Lazy Sundays were the best. There was nowhere to be, nothing to do, and nothing that mattered more than just being together and hanging out.

You were getting some cleaning done, pondering how needy Shawn had been upon waking up while he was showering. His puffy eyes had pleaded with yours, wandering hands begging to touch you as you denied him access, insisting on getting some chores out of the way. He'd eventually given up and wandered off to the bathroom to have a shower.

You swept the wooden floor as Shawn emerged from the bedroom, hair still wet and spiky. His bare feet clicked on the hardwood panels and he was dressed in light grey sweats that hung lower than usual on his hips, shirt absent.

"Well good morning to you too," you hummed, sweeping beneath the coffee table as his lips curled into a smirk. He wandered into the kitchen to start making some breakfast, catching your full attention as you watched his toned body walk by you. He was definitely flexing everything, and you released a sigh at the sight of his back muscles moving when he opened the fridge.

"Like what you see?" he asked coldly, pulling a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator door.

"If you're talkin' about that perky butt of yours, then yes," you smiled, sweeping the dust into a little pile on the floor.

"Really?" he shut the fridge, placing his hands on his hips. You tilted your head at him, unsure of the reason he was being so cold. "Because you weren't one bit interested half an hour ago," he said cooly, diverting his gaze to the glass of orange juice he was pouring.

"Who said I'm interested?" you spat back, meeting his eyes with a wink and going back to sweeping.

His jaw fell open, pretending to be shocked at your playful sass. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he darted into the bedroom, emerging a few seconds later in tight black boxer briefs. They were clad to his ass and bulge, giving you a full view of the goods.

"Guess you won't wind if I walk around like this, then," he mumbled as he walked by, reaching for the loaf of bread and putting two slices in the toaster.

Your eyes raked over him as you grew slightly aroused, taking in his bare broad chest that was peppered with little brown hairs, his strong tattooed arms, and his ripped abs. His v-line framed the thin treasure trail leading into his briefs, sparking excitement within you. His thick thighs flexed as he leaned into the fridge, retrieving a bag of sliced turkey to make a sandwich as he shot you a smirk over his big shoulder. You felt your knees weaken a little, the ache between your thighs growing prominent at his teasing behaviour.

Without thinking, you sauntered over to him, running your soft fingertips up his back. He shivered at your touch and quickly spun around, peeling your hands from where they now rested, on his chest.

"No touching," he smirked, slipping out of your grasp. You smiled, catching on to the game he was playing.

He fought a smile as you left the kitchen, slipping into the bedroom you shared. You quickly rid yourself of your sweatpants and hoodie, rummaging through your underwear drawer and pulling out a black lace set. You pulled the thin thong up your legs and clasped the textured push-up, pulling a satin robe over your shoulders. In the washroom, you pulled out your ponytail and let your hair fall in loose waves over your shoulders. For a Sunday morning, you looked incredible.

Shawn's gaze burned into your skin as you walked back out into the living room and swept the little pile into the dustpan. You were sure not to shoot him a glance as you walked in his direction, dumping the dirt in the garbage and putting the broom back where you kept it.

The cool air chilled your skin as you opened the fridge, grabbing some orange juice for yourself. You had to pass Shawn to grab a glass, and you were careful not to make bodily contact with him. His eyes were glued to you as the robe was slipping off your left shoulder, and you took notice of the growing bulge in his briefs. You stood awfully close to him, your breath ghosting over his bare shoulder as you poured the liquid into the glass. Your boobs brushed against his arm and he turned to you, thumb lightly feeling the fabric over your chest. His gaze was set on your cleavage and you took a step back, shaking your head a bit.

"No touching," you smirked, throwing his attitude right back at him. He smiled wickedly and took a step closer, holding his hands up at his chest to signal that he wasn't using them. His dark eyes met yours as he dipped his head down to your neck, kissing your collarbone softly. You threw your head back as he began sucking on your skin, deep red marks scattered along the base of your throat.

"Fuck, Shawn," you moaned in a whisper, feeling his teeth as he smiled against your skin. "Please."

He pulled away, going back to making his sandwich as if nothing had ever happened.

"Are you kidding me?" you snapped, annoyed at his competitiveness. "Alright, I see you. I see what you're doing," you mumbled as you walked to the other side of the kitchen island and met Shawn's gaze. He looked at you innocently, tilting his head a bit as he wondered what you'd do next. Very slowly, your hands found the collar of your robe and peeled it from your body, leaving you in your bra and panties. You turned a bit as you draped the robe over the bar stool, giving him a peek at your fully exposed ass.

"You make this pretty difficult," he quipped, cutting his sandwich in half and trying not to look at you.

"So give in," you spoke softly, stepping toward him and kissing his shoulder. He kept busy as your lips worked their way to the base of his neck, trying your best to slip in front of him. He stepped closer to the counter, refusing to let you in. You settled for his back, trailing wet kisses along his shoulders and muscles. Your fingertips wrapped around his front and traced the dip of his v-line, causing his middle to tense up. He let out a heavy sigh, unsuccessfully fighting the urge to palm himself through his underwear.

"Baby, let me," you coaxed, fingers ghosting beneath his waistband as he quickly spun around.

"Nope," he breathed, pressing his hard-on into your abdomen. You felt the wetness pooling in your thin panties and wondered how long this would go on before one of you surrendered.

