The Frat Boy || S.M.

Chapter 61 || "Such A Tease"

"Mhmm, nope." I say once I've escaped from under him.

"Baby girl, you're such a tease." he groans, gripping my hips. Shawn picks me up and sets me down on his lap so that I'm straddling him. He continues to hold onto my hips, his hands sliding up under my shirt and sweatshirt. His fingers rest on my bare skin, drumming.

"Oh really, I'm the tease? You're the one who keeps kissing me and touching me." I remind him.

"You're a tease by looking so good. I'm hungry and you're looking like a whole damn snack." Shawn licks his lips, and I burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously right now." I laugh.

"Is this serious enough for you?" Shawn asks, and underneath me, I can feel his hard-on. My eyes widen and I stop laughing.

"You're so weird." I say, and suddenly my mouth is dry. A tension has entered the room that wasn't there moments before. Electricity slides between Shawn and I, and I know that if I don't get off of him in the next thirty seconds or so, things are going to do a drastic 180.

"And yet you're still straddling me." he points out. I hesitate, my mouth parting slightly as I think.

"Not anymore." I say, rolling off of him and standing up. Shawn groans, but surprisingly, doesn't comment. "I'm going to borrow a pair of your sweats to wear back to the dorms."

Shawn doesn't reply, so I take that as permission. I take off my pajama pants and fold them up, putting them in my bag. I grab a pair of clean underwear and put them on, walking over to Shawn's drawer.

"Helaina, can I ask you something?" Shawn speaks up. The tone in his voice catches me off guard, as it's one I've never heard before, but I try not to think much of it.

"Sure," I say, opening the top drawer. It's filled with t-shirts; no sign of sweatpants anywhere.

"It may be a little weird, but keep in mind that you're my girlfriend." he says, and my heart rate intensifies.

"Uh, okay..." I say, suddenly worried about what he's going to ask. I open the bottom drawer, and I see it's full of pants. I crouch down, beginning to sift around in search of sweatpants.

"Do you care if I jerk off to you?"

"What?" I scream, shooting up. I turn around, staring wildly at Shawn. He just stares back, seemingly unbothered with the question he just asked.

"It's not like you don't know I do it." he shrugs. "I mean, remember that video I sent you in junior year?"

My entire body heats up at the memory. How could I ever forget?

"Well, no shit you do it." I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "It just... never really crossed my mind. It's not like I sit around wondering what you do in your free time, especially since we're at it practically every day."

"I wouldn't say every day..." Shawn says, and I shoot him a look. "Can you just answer the question? Do you care? Or does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Um, no, I guess I don't mind. I mean, we have sex so it's like I don't want you thinking of me naked. I'm pretty sure you have a good mental image of it at this point." I say.

"True, but I don't know. I thought I should just ask. It's different from us having sex."

"How so?"

"It's more personal, in a way." he shrugs. "Normally I just look at your Instagram and I-"

"Wait, what?" I screech. "You use my Instagram pictures to get yourself off?"

"And my screenshots of you from Snapchat." he adds in.

"Oh my God." I groan, covering my eyes with my hands. "Shawn, why the fuck would you use my Instagram for that?"

"You don't send me nudes or anything, so what else would I use?"

"Porn! Like a normal person!"

"You're so much hotter though, baby girl." he says, and I shift uncomfortably.

"Oh, thanks?"

"I mean, I can stop using your Instagram pictures if you'd send me something, or let me take a picture..." he begins, and I rapidly shake my head.

"No, no, no! That picture of me with my shorts pulled up to show my ass is the only picture you're going to get. I'm not about to have that shit come back to haunt me just because you're horny and need something to beat off at." I say, and quickly pull Shawn's sweats on before he gets the wrong idea.

"Well, what if I sent you something? You know, collateral." he suggests, and I laugh.

"You're joking, right? Babe, no." I say, getting my bra out of my bag. I take Shawn's hoodie and shirt off, handing them to him. "Take it all in, because the only snapshot you're getting is the mental one you should take right now."

"What about an actual one?" he asks, and pulls his phone out.

"Stop! That's not fucking funny!" I scream, lunging at him. I grab his phone out of his hand, making sure he didn't take any pictures of me. Once I check, I hand it back to him.

"Sorry," he apologizes, and I nod curtly.

I stand up and put my bra on. I put on the same shirt from last night and tuck everything else into the bag I brought. I put the socks on and begin to tie my shoes up. Shawn stands up and heads over to the dresser, taking out a t-shirt.

"You know," he begins, lifting the shirt over his head to put it on. "If you ever need any pictures of me, I'd be more than happy to send them."

"Oh, I'm sure you would be." I shoot back sarcastically.

"Just let me know. I'll send them for your own alone times."

Shawn winks, causing my face to heat up to a temperature a million times hotter than the sun.