"Hey," spoke a soft voice in front of you, snapping you out of your readings and forcing you to look up. Shawn stood across from where you were seated at the kitchen island, waving his hand around to catch your attention.

The knot in your stomach only tightened as you recalled the events of the night before, and now it was time to face the consequences. Here goes nothing, you thought.

"Hey, Shawn. Um, about last n-"

"Was lovely, eh?" he grinned, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot and bringing it to you to top yours up.

You weren't expecting that.

"Ehm, I mean, y-"

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that," he spoke seriously, leaning onto the counter. You took in his appearance, noticing he was wearing only a pair of fleece pyjama bottoms. His chest was flushed and built, his abs a rock-hard wall. You shivered, heat forming between your thighs as you remembered loving on that body only a few hours prior.

"No, um, it's okay," you looked up at him, meeting his eyes that were swollen with sleep. "It was truly incredible."

"You're not, like, upset about it?" he asked, standing up as he mindlessly pushed his mug around on the counter.

"No, why would I be upset?" you asked, meeting his gaze in search of answers to the questions you hadn't even thought of yet. His eyes flickered down to his cup.

"I, uh, I don't know," he mumbled, a soft flush creeping up his cheeks. "I just didn't know if it was going to mean anything, or if we even want it to. I, uh, I'm away a lot, you know that. I don't know if I could start something up and then just like, leave that person here, you know?"

"Uh, yeah," you nodded with a gulp. "We're also roommates, Shawn. And friends. I don't know if we should jeopardize it. And yeah, I don't know if I could handle starting something up, either. Not now, anyway."

"I could never do that to you," he spoke softly, his eyes meeting yours again. They were puffy and a bit bloodshot, and you wondered if he'd been up all night pondering this. "But, uh, it was, it was good? For you?" he asked, cheeks and chest turning a deep shade of pink as his fingers threaded through his curls at the nape of his neck.

You nodded as you felt your face getting hot, a soft "yes" escaping your lips.

Shawn smiled, resting his elbows on the counter to match your height. "So, like, you'd do it again, sometime? Maybe?" he raised an eyebrow as he stumbled over his words, both of you in disbelief that he was asking you this.

"Mhmm," you hummed, grinning at him as you shut your laptop and gave him your full attention.

"Wow, okay," he breathed with a chuckle, looking around the room before his eyes landed on you once again. "Wanna," he paused, blinking a few times, "wanna do it again?" he spoke with a bashful grin.

You nodded profusely, your smile growing wider as Shawn walked around the kitchen island to close the space between you. You hopped off the stool, facing him as he get close enough to cup your cheeks and pull your body against his, kissing you feverishly in the morning light.

His kiss grew needy and desperate as he hummed into it, nipping at your lips and pulling your face against him harder in an attempt to get closer. He was eager and intense, massaging you with his tongue as your hands slid up his middle and rested on his chest, applying pressure to push him in the direction of your bedroom.

He walked backwards, tugging your sleep shirt over your head on the way, leaving you in nothing but your pyjama shorts. As soon as the fabric was discarded somewhere in living room, Shawn's hands found your full breasts and massaged the skin, pinching and twisting your nipples with his calloused fingers.

A moan escaped your mouth, quickly swallowed by him as his lips moved against yours seamlessly.

"Your place or mine?" he muttered against your lips with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We can go to mine, just this once," you grinned, pushing him through your doorway as his hands moved to your hips and slipped into your pyjama bottoms, grabbing a handful of your ass. You let out a squeal, lightly smacking his chest as he giggled against you, guiding you toward the mattress.

He pushed you to lay down, collapsing on top of you and attacking your neck with his lips. His tongue traced circles over your skin as he nipped and sucked at you, pressing gentle kisses to the purple marks he left the night before.

"Thank god you said yes," he muttered, working his lips down your bare stomach as you squirmed beneath him, watching his large hands move across your small frame. "I just knew," he paused, sliding your pyjama shorts down your thighs, revealing your lack of underwear. "Fuck," he groaned, grabbing your left knee and slinging it over his shoulder, "knew I needed to taste you again," he spoke huskily, burying his face in your heat and dipping his tongue into you, causing your back to arch in pleasure.

"Fuck, Shawn," you called out, your fingers finding his curls and tugging them as his tongue slid up your folds, exploring your core eagerly.

"So fucking sweet," he breathed against you, the heat from his mouth on your wetness teasing you even more. Shawn's tongue was lapping at you, licking hot stripes from your core to your clit as one of his hands held you down and the other teased your entrance, dipping into you slightly and pulling away.

