Your summer classes began a few days after the move, warranting a lot of your time to be spent alone in your room. You could tell it set Shawn off a bit as he would constantly ask if you were alright or needed anything, popping his head in the door with a gentle knock of his knuckles on the wood. You got the message after a while, realizing that he was lonely, curious, and restless. He'd play guitar for hours and come see what you were doing, only to find you with headphones in or deep in thought.

Something weird happened one night, though. He was having a few friends over to watch a World Cup match and you had an assignment due, but still didn't want to be anti-social. Once you had introduced yourself to the guys, you planted yourself on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island and decided to work there, far enough to get things done but close enough to chime into the conversation. Shawn was a few shots in, sipping on his beer when he unsteadily stood from the couch and sauntered over to you.

"Hey, rockstar," you muttered, reading over a paragraph you had written when he leaned over the counter in front of you, resting his rosy face on his folded hands.

"Hey yourself," he grinned, tilting his head a little. No one seemed to notice that he'd gotten up, and you wondered what he was looking for. You wondered if it was you.

"Feelin' okay?" you asked, looking up from your screen to meet his twinkly eyes. He was grinning widely, absorbing your features. You'd never been this close to his face.

"Mhm," he hummed, standing up. God, he was tall. "Just wanted to check on you. You okay? Are we too loud?" he asked, taking a few steps around the island to have a look at what you were working on.

"No, I like the chatter. It's comforting," you spoke, "I like listening to your laugh." Oops.

Before you could backtrack, he was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, roughly kneading the tense muscles. You fought back a groan, freezing in place but soon relaxing under his touch.

"You can take a break, you know," he said softly, resting his chin atop your head. Wow. "Could even come listen to my laugh, if you'd like." You could hear the grin in his voice.

"S'okay, Shawn," you shook your head, "I really need to get this done. I'll take a beer, though," you turned to look at him as he lifted his head, reaching into the fridge to retrieve a Bud Light.

"At your service," he grinned, twisting the cap off for you. "Ring if you need anything else," he giggled, bowing his head and earning a laugh from you before wandering off into the living room.

After that evening, you started paying attention to Shawn's mannerisms more. He was very touchy but in a good way, constantly checking up on you through physical contact. It was rare he'd say something without resting his hand on your arm momentarily, and it was kind of nice. You wondered if he was like this because he knew you were stressed and it was clear that it helped. Maybe it helped him, even, considering how stressed he'd been with new music and perfecting how he wants it to sound.

He'd been rehearsing at a substantial volume all week, driving you up the wall when you were writing a paper but also causing you to bop along, sing along, and even sometimes burst into the room dancing when you could tell he wasn't happy with it. He was so easy to read, and luckily, he was becoming your favourite book.

Tuesday dragged on and you really felt the weight. Shawn was hyper-stressed, seemingly anxious as he spent the morning pacing around on the phone with his manager trying to work out his upcoming schedule. You quietly watched, taking note of the way he clenched his jaw and clutched his phone when he held back a sentence he'd regret later. As soon as the call ended, he darted into his room and changed into his workout clothes, leaving the apartment without a word.

Sensing the tension, you decided he needed cheering up and remembered back to your first time meeting him, an idea striking you. Sure, it was silly, but it would definitely plaster that giddy smile back on his face.

You headed to the grocery store, driving only a few blocks to the nearest Metro. You grabbed what you needed and some snacks, hurrying along because you wanted to make sure everything was perfect and ready by the time he walked through the front door.

You made quick work of the food, carefully separating every topping in small bowls Shawn's mom had undoubtedly gifted him. The ground beef was simmering and the tortilla shells were keeping warm in the oven as you grated the cheese, keeping a careful eye on everything.

Things were ready and almost plated when the front door swung open, a tired-looking Shawn tugging the black headphones from his ears as you turned to meet his gaze, excitedly bouncing on your feet.

"What's all this?" he questioned with a gentle furrow of his brows, shutting the door behind him and stepping toward you.

"Um, I though we could have a Taco Tuesday," you spoke gently, scanning his face for a reaction. Thankfully, it lit up in an instant as he strode over to you, pulling you into a bear-hug. His arms snaked around your waist and lifted you a few inches off the ground as he squeezed, heat radiating from his sweaty body.

"You're incredible," he spoke as he placed you back on the floor, "I'm damp, sorry," he giggled, stepping around you to wash his hands in the kitchen sink.

