Shawn Mendes Imagines

His Clothes

i'm updating again in honor of getting friendzoned by my crush *sigh* so I hope you enjoy this (:

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You were watching movies with your long-term boyfriend, Shawn. You hadn't been paying much attention to the time, and suddenly, you realized that your curfew had slipped your mind.

"Oh my god!" you frantically rise to your feet, grabbing your phone from the couch beside you. "Shawn, I have to get home."

He remains leaned back on the couch, smiling up at you. He doesn't respond.

"What?" you ask, putting your hand on your hip in irritation. You knew if you didn't get home soon, you'd be grounded big time. Even though your parents were gone, they'd still find a way to bust you. Shawn didn't understand what it was like to have strict parents.

"You're just so cute when you're mad," he giggles slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Shawn-"

"I know I know, I'll drive you, chill out," he rolls his eyes, pushing himself up and flickering off the tv.

You sigh. "Thank you."

"Wait, aren't your parents gone for the weekend?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows, pausing instantly.

You cringe. "Yeah, why?"

You watch as he falls back down on the couch, shrugging his shoulders. "Then just stay here."

"I don't have anything to wear," you argue. You knew that was a stupid response, but really, you knew deep down that it was out of the question.

"You can borrow some of my clothes," Shawn suggests.

You bite your lip, considering this.

"Please," he begs.

You eventually give in. It's not like it's going to matter, since no one would know except the two of you. And, in the back of your mind, you knew it would be really fun.

"Yay!" he exclaims, pulling you down on the couch by your waist and kissing your forehead lightly.

"I love you," he whispers as he swiftly throws you off of him and darts down the hallway to his bedroom.

He returns thirty seconds later holding a plain black t-shirt and the biggest smile in the world.

"Awe," you say without meaning to.

"Put it on," he urges, handing it to you.

"What, here?" you ask.

He nods quickly.

"No!" you refuse, standing up and walking to the bathroom as he groans behind you.

He complains from the other side of the door as you shut it in his face. However, he completely shuts up when you swing the door open moments later.

His big brown eyes become even bigger, his squared jaw dropping slightly. "Woah."

You giggle. "You like it?"

He nods without hesitation. "You look awful good in my clothes," he winks. "How would you feel about a few cuddles?"

"What?"

"You didn't think you'd stay over you'd get by without snuggles, did you, Y/N? I mean, get real. I call you cuddlebug."

"Please," you scoff.

He slips his arm under your knees and the other around your back, picking you up quickly as he carries you into the living room, throws the blanket over the two of you, and nuzzles his head into your neck.

"I love you," he says again, "just making sure you know that."

You laugh under your breath. "Thank you."

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