Feeling a little tired after last night's emotional rollercoaster, you decided it would be best to have a hot shower and get ready for bed. You even planned on doing a face mask, maybe reading some of your book.

The guys went out to do some grocery shopping, and as far as you knew, Shawn was in the basement working on some riffs.

Slipping out of your clothes and into your robe, you tiptoed down the hall and into the washroom. You flicked on the fan and shut the door, not bothering to lock it because none of the boys who used this washroom were home.

You hung your robe on the back of the door and quickly hopped into the shower, sliding the curtain down the rack to enclose yourself in the tub. You turned on the water and shampooed first so you could soap up and shave your legs.

You closed your eyes and rinsed your hair out, humming the melody of something you'd heard Shawn playing earlier. He truly was always in the back of your mind, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Slathering your hair with conditioner and soaking your body, you quickly shaved and proceeded to wash yourself, completely lost in your thoughts and hums of what had now turned into Sara by Fleetwood Mac. You stood facing the shower head and let yourself soak in the water, steam encompassing you as you finally relaxed.

Suddenly, you were pulled out of your trance at the feeling of a massive hand shaking around your middle, Shawn's breath hot on your neck as he spoke, "Don't worry, it's just me."

You felt yourself get even hotter than before, realizing that Shawn had heard you humming, got into the shower with your nude self, and was most definitely butt-naked behind you. With you, for you. Home alone, you and Shawn. Your mind ran wild.

You turned around, making sure to keep eye contact in an attempt to control yourself. After the kiss you had shared with him this morning, you really couldn't get enough.

"Hi," he smiled, staring into your eyes as his forehead made contact with yours.

"Hi," you giggled, arms coming up and resting on the back of his neck. His hands ghosted over your sides, reaching for your bum as he gave you a gentle squeeze.

He leaned down a bit and gave you a peck, quickly pulling away. Your fingers slipped into his now-damp curls, pulling his face back to yours as you kissed him, hard. He pushed his body flush against yours as you licked into his mouth, a moan escaping you as his lips curled into a smile against yours.

The shower only seemed to get hotter as his hands began roaming your body, pulling you close and rubbing your sides and then cupping your breasts. You felt his hardened length between your bodies, flipped upward against his lower abdomen. Your hands moved from his hair to his broad shoulders, slipping down his arms and moving to his sides, eventually taking purchase on his abs. The closer you inched to his length, the harder he kissed, and you knew he was totally fucked for you. Your hand finally wrapped itself around his member, massaging the head as he roughly grabbed your ass, taking your lower lip between his teeth.

Without warning, you broke the kiss and dropped to your knees, allowing for the water to completely run over yourself as you kneeled in front of Shawn's rock-hard cock.

Looking up at him, you noticed how his wet curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks were dusted with a deep blush. The water dripped down his face and chest as he breathed heavily, mouth hanging open as he was dying to know your next move.

Parting your lips, you licked the underside of his shaft, causing him to close his eyes and throw his head back. Without warning, you took his tip into your mouth, hands gripping his thighs as you swirled your tongue around the pink head.

"Oh my god," he mumbled, lowering his face to look down at you. He loved this, seeing you on your knees for him. His hands tangled themselves into your hair as you got a little closer, taking more of him into your mouth.

His skin tasted sweet against your tongue as you moved your lips along his length, accepting more of him into your mouth with each bob of your head.

"Fuck, baby, look at your pretty little mouth takin' all of me like that," he panted, unable to help but thrust forward against you.

His tip hit the back of your throat and you pulled away a little, bringing your hand to the base of his cock to gain more control. Humming against his shaft, he moaned louder than before, reaching into your hair with his other hand.

Before you could bring your fingers to cup his balls, he pulled away from you, dropping to his knees and crashing his lips against yours. His hand was in your hair, pulling your face closer as his tongue danced in your mouth. Moving away and smiling, he said, "Stand up."

You instantly got up and his hands found your thighs, rubbing them softly as he planted kisses from your knees up to your hips.

"Open up, baby," he said, squeezing your legs as his tongue made contact with your heated core. You placed your foot on the edge of the tub to give him better access as his tongue licked into you, his nose bumping against your clit as you steadied yourself with a hand on the tile wall.

Lost in the magic his tongue was working, your free hand tangled in his curls and pulled his face into your heat as you moaned out in pleasure, not holding back because no one was home.

His tongue got more aggressive as his strong hands dug into your skin, Shawn lapping at you uncontrollably. Your legs began to shake at the pleasure along with your imbalance in your stance as he removed a hand from your thigh, only to insert two long fingers into your dripping centre.

