Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Five

You wake to a soft thud followed by a hushed 'fuck' and look up to see Shawn pulling his pants up his legs. Sitting up, you brush your hair back a bit and stare at him, confused. He continues to pull clothing back onto his body but jumps when you speak, "What are you doing?"
His head whips around to look at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He goes to speak but you cut him off, standing from the bed, holding the white sheet covering your naked body, "Were you about to leave?"
You step closer to him and he looks down at you, a small frown on his face. "Yeah." He breathes out, eyes avoiding looking at you, knowing that what he was caught doing was wrong.
You laugh sarcastically and rub the sleep from your eye, "So I was right, huh?" You ask maliciously, you were hurt that he would leave so abruptly.. "Everything you said last night, everything we did. It meant nothing?"
He drops the shirt in his hand, letting it fall to the ground before walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your figure into him. "No honey, I meant every last word."
You tilt your head back, and he leans his down, nose touching yours. "Then why are you leaving Shawn?"
He sighs and picks you up, a small breath falling from your lips out of shock. He lays you on the bed, sheet covering most of your body and he lays on top of you, legs slotted between your open ones, and forearms resting beside your waist. He looks up at you sheepishly and says, "I'm not used to this."
At this point you aren't sure whether to be mad or just upset that he felt the need to have to leave. Your brows furrow and you reach out to tug gently at a curl falling in his eyes. "Not used to what?"
He takes a breath and wedges his hands underneath your back, pulling your body into him. "I'm not used to the whole morning after thing."
You look at him wide eyed and he leans up to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "I always did one night stands, so I thought it would be easier for me to just sneak out then have to figure out what to do with you this morning."
You roll your eyes, a bit of anger growing inside you over the fact that he was just going to up and leave because he thought it's be awkward. "So you were just going to leave me here to wake up by myself and think that what we did meant nothing to you?"
He cringes a bit and a guilty look crossing his face, "It sounds really bad when you say it like that."
"I'm not trying to make it seem bad, that's how it is Shawn." You huff, and try to wiggle from his grasp.
His eyes widen at your sudden movements and he begins to whine, pulling you back into him and tucking his face into your neck. "Im sorry, honey. I didn't mean to upset you."
You chuckle a bit, deciding to let it go and run a hand through his hair. "Just be happy I caught you before you snuck out, because if you had gotten out before I noticed and I woke up alone... let's just say that it wouldn't have ended well for you."
He hums into your skin, mouth nipping here and there, admiring the bruises he had left over the past two nights. You continue running your hand through his hair, comfortable silence washing over the both of you. The sunlight illuminates his bare back and you watch as his muscles ripple beneath his skin with every move he makes. A content sigh leaves your mouth and his head pops up so he can look at you. You take this as your chance to gently push his shoulder back and roll him over, before you climb on top of him, laying on him.
You stare at his neck which has barely the amount of bruises that yours does and decide to change that. Your tongue pokes out from between your lips and licks a small path up the center of his throat, he swallows thickly, and his hands come to grab at your bare ass. You begin to suck harshly at one spot near the bottom of his jaw and he lets out a small moan, "What you doin' baby?"
"You, hopefully." You retort cheekily, continuing to go at his neck.
Your comment makes a low growl escape his lips, neck rumbling a bit under your touch. You are quick to place your hands over his bare chest to use the space as leverage to push yourself up, your naked body straddling him. He groans, staring at you while you look down at him lip between your teeth, "How do you want me?"
His eyes almost pop out of his head and he begins to stutter violently, hands awkwardly grabbing at your sides. He was a bit caught off guard considering that just moments prior you were laying into him, but of course he doesn't seem to mind your suggestion. "You can't just, just look like that and ask me, how I want you!"
You roll your hips into him, a loud moan escaping him as he throws his head back, "Why can't I?"
He looks back up at you in awe and you sit there, allowing him to drink all of you in, but not moving at all, not until he answers you. He gets a bit frustrated when you aren't moving your hips along with his hands that are pushing at them and you tsk at him. "Just move!" He whines, hips bucking up.
