Finishing what you were doing in the kitchen, you turned out all the lights and headed upstairs to go to sleep.

The shock of Shawn's confession left you decently sober, removing your makeup and crawling into bed without even grabbing a glass of water.

Tossing and turning, you laid awake, staring at the ceiling, artificial light from the street lamps pouring into your bedroom.

You were sure of your feelings for Shawn now. They were deep down and a little tricky to uncover, but they were there. His chestnut eyes and soft curls and pearly white smile had you wrapped, and everything was different now that you knew he wanted you, too.

Sitting up, you came to the conclusion that trying to sleep was no use. Your mind was running wild: Shawn's eyes, Shawn's voice, Shawn's body. All were things you were on board with. You cared about him, and he needed to know you were serious.

Hopping out of bed, you pulled on a hoodie and some fuzzy socks, tucking your loose pyjama bottoms into them. You creeped out into the hall, peeking into Brian's room and see him fast asleep. Phew.

You tiptoed down the stairs, inching your way along ever so quietly. You got lost in your thoughts of knocking on Shawn's bedroom door, explaining how you were feeling, and hopefully falling asleep tangled in his arms. In your own little world, you got to the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner, only to be full-on body-smacked by an awfully large, firm, six foot three Shawn Mendes.

"Whoa!" you heard him yell-whisper, stumbling back on his feet a little. It was Shawn, tired and flustered and oh-so-dreamy. You were at a loss for words as he looked into your eyes, light from the street lamps cascading his face.

"Shawn, what are you doing?" you asked, taking a step back.

"Umm, I was just, well, I uh, I was coming to check on you," he said, searching his brain for an excuse.

"Oh? Well, I was doing the same, I guess? You, uh, you okay?" you asked awkwardly.

He chuckled, relaxing a bit. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. You look good. I-I mean, are you, are you uh, you good?" he asked, losing all his confidence as his sentence fell apart.

"Yes, yes Shawn I'm good. I'm good now," you said, taking a step closer to him.

"Good, like, sober-good? Not drunk anymore?" he took a step closer, too.

"Yeah, sober-good," you smiled, knowing where he was going with this.

You took in his appearance as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of downstairs. Plaid pyjama bottoms with socks, an old band t-shirt hanging loosely on his torso but fitting his arms just right. His hair was wild and his eyes were hopeful, burning into yours.

"So, have you given any thought into what I said earlier, then?" he asked, perking up a little.

"Yes," you said instantly, praying he would just accept it and make his move.

"Yes, like, yes yes?" he asked, uncrossing his arms.

"Yes, Shawn. Yes, yes, a million times yes," you responded, cut off by his lips crashing into yours. His hands were in your hair as his mouth fit yours perfectly, soft and sweet and everything in between.

His hands pulled your face closer to his as he smiled into the kiss and you pressed your hands into his torso, enjoying the feeling of his rock-hard abs through his shirt.

His kisses got softer as he pulled away, cupping your face with his massive hands and resting his forehead against yours. He exhaled, laughing a little.

"What is it?" you asked, growing a little worried. Was something wrong?

"I just, I can't believe I'm kissing you," he answered, a rush of relief flooding through you.

"Kiss me more then, and maybe you'll believe it," you challenged, to which he didn't even respond.

His lips hit yours like a train and he was all hands, everywhere. His kisses were wet and rough as he pressed his body into yours, pinning you against the banister.

His teeth nipped at your lips as he smiled into your mouth, soon growing serious again and working wonders with his tongue in your mouth. His lips were fire on yours and his hands were ice, creeping up the hem of your shirt and squeezing your sides.

Your fingers found the back of his neck as you pulled him flush against you, heat rising in your lower abdomen and reaching between your legs. You were losing control, losing yourself in him and his kisses. You knew you shouldn't be doing this, but no way in hell was that going to stop you.

It wasn't until the muffled sound of stirring coming from upstairs that you released Shawn from your grip, hushing him and listening. Someone was awake.

"Should we, umm, take this.. downstairs?" Shawn asked, raising a dark eyebrow at you. Yes.

