You were absolutely fucked for him, and both of you knew it. He decided to wear your favourite shirt of his with only two of the buttons done up, revealing his chest and lower abdomen. He was driving you crazy on purpose.

You watched him close the show from the side of the stage, carefully noting the way he was gripping the microphone, feeling the stand, and dripping in sweat. The vein in his neck was exposed and you couldn't wait to leave your mark on it, letting the world know he's yours.

He kept stealing glances at you, losing himself in the lyrics of the song as he stared at you from the corner of his eye. He was so fucking sexy and you were already mentally undressing him.

He said his thank-yous to the crowd and headed back to his dressing room, where his excitement was radiating through the air. He had just turned the guys down for drinks, and you knew it was because the only thing he would be tasting tonight was you.

You sat in the car from the Air Canada Centre to Shawn's condo in silence, air thickening between the two of you. Shawn's right hand inching up your thigh as he pulled into the underground parking was enough to almost throw you over the edge.

You leaned over in your seat to kiss Shawn's cheek as he turned the Jeep off, him releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You moved down his neck and to his ear, taking the lobe in your mouth and giving it a soft bite. Inching your hand up his leg, you whispered, "ready to take me to bed, baby?" and just like that, he was out of the car, approaching your door, and letting you out. It was the fastest you'd ever seen him move.

Taking the elevator to the sixth floor, Shawn held your hand as he peppered kisses along your jaw. He never hesitated to be loving with you, even when he was about to fuck you into oblivion. Approaching his front door, he fumbled with the key while you tried to keep your hand locked in his. The door opened and he went in, pulling you with him and closing the door behind the two of you only to push you up against it.

He kissed along your jaw as he removed your jacket, asking, "did you enjoy the show, love?" in between wet kisses.

You could barely hum "mmhm" in response as you were stifling back a moan, just waiting for him to love on you.

He took a step back, staring you down for a second. You couldn't help but notice his rosy cheeks, the way one curl hung on the right side of his forehead, and the growing bulge in his black skinny jeans.

"You're coming with me," he exhaled in a low tone, grabbing you by the hips and guiding you into his bedroom. It wasn't long before your shirt was over your head and thrown somewhere in the room and he was all lips, all over.

His hot kisses left stings on your body as the electricity transferred from his mouth to your skin while you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, moving onto his belt buckle once his upper-half was bare.

Before you could even register it, your pants were pulled off, socks too, and he was over you, breath hot down your neck, both of you in your underwear.

This was his favourite part—undressing you and slowly causing you to unravel. He really liked to take his time stripping you of your undergarments, taking in the appearance that was ever-so-perfect in his eyes.

"So fucking beautiful," he mumbled under his breath as he pulled your bralette over your head, your skin burning hot from the sudden self-consciousness and the heat of the moment.

Taking your right nipple in his mouth, he looked up at you, almost angelically. It wasn't until you released a needy moan that he slipped out of his trance, tracing his long fingers down your body and teasing the seam of your panties.

"Please, Shawn." you begged as he moved back up your body, leaving little red marks all down your neck while rubbing your soaked core through the thin fabric.

"Please what, baby?" he questioned, giggling. He knew you hated the teasing when you were already so ready, so fucked for him. You needed him, needed his rock-hard cock to fill you.

"Baby, I can't. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please." You whimpered into his brown curls, praying he would forget the foreplay for once and just get down to business.

"Okay, baby. I'll fuck you, alright." He said with a smirk, hooking his long fingers in the side of your panties and pulling them down your legs in one swift motion. Soon after, his briefs were on the floor and his length slapped his stomach. You were aching for him, dripping and throbbing for relief.

He kept the teasing to a minimum, only briefly rubbing the head of his cock along your wet folds, unable to help letting out a moan at the contact. "Please, baby." was all you could get out before he grabbed your hips, slowly pushing into you. Filling you completely, he rested there for a second until you gave a little nod, granting permission to begin moving. Gripping your sides, he began rolling his hips, slamming his cock into you.

You could feel him inside of you, moving along the ridges of your core and giving you that electric feeling deep inside the pit of your stomach. He leaned down, resting on you, moaning and grunting into your neck as he thrusted into your lower half.

He was getting faster, harder, and rougher, and still, it wasn't enough.

"Baby?" you asked, causing him to come to a halt.

"Yes, love? Are you okay? We can stop, if you wa-"

"No, Shawn. No, I want you to fuck me. Harder, babe. I need you to choke me."

He looked at you with confusion, suddenly blossoming into excitement. Without a word, he straightened up, bringing his right hand to your neck and applying a little pressure. As you released a moan, he began moving again, filling the room with the sounds of slapping skin and heavy breathing.

He was pursing his lips and closing his eyes, and you knew this meant he was trying not to come right then and there. You brought your hand down to your clit, toying with yourself just enough to light that fire in your abdomen, preparing you to come undone.

"Babe, I'm gonna-" was all he could get out before you felt the throbbing inside of you, pushing you over the edge. Your names rolled off of each other's lips as you rode out your highs, Shawn finally collapsing on top of you.

After your breathing was back to normal, Shawn shifted, pulling out of you. Leaning up, he kissed the tip of your nose, bashfully beaming at you with his tired eyes and rosy cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped.

"What is it, Shawn?"

"Next time, I'm tying you up."