You grab his hands and hold them in yours, halting his movements, "I said," You state firmly, watching the boy beneath you struggle a bit. "Tell me how you want it, and stop whining."
He stares at you, wordless. You wait a moment allowing him to reply, but he doesn't. You release his hands from your grip and begin to unbuckle his belt. "Fine, if you're not going to tell me how you want it, then i'm in charge."
He begins to sit up, stumbling over his words. "No way, i'm in charge. I'm always in charge."
You roll your eyes, "Exactly, so it's my turn now." You move a bit, hand reaching out to grab him by the throat and push him back down onto the bed, he stares at you wide eyed, a slight moan leaving his lips due to the pressure of your hand. You feel him harden beneath you and you smirk at him. "Don't move."
He hisses when you brush over his hardened length, hips bucking into your hand as you pull his pants down his legs. You climb back on top of him, the only thing keeping your core from touching him directly being his boxers. You run your hands up his chest and towards his neck, placing them on each of his shoulders. His hands go to hold your sides, eyes watching you curiously. You quickly grab his hands, removing them from your sides and pin them up over his head. The way you're now leaning causing your breasts to fall right above his face. A strangled moan escapes him as you talk, "Don't touch me."
He smirks, hips rutting up to brush against your soaked core. He's testing the waters. "Or what?"
"Don't test me." You mumble, letting go of his hands and sitting yourself back onto his covered member. You slowly brush yourself against him, sliding back and forth, the friction causing your clit to go into a frenzy. He watches you intently, before deciding to be a cheeky bastard and grab at your thighs, pulling you harder onto him.
Without hesitating, you reach over him and grab what he assumed would be a condom, but was really his belt from the jeans you had previously took off of him and grab his hands securing them to the head board. His face is now flushed with anger, he tugs at the restraints. "Untie me. Now."
You laugh lightly, and smooth one finger down his happy trail, stopping at the waistband of his boxers before looking up at him through your lashes. "I don't feel like it."
A sound of displeasure roars in his chest as you get off of him and work on pulling his underwear down his legs. He's hard, and leaking precum, his tip an angry red. Gently, you trace your finger along the side of him and watch as he struggles against the restraints when you reach the divit it the head of his cock. "I swear to fucking god y/n, if you don't let me go-" He begins, hips bucking into your hand.
"You'll what Shawn?" You taunt, cocking your head to the side and smiling at him. "Doesn't seem like you're going very far, huh?"
His eyes darken, anger and lust clouding the beautiful honey orbs. An idea pops into your mind and you jump off of the bed and quickly make your way over to your closet sliding a piece of clothing over your body. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." Shawn whispers, staring at you in awe as you make your way back to the bed. "Take the fuckin' jersey off if you're not gonna let me touch you damn it."
He watches hungrily as you settle yourself between his thighs, hand running up his thigh, left hand going to grab the base of him. He hisses at the contact and you can feel his eyes burning into you. Slowly, you rub your right thumb over just the head of his cock. You keep a slow pace, left hand gripping his base as he squirms beneath you. "Baby, fuck please stop."
You loved the way he resisted your touch in such a sensitive spot, "Wanna hear you beg for it."
He continues to fight against your torturous movements and chokes out a half comprehensible sentence. "Please, honey please too sensitive, need you bad."

You stop your movements all together before climbing back on top of him. Wasting no time, you grab a condom from your bedside table, rolling it over his throbbing member before lining him up with your entrance, and sinking all the way down onto him. You would have continued teasing him had it not been for the dull ache between your thighs. His moan is unearthly, a sound that you swear was made by a god. His abs contract hard, your hands going to rest right over his navel as you move.
Your thrusts are incredibly slow, and he is quick to pick up on this, hands yanking at the headboard as he pleads for you to move faster. You hum in content, the jersey rubbing your nipples as you move causing an amazing sensation. You mumble a reply to his begging for you to speed up, "Feels so good like this, don't wanna speed up."
The combination of your moans and small praises directed at him along with the jersey hanging from your petite frame has him moaning like crazy within minutes. He surprisingly sits there a couple moments longer allowing you to continue to move how you please, before getting fed up and wildly buck his hips up  into you.