"Please," you whimpered, pushing his head into your cunt as his hips bucked into the mattress, aching for friction and relief.

Thanks to the events of a few hours prior, you knew that he fed off of praise. He was eager and determined, and wanted nothing more than to bring you to the edge and know damn well that he did it.

"Fuck, yes, keep fucking going," you breathed, pushing your hips toward his face as he pulled your clit into his mouth, slurping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

"Mm," he hummed desperately, maintaining a rhythm with his middle as he rubbed his hard cock on your duvet cover.

"Yes, just like that," you panted, pushing up on your elbows to meet his amber eyes. He was already looking up at you, intensely observing your reaction as he pleasured you with his tongue.

His fingers dipped into you and your thighs clenched around his head, pushing against his shoulder as your body tensed. He began swirling them around, twisting and pumping between your walls as his tongue continued to flick your clit, your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"S'that good, baby?" he mumbled against you, vibrating your heat.

"Mhm, fuck, yes," you struggled to speak, his mouth providing you too much pleasure as you began to barrel toward the edge of release.

"Good," he spoke, pulling away from your pussy as he stood from the bed, palming his hardened cock in his pyjama pants.

You moaned at the loss, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, wondering what on earth made him stop.

"No worries, princess," he spoke, pausing to lick his index and middle fingers clean. "I think you're ready for me. I'll be right back."

He darted from the room to grab what was obviously a condom, leaving your panting body alone and aching for more. Thoughts of his face between your legs and his broad chest and that damn necklace swarmed your mind, only causing you to get wetter. As soon as you felt your arousal drip down your thigh, you couldn't resist.

Your fingers ghosted up your folds, teasing the sensitive skin as you slid from your clit to your entrance. You dipped a finger in, moaning at the slight fullness before pulling it out to draw circles on your mound of nerves. You squeezed your eyes shut, revelling in the pleasure of relief as Shawn came back with a condom and a hard-on.

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath, his eyes growing dark as he took a few strides toward the bed and kneeled between your legs. You retracted your hand from your heat, earning a sigh from him.

"Please, please let me watch," he pleaded, watching your hand intently as you brought it back to your aching cunt.

You teased your clit, releasing little moans and mewls as your legs trembled on either side of him.

"My god," he groaned, placing a hand by your hip to lean over you, sliding his boxers down his thighs and revealing his hardened length. "Don't stop," he sighed, his right hand gripping the base of his cock as he began to pump his shaft, touching himself as he hungrily watched your fingers dip inside of your dripping centre.

"Shawn," you moaned, a loud moan leaving his lips in response.

"Yes," he replied, "What do you need, kitten?" he spoke softly, meeting your gaze but struggling to keep a straight face as his hand squeezed his length tighter.

Your fingers were relentless, rapidly sliding along your folds as you panted beneath him, watching the way his hand moved over his cock.

"You," you groaned, meeting his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. It was needy and rough, both of you desperate for each other's touch but unwilling to part with your own.

"Fuck, Shawn," you groaned as he touched his tip to your clit, continuing to pump his shaft gently but reducing himself to a moaning mess at the contact. He was firm and hard against you, and you couldn't resist bucking your hips up a bit, welcoming him as he slipped inside of you.

"Oh my god," he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slid into you with ease. His bare cock felt so good, the soft skin providing a different sensation. "You're so fuckin' tight," he paused, pushing into you completely, "and, um, warm."

You giggled, raking your nails down his back and gripping his hips, pushing them a bit to tell him to start moving.

He rammed his hips into you, both of you moaning as your skin slapped together. His arms were on either side of you, beneath your shoulders so he could pull you toward him and fuck you more deeply. He was driving you into the mattress, his hips rolling into you relentlessly.

"Fuck, Shawn," you whimpered, squeezing his sides.

"What was that?" he asked huskily, his head hovering over yours.

"I said fuck, Shawn," you spoke, wondering where he was going with this.

"No, louder," he panted, driving his cock into your aching cunt, "Need you to scream for me."

"Fuck, Shawn," you spoke at a higher volume, one of his arms leaving your side and trailing over your chest, settling on your neck as his fingers curled around your throat.

"Louder, babe," he growled, "Need you to fucking scream it."

"Fuck, Shawn!" you yelled desperately, his lips curving into a grin as his hips sped up and pounded you, filling the room with sounds of skin clapping and deep moans and gentle sobs.

"Jesus," he groaned, dipping his head into your neck. He was nearing the edge, and you could tell.

