as to not crush her with his weight. She has his face in her hands, kissing his left cheek over and over and over, alternating between gifting with him small, minute pecks to his beauty mark, to straight-up licking his jawline, and trying to cover up the fact that she just licked his jawline by pressing an innocent kiss to his skin.

"Did you just lick me?" Shawn asks in disbelief, although laughing.

"Nooo," Y/N draws out, her voice a tad bit higher-pitched than usual (it always gets like that when she's lying or caught doing something she shouldn't).

"I think you did. I recognize your slimy tongue." Y/N can feel him smiling against her lips, causing her to smile as well. She loves his teasing.

"You're slimy!" The giggling continues, and the bedroom's atmosphere is light and happy. Both parties feel content and in love, so much so that Y/N continues to place kisses on Shawn's face for another 10 minutes, and Shawn just feels like his heart is going to burst with all the positive emotions vibrating inside his body.

He lowers himself onto her, yet still keeping himself lifted just enough so Y/N can keep her lips pressed to his cheek. He sniffs her hair, smiling when he remembers their shower together from this morning and flutters his eyes closed as he inhales the pomegranate scent once more.

"I love you." His sentiment is simple, but it drives Y/N crazy, to which she makes an ecstatic squealing sound before wrapping her arms around his neck, and presses dozens of kisses to his jaw.

"I love you!" She replies. "Now, you just went and earned yourself another hour of face kisses, mister." She leans her head back to look at him, poking his dimple created by his smile. "No returns."

"What if I want to do an exchange?" He flips them over swiftly, Y/N now on top, and he cradles her cheek in his hand — a sweet gesture — as his other moves down her back to cup the top of her thighs, near her bottom.

"What type of exchange?" She looks like she's in a haze, her eyes glossy, and her lips swollen from making out with Shawn's face for the last forty minutes.

"Something... R-rated?" His hand comes up, just to slide down the back of her pants, fiddling with the lace on the tops of her panties covering her bottom.

"'Kay." Y/N is very pliant with Shawn (she thinks it's because his aura holds so much charisma and positive energy) and wants to do many R-rated things with him, but right now, she just wants to kiss his face, so, she lowers herself to be flat against his torso, and kisses away at his chin, causing a string of breathy laughs to escape Shawn's throat.

"I was thinking something a little dirtier than you kissing my chin, babe."

"I know," she moves upward, her lips now dragging across his stubbly jaw to his ear. "But I just wanna kiss you right now. Is that okay?" She kisses the skin right beneath his ear, making him twitch because she knows he's sensitive there. He nods, and his hands move up her back while his thumbs work small circles into her lumbar. "Good boy. Maybe I can kiss your cock later, yeah?"

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