Shawn Mendes Imagines

Babysitting

I close the door silently, tip-toeing back to my room all the way down the corridor and close it's door as silently as I did my little sisters'.

"She's finally asleep but every tiniest sound can wake her up again," I say hopping on my bed, facing Shawn.

"Babysitting with you is fun," he said sarcastically, taking the cards from the packet.

"You yourself wanted to hang out and since I had to babysit Grace I decided to call you over, convenient," I flashed a smile at him.

"I meant like a date," he placed the stack on the bed, taking me and himself each six cards.

"I know but I thought little family time won't hurt you. We have tons of time to go on dates," I smirked at him picking up my cards.

"Family time with your devil sister, yeah right," he picked up his, placing seven of hearts on our so called, gamefield.

"You keep me sain when I have to babysit her," I place seven of clubs next to his card, leaving them for him to kill.

"Stop using me," he laughed placing a seven of spades next to other cards. It was my turn to kill and I only had hearts and clubs. I picked the cards up groaning loudly.

The game went on for five minutes and I had no chance of winning.

"You are totally cheating!" I pointed at him.

"No I'm not!" he laughed throwing his hands in the air.

"Yes you are," I looked at him intensively.

"I just have good cards, that's all," he smiled, totally amused by my reaction.

"You look suspicious," I wouldn't leave my grit.

"I swear to god," he chuckled.

"I want a new game," I said putting down my cards and crossing my arms over my chest.

"C'mon, maybe I just like to win," he grinned.

I started gathering up all the cards, ignoring Shawn's comments on me ruining a perfect game. Yeah a perfect game for him.

He suddenly placed his hand over mine that was about to pick up a stack of cards.

"No," he whispered.

I looked at him, seeing lust in his eyes. Our faces were just inches away and I could see his pupils enlarge. I knew what he was thinking about and I gave in by leaning in until our lips touched.

He was kissing me gently, sucking on my bottom lip, teasing me. I growled closer, sitting on his lap and cupping his face.

He caressed my back with his large hands, making shivers go down my spine. He made me feel incredible with every touch. I pushed myself against him in the need of his body warmth. We had never gone that far. It had confined with only small pecks on the mouth and hickeys but not something like this.

Adrenaline was flowing through my veins as he softly placed me on the bed, kissing me roughly. 

I grabbed his bicep, tugging at his hair with my other hand when he sucked on my neck, soon finding my sweet spot. I held back a moan that wanted to escape my throat.

Suddenly I heard a click downstairs.

"Wait," I said to Shawn, placing my hand on his chest and pushing a bit until he stopped kissing my neck.

Everything was silent and I listened closely, my heart racing. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was my mom.

"Get off," I whispered to Shawn pushing him off of me and sitting up. He sat in front of me where he had been before, fixing his hair. He looked up at my neck, shock forming on his face and whispered "hickeys!". I covered the spot with my hair the moment mom quietly knocked on the door.