Shawn's hand slid up your thigh as his tongue snaked into your mouth, deepening the kiss and heating up the air around you. You'd slept together for the first time a few weeks ago, and though it had been lovely, it was all pretty vanilla for your liking. Shawn was loving and sweet and definitely knew how to satisfy you, but you were dying to know more. His kinks were of great interest, and you made it your goal to break down his true self between the sheets.

You pushed up on your knees and climbed onto his lap, smirking at the feeling of his strong hands ghosting beneath your skirt and kneading your thighs. Your fingers found his thick curls as you pulled his head against yours, kissing him harder and more passionately. Heat was pulsing between your spread thighs as you felt his firm bulge pressing against your clothed core, a moan slipping from his mouth as you rolled your hips and gave his lower lip a tug.

"Fuck," he muttered, a soft groan quickly swallowed by your hungry mouth as you thirsted for more of him. His restless hands made their way further up your thighs, teasing the sides of your panties with his calloused fingers.

The cool room was heating up as sounds of wet lips and muffled moans flooded your ears, echoing in your brain and urging you to keep going. You were desperate to break him, to find what made him tick, and consequences be damned if it took all night.

Your hands travelled down his neck and rested on his biceps, giving them a rough squeeze as you rolled your hips against him.

"Shawn," you groaned, bucking yourself forward as his warm palms rubbed up and down your soft thighs.

"Mm?" he hummed as his lips attached themselves to your neck, nipping and suckling at your exposed collarbone like it was something to be devoured.

"N-need you," you breathed, throwing your head back at the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around your skin, "need you to show me."

He chuckled against your neck and you could feel his teeth on your skin as he smiled.

"Show you what?" he mumbled, reaching behind you beneath your skirt and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

"T-that," you breathed, "show me that. Show me how you want me."

He pulled away, resting his head against the back of the couch. A darkness flooded his eyes with lust as he observed you through hooded lids, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his swollen pout.

"H-how I—want you?" he stuttered, running his fingers over your legs as your eyes fell shut.

"Yes Shawn," you pleaded, "do what you want. Show me what you like, how you like it. Let me please you," you breathed, opening your eyes to find his face very close to yours.

"Mm, how do I want you?" he wondered out loud, snaking his fingers around the insides of your thighs and running them over the hem of your panties. "For starters, I want you wet for me," he breathed, staring into your eyes as he pulled your panties to one side and dipped a finger between your slick folds.

You moaned in response, bucking your hips into his hand as a sly grin creeped up his cheeks.

"Like that, babe? You want me to touch you?" he cooed, sinking his middle finger into your entrance as he spread your wetness to your clit with his thumb. You squirmed on top of him, keening in response his touch as he absorbed your features, completely in awe of you.

"Y-yes," you muttered, you mouth falling agape as his thumb began to draw small, concentrated circles on your swollen bundle of nerves.

"Fuckin' soaked for me," he smirked, and you gasped at his words. Never had you heard him speak with such a filthy mouth, and it made your mind run wild.

"Always wet for you," you spoke back, resting your forehead against his as he sunk another finger into your heat.

"So tight, too," he whispered, his breath hot on your lips. "Need to get you ready for my thick cock."

That was it. You needed more of this.

"Shawn, fuck," you whimpered, pushing down on his fingers to force him deeper inside of your heat. "Need you to fuck me."

"You sure, princess?" he asked, his tone almost condescending. "You really think you can handle it?" he whispered, meeting your gaze as his strong hand came down on your thigh, hard.

You gulped, squeezing his biceps harder than ever as his fingers moved freely inside of you. "Y-yes," you nodded, burying your face in his neck and scattering wet kisses along his jaw.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, rubbing your thigh. "How do you expect me to take control when I'm so weak for you?" he smiled, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Come on, Mendes," you grinned against his skin, "I want you to have your way with me."

He let out a shaky breath, squeezing your hip with his right hand to prompt you off of his fingers. You groaned at the loss, detaching your lips from his neck and meeting his gaze as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked each one clean.

"So delicious," he whispered after releasing his index finger with a 'pop.' "Come on, up you get," he spoke with a smile, patting your thigh to get off him. You stood from his lap, a blush staining your cheeks as you straightened out your skirt with your palms. Before you knew it, Shawn had you slung over his shoulder and was carrying you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He tossed you on the bed, earning a squeal from your throat as you came into contact with the mattress.

"Gonna tell me what you want, Shawn?" you asked, mentally drooling as he stood at the end of the bed and pulled his t-shirt over his head, making quick work of his belt buckle and pushing his jeans down his thighs. His bulge was violently straining his briefs, begging for mercy as your core throbbed in anticipation.

"Want this," he leaned over you, tugging at your skirt, "off."

You wiggled out of the fabric and took off your t-shirt, too, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

"Okay, baby. What now?" you asked, pushing up on your elbows to meet his gaze.

A smirk creeped up his lips as he pushed his underwear down his thighs, allowing his rosy cock to slap his stomach.

