Thanks to @milkmeharry for helping me write it!!
Now was possibly the worst time for you to be feeling this way, but you just couldn’t help it.
You’d been surrounded by friends for the past several hours after Shawn decided to throw a new year’s eve party for them all this year, and he had decided to wear those jeans. The ones that he’s fully aware you love and make you unable to focus on anything but him, and he’s got the top two buttons on his shirt popped open. And after you’d gotten a few drinks in your system, you were finding it harder and harder to restrain yourself in front of everyone.
You’re sitting at the bar in Shawn’s kitchen, and your friend Eve is making the two of you another gin and tonic. Your elbow rests on the counter and your chin on your fist while you watch him sitting in the living room. He and some of the guys are engrossed in the current game playing on the television, and every so often they erupt into loud cheers when someone makes a score.
Eve slides the gin and tonic over to you and you mutter a thank you as you instinctively reach for the glass. You haven’t taken your eyes off your boyfriend and that feeling in the pit of your stomach keeps getting tighter.
“You’re drooling,” Eve teases, and you glance at her. You take a sip of her drink, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. Somehow you feel it going straight down to where you need Shawn at the moment.
“Sorry,” you mumble, turning yourself away from Shawn. Eve comes from behind the bar and slides into the seat right next to you.
“I would tell you to go over there, but I doubt you’d be able to tear his attention away from that ball game,”
You look over at Shawn again as he lets out a laugh at something someone else said. He’s doing that thing he always does where he holds his stomach and his eyes crinkle a bit. It kills you and you need to at least be near him right now. At least have him touching you.
“I can at least try,” you say before pushing yourself off the bar stool.
You make your way to the living room, stumbling over your feet bit from deciding to down a fourth glass of alcohol. It is a party after all, but you never intended to get drunk. Tipsy maybe, but it’s also not your fault that Eve knows how to make a mean drink.
You plop down beside him, one hand immediately finding its way to his slightly unruled hair while you rest your her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, taking a second to kiss you sweetly.
“Hi,” you mumble back against his lips. You take his hand in your own and start absentmindedly playing with his rings. His focus is on the game again, having decided he could only spare a moment of his attention for you.
He does start to lightly scratch his fingertips up and down your back, and you smile knowing he does stuff like this sometimes. Whenever he’s talking to someone or something else has captured his attention, he’ll do something to let you know that he knows you’re still there with him.
You shift yourself, nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck and your head swirls as you breathe him in. He smells heavenly–despite the alcohol on his breath–and you swear that the room full of people is the only thing stopping you from mounting him right here and now. A few giggles escape past your lips as you plants several kisses to the side of his neck. You nip gently at the skin, taking the liberty of creating a few hickeys.
Shawn hisses softly, his body leaning into your touch. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you say playfully as you licks over the forming bruise. Your hand drops down to his leg, your fingers drawing random shapes on the fabric of his jeans before you slowly start to drag your hand up his thigh. It’s innocent at first. You only want to get a reaction out of him. Get him to spare a little more time for you. But as you move closer and closer to the line of his underwear you start to realize how badly you really want him.
He snakes an arm around your legs, bringing them across his lap. His grip on your waist tightens as he brings his lips down to your ear.
“Not now,” he whispers, grabbing your wrist and planting a kiss on your temple. You sigh but continues to cling onto him as the ball game draws to an end. You have to admit you’re a little surprised he’s not giving into you after the drinks he’s had, but you like a challenge.
“I need you,” you whine, hiccuping a little. You giggle and attach your lips to his neck once more. His grip on your wrist has loosened so you wiggle it free and slide your hand down to reach for his belt.
You hear him groan. “You wanna take me right here, right now?” He asks under his breath so your friends can’t hear. “In front of everyone?”
He’s smirking at you a bit now, and you roll your eyes, playfully pushing his arm. “Let’s take this to your room.”
Shawn shakes his head. “Can’t,” he says, “Game’s almost over and we’re gonna watch the countdown.”
Another round of cheering breaks out behind them and someone announces that it’s the end of the game. Shawn raises his beer bottle to join the celebration with the rest of their friends and you nearly fall off of him when he decides to stand.
You huff, folding your arms across your body. You’re about to stalk off when he winds one of his fingers through one of your belt loops and pulls you back into him. His chest is flush against your back and you can tell that you’ve gotten him a little hard when you feel something poking her butt.
“Just a bit longer baby, I promise,” he slurs against the spot underneath your jaw that gets your knees to buckle. “Then I’m all yours.”