"That's okay! I knew you wanted to make this a thing," you motioned to the tray of taco shells, sliding a plate in his direction as you began assembling your dinner.

"Oh, it's a thing," he grinned, pulling the bowl of ground beef toward him. "I fucking love tacos."

You ate in comfortable silence, Shawn inhaling his food as you picked at the fallen contents of your taco with a fork.

"Get your schedule sorted out?" you asked carefully, holding your plate over the garbage as you cleared it. Shawn tilted his head back with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

"No, actually," he sighed, his mouth full of lettuce. "We're weeding through festivals. I have no idea why, but some are apparently not big enough," he groaned. "What they don't understand is that I'll literally play anywhere. I don't care if there are twenty people or twenty thousand people. It's all the same to me."

"That's really nice," you nodded, collecting bowls from the counter to wash. "You're sounding great lately."

"Thanks, but really, I'm not," he leaned forward in his seat, resting his head in his hands momentarily. "I'm having a hard time with the falsettos and I just want it to be perfect. But it isn't," he looked up at you, the circles under his eyes more prevalent in the overhead lighting.

"It's not supposed to be, Shawn," you reassured, sliding his plate out from between his arms. "It's authentic, it's raw, it's you. It's live. It's whatever you want it to be."

"Mm, I guess," he nodded, closing his eyes. "I'm just-"

"A perfectionist," you interrupted, "I know," you gave him a tight-lipped smile as he looked up at you.

"You've noticed," he nodded, averting his gaze as a flush rose in his cheeks.

"Indeed," you giggled, placing all the dishes in the dishwasher and switching it on. "It's good, though. You're driven."

He inhaled as if to say something and paused, looking around the room. You waited for him to speak up, knowing there was something bothering him.

"Do you think I'm too driven?" he asked, meeting your eyes again. "Shit, that sounded cocky. I'm sorry. Forget it," he shook his head, running his fingers through his flat curls.

"Hey, no, it's not cocky," you spoke, resting your elbows on the counter. "I get it, and no, I don't think you're too driven. You can never be too driven. I think you're doing amazing and you need to relax because everyone loves you. There's no need to feel insecure, Shawn. You've got this, no matter that this is," you smiled, hoping to have calmed his nerves.

"I just, hmm," his voice broke as he cleared his throat to cover it up. "I don't want to disappoint anybody," he said softly, merely a whisper. He was really in his head about this, vulnerability taking over as he confided in you.

"Shawn, no one's going to be disappointed," you spoke, placing your small hand over his large one. "You need to slow down, no one's expecting anything. Just be you. And if even that fails, I'm not disappointed in you. I think you're pretty cool, actually," you grinned, meeting his chestnut eyes as they pleaded with you.

"You're, um," he paused, trying his best to maintain composure, "You're a really good friend."

"I mean I could be a bad friend, if you want," you teased, patting his hand with your own before you grabbed the j-cloth to wipe the counter.

"No, you're just right," he chuckled, taking a deep breath.

"You're tense, Mendes. You need to de-stress," you muttered. "Go out. Forget about all the shit for a while. Bring some hottie home," you wiggled your eyebrows, causing Shawn to go pink.

"Nah, that's not exactly fair," he mumbled. "Only if you come with me and find some guy. Otherwise you'd have to listen to me all night."

"Deal," you nodded, placing the fabric in the sink. He turned on his heel to go take a shower, pausing when you spoke, "Oh, and Shawn? All night, seriously?" you rolled your eyes with a smile.

He smirked without answering, resuming his tasks and shutting the door behind him.

The club was crowded, overpacked with sweaty bodies and way-too-drunk people who would be sorry the next morning. You stood at the bar with Shawn after he ordered you a drink, eyeing the way he tucked his button-up into his skinny jeans. He wore his classic chelsea boots and you could see both pendants sitting on the chain hanging from his thick neck, and you knew he'd find someone for sure. No one looked like that.

"You look pretty," he yelled over the music, giving your body a glance as he motioned to the short black dress hugging your frame.

"Not as pretty as you," you smirked, causing him to roll his eyes with a smile.

"Can't you ever take me seriously and not reply with a snarky comment?"

"Um, no," you grinned, leaning closer and singing, "It isn't in my blood," accentuating the 'o's of 'blood.'

He shook his head with a laugh, bringing his drink to his lips before speaking. "That's it, I've had it with you," he smiled, "Can't take you anywhere."

