Shawn's fidgety hands fumbled with his keys as he battled with the lock, eager to get inside while you kissed at his shoulder. He twisted the knob with a sigh of relief, grabbing you by the hips and walking you backwards into his condo, his breath hot on your lips. Your stomach jumped.

"Fucking finally," he chuckled, pressing his lips to yours briefly before the dogs were jumping at your legs. You guessed your hormones would have to wait.

"I'll take 'em out," you sighed, palming the bulge in Shawn's jeans as he released a frustrated groan.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you had them all day," you nodded, combing through your hair with your fingers as you peered around for their leashes. They hung from two hooks on the wall by the door. "I won't be long," you spoke softly, pulling Shawn's face toward yours from the back of his head.

"Better not be," he smiled against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip sneakily.

You shook your head with a childish grin plastered on your face, trying to keep the dogs calm as you made your way to the elevator. Time seemed to move slower than usual as you let them pee on the lawn outside the complex, doing your best to hurry them along. A very beautiful man was waiting upstairs.

You nerves got the best of you, though, because before you knew it, your heeled-foot was anxiously tapping the marble floor of the elevator as it approached level eight.

"Come on, guys," you gave the dogs a gentle tug, guiding them back to the apartment before collecting yourself with a deep breath, forcing your nerves to go on standby.

Carefully, you reached out for the silver handle. hurrying inside and unclasping the pets, only noticing that tea candles were scattered throughout the entire living space once you'd taken your shoes off.

"Oh my god," you whispered under your breath, your eyes scanning the dim room as a smile crept up your cheeks. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted it to be perfect.

"S'this too cheesy?" a voice called from the doorway to the bedroom, your grin only widening as Shawn took a few strides toward you, pulling you into his arms.

"Baby," you hummed as he released you and held your face in his hands, "it's perfect."

Words can't describe the joy you felt when the widest grin you'd ever seen crept up his cheeks. He was radiating happiness, overjoyed to be with you and only you. You longed for his touch.

You pushed up on your tiptoes and pulled him down by the collar, messily pressing your lips onto his. His hands left your face and slid down your sides, tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you into him.

"Mm," he hummed, kissing you softly, "fucking love you," he continued into your mouth. You didn't respond, only kissed him harder as he couldn't contain his smile against your lips.

The roughness of the kiss melted into something softer as Shawn's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. His lips worked slowly and hungrily against yours, his fingers doing most of the exploring as he twisted them in your hair and toyed with the seam of your dress and traced circles on your sides. It was like he was afraid you might break.

He inhaled shakily as your palms slid up his chest, gripping his firm shoulders tightly as his touch almost had you feeling lightheaded. Carefully, he applied pressure to your waist, beginning to walk you backwards toward his bedroom. You felt nervous, but oddly at peace. Your love for him was exponentially growing and neither of you could believe that you hadn't really had sex yet. It was time. Time to feel closer to him.

Of course, his room was also filled with fucking candles. Smooth, Mendes.

"Shawn," you muttered as his lips pressed against yours once more before retreating to your neck, where he began massaging your skin with his tongue, "this is beautiful. You didn't have to do this."

He shushed you with a giggle against your collarbone, fingers tightening around your waist as he pushed you onto his bed in one swift movement. "I did have to, actually."

You let out a giggle as he collapsed on top of you, his heavy body encasing yours completely. He was all limbs.

"What?" you let out, still chuckling, as he grinned down at you boyishly.

"You're just so fucking beautiful," he spoke softly with a shake of his head, almost in disbelief. "And you're mine. And I'm yours. You hear me?"

"Mhm," you laughed, reaching up to run your fingers through his fluffy curls. You pushed them off of his forehead, inspecting his face as he looked down at you with a smile brighter than the moon.

You pulled his face down for a kiss, both of you unable to contain your joy of just being together. It was quick to get heated when he released a breathy moan into your mouth, pulling a similar one from yours. His lips sloppily worked their way down your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin as you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more. He was grinding into your thigh, groaning as he did, and you were so fucked for him. Your hands were in his hair, tugging and twisting as he devoured the skin of your neck. He let out a loud grunt, bucking his hips into your leg rougher than before. This was when you realized the dogs had followed you into Shawn's bedroom.

