You stood hesitantly in the empty apartment, unsure of if you should be cleaning up the dirty dishes or slipping into some lingerie. Shawn had called to let you know he was on his way home, and his voice was accompanied by that familiar growl you knew all too well.

He was frustrated and needy, and it would either be a night of snuggling with a few frustrated tears shed or rough, passionate sex. You prayed for the latter.

The dishes called you over as you promised yourself you'd get them done before Shawn walked through the door. Your mind wandered to his recent stress with the album and how weird everything had been, carrying you through the subconscious task before you dried your hands off and looked at the clock. He'd be home any second.

You darted into the bedroom to change into something a little more presentable, slipping out of your sweatpants and hoodie.

"That's a little better," spoke a voice behind you, causing you to jump at the sight of Shawn in the doorway.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, your right hand clutching your chest as he broke into a smile and took a few strides in your direction.

"Didn't mean to scare you, baby," he muttered, clasping your face in his large hands as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Your phone call already did," you spoke as he rested his forehead against yours. "Everything okay?"

He let out a sigh, shutting his chestnut eyes momentarily. "Yeah, just stressed. Need some you-time."

"Oh?" you smiled, running your fingers up his sides and causing him to shiver.

"I meant just snuggling, but I think now I really need some you-time," he giggled, pressing his growing bulge into your hip.

"Sounds good," you bit your lip, eyes falling to his deep pink pout as he inspected your features. He inched closer, lips connecting with yours as your eyes fell shut in unison with his. His kiss encapsulated you, breathing you in like fresh air as the room around you heated up.

His hands were everywhere at once, kneading your hips and feeling your sides and pulling you closer by the back of your neck. He let out a little hum of distress, clearly trying to deepen the kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours. Your hands traveled from his chest down his abdomen, settling on his belt buckle, just below his tucked-in shirt. You gave the waistband of his jeans a tug.

"Shawn," you mumbled against his curls, moving your hands into his hair as his lips attached themselves to your neck, "babe, need you," you whispered, pulling at the soft locks between your fingers.

"Mm," he smiled, "I think I need you more."

"Babe, come on," you giggled, pulling his shirt up his torso in a struggle to get the fabric off of him.

He chucked against your skin, standing tall to slip the clothing over his head. You faced his chest, the soft hairs tickling your nose as you placed a kiss to his skin. Your fingers found his jeans, fumbling with his belt as he helped you undo the clasp.

His pants were a heap on the floor as he stepped out of them, his straining boxers and socks all that were left concealing his body. You kissed up his jaw, his shaky breathing in your ear as your tongue flicked over his stubble.

"Babe, please," he whispered, his length now fully hardened against your bare hip. You still stood in the doorway to the bedroom, surrounded by discarded clothing and overwhelming lust.

You kissed back down the column of his throat, making your way over his collarbones and sucking a purple oval onto his chest. He grunted at the feeling, hands kneading your ass as you nipped and sucked at the soft flesh. Slowly, you worked your way down his abdomen, kissing every inch of skin before settling on your knees and tugging his boxers down his thighs. You looked up at him, reaching for his cock as you placed a soft kiss to the tip.

"Babe, no," he spoke softly, leaning down to cup your cheek. "Not tonight, I want to make you feel good."

You shook your head in protest, kissing the head softly. "I want to, Shawn."

"Babe, you deserve it," he insisted, reaching for your hands and pulling you to your feet.

"I just wanna taste you, baby," you spoke softly, smiling against his lips as he pressed them against yours. His hands reached for your hips as he walked you backwards toward the bed, nipping at your bottom lip before pushing you down against the mattress.

"Off with these," he giggled, hooking his fingers in your panties as he tugged them down your thighs and off your ankles. Your legs fell open, revealing your soaking core as he looked down at you in admiration, eyes dark with lust.

"Babe, c'mere," you reached out, making grabby hands at him as his naked body advanced to hover over yours. His face hung in front of you, loose curls falling onto his forehead as a giddy grin tugged at his lips.

"Yes, dear?" he asked softly, supporting himself on his forearms.

"I love you," you smiled, pulling him in for another kiss, "but I really wanna taste you."

He giggled, kissing each of your cheeks before lifting his head again.

"Alright, then. You win," he shook his head.

"But, uh, you wanna taste me too?" you asked, raising your eyebrows as he looked at you questioningly. "Wanna, uh, wanna do it together?"

He gulped, a blush flooding his cheeks as a bashful smile creeped up his cheeks.

"You mean, like, at the same time?" his smile grew as he dipped his hips, rubbing his hard cock against your slick core, eliciting a groan to escape your throat.

"Oh my god, yes," you spoke quickly, giggling at his smile as he immediately pushed off of you to readjust himself.

You sat up, patting the bed for him to lay down in front of you.

"Alright, um, wanna put your knees here?" he asked, patting the mattress on either side of his head, "and then, uh, go from there?"

You bit your lip, core heating up at the thought of having his cock in your mouth while he buried his face between your thighs.

