You knew getting involved with him would end up biting you in the ass.

 Even when it just began and you were trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him, there was always a subconscious part of you that knew your heart was too weak to resist him.

 You regretted letting him kiss you that one night, three months ago. You were both so drunk, too drunk to realize that your actions would end up causing so much pain. You remember the way he made you feel that night, his hands on your body, mouth exploring every inch of you. You remember the way he said your name, the way his hips ground into you, the way he came apart looking like a god.

 You watched him, it was hard not to. He was wearing a loosely fitted dress shirt, the top couple buttons unfastened and showing a delicious bit of skin. His hair was effortlessly messy, just how you liked it.

 His eyes seemed to glow, wide and bright – but they weren’t trained on you. No. They were focused on the giggling blonde that hadn’t left his side all night. You sat idly and watched her twirl her hair, as she leaned into him, her lips dangerously close to his neck.

 You wanted to hate her so bad, but how could you?

 It wasn’t her fault that Shawn had chosen her over you. You rolled your eyes as you brought your glass up to your lips, downing the rest of it and placing it on the counter as you finally tore your eyes away from him.

You regretted ever saying yes to attend his stupid party.

 You took a deep breath, taking out your phone as you rushed to the front door. You had almost made it, until a large hand wrapped around your elbow, spinning you back.

 “Where are you going?” Shawn.

 You rolled your eyes, your gaze still locked on your phone, where you were trying to order an uber, “Jack’s house.”

 “W- what?” His eyes were wide, face flushed, “Who the fuck is Jack?”

 “This guy I’ve been casually seeing.”

 His sharp intake of breath startled you as he pulled your phone from your grasp.

 “Hey!”

 He ignored you, “Y – you’ve been seeing other people?”

 “Yeah,” you shrugged, even though it was a complete lie. Jack had asked you out multiple times in the past, and you had always turned him down, for Shawn. But now, now there was literally nothing stopping you.

 “Oh.”

 “Haven’t you?” You crossed your arms.

 “No.” His voice was soft.

 “What about the blonde girl?”

 “She’s – No one.”

 “Didn’t look like no one,” you rolled your eyes.

 “Well, she is,” his voice was sterner as he stepped closer to you, “Why won’t you believe me?”

 “Because you guys were practically fucking on the couch!” You hissed, quickly looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to your exchange.

 He was still for a moment, until a small smile spread over his face, “No need to be jealous, sweetheart.”

 You huffed, rolling your eyes again and turning away from him – your hand gripping the door handle.

 Shawn’s hand latched onto your elbow again, spinning you back into him, his darkened eyes trained down on you, “You’re still going?”

 You nodded, biting your lip as you avoided his gaze.

 “Why?”

 You resisted the urge to scream as you looked up into his clueless eyes, “Because Shawn! You’ve been ignoring me all night. And I’m tired and I just really need to be fucked and – ”

 “Come upstairs with me,” his voice was lower than you’d heard in a while, sending a shiver down your spine.

 “I’m not doing this with your house filled with people.”

 He licked his lower lips, as his arm wrapped around your waist, “Did it sound like I was asking?”

 You swallowed, hating the puddle that had formed between your legs, from just that single sentence. But you had too much pride, “Who says I even want to fuck you? How do you know Jack’s not better at it than you are?”

 He was silent for a moment before the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

 You didn’t have the chance to blink before he had turned away from you and faced his crowd of guests, “Sorry everyone! Parties’ over! Please find your way out.”

 Your mouth fell open as you watched everyone stare at him in shock, but he had already turned to face you with a devilish smile.

 He didn’t hesitate to grab your waist, pulling you up and hauling you over his shoulder.

 “Shawn!” You squealed, “What the hell are you doing?”

 He ignored you, continuing to walk through the hallway, ignoring the confused looks from a few guests that passed you.

 “Shawn...” you mumbled again, hating the excitement that bumbled through you as he slammed the door of his room loudly.

 He threw you down onto the bed. His dark frame coming over you as he watched you with hooded eyes.

 “Everyone’s probably pissed,” you mumbled, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips.

 “Don’t care,” he smirked, leaning down to you, “They’re all business anyway.”

 You wanted to respond, but your words got lost against his lips, his warm mouth coming down to capture yours.

 You moaned into him, your hands immediately locking behind his neck and gripping the curls at the base.

 He groaned, his hands wrapping around your arms and bringing them down as he pulled away from you.