“Can’t wait,” you murmur. “Need you now.”
You’re starting to get desperate. The wetness in your pants is growing the longer he’s got his hands on you, and you wishes everyone would leave so he could take you however he’d like. When you’re like this, all you really need is for Shawn to take care of you. You need him on her or inside her–you don’t care. You simply need him.
His hands drop from your hips and he leaves to get another drink. When he returns from the kitchen again he pulls you down beside him on the couch. You swing one leg over both of his to straddle him, and when he starts to laugh at you, you kiss him deeply.
He moans into your mouth and thankfully the tv is playing loud enough that only you hear it. His hand travels down to your ass to give it a squeeze as he tugs gently at your bottom lip. You jump, your face flushing while you hope nobody is seeing what’s going on between you.
“You two need to get a room,” Eve scorns from where she sits on the arm of the couch, throwing a few pieces of popcorn at them.
You throw them back at her before Shawn ushers you up. He pinches the sides of your waist as he leads you back to his bedroom, trying his best not to draw any attention to the two of you while you swat his hands away.
“You’re not going to stay to watch the ball drop? There’s only minutes left,” someone asks when Shawn stumbles over you just as you’re about to make it to his room.
“We’ll be right back. We uh…we left something in my room. So we’re going to go….get it….” Shawn lies, licking his lips before giving them an unconvincing smile.
You tug on his arm, pulling him away from everyone else and into his bedroom and he almost trips over you again. As soon as the door is shut you’re all over him like before. Your hands glide underneath his shirt, your fingertips dancing over his torso while you work to peel his shirt off of him.
You move over to the bed, falling down onto his lap. Your top comes off next and Shawn immediately falls against your chest. Your fingers lock themselves in his curls while you grind against his hips and he fumbles with your bra.
“Can’t get this damn thing off,” he mutters and you help him get it off, throwing it to an opposite corner of the room. His hands settle back down on your hips, guiding you as you roll against him.
You hear people begin to countdown outside, but you can hardly register any of it now.
“Wanna taste you,” he says, and you gasp when he flips the two of you over. You lift your hips, helping him relieve you of your jeans and he moans when he gets a good look at you in your underwear.
You bite your lip, shivering as his fingers trail up your thighs–just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin. He rubs circles on them, spreading them apart to rest his head between them and where you’re aching for him. You whimper as he hooks onto your underwear, pulling them down agonizingly slow.
“Look at you, love,” Shawn taunts, licking your lips and purposefully avoiding where you need him the most. “You’re dripping for me. You properly soaked through your panties.”
“Shawn,” you whine as he continues his torment.
“So pretty,” he says, his eyes flickering up to yours for a moment. You hold back another whimper at the sight of him. The way he looks with his face buried between your thighs is your favorite image. It almost makes you want to cum on the spot.
His hot breath breath fans over your center before he gives it a lick, his tongue swirling over your clit.
You gasp, a moan following soon after. Your hips buck up to his face and his hand splays across your stomach, pushing you back down to the bed. You grind against his face, your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper inside you.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he groans, sending vibrations through your entire body.
Her eyes flutter shut as she sinks her head further into the pillow. “It…it…”
He slides a finger inside you, causing your back to arch off the bed. The corner of his lips quirk as he pumps in and out of you, waiting for your response. The way he’s hitting the spot inside you that makes you unravel and the way he’s got his mouth wrapped around your bundle of nerves is sinful, and you’re mere seconds away from coming undone.
“Taste amazing, angel. That’s it,” he encourages as you throw your legs around his shoulders. You’re writhing beneath him, shuddering every time he sinks into you.
“Please,” you beg, “I’m gonna cum.”
He picks up his pace, and you clench. You’re close to the edge, your orgasm threatening to make you spill all over him.
“Cum for me then,” he groans, and that’s all you need to fall apart
He holds your legs apart when you try to close them as your orgasm washes over you. You’re trembling helplessly as you coat his chin in your cum. He smirks at you, licking every bit of it up before crawling up your body to your face.
He leans down to kiss you and you taste yourself all over him. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip when he pulls away from you. He wipes the corner of his chin with his thumb, slipping it between your teeth.
One last cheer and applause can be heard from the rest of the house as the countdown ends and everyone shouts ‘happy new year!’
Shawn lies down beside you, rolling over so some of his weight rests on you. He presses a kiss to your nose, letting a few giggles slip out.
“Happy new year, baby,” he whispers.
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