Violent barking erupted from the corner of the room, momentarily scaring you as Shawn snapped up, disconnecting his lips from your hot skin. Here we go again, you thought.

"Guys," he sighed, pushing back on his knees to sit up, "listen, I'm not hurting her. I love your mother," he spoke sternly, motioning from the dogs to you. They tilted their heads at him and you turned pink at the thought that Shawn considered you the mother of his dog.

Giddiness took over your senses as you leaned upward and gripped his triceps, pulling him back down over your body.

Barking. Again.

"Alright, that's it," Shawn muttered, pushing off of you with his forearms and getting to his feet. He walked over to the corner and motioned for the dogs to follow him. "Lay down," he spoke firmly, pointing at the large puppy bed on the floor. They fucking listened.

He made his way back to you, a sly smirk on his lips in result of his triumph.

"Up," he spoke, making grabby hands at you as he helped you stand. "Off," he said in the same chipper tone, reaching for the hem of your dress and peeling it from your frame. He tossed it to the floor, eyes widening as he took in the sight of your bare skin and lace-clad breasts.

You reached up for his buttons, slowly working at them and revealing more of his firm middle. He let out a gasp as your fingertips grazed his fuzzy chest, prying the shirt from his arms and abandoning it on the hardwood.

You stood for a moment, looking at each other. You'd seen one another strip before, but this was different. There was more to come, now. This had with the expectation of what was to follow—what each of you had been anticipating for weeks. The stakes were high.

Shawn's blush was unreal, crimson in the dimness of the candlelit bedroom. You took the opportunity to slip your bra from your chest, tossing it aside as you took a step closer to your boyfriend.

"Babe, calm down," you spoke softly, running your fingers up his forearm and toward his bicep. He shivered.

"I can't, I'm sorry," he choked, hiding his nerves with a weak grin, "I'm kind of freaking out."

"Why?" you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his middle in an attempt to feel closer to him. His skin was electric on yours.

"Because," he paused, steadying his breathing, "because this is it."

Your stomach lurched as a wave of anxiety flooded your veins, the realization setting in all over again.

"But, like, I still want to," he backtracked, his arms finally responding to your touch and wrapping around you. "I even got condoms this time," he chuckled, tilting your face up with a finger under your chin. His eyes burned into yours. "You want this, right? You're sure?"

You nodded more enthusiastically than you ever had. You'd never wanted anything more in your life. You released yourself from his grip, collapsing on his duvet once again. "Pants off, Mendes."

"As you wish," he spoke formally, fingers fumbling with his belt buckle as he promptly undid the contraption and was able to slip the denim from his muscular thighs.

A whole new wave of nerves washed over you at the sight of the bulge in his briefs.

"Jesus," you muttered without realizing it, eyes set on how hard he was for you. Poor boy was probably in pain.

"You're sure?" he snapped up, a look of concern adorning his features.

"Yes, babe," you grinned, "I'm so sure."

He grinned widely, wiggling his briefs off his legs as his cock sprung upward. Your core ached both for him and at the thought of taking him.

His smile was contagious as he began crawling up your body, finally settling with his hardened length on your hip and his lips on your neck. Soft kisses turned into nips and sucks, pulling a loud groan from your throat and prompting him to grind against you. Both of you were so fucked for one another, so hungry for the other's touch.

His hands explored your body, finally creeping between your thighs and toying with the lace hem of your panties. Swiftly, he slipped his fingers into them and spread your wetness, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

"Please," you groaned, pulling his head back up to your own. He kissed you hard, shooting you over the moon as he dipped a finger into your core and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

Moans and mewls for more left your lips and were swallowed by him, some of them reciprocated as his own sexual desires were put on hold for your pleasure. He pulled away, hand still working your soaked cunt as his eyes searched your own for something you couldn't quite put your finger on. The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin as he planted one last kiss to your lips before inching down your middle and slipping onto his knees.