 Your eyes opened immediately, confusion running through you, “Wh – ”

 “You really think I’m going to let you touch me after the way you behaved sweetheart?” He tutted, lightly kissing your hands as he separated from your body and walked over to his dresser.

 You watched in anticipation as he pulled out a black tie, your eyes widening, you didn’t even know he owned one.

 He was back to you in seconds, his hands gripping yours and bringing them over your head.

 “What are you doing?” you mumbled, as he began to fasten your wrists to his bedpost.

 “Punishing you.”

 Your body trembled at his words, a rush of arousal spreading through you.

 “Don’t look so excited baby,” he hummed; tightening the grip on your hands as he made sure it was perfect.

 You licked your lips as he looked back down at you, “Why?”

 “Because you’re not supposed to enjoy this,” his hand trailed over your cheek as his eyes dilated, “You’ve been very bad, talking about other men.”

 You hummed, relishing in the way his touch felt on your skin, “I didn’t mean to – to make you mad…”

 You bit your lip innocently as his hand cupped your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks together, “You didn’t think I would get mad at the thought of someone else fucking you?”

 An accidental moan flew out of you, you loved when he swore. The words sounded too crude and dirty coming from his pretty mouth.

 “Didn’t think you’d care,” you tilted your head, trying to see how far you could rile him up, angry Shawn was the best in bed, “We’re not exclusive.”

 He practically growled, his grip on your jaw tightening, “I don’t like sharing.”

 Your eyes practically rolled back as he pressed his lips to yours again, his hands traveling down to grip your hips as he pushed himself against you.

 The kiss was rougher than you were used to. More urgent and hasty, your teeth knocking against each other as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You shivered as his large digits slipped under your shirt, traveling up your stomach.

 You whined as you craved touching him, the fastens preventing you from doing so.

 Shawn’s chest rumbled against you as he took two handfuls of fabric from your top, and pulled, practically ripping your shirt in half – exposing your lace- covered chest.

 “Shawn!” You gasped, but he ignored you, not letting you separate your lips.

 His hands were quick to unclasp your strapless bra, throwing it off the bed in mere seconds. You trembled as his hands traveled over your chest, taking your boobs into his large hands and massaging lightly.

 You threw your head back as he began kissing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

 He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue traveling over the sensitive skin as your back arched off the bed. Your wrists were beginning to burn as you pulled further and further from the bedposts – trying to get as close to him as possible.

 “Shawn …” you said again, feeling him smirk against you as he continued his assault, licking and sucking until your tits were sore.

 “Please.” You wanted him lower. You wanted him to see how much he affected you, how much your body craved his.

 “Nu-uh sweetheart,” he shook his head as a mischievous smile formed, “No talking unless it’s my name.”

 Your eyes widened at his request but you nodded nonetheless, eager to see what he had planned next.

 His fingers wrapped around your hips, taking your skirt and pulling it down your legs, your bum lifting slightly as you helped him remove it.

 Your panties were the next to go, the cold room chilling your core as Shawn opened your legs, exposing your wetness to him.

 “Oh baby,” he moaned and soon he was lost in you.

 He started off slow, kisses traveling up and down your thighs as he gripped them to ensure you couldn’t close them.

 He knew how much you hated teasing, wanting to make this as painful for you as possible. You had to bit your lip to keep the frustration in.

 “Shawn!” You squeaked, as his flushed lips finally touched your sensitive bud. He kissed it a few times, before settling down, sucking on it lightly.

 Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure coursing through you.

 A sharp slap hit your inner thigh, your shocked gaze settling on the smirking man between your legs.

 “Eyes open sweetheart,” he demanded, “Want you to see who’s making you feel good.”

 You whined as his words, your wrists hurting again as you ached to touch him.

 He was back to teasing, not about to forgive you for your slip up. He ran his tongue over your slit, your legs twitching as he held them down tighter. He brought a hand up, his fingers separating your folds.

 “Such as pretty pussy,” he mumbled, leaning closer to kiss it again.

 But that wasn’t what you needed, “Fingers, please.”

 You felt him grumble against you as he slapped your thigh again, “What did I say, baby?”

 You didn’t get a chance to reply – his warm body separating from you again as he leaned over to the nightstand. You felt excitement rush through you, you knew what he was reaching to get.

 You smiled as he pulled out the small pink orb, the device he had bought you as a joke a few weeks ago.

 “You’ve been so naughty,” he tutted, coming back to you, situating himself between your thighs again, “What happened to my sweet girl?”

 You wanted to respond, wanted to tell him you were still his. Always his. But he had flipped the switch on the orb, pressing it to your bud, the vibrations spreading through you, making you unable to respond.