"Uh huh," you grinned, swinging a leg over his head to rest above him. His hands immediately slid up your thighs, resting on your ass as you leaned forward, head hovering over his pink cock.

"You look great," he chuckled as you craned your neck to look between your legs, bumping the head of his dick with your forehead as you glanced at his toothy grin. He was smiling at you eagerly, hands now on your waist as he lifted his head to place a kiss to your clit.

"Oh my god," you groaned, legs sliding a bit to get a better seat on his face. He hummed against your core, lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves as you placed your left hand on the mattress beside his hip, lowering your mouth onto his cock.

Your free hand gripped the base, propping it up so you could take the tip in your mouth. It was firm between your wet lips, hot with a pulse as you swirled your tongue around it and began gently bobbing your head. He let out a deep groan, vibrating your folds and causing you to squirm on top of him.

He was hot in your mouth and between your legs, his nose against your entrance as his tongue licked and swirled around your clit. You lowered your mouth on his cock, taking half of his shaft as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, causing you to groan around his length.

"You like that?" he mumbled, the air from his mouth blowing on your heat as you nodded in agreement, your mouth full of his cock.

"S'what I thought," he chuckled, moving his hand from your hip to smack your ass. You whimpered at the sudden contact, legs trembling as your right hand began pumping his shaft, assisting your mouth as it fucked his cock. He began bucking his hips upward, meeting each bob of your head as you fit as much of him as possible between your swollen lips.

"Babe, fuck, you taste so fucking good," he groaned against your core, pulling your clit between his lips as he applied suction. You cried out, moving your hand to his thigh and squeezing as his mouth worked wonders. "So," he lapped at your clit, "fuckin'," he licked up your slit, "sweet," he spoke, dipping his tongue into your core and pressing his face into your heat.

Your stomach lurched at his words, excitement flooding your veins as pleasure overtook your senses. You moaned as his tongue curled and flicked inside of your walls, wet noises coming from behind you as you tried to maintain a rhythm on his cock.

He was moaning against your heat, releasing small groans and whimpers as your tongue swirled around his member, flicking the divot on his tip.

"F-fuck, fuck baby, I can't," he panted, his head falling against the mattress as his chest heaved with deep breaths. "I can't last, I've gotta be in you."

You groaned, the loss of his lips on your core alleviating the heat from between your thighs. You shifted on top of him, swinging your leg over his head and kneeling on the space beside his sweating body.

"I'm sorry," he panted, his hand reaching for your thigh.

"S'okay, baby," you reassured, raking your fingers through his curls and leaning down to plant a kiss on his wet lips. "Gonna be in me," you mumbled, crawling off the bed and shuffling through the nightstand.

He assumed you were searching for a condom, collapsing his head against the pillows as his hard cock throbbed with his pulse.

Your hand clasped around the black bullet-shaped cylinder, hiding it in your palm as you shut the drawer and shuffled over to the doorway, pulling his belt from his discarded jeans.

"Babe, what on earth are you up to?" he asked jokingly, already holding his hands up to the headboard as he could see the leather strap in your hands.

"I wonder," you gasped back, leaning over him to constrict his hands with the belt.

"God, I love it when you tie me up and revoke my right to mobility," he chuckled sarcastically, grinning at your unimpressed features. You shook your head with a giggle, slipping your bra off your arms and crawling to settle on top of him.

"Fuck," he grunted as your core hovered over his length. He contracted his muscles, making his cock jump and bump your clit.

"Not so fast, tiger," you giggled, stroking his cock with your hand as you leaned down to kiss him. Your lips found his jaw, working your way up to his earlobe and giving it a tug with your teeth. His hands pulled at the restraints, fighting his instincts to touch you as your lips worked their way down his throat. You placed another hickey beside the one you'd left earlier, fighting a smile as he squirmed with excitement beneath you.

You pushed back on your knees, kneeling above him as he looked at you though hooded lids. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, bulging biceps leading to his restrained hands, bound by his own leather belt. He was pure sex.

"What do you want, baby?" you cooed, hoping for a certain answer.

"N-need to be in you," he squirmed, bucking his hips up but sighing when you pushed up on your knees, keeping him from coming into contact with you.

"In me? You wanna feel me around you, Shawn?" you asked, raking your nails up his contracted abs.

"Fuck," he gulped, "yes."

Without warning, you aligned your core with his tip, sinking down onto his length. He filled you out perfectly as you sat on his cock, a loud whimper escaping his throat as you settled in place.

"Here's how it's gonna go," you spoke strongly, revealing the small vibrator in your palm. "I'm gonna put this on my clit until I come, and you're gonna feel me around you the whole time," you said, watching his Adam's apple as he gulped at your words.

"Babe, fuck, pl-" he started, only for you to interrupt him.

"No. No touching, no fucking. I'm not riding you, babe. I'm gonna work myself to orgasm and you're gonna feel me," you reassured, watching his eyes flutter shut as you shifted to give yourself access to your clit.

Clicking the button on the end, a low hum filled the room as you placed it on your swollen clit.

You moaned lowly, your free hand pushing down on your thigh as you tried not to bounce on his cock.