"Make me come, Shawn," you said softly, already teetering over the edge.

"M'gonna make you come, baby," he grunted, squeezing your neck a little tighter. His balls were slapping your ass as he thrusted into you, sweat beading in his hairline and threatening to drip down his forehead. He slowed his hips, ramming into you, hard. He hit you just right, the head of his cock throwing you over the edge and causing you to clench around him.

"Shawn, I-"

"I know, baby, come for me," he panted, his hand still wrapped around your throat. "That's it, sweetheart," he spoke with a jut of his hips, throwing you over the edge.

You moaned through your orgasm as Shawn continued to rock his hips into you, revelling in the feeling of your cunt clenching around his bare cock.

"F-fuck, fuck m'gonna come," he groaned, quickly slipping out of you and pushing back on his knees, taking over with his hand.

"C'mere," you spoke softly, still trying to catch your breath from your own peak. You reached for his thighs, pulling him to move closer as he shimmied up your body, each of his knees on either side of you. "Gonna come on my face, Shawn?" you asked innocently, pushing up on your elbows to see him looking down at you through heavy eyelids.

"If that's okay," he chuckled with a raise of his brows in disbelief.

You grinned, leaning closer so you were just inches from the tip of his cock.

"Please, Shawn," you cooed, "Give it to me."

"Fuck," he grunted, your words throwing him over the edge as his abs contracted and his face contorted into a look of sheer pleasure, watching as his cock shot hot ribbons of liquid all over your face.

You opened your mouth, welcoming some of the substance and he moaned loudly, riding out his orgasm with his hand. You looked up at him, using your finger to wipe a drop off your cheek and then suck it clean. He was panting, still kneeling over you with his softening cock in his hand, wondering what on earth to do next.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he giggled, hopping off of you and pulling you to your feet, guiding you into the washroom. You leaned against the counter as he wet a washcloth, wringing it out and making sure it wasn't too hot. He closed the space between you, gently wiping your face with the cloth. His body was pressed against yours, soft and hot on your skin.

"You know, I've uh, I've never done that before," he spoke softly, carefully folding the used bits of the cloth as he continued cleaning up your face. "It was, it was something."

"A good something?" you asked, reaching out to run your fingers over his sides but stopping once you realized how intimate that was.

"S'okay, you can touch me," he spoke softly, pausing until your hands were on him, fingertips ghosting over his soft skin. "Yeah, a good something. A really good something," he grinned, putting the cloth down and running his hands up your arms. "I, um, I don't really know how to say this," he spoke, failing to meet your gaze.

"Hm?" you asked, leaning into his naked body a bit more.

"I wanna try new things with you," he said, finally meeting your gaze with pleading eyes.

"New things?" you asked.

"Uhm, yeah," he replied, tilting his head to the side. "Like what we just did. I've never, uh, finished on someone's face and it was incredible. If there's anything you want to try, or want to do again, I'm willing to explore it with you."

"Huh," you nodded, thinking about it for a second. "So this is just, like, a thing we do? Roommates who sleep together and try new, potentially fucked up sex stuff?" you asked flatly.

"If you want to," he spoke, "I just know that I, uh, I like being with you, like that," he admitted.

"Me too," you nodded, still unsure. "But like, just sex?"

"Just sex," he nodded, "No feelings allowed. I'm not doing that to you."

"Huh," you nodded, moving your hands up to his chest, feeling the little hairs beneath your fingertips. "Deal."

"Lovely," he grinned, pulling away from you to leave the washroom. "Movie tonight?"

"I've gotta finish this stupid assignm-" you started, but Shawn interrupted you.

"Can you just sit with me while I watch the movie, then?" he raised his eyebrows. You tried not to look down, his v-line tempting you to do more than just watch a movie.

"Yes," you breathed with a smile, earning a nod from Shawn as he left the washroom and left you to shower.

You pulled your hair out of its braid, allowing your damp waves to flow over your shoulders. It was a full-sweats, endless snacking, get-your-homework-done kind of night, and Shawn insisted on watching The Proposal.

"Ready when you are!" Shawn called from the couch as you collected your laptop and water bottle, also slinging one of the blankets from your room over your shoulder.

"I'm ready," you nodded, placing your stuff down on the coffee table as he sat on the couch lengthwise with his long legs spread, leaving barely any room for you.

He patted his thighs and opened them a little wider, signalling for you to settle between them. Your stomach did a nervous dip, a constant warning in the back of your mind telling you not to let yourself get too attached.

