{MATURE}
You nod, smiling and turn to see Shawn sitting back down with his date, his hand trying to discreetly cover his neck. His eyes catch yours.
Game on.
You arrive home late, deciding to go to a bar with Catherine after dinner. If Shawn is going to act like the sexual tension between you two doesn't exist and go on a separate date, then you will too.
You had a couple of drinks, talked to a couple of guys but you hadn't walked away with anyone's number. You'd explained what had happened in the restaurant to Catherine and she wasn't even surprised. She was hella proud that you gave him a giant love bite though. Yeah, you were proud too. Y/N team 1 - Shawn team 0.
You bet the score won't stay like that for long and you half expected Shawn to turn up to the bar too. He didn't, thank God and with him out of sight, you could finally loosen up a little. Only a little because out of sight does not equal out of mind and this man plagued your every thought.
But now back at home, tonight's emotions (fuelled with some alcohol) come back full force, crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your heart feels heavy, your mind foggy and you're so damn tired.
You slip off your dress, dumping it in your ever growing laundry basket when a knock raps at the door. You're surprised, it's 2am and no one bothers you at night.
Slipping on a night gown, you creep down to the front door. You've never used the peep hole, as usually the only people who knock are delivery people or your neighbours, but you're really considering it in this potential serial killer situation.
You stretch up onto your tippy toes and roll your eyes at the sight of Shawn leaning against your door frame with one arm. The dress shirt that he wore for his date is rolled up to the elbows and unbuttoned a little down his chest. You're silent, tempted to leave him at your door because God knows how mad at him you are.
"Y/N I know you're there, I can see your shadow under the door. Just open up."
Oh dang, you were so close. Sighing, you fling open up the door and Shawn lurches in, not realising how quickly you'd respond. He tumbles down and both of you crash to the floor. Legs, arms and bodies tangled up in a mess, you're sure you've woken every resident in this building.
Shawn's body feels so good against yours and you have to suppress a groan. Play the game Y/N.
"Get off me, you human giraffe." You slap Shawn's arm and he rolls over onto the floor next to you. He grins lazily and you realise that he's drunk. VERY drunk. You sit up, annoyed that he's come to your flat, probably driven under the influence and fallen through your front door.
You rub a patch on the back of your head which you smacked onto the hard wood floor when Shawn fell into you. You turn to him and he smirks, eyeing up your gown which fell open during the scramble. Your white bikini panties are on show with a white lace bralette. You slap him again, on the head this time.
"Ow, what was that for?"
"You know what it's for dumbass." You huff and get up, leaving Shawn sprawled on the floor as you close the front door, silently praying that your neighbours are all deaf and didn't just hear that loud crash which is Shawn Mendes. You tie your robe tightly.
"You're being mean Y/N."
Wow, why is drunk Shawn such a baby?
"What are you doing here Shawn? It's 2am." You're moody too, now he's just messing with you and you're exhausted. You fold your arms over your chest and stand with one hip popped out.
He sits up cross-legged, like he's a kid as he stares up at you. You notice the love bite on his neck and internally smile smugly as you remember your sneaky moves back at the restaurant. He pouts a little and you have to remind yourself that he's being a pain in the ass because your heart really wants to kiss him.
"Shawn..." You warn, he's really testing your patience. Usually you guys had much more banter and less tension but since the sex, everything's turned upside down and it makes you nervous.
He gets up, swaying slightly on his feet and you reach out to catch him.
"Nice to know you'll catch me if I fall."
You choose to ignore his double meaning and guide him to your living room couch.
"You better not puke on my couch Shawn or else I'll be making you clean my flat for a month."
Shawn laughs, like really laughs. It catches you by surprise, you weren't kidding when you said that you'll make him clean. Maybe you'll make him do the dishes and the laundry too.
Once he's calmed down, you fetch him a glass of water and sit next to him, robe wrapped securely round you with the tie. You're not having a second nude incident in one day.
"Okay. Talk."
Honestly, you're so done with Shawn right now. He's messing around, you're tired, not looking forward to work tomorrow with Jacob probably glaring daggers at you and half of the women in the office mad because you rejected him and somehow that effects them.
"I just... I need to be near you."
"Why?"
"I miss your body."