"Holy shit," Shawn panted, his eyes staring at your heat as you pushed the vibrator against your skin.

"Gonna feel me, baby," you spoke, "gonna feel me throb around your cock, gonna feel my walls get tighten around you until I release, shaking and quivering on your dick. You want that, Shawn?" you asked, turning it up a click as he nodded eagerly.

"Ah, fuck," you mewled, lightly bucking your hips against the toy as sweat pooled in Shawn's hairline. He was biting down on his lip, trying not to make a sound as he focused intensely on the way you pleasured yourself.

The temptation to ride his cock was looming over you, the fullness of having him inside you changing your entire experience. He looked like a Greek God beneath you, his perfect body enticing and inviting as you tried your best to keep as still as possible. His arms were instinctually pulling at the restraints, desperately begging to get his hands on you as you writhed above him, walls hot and snug around his thick shaft.

"Oh my god," he groaned, giving in to the urge to roll his hips, thrusting into you gently.

"Shawn, stop," you spoke sternly, head tilted back in pleasure from the fullness. As much as you wanted him to keep going, you really wanted him to feel this.

"Pl-please, please untie me," he panted, eyes shut in frustration as he tried to keep it together.

"Depends," you responded, "are you gonna be good?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

"Yes, fuck, yes," he nodded, moaning as you lifted yourself off his cock to undo the belt restricting his hands. He immediately reached for your hips, running his fingers up and down your sides as he pushed his head up for a kiss.

You met his lips, ghosting over them with your own as you teased him.

"No, babe, gotta be good for me," you whispered with a giggle, feeling the huff of disappointment leave his throat. "No touching."

Shuffling back to his waist, you slung your leg over his hip once again and settled on his throbbing cock. He let out a whimper as you sat on his length, reconnecting the vibrator with your clit and turning it up a notch.

"That's it babe, just like that," he repeated, watching the toy in your fingers as your eyes fluttered shut. "More, baby, I know you can take it. Harder," he encouraged, gazed fixed on your hands as you increased the intensity again.

"Fuck, Shawn," you grunted, clenching your walls around his cock as the vibrations began to overwhelm you. His hands gripped at the sheets, fighting the urge to touch you as he wrinkled and twisted them violently. You continued to tease him, speaking softly, "Fuck, yes, so fucking big in my tight little cunt."

"Oh my fucking god," he spoke lowly, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

"Oh god, Shawn, fuck," you repeated, pressing the vibrator against you harder as you felt the familiar ball of nerves in your abdomen. "Yes, fuck, yes," you cried as he tugged at the bedding, forearm veins bulging with his biceps.

"That's it, baby, takin' me so fuckin' well," he croaked, trying not to move his hips as your thighs began to tremble on his hips. "Come for me, kitten," he cooed, looking at you through hooded lids with his mouth agape.

"Fuck, Shawn, I'm close," you groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him as he groaned at the sensation.

"That's it, baby, come for me," he whimpered, pressing his hips up into you as you exploded around his cock, pussy beginning to throb with your pulse around him. He moaned with each clench of your walls, tugging at the sheets that were threatening to rip.

"H-holy fuck," he panted, squirming beneath you as your cunt pulsed around his aching cock. "You feel so fucking good, ah, fuck," he repeated.

"You've been so good, baby," you spoke, collapsing on top of him as your walls continued to tighten and loosen around him.

"Can I please touch you now?" he breathed, meeting your lips for a heated kiss as you nodded against him.

His hands found your hips, holding them in place as you shut the vibrator off and tossed it to the floor. He lifted you off his cock, lowering you back down on it and meeting your bounces with thrusts. His hips were soon slapping against your inner thighs as his cock pounded into your still-throbbing core, the overstimulation leading you to scream with each buck of his middle.

"Fuck, you feel so good, ah," he grunted, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he brought himself to the brink of orgasm.

"Shawn," you whimpered, feeling the waves pulsing through your stomach as you buried your face in his neck.

"Fuck, baby, you're close," he panted, feeling your walls tightening as they had before, pounding you harder as moans and grunts escaped his lips.

"F-fuck, Shawn, oh my god," you whined, body shaking above him as you released again, throbbing about his swollen cock.

"Babe, fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned, skin clapping against yours as he whimpered, his cock releasing thick gobs of liquid inside of you.

You each came down from your highs, falling limp with exhaustion as you collapsed beside him.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, turning to face you. His cheeks were red and rosy, the flush reaching his chest as it heaved in search of air.

"Y-you feel incredible, my god," you responded, pulling him in for a hungry kiss before climbing out of bed, trying your best to walk to the washroom in a straight line. You peed and had a look in the mirror, taking in your absolutely fucked appearance as Shawn walked into the washroom, all smiles.

"Hmm?" you questioned, looking over at his naked body as he strode over to you at the sink, wrapped his sweaty body around yours.

"Shower?" he asked, already tugging you toward the tub with a lazy grin.

"Only if you'll finally take your socks off," you giggled, earning a failed wink from him as he bent over to peel the fabric from his feet.