His lips encircled your ball of nerves, tugging at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you, causing you to unravel. His fingers kept fucking you as his tongue slowed down and his free hand steadied you through your orgasm.

He stood up to meet you, the shower water turning from hot to warm as it trickled over your skin.

"Was that okay?" Shawn said against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"Oh my god, Shawn," was all you could say, smiling and shaking your head at the question. Was he kidding? It was fucking amazing.

"Did I wear you out, love?" he asked, a smile rising in his cheeks.

"Not quite," you responded as you turned around, pressing your ass against his throbbing member. Bending over, you placed your hands on the tile wall and turned to look back at Shawn, asking, "You gonna fuck me, baby?"

Instantly, his chest was in contact with your back as he kissed along your shoulder, breath heavy against your skin. You could feel the excitement radiating off him as his tongue swept over the back of your neck, his tattooed hand ghosting over the small of your back and then down to your ass. "You sure you can handle it, baby?" he teased.

"Try me," you challenged, bracing yourself for what was to come.

He gripped the base of his cock, aligning it with your core and pushing into you. He filled you out so well and you moaned in response, pushing your ass against his hips so he could bottom out.

A low groan escaped his throat as his hand snaked around your stomach, pulling you flush against him. You were too wet for the shower water to interrupt your rhythm, and Shawn began rocking his hips into you relentlessly. You cried out in great volume with each thrust and he did the same, both of you with your eyes closed tightly.

His strong frame had you locked in place as he fucked you from behind, moaning and groaning and everything in between. His lips found the side of your neck and began sucking on your skin, overwhelming you with sensations. Your right hand left the wall and reached backward for his hip, holding him against you.

"You alright?" he panted into your ear, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, yeah Shawn, I'm good. I just wanna feel you against me for a sec," you said, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of his soft skin against yours and his bare cock inside of you. His lips planted a kiss on your cheek and he smiled against your skin, moving slightly to lightly bite at your earlobe.

Lost in the moment, you didn't hear the frantic knocking until you felt Shawn tense up against you.

"Hey, hurry up in there!" Brian yelled, giving the door a little bang with his fist from the hall. Fuck. They're home?! Did they know Shawn was home?! Did they know Shawn was with you?! Did they know Shawn was fucking you?!

You felt Shawn's chest shake a little, and you turned your head to catch him laughing as he kissed as your cheek.

"It's not funny, Shawn!" you said ever-so-quietly.

"It's fine, babe, we just have to be quiet, okay? I'll have to make you whisper-scream my name instead," he smirked, beginning to move in and out of you again.

You threw your head back at the return of the pleasure, releasing a little moan from the back of your throat.

His thrusts got faster as he lightly bit down on your shoulder, keeping himself from crying out at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.

"I'm so close," he whispered in your ear, "I need you to come for me, can you do that, love?"

You nodded, eyes squeezed shut as you relished in the feeling of his throbbing cock fucking into you. His hand left your middle and found your clit, rubbing little circles right next to it to edge you closer.

His hips sped up as his finger moved directly onto your clit, exploring it every-which-way. You pushed your ass against him, deepening his thrusts as he bit down on your shoulder again, swallowing his cries as he released inside of you. You were soon to follow, shuddering against him as you came undone beneath his touch.

He pulled out of you and you turned around, looking at his wet hair and rosy cheeks and the lazy smile stretched across his face. He leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips before hopping out of the shower and rapidly drying himself off. You rinsed yourself and followed, shutting down the shower and putting your robe back on.

"How do you wanna do this?" Shawn whispered, tilting his head toward the door.

"I don't know," you said, thinking about the consequences of getting caught sleeping with Shawn. You liked keeping it a secret, one only the two of you knew. You weren't ready for all the questions.

"I mean, I can go to my room and check to see who's up here, and then come back pretending to grab something and sneak you past Brian's door," you said.

"Okay, just, like, be quick," Shawn replied. You reached for the door knob as he stopped you, planting one last kiss on your forehead. "Okay, now you can go," he said, absolutely beaming at you.

You darted out of the bathroom, relieved to find that no one else was upstairs. Retrieving Shawn, you pulled him into your bedroom and closed the door.

He stood beside your bed in his towel, neck and cheeks reddened as a result of what you had just done in the shower. His v-line was sharp and his abs were chiseled, and you felt yourself getting hot and bothered all over again.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"Umm, I don't think you're going downstairs any time soon, so it looks like we're having a sleepover," you smirked, taking a step closer to him and pushing his towel to the floor.