Shawn Mendes Imagines

34 - Stepbrother?

"Shawn stop!" I giggled as he tried to find my ticklish spot.

"Never!" He said, straddling me as I tried to get out of his grip.

"Sh-Shawn pl-please!"

"No!"

"Babe! I have to pee!"

"Say 'I have the hottest, sex god of a boyfriend ever' first then I'll let you go."

"Never!"

"Then I won't stop."

"Shawn! Fine! I have the hottest, sex god of a boyfriend ever although he's not that good in bed!"

He stared at me in disbelief. "Excuse me but I am good in bed!"

"Okay, Shawn. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I said, teasing him.

"If I wasn't then how come you couldn't walk for three straight days last week? I still have the bite mark on my shoulder after you bit it so hard to stop yourself from screaming. Thank God your dad wasn't around that day or else we would really get caught. And you did act as if you were sick almost the whole week to cover up for how sore you were."

I slapped his chest and covered my face as he laughed and laid down beside me. He pulled me towards him and tried to take my hands away from my face. Once he did, he kissed the tip of my nose and then my lips.

"You do realize that you just admitted that you had sex with a minor, right?" I muttered.

"What others don't know won't hurt them, right?" He said, biting his lower lip as he smirked.

I pecked him lightly on the lips before moving over to stand up. He groaned and wrapped his arm around my waist, trying to pull me back to bed.

"Shawn, let go. We have a dinner with my dad, remember?" I said, trying to take his arm off.

"Your mom already likes me." He muttered.

"But my dad also has the right to meet you. He is my father, after all. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for his sperm."

"UGH. Fine. I'm only doing this because I love you."

He stood up and gave me a quick kiss before walking over to the closet. He pulled out a red flannel and a pair of black jeans before going to the other end of the room to change. I tried so hard not to stare at him as he changed. I grabbed my purse and went to the bathroom to fix my hair and my makeup. As I was fixing my winged eyeliner, he went in and wrapped his arms around my waist from the back.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him.

"No. I'm terrified. Unlike your mom, your dad could definitely beat me up if he doesn't like me." He admitted.

"You have nothing to worry about. If my dad doesn't like you, I don't give a shit. I stopped looking up to him after the divorce. I was the one who saw him cheating on my mom and I lost all my respect for him. My mom likes you, anyway."

He sighed and nodded before turning me to face him. He bent down to give me a brief kiss and placed his hand on my cheek.

"Let's go?" I asked him.

"Let's get this over with." He muttered, taking my hand with his free one.

I fixed my things before pulling him with me as we went downstairs. We walked over to his car and he opened the door for the passenger side for me before running over to his side. The entire ride going to my house, we stayed silent, All We Know by The Chainsmokers playing softly from the radio. With his eyes on the road, he placed one hand on my thigh as the other one was steering. (A/N: *Bryson Tiller voice* One hand is steering, the other is gripping your thigh. 😂✌) I placed mine on top of his as I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Once we reached my house, he pulled up outside the garage and ran over to my side once he turned off the engine. His cold fingers intertwined through mine as we walked into the door.