You opened your mouth to reply, Shawn raising an eyebrow at you in anticipation of what you might say when a tall drink of water walked up and asked you to dance. You looked from the guy to Shawn and back to the guy, exhaling with a nod. Shawn raised his glass in your direction, chuckling to himself as the muscular blonde led you to the dance floor.

You were on your third drink when Shawn caught your eye, leading a short brunette into the crowd. He appeared to be pretty intoxicated, too, his cheeks rosy with a blush and sweat pooling in his hairline. He shot you a look that said, "You good?" and you nodded, diverting your attention back to who you had since learned's name was Steve.

Shawn seemed to get lost in the music, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he danced with the mystery girl. Steve was the opposite, his hungry eyes mentally undressing you as you tried to keep things tame, having every intention of nottaking this guy home with you.

It was almost like everything began happening so fast. The alcohol hit you at once and the lights became too bright and the people around you became too alive. You swivelled your head around, immediately grossed out by everything in sight. This guy was too close and you were too drunk and Shawn was too far.

"Hey, you alright?" Steve asked, placing his hand on your hip. You snapped away and out of his grasp, desperately searching for an escape route due to your sudden discomfort. "What's your problem?" he asked, a little pushier and closer to your face. He leaned into you, his hands finding your hips again.

"Get off," you mumbled, your small hands pressing against his chest but he wouldn't budge. "Get off!" you called a little louder as you felt his hands travel to your ass.

"Get the fuck off of her!" a voice rumbled, catching you off guard. You looked up, seeing a flash of a tattooed hand prying Steve from your small frame.

Before you even saw what happened, Shawn's arms were wrapped around you and rubbing your shoulder blades through your dress.

"Shawn, what did y-" you began, but he cut you off.

"Shh, I've got you," he spoke softly into your hair, hugging you tightly before pulling away.

"Thank you," you sighed, "I just uh, I freaked out for a second there."

"Totally fine," he gave a little smile, rubbing your arms with his calloused fingers. "He was being a creep."

You nodded, looking into his chocolate eyes before scanning the room.

"Shawn, what about that gir-"

"Don't worry about it," he cupped your cheeks so you could meet his gaze. "Not important. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you gave him a tight-lipped smile, your eyes falling to his open collar and the hair growing from his broad chest. "You can go find her, if you want," you looked up at him again, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and shook his head.

"Would you stop worrying about me?" he grinned. "Come on, let's get out of here," he spoke, grabbing your hand.

"Shawn, the whole point was for you to take someone home," you protested, pulling his hand to keep him from leading you off the dance floor.

"I'm bringing you home," he spoke, his wild eyes searching yours for something, anything. "Let me take you home."

"Of course, Shawn," you giggled, giving in. "We live together."

"I realize," he laughed, pulling you toward the exit, "Let's just fucking leave."

Shawn ordered an Uber and leaned against a parking meter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wild night, eh?"

"It was somethin'," you agreed, combing your fingers through your tangly hair.

"Thank God my roommate made tacos for dinner," he looked up at the sky with a wide grin.

"You're on taco duty next week," you giggled, earning a nod from him in agreement.

"Fair enough," he smiled, stepping forward as the car pulled up.

You walked through the front door, Shawn following closely behind. You stopped to slip out of your heels, Shawn already undoing one of his upper buttons as you both went to the sink to wash your hands.

"You did really well, you know, saving me," you muttered, brushing his bicep momentarily with your cheek.

"Yeah?" he asked, "I'm honestly still a little drunk," he giggled.

"Me too," you looked up at him, his cheeks rosy as ever.

"You're good?" he asked, turning to you.

"Mhm," you nodded, facing him but ducking your head to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

"Hey," he spoke softly, pulling you into a tight hug. "Don't cry, I'm here, you're safe now."

"I know," you mumbled into his shoulder as your hands crossed over the small of his back. "Thank you."

"Stop thanking me," he muttered into your hair, "It's my job now."

"It's not your job, but I definitely appreciate it," you sighed, appreciating the warmth of his hard chest on your cheek.

"He wasn't hot enough for you, if that makes you feel any better," he breathed with a laugh, causing you to giggle against him. "Hey, look at me," he spoke, leaning back to look down at your face. A lazy grin stretched across his cheeks.

"What?" you spoke, looking up at him through your long lashes. A blush was creeping up your cheeks, and it wasn't from the alcohol.

