Shawn walks through the door of your apartment, letting out a big sigh. You pause your movie and smile at him. He puts down his things and walks over to where you are sitting on the couch. He doesn't usually come home this late so you figured he got caught up at the studio.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" You ask, while he collapses on top of you, laying face down with his head on your lap.
"Stressful," he mumbles into your shirt.
You start playing with his hair, running your fingers through his brown locks. You move your hand down his spine and rub his back and shoulders, trying to relax him. He lets out a low moan, and you smirk.
You reach for the TV remote and play the movie you were watching. Shawn adjusts himself so that he can see the screen, your hand resting on his back.
"Don't stop," he says shyly.
You chuckle and resume massaging him, your hand moving all over his body. After a few minutes you see his eyes close slowly. You turn the TV volume down and close your eyes as well. You both drift off to sleep.
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I really love this one! I hope everyone feels the same haha
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionThis book is going to be imagines about Shawn Mendes! I hope you enjoy them☺️ Warning: this book contains some sexual content. This will be indicated by a '⚠️' at the beginning of the part