You sighed as he retracted his long fingers from your heat, but then sighed in a different way at the sight of him bringing his soaked digits to his lips and sucking them clean. God, it was filthy.

Your panties were flung from your ankles before you knew it and you squealed as Shawn's gigantic hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the mattress. He was greedy—wanting—as he dove into your core, all tongue and lips and soft moans.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he went at it, working wonders with that hot tongue of his. You couldn't help but press your thighs together at the overwhelming pleasure. Shawn was quick to hold you down, snaking his arms around your legs in a way of pinning them open. He insisted on having his way with you.

His hand came back where it belonged, two fingers sinking into your heat as his lips wrapped around your clit and applied suction. It was so much so hard and so fast that you were fighting the incoherent sounds tumbling from your mouth as you barrelled towards the brink of orgasm, thighs beginning to tremble as you tried your best to spread them widely.

"Fuck, Shawn," you managed to get out, looking down at him and meeting his gaze. What a fucking sight.

He disconnected his lips from your bundle of nerves, lips and chin slick with your wetness. "You alright?"

Something along the lines of "yes" escaped you, a giggle erupting from Shawn's chest at the sight of how fucked you were for him.

"Just getting you ready for me, baby," he mumbled, dipping his head between your legs once again to finish you off.

This seems like quite the preparation, you thought. Not that you were complaining.

"Shawn, m'gonna come," you warned, back arching against the mattress as his fingers curled inside of you perfectly, throwing you over the edge. You writhed in front of him as he continued to lap at you through your orgasm, only leading you to squirm and shake more intensely. He couldn't fight the grin breaking out on his face.

"Jesus," you sighed after coming down from your high, laying limp on Shawn's mattress.

"You look so fuckin' pretty coming for me," he spoke lowly, your stomach twirling yet again.

"Baby, that was amazing," you smiled, sitting up to face where he stood.

It was hard to meet his gaze when his hard cock was right in front of your face, though.

Your reached forward, fingers trailing up his middle as he shivered in response. You placed a kiss on his hip and leaned to the side to kiss the other, his expression turning from lustful to one of adoration.

"I, um," he stuttered, reaching to run his fingers through your hair, "I love you."

You smiled, finding his other hand and holding onto it, "I know, baby. I love you."

You maintained eye contact as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, pulling a low groan from his chest. You knew it wasn't a good time for teasing, so you carefully took more of him until he hit the back of your throat and caused you to choke.

"Fuck," he pressed, squeezing your hand more tightly as you hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head, massaging his shaft with your lips.

"Baby, fuck," he choked, "that's so fuckin' good, so fuckin' good to me," you continued to take most of him between your lips, "if you keep going, fuck, babe, I won't last."

You leaned back, pulling your mouth from his cock as you dipped your head down and sucked his balls into your mouth, hoping to intercept his approaching orgasm.

"Jesus," he groaned, chest falling and rising drastically with his deep breaths as he tried to maintain composure. "Mouth was fuckin' made for me."

You enjoyed it more than you thought you would—pleasuring him with your mouth. His reactions practically got you off. The way he groaned when your tongue flicked certain spots, and the way his body trembled when you hollowed your cheeks around him, and the way such a strong, gigantic man turned to putty in your fingers the second you had your lips wrapped around his cock all had you squirming in place, desperate to feel him fill you until you were both tumbling over the edge of bliss.

"Babe, fuck, I can't," he groaned, gently peeling you from him as he caught his breath. He bent down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before pulling away and giving you a rather serious look.

You couldn't help but giggle as you scooted backward, eyeing Shawn's shaky hands reach into his nightstand for a square foil packet.

You watched the muscles in his back move as he bent down to pick it up, your eyes moving to his middle as he carefully ripped it open and rolled the latex onto his length.

Innocence flashed through his gaze as he looked up at you and nodded, finally coming closer as he crawled on top of your frame.

"You okay, baby?" he asked carefully, mouthing at your jaw as he settled between your legs.

"Mhm," you nodded, carding your fingers through his soft locks as he hummed against your skin.