"Nothing," he grinned, tilting his head to the side. "Just wanted to look at you." He bit his lip, his eyes squinting a little as if he was thinking about something.

Heat rose in your body as you stayed there, feeling as if time stood still. His eyes burned into yours, glowing amber in the dim light. He breathed heavily and shakily, his entire body becoming an unknown variable as you grew excited and anxious, unsure of what was happening or where this was going.

His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and you braced yourself, just waiting for him to do it. His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his pout, a smile soon following as he gave in, crashing his lips onto yours.

You melted into him, gripping his shirt to get more of him as his lips moved against yours, a small moan erupting from his throat. You parted your lips, allowing his tongue to massage yours as your hands travelled to the back of his neck to pull him closer. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, constantly moving to your face and into your hair and down to your hips. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes, out of breath.

"M'sorry," he whispered.

"What? No," you spoke, running your fingertips down his sides.

"No?" his eyes snapped open as he tilted his head back, looking into your eyes and twirling your hair between his fingers.

"No," you smiled with a shake of your head.

"No, like, stop? Or no like, don't be sorry, keep going?" he asked carefully, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip.

"No, like please keep fucking going," you breathed, pulling his head down to yours and encapsulating him in another kiss. He turned so your lower back was pressed against the counter, his hands on either side of you, bracing himself.

You could taste the whiskey on his tongue and you were positive he could taste the vodka on yours because he was smiling against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. He tugged it with his teeth and pulled it into his mouth, sucking it between his lips before releasing it, meeting your mouth with his once again. He was relentless, persistent, and insatiable.

"I, I uh," he pulled away, his eyes now dark with lust as he loomed over you. "I think I found that hottie I was supposed to bring home," he muttered, his hands travelling to your ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Oh?" you smirked, his face inches from yours. "And you're some guy I was supposed to find, then?"

"I can be whatever you want me to be, baby," he grinned, pressing his lips against yours roughly, kissing you with all he had. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, kissing over the bone and working their way down the column of your throat. Your hands were in his curls, tugging and twisting as he sucked red marks onto your neck, his hands firmly gripping your sides.

"Shawn," you groaned, causing his head to snap up as he met your concerned gaze. "Are we really doing this?"

He gulped, finding your hands and interlacing them with his. "We don't have to."

"Do you want to?" you asked.

"Do you want to?" he responded, squeezing your fingers. You looked away, suddenly feeling awkward.

"You're my roommate," you started, causing him to nod and drop your hands, taking a step back and suddenly feeling as if he had overstepped his boundaries. "And I shouldn't want you, but I do," you looked at him, watching his eyes scramble to meet yours, a grin creeping up his rosy cheeks as you spoke, "I want you so bad."

He kissed you again, moaning into your mouth as he reached for the undersides of your thighs and picked you up, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he walked you into his bedroom, shutting the door with his foot behind him. Your mouth was hot on his neck when the two of you collapsed on his bed, Shawn's heavy body on top of yours as giggles erupted from your throats.

"So, uh, this is my room," he mumbled, his throat vibrating with his words and tickling your swollen lips.

"Love it," you giggled, meeting his lips as your hands untucked his shirt, quickly undoing the small buttons and peeling it from his broad shoulders.

"Maybe I'll see yours again sometime," he chuckled into your mouth, causing you to shake your head beneath him.

"Not so fast, Mendes," you spoke, pushing his chest to flip your bodies. He laid against the pillows, his arms crossed behind his head as he watched you struggle with his belt buckle. His crotch was straining against his jeans, making it more difficult for you to open them up. He chuckled beneath you, his hands joining yours for assistance.

"Having trouble there, champ?" he laughed, undoing his zipper and allowing you to peel the jeans down his thighs with a shake of your head.

"You know, we don't have to do this, Shawn," you joked as he kicked the pants off his ankles, his socks still on his feet.

"No, no, I'm sorry," he laughed with his hands up by his head in surrender. "Off with your dress!"

"Lame," you giggled, leaning forward so he could undo your zipper. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, being careful not to suck on it too hard because he was, after all, Shawn Mendes. Also, Tyler would notice.

You wiggled out of the fabric, tossing it over your head as Shawn stared at you in awe, reaching to cup your lace-clad breasts as you licked up his jaw and kissed below his ear, taking the lobe into your mouth and giving it tug. His hips bucked upward in response, grinding his hard-on against your clothed heat.

You sat up, shifting down his thighs until you laid between them, palming his length through his boxer briefs.

