Shawn Mendes Imagines

Come Home

"Hey baby, what's up." I smiled, picking up the phone.

"Hi baby girl, I miss you." I could almost hear Shawn pouting.

"I miss you too," I looked down at the pile of papers on my desk, "I'll be home soon."

"Can't you come home now?" He whined on the other end of the line.

"Baby," I sighed, "I have so much untouched work, I can't."

"Baby," He sighed, mocking me, "I'm untouched, and if you come home now, you can work on me."

My eyes widened as I bit my lip at his suggestive comments.

"Shawn, stop. Don't do this to me." I said, crossing my legs over each other under my desk.

"Come on, baby girl. I know you want to feel my hands all over your body."

"Shawn-"

"And I know for sure you miss me kissing down your body, until I get to that one spot, where you beg for it"

"Stop it, Shawn." I bit my lip harder, my body shivering and my blood running cold at the thought of Shawn pleasuring me.

"We can do it nice and slow on the bed, or I can fuck you hard and rough against the bedroom walls." His raspy voice flooded my ears as my mind ran wild; my body shivering.

"Baby, please-"

"I can make you feel so good, baby girl. Forget about your work for tonight." He whispered.

"I'm coming home."