"Then scroll through my Instagram and save all my beach photos for a rainy day." You say sarcastically. Shawn's confession about missing your body did make your heart melt but it also makes you upset because he doesn't miss all of you. Your heart definitely feels left out, she's stomping her feet in a hissy fit.
"Y/N" Shawn whines. "That's not what I meant."
"Well, until you can decide what you want, or who you want, my body is off limits. I'm going to bed."
You get up but Shawn grabs your arm, pulling you down on top of him, in a sitting position. You bodies fit together perfectly and your heart races at the proximity.
"Kiss me." Shawn whispers and your lips meet his. You're still mad, so you're not going down without a fight. Shawn can seduce you all he wants, but your mind can't get the image of him with that other girl out of your head. Or him saying that kissing you was a mistake. OR saying that you couldn't possibly have feelings for him.
You pull away, sitting up. You're vaguely aware that you're straddling Shawn's body. His hair is floppy, falling over his face and his eyes watch your every move.
"No, we can't. I'm too confused." You start to get up but Shawn's hands on your thighs anchor you to him. He rocks his hips every so slightly, brushing you gently and you stifle a moan. Damn, he's playing the game all over again and he's in first place.
"No more thoughts. Just you and me tonight." Shawn's words are like a tight grasp, holding your heart. You know that they're dangerous if he squeezes too hard but you're willing to take that risk. To stop fighting for just one damn minute. Or maybe five because Shawn isn't that quick.
You reach down to his shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and bending down, you kiss his neck, ghosting your lips over your victory love bite. Trailing down, you reach his jeans. Popping open the button, you unzip them and pull them down his legs along with his boxers.
You slide down a little, before making eye contact and licking your lips. Shawn's eyes go wide, obviously now realising your intentions and he rolls his head back as you slide your mouth down him. Your tongue trails up the ridges of his member before popping at the top. Shawn bucks his hips at you and you tease him again.
Games are fun, right? Well you're ready to get point number 2. You lean back down again, taking all of Shawn in your mouth and you almost choke. Okay, this looked much easier in the movies. You regain composure and try again. Whatever you seem to be doing, Shawn's loving it. He can't take his eyes off you, moaning at both the sight of you and the sensations you're creating.
As you get the hang of it, you can feel Shawn getting closer to his orgasm. Ah, Shawn you're too naïve. You let go of him and sit back up. Shawn's eyes flick open and he stares at you, pure hatred etched into his perfect features. You smirk and get off him, leaning over his writhing and hot body.
"Strike two." You grin smugly and Shawn's eyes burn holes in you.
With one swift movement, he grabs your robe tie and yanks it loose, revealing you in your lingerie underneath. You reach for the tie but he pulls you down by the arm until you're back on top of him. Shawn's hand ease the robe off your shoulders, exposing your flushed skin. He kisses your shoulder, caressing your skin with his lips until a sharp sting break out. He bit you. The mofo actually gave you a love bite back.
You glance over at your shoulder and gasp at the welt forming on your skin. Fine, maybe you did deserve that one.
He sits up a bit, sliding underneath you and you can feel his hard on between your legs. Damn, you want him inside you but your head is way too stubborn to let that happen.
He holds his member in one hand, stroking it whilst staring at you.
"Touch yourself." He says gruffly and you blink in surprise. Shawn makes a noise that's halfway between a growl and a groan and he takes his hand off himself to reach for the ties on your little panties. They become loose and he pulls them away.
You do as he says, bringing your hand down to yourself and rubbing in circular motions. Your body jerks in pleasure and you realise that you're pretty worked up from watching Shawn. He resumes his strokes and you both watch each other as you get yourselves off. Definitely not how you thought you'd be spending your Monday evening.
You're close, feeling your body tighten. Shawn notices your quickened pace and grabs your hand, replacing it with his own. You moan around him, coming undone and he jerks himself off with the other, getting off watching you.
You fall forward, resting your head on his chest. Shawn breathes heavily under you. You lie there for what feels like forever.
"I'm going to use the bathroom okay?"
You nod, lifting your head sleepily and he slides out from underneath you. He slips on his shirt and boxers before rolling you into his arms and walking you to your bed. He drops you softly and pulls up the duvet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your head, you fall asleep to the sound of the shower running.
WOW OKAY PART 7 IS ON IT'S WAY!!! This story is much longer than I intended and if you're bored then I'm sorry (not)- V x