"Please," he whispered, his cock twitching beneath the fabric as you toyed with the hem, slowly peeling it down his muscular thighs. His length sprung upward, slapping his abdomen and already dripping with precum. It was rosy and rock-hard, begging to be between your lips.

You looked up at Shawn, meeting his lustful gaze as you took the base in your hand, pumping him a few times before swirling your tongue around the head. His abs contracted and he moaned loudly, reaching to put a hand in your hair as you took more of him in your mouth, licking and sucking on his firm tip.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his eyes shut tightly as he tried not to buck his hips toward your mouth. You licked up his shaft, wetting it thoroughly before pumping it with your hand, moving your lips to his balls to suck each of them into your mouth. He cried out in response, his thighs tensing at the feeling as he tugged on your hair. Your eyes flickered up to him as he looked at you through hooded eyes, his mouth agape in pleasure.

Your lips moved to his inner thighs, sucking purple ovals onto the skin as your hand continued to pump his wet shaft. You rubbed the divot in his tip with your thumb, causing him to squirm beneath you as he released a strand of incomprehensible moans and whimpers.

"Please, do that ag-, ahh," he mumbled as you took his balls between your lips again, looking up at his pleading gaze. His hands balled up the sheets on either side of him as he tried his best not to thrash around, overcome by the stimulation you provided.

"F-fuck, oh my god, okay, okay," he breathed, "I can't last, please," he panted, cupping your cheeks to lift your head. You smiled up at him, satisfied with your abilities.

"C'mere," he spoke, pulling you toward him as you crawled up his body, meeting his lips for a wet kiss. "I didn't mean your face, kitten."

You looked at him questioningly, placing your hands on his chest as he gripped your ass, pulling your hips up his body.

"You sure?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Fuck yes," he grinned, "Bet you taste so fuckin' sweet."

You groaned in response, scooting up his body as his hand came down on your thigh with a slap. You settled above his face, holding onto the headboard as he looked up at you from between your legs. He leaned upward, his tongue ghosting over your clothed heat as he lapped at the lace. You dipped your hips closer to his face, pressing your heat against him in search of more. His fingers were quick to move your panties out of the way, exposing your soaked core to him.

"Gorgeous," he spoke as you felt his breath on your heat. "Can fuckin' smell how wet you are," he grunted, turning your stomach as his hands ran up and down your bare thighs.

He wasted no time, dipping his tongue into your pussy as you moaned against your arm, resting your head on your wrist as you held onto the headboard for dear life. He quickly let go of your thighs, bringing a hand to your heat and slipping a finger inside of you, his other hand on your hip, keeping you down on his face.

He pumped you carefully and slowly, flicking his tongue over your clit as you whimpered above him, feeling his teeth on your folds as he smiled against you. He inserted another finger, pumping you a little faster as he took your clit between his lips and sucked on it, causing you to let out a scream.

"That's it, baby," he spoke against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. "Scream for me."

"Fuck, Shawn!" you called, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to minimize the shaking of your thighs.

"Good girl," he groaned lowly, dipping his tongue around your clit and flexing it against you, poking and flicking it just the right way. His fingers curled inside of you, causing you to scream again as he hit spots you didn't even know existed.

"Fuck, don't stop, right there," you spoke as you wiggled your hips on his face, riding his tongue as your orgasm ripped through you. He sucked your clit through your high, forcing you to cry out as the stimulation overwhelmed your senses and had you shaking. Once you were reduced to a panting mess, he retracted his fingers and reached for your mouth, placing them between your lips and watching you suck them clean.

"Shawn," you breathed as you released his fingers, backing up and sitting on his middle. "Holy fuck."

"Yeah?" he grinned, his mouth slick with your wetness.

"Yeah," you panted, leaning forward to kiss him again. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you felt a drop of wetness fall onto his abs from your core.

"Someone's ready for me," he smirked, reaching into his nightstand to retrieve a blue packet as you shifted to shimmy out of your panties.

You snatched the foil square from his fingers, shifting down his legs and taking his shaft in your hand. He watched in awe as you ripped open the packet, pinching the tip of the latex as you rolled it down his pink shaft. You looked up to meet his gaze, blinking a few times before you spoke.

"Ready?" you asked, watching him gulp with a nod as you slowly lowered yourself onto his length.

You felt the burn of your walls stretching, the pain quickly subsiding as more of him comfortably slipped inside of you. He let out a moan at your tightness, his fingers digging into your hips as you lowered yourself completely, settling on his waist.