You bit your lip and planted a soft, silent kiss on his swollen pout and pulled away, nodding at him.

A smile crept up on his face as he took your hand, leading you down the stairs and into his little bedroom.

Still keeping quiet, you stepped into the room as Shawn closed the door behind you. He paused for a brief moment, turned to you, and within no time was once again consuming himself with the taste of you.

He had you pinned up against his wall, his hands everywhere all at once. His lips kissed your mouth and trailed down your jaw, finding your neck and sucking little purple marks all the way to your collarbones. Your hands tugged at his curls as his fingers toyed with the hem of your hoodie, indicating for you to take it off.

He stepped back as you pulled your hoodie over your head, shirt coming off with it, leaving you completely bare. You quickly crossed your arms, feeling exposed.

"Baby, don't even worry. You're so beautiful," Shawn exhaled, slipping his shirt off too, "Now we're both shirtless, okay?" he said, pushing himself against you once again.

His soft skin felt heavenly on yours, the warmth of his chest encapsulating you. Your hands moved from his scalp to his shoulders, coming down his chest where you could feel the little hairs against your fingertips. He was so perfect, and tonight, he was all yours. You pushed him back a little, breaking the kiss.

"Pants off, Mendes," he raised that eyebrow at you again, wondering where this was all coming from, "Now," you said, kicking yours off along with your socks.

The two of you were left in your underwear when Shawn reached for your hips, leading you to his bed. You fell back onto it, practically drooling at the view.

Shawn was standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless and all muscles. His thighs were thick, and between them were his boxer-briefs, pulled taught at the areas surrounding the hardened cock contained within them.

"Like what you see?" he asked, standing up a little straighter.

"Jesus, Shawn, what the fuck? Are you even real?" you asked as he leaned forward and hovered above you, hips between your legs as he supported himself with each arm on either side of your head.

He chuckled, brushing your nose with his, "So gorgeous," he said, looking into your eyes and smiling ear-to-ear. He was so incredibly happy to be with you, here, like this. He felt as if everything had been leading up to this, and it was finally here, all happening now, finally, and everything had to be perfect.

With that, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, then each cheek, then your forehead, and then moved to your neck.

No longer sucking bruises on your skin, his lips softly brushed against your flesh, gentle as ever. You were a work of art and he was your admirer, careful not to damage anything. He knew he had to handle you with care.

Your breathing grew irregular at the anticipation of Shawn working his way down your body, kissing around each of your breasts and softly sucking on your left nipple. His eyes were closed and his breath was heavy, and you'd never seen anything so beautiful.

He pulled away, looking up at you and resting his chin between your boobs. He gave a sweet smile, lacing his fingers with yours and closing his eyes. So happy.

"Shawn, come back up here," you whispered, pulling his face up to meet yours and kissing him once again.

He kissed you deeply, causing a familiar ache in your core. You needed him so badly, and you made it obvious in your sloppy, needy kisses. Your legs hooked around his waist as you pushed your hips upward, grinding against his hard-on. He moaned into your mouth, hand letting go of yours and trailing down into your panties.

You unhooked your legs from his waist as his fingers slid against your wet folds, massaging you slowly where you most needed it.

"Shawn, please," was all you could say, soon feeling his middle finger dipping inside of you.

"So wet for me, baby," he grunted, smirking slightly.

His finger played with you as he pushed back onto his knees, removing your underwear with his left hand. Spreading you wide, he added a second finger, pumping you slowly as he stretched out your walls.

His fingers curled inside of you as you muffled your moans, fighting to keep quiet. Shawn's thumb found your clit, making contact with it as he continued to pump your heat. Your moans grew louder as Shawn shushed you.

"Sh-Shawn, I need you," you said, placing your hand on his forearm. His eyes met yours, darker than before. His features were lustful as he pulled his fingers from your core, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean.

You were burning between your legs, aching for his cock inside of you.