His lips took purchase on your neck once again, biting and sucking at the soft skin. You moaned into his hair, squeezing his biceps as your mind ran wild.

"Babe, please," you whispered.

"No," he hummed, smiling in satisfaction as he brought his face back up to meet yours.

"Fine," you spoke flatly. "Guess I'll have to just take care of it myself."

You turned on your heel and began walking into the bedroom, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor on your way. He was hot on your heels, desperate to see where this was going. You flopped down on the bed and settled up against the pillows as Shawn stood at the foot of the bed, lustful gaze set on your hardened nipples. He smirked lightly, large hands finding his waistband as he peeled his boxers from his hips and pushed them down his thighs. His cock slapped against his belly button, his tip a deep pink and leaking, just the way you liked.

"You want this cock, baby?" he teased, wrapping his tattooed hand around the base of his shaft, softly stroking himself.

"Depends," you spoke, peeling your thong from your thighs and allowing your knees to fall open, giving him a full view of your slick folds.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, hand moving closer to the tip as he picked up speed on his cock. "Touch yourself," he said firmly, earning a blush from you.

Your hand fell between your thighs and spread your wetness around your heat, dipping into your core and moving to your clit. You began drawing small circles over the bundle of nerves, eyes glued to Shawn as he slowly fucked his hand.

"Fuck, Shawn," you hissed as your head fell back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut at the satisfying feeling of your fingers on your clit.

He was slowly giving in, moving a little closer to you as he mounted his knee on the foot of the bed, giving him more support as he jacked off harder.

"Gonna fuck me, Shawn?" you asked sweetly, bucking your hips into your hand.

"Think you can take my cock?" he grunted, placing his free hand on the mattress as he made his way toward you.

"Only if you'll make me come," you quipped back, legs shaking as your middle finger rubbed your clit faster.

"Don't I always?" he smirked, now kneeling between your open thighs as he stroked his cock just inches from your writhing heat.

"Don't flatter yourself," you scoffed, watching intently as frustration crossed his features. "I'm perfectly fine doing the job myself. It might even be better," you were pushing his buttons, building him up in hopes of getting the reaction you were aching for.

"Alright, that's it," he grunted firmly, swatting your hand from your core as he rubbed the head of his cock up your slick folds. You whimpered at the feeling, longing for him to fill you up. "You done with your fucking teasing?" he hissed, firmly smacking your thigh. You moaned in response, bucking your hips against his tip as he leaned over you, lips finding your neck.

"Shawn, please," you whispered as his mouth attacked your chest. "Please just stop fucking teasing me."

"You want me to stop teasing?" he smirked, pushing back on his knees.

"Fuck, yes, just fuck me," you expressed, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. Without hesitation, he guided his tip to your entrance and sunk into you, causing you to whimper at the sudden fullness. He barely gave you time to adjust before he began rocking his hips into you, strong hands gripping your waist and pulling you up to meet his thrusts.

Your hands gripped the sheets as you moaned with each move he made. He pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you, burying his cock deep between your walls as his head fell back. He was grunting and groaning, your name rolling off his tongue as he ruthlessly fucked you.

"Shawn, fuck, fuck, more," you cried, feeling his clammy hand move from your hip and begin toying with your clit. His calloused thumb flicked it back and forth as his thrusts grew small and rapid, overflowing your senses and causing a knot to built in your stomach. Your hands gripped his muscular thighs as your tits bounced with each movement of his hips, cock being roughly driven into your tight core.

"What was that you said earlier?" Shawn asked between breaths.

"W-what?" you responded, trying to focus on what he was saying.

"The thing about doing the job yourself," he breathed heavily. "You sure?"

"Fuck, Shawn, no, only you," you replied, moaning as his thumb applied more pressure to your clit.

"Nobody fucks you this good," he grunted, hips violently slapping your inner thighs.

"Only you, Shawn," you panted, squeezing his thighs a little tighter.

"S'what I fuckin' thought," he grunted, releasing your clit to smack your thigh. "You gonna come for me?"

Your hands found his ass and pulled him harder into your core as his fingers found your clit again, touching you perfectly and throwing you over the edge.

"Fuck, Shawn, now, m'gonna come," you warned, pushing your head back into the pillows as your walls clenched around his thick cock. He fucked you through your orgasm, leaning over you and peppering your face with kisses as you recollected yourself. You caught your breath, pulling him in for a kiss as your leg lifted and hooked his thigh, signalling to flip you.

Within seconds, he was beneath you and you were seated on his stiff cock. He smiled up at you as you began riding him, bouncing up and down his shaft as his hands fondled your soft breasts. You steadied yourself by pushing on his strong chest, lifting yourself a bit so you could focus on his whole length. He squirmed beneath you, sweat dripping down into his hair as his hands found your hips and moved you back and forth more rapidly. You leaned down so he could fuck up into you, allowing him to pound your core as profanities escaped his pink lips.

"Fuck, so good baby, fuck, m'gonna come," he grunted as your lips sucked at his neck.

"Come for me, Shawn," you coaxed, pushing down to meet his rough thrusts.

"Fuck," he exclaimed, sloppily rocking his hips into your core as he released inside you, quickly wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling your weight onto him.

"Jesus, Shawn," you smiled, looking up to see him smiling down at you.

"So much for no touching," he giggled, craning his neck to kiss the crown of your head.