"Fuck," he breathed, pressing his head back against the pillows as he tried to control his breathing. "You feel so fuckin' good."

You smirked at him, placing your small hands on his chest as you leaned forward and began bouncing on his cock, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you causing you to groan in pleasure.

"Jesus, Shawn," you moaned, rolling your hips against his as he began to meet you with thrusts, driving his cock into your soaked core. His hands found your ass as he controlled your movements, guiding you on his dick as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You're beautiful."

You blushed in response, looking at the way his mouth hung open and his curls clung to his forehead and focusing on the feeling of his thick cock between your snug walls.

"Fuck, Shawn, you feel so good," you whimpered, resting on your forearms on either side of his head. He captured your lips in a rough kiss, halting his movements as he pulled away.

"Remind me to add grapes to the grocery list," he spoke in a serious tone.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you laughed as he looked at you questioningly. You lifted your hips a few inches and slammed them down, driving his cock inside of you and causing him so stifle a moan. "Now?"

"Sorry," he giggled, continuing his soft thrusts. "We're still roommates."

"But we're roommates who happen to be fucking right now, so please, just fuck me," you chuckled, letting out a squeal as he flipped your bodies and remained inside of you.

"I'll fuck you, alright," he grinned, pushing your knees up to your chest as he dipped his cock into your core, slamming his hips against the back of your thighs. His thrusts grew steady and rough, reaching deep spots inside of you as your hands worked their way into his curls, tugging them every which way.

"Going back to our previous conversation, oh," you moaned as he changed the angle, supporting himself on one arm and his knees, "don't forget to lock the door before you go to b-, fuck, just like that," you panted as he began drawing circles on your slick clit, still rocking his hips in and out of you.

"If you're seriously concerned with that, I'm not fucking you hard enough," he breathed, intensifying his thrusts as he slammed his hips into you.

"Fuck, Shawn!" you called, the sound of his balls slapping your ass cheek filling the room.

"That's it, baby, scream it," he panted. You couldn't help but giggle, knowing that 'scream it' was a phrase he commonly used during live performances.

"Mercy?" you questioned through your laughter, causing him to slow down.

"What?"

"That's normally what you're looking for when you say scream it," you noted, causing him to start laughing as he leaned down and nuzzled your nose. "Seriously, though, continue," you panted, kissing him roughly as his hips continued their assault on your core. His hand was back to massaging your clit, causing you to squirm beneath his clammy body.

"Fuck, baby, yes," he moaned in your ear, making smaller, more concentrated thrusts. "I'm close."

"Keep going, don't stop," you breathed, focusing on the feeling of his hand on your clit and his cock ramming into you, rapidly approaching the edge.

"Babe, fuck, I can't," he winced, "I'm gonna come."

"Me too, fuck, don't stop," you panted, kissing him harder as his hands sped up on your clit. You moaned into his mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as the ball of nerves in your stomach contracted and released, your body shuddering in pleasure as you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck, yes, yes," he repeated, rolling his hips into you as he exploded into the condom.

Your hands slid down his sides as his thrusts slowed and he rested in you for a few seconds, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His cold necklace tickled your boobs as he shifted on top of you, slipped out of you and planting a kiss on your thigh before running into his ensuite bathroom to dispose of the condom.

He was back in seconds with a damp washcloth, gently caressing your thigh as he wiped your heat and caused you to squirm.

"Shh, I know," he spoke softly, one of his knees resting on the mattress. "Gotta get you cleaned up."

"Thank you," you grinned, your eyes flickering up to meet his in the dark room.

"Thank you, actually," he smiled, balling up the washcloth to throw in the hamper.

You sat up, retrieving your thong from the floor and slipping it up your thighs before searching for your dress. Shawn returned from his closet, an apparent frown crossing his features. You picked up the fabric, covering your middle with it as Shawn stood in front of you awkwardly.

"I'm uh, I'm gonna go to bed now," you spoke and he nodded in response, unsure of what would happen now. "I'll uh, I'll lock the door," you grinned, turning on your heel to leave to room.

"Put grapes on the list, too," he chuckled with a shake of his head, eyeing your ass as you walked away.

You flipped the lock and made a mental note about the grapes, wandering into the washroom to pee and shower. You winced as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, appearing absolutely fucked. Reality began to set in as you combed your fingers through your hair, assessing the damage: You just slept with your roommate.