"Want your mouth," he said flatly, pumping his cock with his right hand as his left reached for yours.

This was a first. You always offered to suck his dick because he felt rude asking.

"If you're okay with that, babe. I just, fuck, I need your pretty lips wrapped around me," he groaned, helping you to your feet and planting a kiss on your swollen lips.

A smile crept up your cheeks as you kissed his back, fingertips grazing over his abdomen as his muscles contracted beneath your touch.

You kissed down his neck and over his chest, making your way to your knees before settling in front of his hardened length. His chest was heaving with deep breaths as he reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, watching you in awe as you took the head of his cock in your mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as you licked his tip, focusing your tongue on the sensitive divot. You licked your lips, taking more of him in your mouth as you began bobbing your head on his shaft.

"Fuck, yes," he spoke, reaching into your hair and guiding your head with his hand. "Just like that, kitten. Fuck," he groaned, causing heat to rush between your thighs at the new pet name.

You reached for his balls and began massaging them in your hand, using your free one to pump the base of his shaft. He was guiding your head and thrusting toward you, fitting as much of himself in your mouth as possible as he quickly became a moaning mess.

Your fingers raked up the soft hairs of his thighs as his knees threatened to buckle. His breathing was heavy and shaky, accompanied by soft moans and mewls begging for more. His firm tip was delicious on your tongue as you massaged it roughly, forcing Shawn to grip the edge of the mattress to steady himself.

"Babe, fuck, stop," he panted, "I've gotta last for you."

You released his hardened length and licked your wet lips, meeting his warm gaze with innocent eyes. The swell of your lips led Shawn to smirk at the sight of you, proud to have found a mouth fashioned so perfectly for him.

"What now?" you cooed, tracing his abs with the pads of your fingers.

"My turn," he growled, reaching for your hips and pushing you toward the mattress. Your back hit the duvet as you giggled, your legs falling open to reveal your dripping pink centre.

"Fuck, princess," he exhaled, kneeling to meet your core. "So," he kissed the inside of your left thigh, "fuckin'," he kissed the inside of your right thigh, "wet," he spoke lowly, burying his face in your heat and licking a hot stripe from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned out in pleasure, squirming under his touch as he wrapped a strong arm across your middle, locking you in place so he could have his way with you.

"Fuck, yes," you whined, bucking your hips toward his face as he sucked at your sensitive bundle of nerves. His free hand found your core as he dipped a long finger into your heat, swirling it around in your wetness.

Your hands were in his hair as he lapped at you, tugging and twisting with each flick of his hot, pink tongue. His hips were softly thrusting, rubbing his length against the side of the mattress in desperate need for friction. His moans matched yours, vibrating your core and shooting waves of electricity through your veins.

"Shawn, fuck," you babbled, pulling his curls with one hand and clawing at his shoulder with the other. "Baby, I think, fuck, think m'gonna come," you groaned, feeling Shawn's teeth against you as he smiled into your heat.

"Not yet, kitten," he mumbled against your wetness, planting an open-mouthed kiss on your sensitive mound before pulling away and standing. "You're not coming unless it's around my cock," he growled, bringing a large hand down on your thigh as he crawled on top of you.

"Yeah, babe?" you encouraged him, running your hands over his flexed biceps as he hovered above you, working his way up your neck with his lips.

"Mm, yeah. Gonna bury my cock in that tight little pussy until you're screaming my name," he whispered, causing your stomach to twirl.

"Jesus, Shawn, fuck me," you begged, lifting your hips to brush against his thick cock.

"You sure you can handle it, babe?" he spoke against your jaw, his curls tickling your ear.

"Fuck, yes," you panted, squeezing his arms as he met your lips for a deepened kiss.

"Yeah? Gonna take all of me?" he spoke into your mouth, teasing your slick folds with his rosy tip.

"Yes, Shawn, all of you," you groaned, "Give it to me."

Without another word, he reached for the base of his shaft and lined himself up with your entrance, sinking into your slick folds and filling you out completely. You winced at the sudden fullness, gripping his biceps for dear life as you adjusted to his girth.

"You good, baby?" he mumbled, softly kissing your cheek as you nodded in response. With that, he began making gentle thrusts into you, small moans spilling from his lips with each stroke of his cock.

He was gentle at first, warming you up to take all of him at his full potential. It wasn't until you began panting, begging for more that he gave himself all of you.

His hips were hitting your inner thighs, skin slapping loudly as he drove his cock into your heat. You screamed at the feeling of his tip reaching deeply into you, clawing at his shoulders for more. His thrusts grew, leading him to pull out almost completely only to smash his hips into you again, husky grunts leaving his lips with every movement he made.

"Shawn, fuck, yes, fuck me," you repeated as your tits bounced with his thrusts, feeling his entire length as he pushed back and stood at the edge of the bed, holding your hips up to meet each buck of his own. His balls slapped your ass as you grabbed your boobs, desperate to hold onto something as he fucked you senseless.