"Shawn, please," you pleaded, prompting him to reach into his side table and grab a condom. He handed it to you as he slipped off his underwear and you proceeded to open it with your teeth. You pinched the end and placed it on his tip, rolling it down his length, receiving a low moan at the contact. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, settling between your legs. Your hands roamed his muscular back, feelings the bumps and hills of the strong tissue. What a man.

His face pulled away from yours, eyes fixated on you. "You ready?" he asked, gripping his hard cock with his right hand.

"Yes, baby, please," you responded, raising your hips to meet his tip as he sunk into you.

You felt a little pain as he stretched you out, soon replaced by warmth and arousal, "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, face buried in your neck, "You good?" he asked, making sure you were okay.

"Yes, God yes, Shawn, fuck me," you whimpered.

His face came up to yours once again as his hips began moving, achingly slowly, pulling almost all the way out of you and slamming completely back in. You were a moaning mess, desperately trying to keep quiet. Shawn's pace quickened at your response, developing a rhythm as his hips rocked into you. "Fuck, Shawn, yes," you repeated over and over, his lips smiling against your cheek.

Your hands still explored his back, scratching at his shoulder blades as he fucked into you.

He leaned back onto his knees, pulling your legs up to your chest so he could get even deeper. His weight was mostly on you as his right hand gripped your left, tangling your fingers, lips kissing you softly as his hips drove his cock into you.

His moans were muffled by your kiss, nothing but the sound of slapping skin filling the room. Just knowing it was Shawn fucking you had you extremely close to exploding, so when he brought his hand down to your clit you knew it was game over.

You sucked your lower lip into your mouth as he massaged you, your legs trembling beneath him. His face was determined as he smiled at each of your little moans, "You sound so beautiful," he said to himself, in disbelief that he was the one making you feel this way.

You made sure to keep moaning for him, including his name. This made him go absolutely wild, railing you harder than before.

"Shawn, Shawn I'm gonna cum," you said in between breaths and moans.

"Y/N, I want you to look at me," he said, his face turning very serious very quickly.

"What?" you asked, trying not to release too early.

"When you cum. I want you to look at me, okay? Who's making you feel this good?" he asked.

"Mm, you, baby," you responded, looking up at him through your thick lashes.

"No, say my name. Who's making you feel this good?" he asked again.

"Mhmm, Shawn, yes Shawn, so good," you moaned out.

His thumb touched you just the right way and you were pushed over the edge, biting down on your hand to keep yourself from screaming out in pleasure. His free hand tilted your chin up to keep you looking into his lustful eyes, worshipping the sight of you unraveling beneath him. His dark eyes burned into you as you saw colours, heat rushing from your fingers to your toes.

You pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping your legs around his thighs and placing your hands on his sculpted ass to pull him closer.

You expressed a few words of encouragement, breathing his name into his ear.

"Shawn, this pussy is yours, you hear me?" you pressed, his thrusts growing rough as he neared his peak.

"All yours, baby. Shawn," you breathed as his breath hitched.

"I'm so close," he moaned as he scrunched his eyes, beginning to release.

"Shawn, look at me," you said, cupping his face with your hands.

His eyes met yours as you contracted your walls, his thrusts growing sloppy as he released a low moan, followed by a repeated string of your name.

His hips slowed as his face broke out into a smile, placing a soft kiss on your swollen mouth.

He pulled out of you, planting a quick peck on your knee before he walked into the washroom to discard of the condom.

You began searching for your clothes, pulling your underwear up your legs as Shawn came back into the room.

"Where are you going?" he asked, placing a hand on your arm to stop you.

"Back to my room? No one can know this happened, right?" you responded, worried about getting caught.

"No, you're sleeping with me. After all that? Yeah. I think I deserve some cuddles. We can set an alarm and have you back in bed before anyone gets up, okay?" he said as you stood up, facing his still-naked body.

"Okay," you smiled, tucking a chunk of loose hair behind your ear.

"Oh, and those?" he said, motioning to your underwear, "They've gotta go," he smirked, hopping into his bed and lifting his arm for you to snuggle up to his chest.