 “I think I haven’t punished you enough,” he smirked, winking at you as you tried to calm your breathing, still struggling against the restraints on your wrists.

 He bit his lip as he slowly pushed a finger into you, making you hiss as the pleasure increased.

 “I don’t think you deserve to cum yet,” he hummed, making your eyes widen as you moaned, “Shawn …”

 He shook his head, “I think three times should be enough.”

 You shook your head, your legs shaking as he added another finger, beginning to pump faster. You knew he meant to edge you three times, before finally letting you release. You wanted to cry, your mind hazy as you felt yourself near your high.

 You clenched around his fingers, ready to explode – when it stopped. You whined as he removed the orb and his fingers, bringing his digits up and slipping them into his mouth, sucking softly, “So fucking sweet.”

 You threw your head back, your chest rising as you sighed, trying to contain the anger pulsing through you.

 “Don’t be mad, sweetheart,” he bent over you, his hands coming up to lift your chin back up to him, forcing you to look at his teasing eyes, “You did this to yourself.”

 You pouted, not wanting to say anything in fear of upsetting him further. You weren’t usually an obedient person, but there was something about Shawn that made you submit to him, let him ravish you whole.

 He kissed you softly. His tongue traveled around you, exploring you until your head was spinning. You almost hated the effect he had over you.

 His fingers found your folds again as you moaned into his mouth. He slipped his digits back inside you as he began to pump, his other arm wrapping around your waist to bring you flush against his chest.

 “This pussy is mine. No one else’s.”

 You moaned as he continued, “Only I can touch you like this. Only I can fuck you until the only thing you know is my name, understand?”

 Your mind was so hazy from the pleasure that you could only nod, your body trembling as he quickened his pace.

 “I said do you understand, sweetheart?”

 “Y – yes,” you squeaked out, “I understand.”

 “Say it,” he growled, his grip on your waist tightening.

 “This pussy is yours. Only yours.”

 “Damn right.”

 His lips were back on yours, another heated kiss overtaking you as you melted into him. He had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

 You could feel the familiar sensation spread through you as you pulled tighter against his tie, wanting to wrap your fingers in his curls as you came.

 Shawn could sense that you were close, his fingers never slowing as he brought you closer to your release. You moaned his name loudly, your legs beginning to shake again as you pulled on the fabric around your wrists.

 Shawn’s thumb was on your clit, trying to rub it as his fingers continued their assault. You screamed, the edge so close and suddenly your hands snapped free. The tie ripping as your wrists broke from the restraints.

 Your eyes widened as his movements suddenly halted.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered as his narrowed eyes fell on you.

 “No, you’re not.”

 You bit your lip, knowing that he was right. But you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted this to happen. He could have tied it tighter if he wanted.

 “I’m not,” you nodded in agreement.

 He gripped your hips, flipping your body until you were face down on the bed. You squealed as he slapped your ass, lifting you so you were on your hands and knees before him.

 He bent over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he leaned toward your ear, “Then I’m going to have to fuck you until you are.”

 You shivered at his words, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you waited in anticipation.

 His movements were agonizingly slow, his chest separating from you as he straightened up behind you. You could hear him unzip his pants, the bustle behind you indicating that he had stripped as well. You wanted to turn around, wanted to see him in his naked glory. Wanted to touch him, but you knew he wouldn’t allow it, so you waited patiently.

 Everything was still for a moment, until you felt it.

 Your head fell back as you felt his cock sliding through your folds, teasing you slowly.

 “Shawnnn..” You whimpered, shaking your ass slightly as you heard him hiss behind you, grabbing your hips to steady you.

 “You need to learn some patience, baby.”

 You flinched as he slapped your ass, your body igniting as the slight pain spread through you. You wanted him. You wanted him bad.

 “Please fuck me,” you couldn’t stop yourself from begging, needing him inside you, “Please Shawn – need you. Need your thick cock.”

 You could feel his length twitch against your ass as you smirked, knowing how much he loved it when you spoke like this, “No one else can fuck me like you. Need you to come inside me. Please Sha – ”

 He didn’t let you finish, his cock slipping into you, filling you to the brim as you both released loud moans. He stayed still for a moment, his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly slid out – before slamming inside again.

 He set an agonizing pace, your head spinning as you tried to control your breathing.

 He slowly began to move faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he rammed into you – the satisfying sound making you groan.

 He slapped your ass again as your eyes shut, a single tear escaping from the overwhelming sensation.