"Okay," he whispered with a grin.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a giggle, looking into his eyes that were crinkling at the corners. He was all smiles.

"More than okay," he nodded, nudging your nose with his own.

"Okay," you giggled, "baby, I'm ready when you are."

He inhaled sharply before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"I'll be gentle," he spoke, reaching for his length and guiding his firm tip along your folds. You moaned at the contact.

"I know," you spoke softly, pulling his head down to kiss you as he slowly slipped inside of you.

The loudest groan you'd ever heard escaped his lips as your walls fit around him snugly. It was almost comical. As for you, the stretch was a little intense, but subsided rather quickly. You soon felt so full and he felt so good.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, "knew you'd feel this fucking good," he spoke as he began to make small movements, your mouth hanging open slightly.

His lips moved against your own as he made soft, gentle thrusts into your soaked core. The noises coming from each of you were sinful, only growing louder as time passed. It wasn't long before he was pulling almost all the way out of you and slipping back in completely, both of your bodies moving together as the pleasure was overwhelming.

That was until the barking started.

"Fuck," Shawn cursed, looking up at where both dogs seemed to be concerned. "I'm not fucking hurting you!" he giggled as he looked at you, halting his movements.

"Stop!" he called at the dogs, motioning to them with his hand. They seemed to take this as an invitation, both hopping up on the bed with you guys.

"Oh my god," you giggled, covering your face with your hands as Shawn sighed.

"Get down," he spoke to them, but they only came closer, curiously sniffing his face. "Babe," he spoke, catching your attention, "What do you wanna do? Kick 'em out, or, like, keep going?" Both of you were laughing uncontrollably.

"Shawn, we can't just keep going."

"Fuck, okay," he agreed, pulling out of you and causing you to sigh at the loss. "Come on, guys! Out," Shawn insisted, lightly nudging the dogs off of the bed and out of the bedroom. He quickly closed the door, ignoring their muted cries from the other side.

"Sorry about that," you giggled, now pushed up on your elbows as he came back to join you on the bed.

"It's alright, I get it," he smiled softly, "Where were we?"

"Mm," you pretended to think about it, "I think, if I remember correctly, we were having delightful sex for the first time."

"Sounds about right," Shawn agreed, slipping inside of you once again.

He picked up where he left off, only this time it was more intense. He became more vocal as his skin slapped against yours, fucking you deeply and with everything he had.

You gasped when his hand found your clit, circling the skin promptly as his thrusts became more rapid. His moans went from low to breathy, signifying that he was close as his hips drove into your own, both of you growing louder.

"Not gonna last, baby," Shawn spoke huskily into your ear, "you gonna come for me?"

"Mhm," you nodded with your eyes tightly shut, focusing on the sensation he was giving your core. He switched from his index finger to his thumb, covering more area as you were overcome by the feeling of him.

"Shawn, fuck," you gasped, squeezing his shoulders as your thighs began to tremble, "gonna come."

"Come for me," he cooed, fucking you deeply as he kissed at the skin under your ear. You saw stars as your walls clenched around him, muttering something about him coming for you, too.

He got sloppy and loud, working you through your orgasm as he unloaded into the condom, slowing his thrusts as you were both reduced to a tangle of exhausted limbs.

"Fuck," he whispered, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"I know," you nodded, pulling his face to yours and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you," he grinned, "so much."

"I love you," you spoke with a smile, overjoyed to have finally experienced this with him.

"I'm so happy you're a dog mom," he muttered against your mouth, earning a giggle from you.

"I'm so happy you were late to your first puppy training class," you said back, leading him to kiss you again before disconnecting from your body with a wince.

You watched his bare backside retreat into his washroom before coming back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. A few minutes later, he was peeling back the sheets for you to crawl into his bed with him.

"Took us long enough," he muttered, heat from his body warming your own.

"Was worth it," you nodded softly, nuzzling his chest with your nose. "Shawn?"

"Mm?" he hummed, finally finding a comfortable position under the covers.

"You've gotta go blow out all those candles," you mumbled, giggling as he cursed and sluggishly went out into the dim living room in all his naked glory.