"Come on, I need to make sure you're actually getting your work done," he reasoned, pulling your hips down to settle in front of him and making sure your back was flush against his chest before he reached for your laptop, plunking it down on your thighs. "Comfy?"

"Y-yeah," you spoke, heat rising in your cheeks as you could feel him—all of him—pressed up against your lower back.

Shawn put the movie on, the muscles in his arms moving around you, trying not to disturb your typing. Your head rested beneath his chin, and he was wrapped around you like a freaking bear. His legs sandwiched yours and his arms were around your middle, and his head rested atop yours. You couldn't be more consumed by him, and while it was nice, it was beginning to tug at your heart strings.

Your writing assignment soon got the best of your attention as you got lost in the words spilling out of you, tuning out the film and Shawn completely.

"You hit the spacebar twice just there," Shawn muttered into your hair, pulling you out of your trance.

"What?"

"There are two spaces now," he reached out, pointing at your Word document. "Everything else looks good. No idea what you're talking about, but the flow's nice."

You were caught off guard, completely oblivious to Shawn actually reading what you were writing. It was beginning to seem that he didn't really want to curl up and watch a movie, he just wanted to curl up with you.

"Um, thanks," you nodded, finding the spot and deleting the extra space. You leaned your head back against him, proofreading what you'd written, soon finding that your hands had found his thighs beneath the blanket. They were firm and muscular under his sweatpants, and Shawn seemed to be hyper-aware of your movements because he was resting his head against the side of yours, breathing heavily in your ear.

It was hot, to say the least.

You began firmly pressing the muscles, kneading his thighs as you worked your way through the paragraph.

"Mm," he groaned, "That feels nice."

You craned your neck and looked up at him, meeting his honey eyes as he leaned down and pecked your lips quickly. You both broke into a grin and you snapped your attention back to your screen.

It didn't rest there for long, though. Within thirty seconds, Shawn's hands moved from your middle to the hem of your sweatpants, teasing the elastic waistband.

"Shawn," you sighed, "I've really gotta get this done."

"You've done so much already," he cooed in your ear, "Keep working."

You sighed and continued to read over your work as his right hand slipped into your pants, bypassing your panties as he slid his fingers beneath them, too.

"Shawn," you breathed, gripping his thigh as he dipped a finger between your folds, teasing your clit with the pad of his middle finger.

"You're so wet, baby," he whispered, "You want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop," you exhaled, leaning your head back against his shoulder. A smirk crossed his lips as he dipped a finger inside of you, swirling it around slowly between your folds.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you're so tight and wet and warm," he whispered, his hard-on pressing into your back, "I'm so fuckin' lucky."

"Shawn, more, please," you breathed, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table.

"More what, babe? What do you want?" he asked lowly, retracting his finger from your heat.

"Please, just touch me," you groaned, gripping his thigh as he dipped his finger back inside of you, placing the pad of his thumb on your clit. "Yes, fuck," you moaned as he rubbed small circles on your clit, breathing heavily in your ear.

He added another finger, pumping you more steadily as you released a string of gentle moans.

"You sound so good," he whispered, bucking his hips into your back as his fingers continued to touch you all the right ways. His thumb was speeding up and applying more pressure, causing your grip on his thigh to tighten as you tried to hold it together.

"Hey," he spoke softly, causing you to turn your head to look up at him. "Kiss me," he said, pressing his lips onto yours as his fingers worked your cunt to the edge. He swallowed your moans, massaging your tongue with his own as his fingers plunged into you, your thighs shaking relentlessly between his.

"Mm, that's it," he groaned into your mouth, "you're doing so well, baby."

You pressed against his lips harder, suddenly hungry for more after hearing his words of encouragement. He was desperate to make you come and you wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

"Shawn, right there," you whimpered as he rubbed your clit the way you liked, causing your stomach to do dips and twirls as your lips worked against his.

"Come for me," he whispered, his other hand reaching under your hoodie to fondle your nipples. That was all it took to get you barreling over the edge, a whimpering mess in his arms as he worked you to your peak.

"Fuck, Shawn, don't stop," you groaned, resting your forehead against his cheek as he worked you to orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cried out in pleasure. "Oh my god, oh my god, Shawn," you groaned, thighs trembling as you shook in front of him.

"That's it, babe," he repeated, softly rubbing your clit as you came down from your high, squirming under his touch.

He brought his hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean. "So fuckin' pretty when you come for me," he spoke huskily, reaching for your laptop and placing it back on your thighs. "Back to work," he spoke with a kiss to the back of your head, "And let me know when you're ready to go again."