It wasn't long before he had one foot on the mattress, roughly driving his cock into your aching core.

"Fuck, babe," you called, pulling his head down to encapsulate his lips in a hungry kiss.

"Mm, who?" he panted, beginning to make smaller, rapid thrusts.

"Mm, you, baby," you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as you felt all of him deep within you.

"Yeah, baby? Who makes you feel this good?" he mewled, egging you on to continue.

"You, Shawn," you called, feeling his smile as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yeah, babe? Say it again," he pleaded, breathing heavily as he continued his assault on your core.

"Shawn!" you exclaimed, scratching the soft skin of his shoulders with your fingernails as the head of his his cock brushed your g-spot, your eyes threatening to roll back.

"That's right, kitten," he said lowly, speeding up his thrusts, increasing the volume of your skin clapping.

"Fuck, Shawn, right there," you repeated, reaching around and pulling his ass toward you. He was hitting all the right places, sucking moans from your throat as his heavy body rocked against you. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," you called out, seeing him lift his head to observe your face as he fucked you with all he had. His mouth was in a firm line, eyes overcome with concentration as his cock drove into you perfectly.

You gulped at the feeling of his strong hand wrapping around your neck, applying pressure as he fucked you harder.

"Fuck, yes, Shawn, " you called, pushing your head back against the mattress and squeezing your eyes shut. His grip on your throat only tightened, heat rushing through your body as your orgasm approached.

"You like that, yeah?" he growled, refusing to slow down as sweat pooled in his hairline.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, speaking the first thing that came to your mind, "Mm, fuck, daddy," spilled from your lips, only causing Shawn to speed up more.

"What'd you just call me?" he growled, squeezing your windpipe as his hips rocked into you filthily.

"D-daddy," you called, opening your eyes to meet his darkened gaze.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he spoke, sounding surprised. "Say it again, babe," he panted, rubbing your clit in concentrated circles with his free hand.

"Fuck yes, daddy," you said a little louder, squirming beneath his touch as he brought you to the brink of orgasm.

"Babe, holy shit, that's fuckin' hot," he panted, still choking you as you moaned in response.

His finger worked just the right way as heat rushed through your body, causing you to explode around his swollen length.

"That's it, baby, come on my cock," he grunted, ramming into you with brute force as your snug walls fluttered around him.

"C-come for me, come for me Shawn," you struggled to say, coaxing his orgasm as his face grew hard, a wrinkle appearing between his brows and signalling his release.

"Oh, oh fuck," he whined, squeezing his eyes tightly as he exploded into your throbbing walls. Your fingers ran up his sides as he rode out his orgasm, a string of "I love you"'s leaving his lips. That was new.

You smiled as his heavy body collapsed on yours with a deep exhale.

"That, wow," you spoke, threading your fingers through his hair as he adjusted his hips and retracted his softening length from your core.

"Yeah," he agreed, a goofy smile gracing his cheeks as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, inching closer to steal a kiss.

"You okay?" he asked, resting his forehead on yours as his hand comfortingly rubbed your bare thigh.

"Yes, oh my god, yes," you giggled, laughing harder as he covered your face in soft, quick kisses.

"M'gonna clean you up," he mumbled, gently lifting his weight from you and crawling off of the bed. Your gaze fell to his bare ass as he retreated to his washroom, emerging a few seconds later with a damp washcloth.

"Open up," he smiled, pushing your knees apart as he wiped away the liquid mess between your thighs. You squirmed with each stroke of the fabric and he kneeled down, kissing where he wiped lovingly. He looked up at you as he placed a wet peck on each thigh before standing and going back into the washroom to clean himself up.

You struggled to stand, searching the room for your clothes as you had every intention of getting dressed and heading home. Shawn knew what you were up to.

"Hope you're getting cozy under the covers and not looking for your underwear right now," he called from the washroom, the faint sound of water running accompanying his voice. "Because if you think you're going anywhere, you're wrong."

You smiled at his words, giving in and crawling back into his bed. He came out a few seconds later, his naked body making its way to his side of the mattress and peeling the covers back.

"Can't I just hold my girlfriend?" he asked innocently, your heart swelling at the mention of the word 'girlfriend.' He'd never called you that before.

You wiggled into his arms with a smile, feeling his damp middle against your sore ass.

"So, daddy, eh?" you mumbled, feeling him squeeze you tighter as he giggled.

"Didn't know I was into it," he laughed, "Guess I am."

"Didn't know you were into choking, either," you smiled, pushing your calves between his knees.

"Was it okay?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

"Oh my god, yes," you breathed, craning your neck to kiss him softly. He kissed you back, gently and lovingly, parting his lips to taste you. You pulled away, twisting your body to settle against his front.

"More sex like that, please," you giggled, settling your hand on his fuzzy chest. "Oh, and about what you said, y'know, after?" you suggested carefully.

"Meant every word," he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, and I do too. I love you," you spoke, heart soaring as he tightened his grip around you.

"So much," he beamed, flipping his body on top of yours to shower your face in soft kisses.