You pause your own movements all together and reach up to wrap a hand around his throat, no pressure was being added, just a loose hand laying there for emphasis. He stops his hips and looks at you in shock, waiting for you to squeeze, but you don't, knowing that he would enjoy it if you did. Rather you come up with a little threat. "If you don't stay still, I will make myself cum while on top of you, but not let you cum."
Shawn doesn't know what to do with himself at this point, he's lost between fighting the restraints or letting you take over, along with letting himself cum or watching you use him, solely for your own pleasure. The idea is erotic in so many different ways, and he almost wants to piss you off once again to see you use him.
He gulps, nodding softly, allowing you to take back over and you do so, happily. You keep up your slow pace, knowing its slow enough to be classified as almost painful for Shawn. A couple moments in, Shawn speaks up, his words shocking you. "Look at my girl, takin' my cock so fucking well." He grunts, chest heaving as he tries to keep still. "Look so fucking pretty taking all of me, yeah? Pussy fuckin' made for me."
His words cause your pace to falter, speed increasing a bit. You let out a moan at his words, and he smirks up at you, knowing he's found your weakness. Dirty Talk."Just like that." He moans, hand jerking at the belt. "Want you to cum all over my cock, need you dripping down your thighs for me, can you do that baby?"
You whine, grinding onto him harder and faster, nodding at him. Your head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes squinted shut, mouth open. "Gonna rub that pretty little pussy for me while you're riding my cock?" He asks through a groan.
You glance down at him to see a smirk on his face, knowing that even tied up, he can control your body in ways you never knew he could. You bring a hand down to your clit and rub it at the same pace your bouncing onto Shawn. You can tell he is trying incredibly hard not to pound his hips into you, his hands gripping the belt, nails digging into it. "So fucking wrecked for me," He whispers, staring at your covered breasts as they bounce beneath the jersey.
"Gonna cum for me baby?  Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?" "Yes." You breath out shakily, hand rubbing harder at your clit and hips now moving at full speed against Shawn.
"So close." You clench around him, whimpering as you explode. The way you're gripping at him through your orgasm throws him over the edge, loud moans escaping his lips, head thrown back and chest rising and falling rapidly.
You collapse on top of him and he reaches down to rub your back. You look up at him, confused as to how he had gotten out of the restraints and he smirks devilishly at you, "Got out of your little trap somewhere between you putting on the jersey and making your way back over, wanted to let you continue, see what you were up to."
You scoff at him, disbelief flooding your features, "You're a fucking dick."
Within the next hour, you and Shawn had successfully cleaned up enough to be able to go out in public, which lead to your breakfast date. Shawn threw on his clothes from the night prior and told you to dress casual seeing as he wanted to take you out for breakfast.
Walking out of the dorm, Shawn reached over to you and grabbed your hand, avoiding looking down at you as you smiled up at him, his cheeks flushing. You made casual conversation in his Jeep on the way to the restaurant, his hand nestled between your thighs. He was being the perfect gentleman, opening doors for you, helping you in and out of the car, a total contrast to the Shawn you were riding the life out of just an hour prior.
"M'lady." He smiles, holding open the restaurant door for you to enter.
"Why thank you." You giggle, reaching for his hand to hold. He walks you over to the front desk and asks for a table, the server telling him it would be just a moment.
"What are you going to order?" He asks, looking down at you excitedly. You laugh at his childish behavior,
"Probably banana pancakes, what about you?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes." He replies, smiling down at you. His eyes soften, scanning over you and he gently speaks, "You're so gorgeous, my god."

You shove him a bit, blush rising on your face "Shut up, oh my god." He laughs loudly, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and leaning down to kiss you gently.
You pull away from the kiss, holding his face in your hands you say, "Wow, you're so pretty." It's now his turn to blush as you laugh at his embarrassed state. A hand taps on your shoulder and you turn quickly, coming face to face with one of the last people you wanted to see.
"What are you doing with him?" They ask, face clearly judging you and staring down Shawn.
Your face falls and your light, happy mood is gone, "Brian."