 You fell onto your elbows as you stuck your butt out, unable to stabilize yourself with the immense pleasure.

 “Who’s making you feel this good?” He grunted as he began moving faster, his cock ramming into you at an ungodly speed.

 “Y – you are.”

 “Say my name.” He took a handful of your ass, kneading it in his grip, “Say it.”

 “Shawn!” You shouted, your voice hoarse from all the sounds you were making.

 He seemed to pick up the pace, one of his hands wrapping around to your front, latching to your sensitive bud as he quickly massaged it.

 “Shawn!” You repeated, your legs trembling as you felt yourself reach your climax.

 “That’s right, sweetheart,” his voice was tight, “Let the neighbors hear who’s fucking you this good.”

 You were a stuttering mess, unintelligible sounds leaving your lips.

 “You close baby?” He groaned, his fingers moving faster.

 You nodded, your head spinning as you felt his dick twitch inside you. You silently prayed he would let you come, your toes curling as you almost reached that point.

 “Come on then, baby,” his pace was relentless, never slowing, “Cum with me.”

 You fell apart at his words, your legs shaking as you screamed.

 The tightness of your cunt triggered his release, his cock squirting into you as he filled you with his seed.

 You were a panting mess as you both fell onto the sheets, your sweaty bodies entangled, his dick still inside you.

 You both lay still for a few moments until he separated from you, his cock sliding out, his juices dripping out of you.

 You whined at the feeling, suddenly feeling empty.

 He grabbed the towel he kept at his bedside, for moments like this, and slipped it between your legs, cleaning you out slowly.

 You hummed, your eyes closed as you relished in his gentle movements.

 He threw the towel into the hamper once he was done, his arms wrapping around your waist to turn you into him. You opened your eyes, smiling lazily – loving the flush on his face after he came.

 “I love the way you look after I’ve fucked you,” he whispered, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your forehead.

 You tensed up at this, he was never this caring after sex.

 “Y/n?” He mumbled after a few seconds, your eyes flashing back up to his. His confident persona from seconds ago had seemingly vanished, “Are you really seeing other people?”

 You bit your lip, your gaze traveling to his chest as you refused to meet his eyes, “No.”

 You felt his arms tighten around you as he released a breath, “Why did you lie?”

 You lightly traced his bicep as you tried to figure out the right way to phrase your words. Were you really about to tell him and ruin everything?

 “I – I don’t know.”

 “Yes, you do.”

 You exhaled, your mind racing a million miles a minute, “You were right. I was jealous.”

 You could feel him tense against you, “W – why?”

 You shrugged, “Because I’m an idiot.”

 “You’re not an idiot.”

 “Yes I am,” there was no turning back now, “I didn’t listen to you. I – I,” you inhaled, trying to collect your thoughts, “I tried so hard to listen. To accept that we were just doing this for fun. No feelings, you said. I – I fucked that up.”

 He was silent for a second, his voice shaky as he spoke, “You have feelings for me?”

 Yes, dumbass. You wanted to scream. You’re the epitome of perfection and if you can’t see how utterly in love with you I am then you need help.

 You nodded instead, your eyes getting watery as you wished you were anywhere else.

 “Please look at me, y/n.”

 You shook your head, biting your lip as you attempted to compose yourself.

 “Please, sweetheart.”

 Your heart clenched at the pet name. This was probably the last time you were to hear it.

 You obeyed, however, your gaze flickering up to yours, meeting his smiling face. Why was he smiling?

 “I said no feeling because I didn’t think there was any chance in hell that someone as perfect as you would ever want anything more than sex with me,” he exhaled a shaky breath, “I thought you would only ever see me as a brainless musician. A good fuck. I did it to protect myself.”

 “I soon realized how impossible that rule would become. I – I’m sorry for earlier and Tracy and not telling you sooner.”

 Your heart was pounding in your chest as you processed his words, your eyes wide and questioning as he nodded with a smile, “I have feelings for you too. Have for a while – probably since the beginning.”

 “Why – ” you swallowed, “Why didn’t you – ”

 He chuckled lightly, “I’m an idiot.”

 You rolled your eyes lightly, relishing in the look on his face as he watched you, “You’re not an idiot.”

 You giggled lightly as his expression, his lips capturing yours, effectively silencing you.

 You moaned into the kiss. It was slower than you were used to. So gentle, soft, like you were both exploring new territory.

 He pulled away after a few seconds, his forehead resting against yours as he gazed down at you softly, “Does this make me your idiot?”

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