It physically pained you to sit at home and scroll through twitter, only to be met with pictures of your gorgeous boyfriend at the Academy Awards Vanity Fair afterparty. He looked so good, you practically drooled at your phone screen, zooming in on the areas of his body that you knew all too well.

Thankfully, he was hopping on a red-eye jet home as soon as it was over.

You were careful not to blow up his phone with messages about how good he looked, or how much you missed him. You knew that this was a great opportunity for him to meet and speak with some important people, and it would be better for you to just leave him be.

You limited yourself to one text message.

You: Hey, baby! I hope you're having fun—sure looks like it in the pics. It also looks like you're a tall drink of water that I'd quite like to climb like a tree, so you should probably get some sleep on the plane because you sure as hell aren't going to sleep when you get home. I fucking love you. See you in the morning, babes

He replied instantly.

Shawn: Oh my god. Be home in 6 painfully long hours. Love you more

You plugged your phone in, crawling into bed for the night. It was three in the morning, midnight for Shawn, so you knew his party would be ending soon. You swiped through all the photos of him on the carpet one more time, and a smile crept up on your face. A man? A man. A man that was all yours.

You woke up to a huge hand wrapping around your middle and the smell of your boyfriend filling your nose. You slipped out of his grasp, sitting up and crawling on top of him. His hands found your waist as his lips found yours, greeting you with a soft kiss that deepened into something more. He was desperate and needy, aching for you, and it was apparent in the way his hands gripped your ass and his lips nipped at yours, pressing against you as hard as possible. After about a minute of suffocating each other, you leaned back on him, sitting up with your palms on his strong chest.

"Missed you," he spoke through puffy lips, tired eyes crinkling at the corners as the corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Clearly," you responded, rolling your hips against the hard-on you could feel between your legs.

"You liked my outfit?" he asked, his goofy smile quickly evolving into a smirk.

"Uh, yeah, Shawn. Is that even a question? Such a beautiful man," you teased, trailing off into your own thoughts.

"Your man," he said, his face becoming serious. You looked down at him, tucking one of your golden waves behind your ear as you bit your lip. "Babe, I slept on the plane," he said, a smile finding him once again. He knew where this was going.

His hands gripped your hips as he flipped you underneath him. Always in control. His lips attached themselves to yours as his hands roamed your skin, lightly caressing every inch of you. He loved this—teasing you beforehand. You felt his perfect teeth nipping at your swollen bottom lip, soon finding a new home on your neck. His hot tongue burned fiery stripes along your collarbone as he breathed heavily, finding excitement in his dominance.

Thinking back to the pictures of him from earlier, your soul was set ablaze. "Shawn?"

"Mmmm?" was all he mumbled, clearly a little too in-his-own-world to properly acknowledge you.

"Shawn, Shawn baby, stop," you croaked, his head quickly popping up from the confines of your neck.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. You rarely asked him to stop.

"Shawn, you're so good to me. But I need you to do as I say, got it?" you asked, a firm urgency in your voice. His face broke into a shocked smile, aroused by your sudden boost of confidence.

"Yes baby," was all he said. He was playing along. Such a good boy.

"Lay down," you said, and he obeyed. You crawled back on top of him, settling on his midsection. Your hands stabilized yourself on either side of his head, your long hair tickling his face. "My turn, babe," you said, dipping your head down to give his neck some attention. You planted hot kisses from his ear to his shoulder, trailing your tongue back up his neck. Making your way up his jaw, you planted soft, squishy kisses on his face. His cheekbones, his nose, his lips, and an extra-soft one on that little scar on his cheek that you loved oh-so much.

You felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed heavily, absorbing the feeling of you all over. You planted one last soft smooch on his puffy pink pout, pulling back and hovering over him. His eyes were gentle, completely in awe of you. Your touch warmed his soul as he stared into your big eyes, completely at a loss for words. It was always him loving on you. He never allowed for you to take control and worship his body the way he deserved, so on the rare occasion that you did, a new fire was lit inside of him.

"So beautiful," he whispered under his breath, earning a blush from you. Thankful to finally have him home, your hands wandered his body in ways that it normally wasn't able to. Your palms found his broad shoulders, moving down his arms and giving his biceps a squeeze. His flesh was burning hot under your touch. You traveled down his arms, taking purchase on his calloused fingers. They gripped onto yours, giving your small hands a little squeeze.

Your hands found his midsection as you shimmied down his body, kissing down his abs on all fours. Your fingers teased at his waistband as he sucked in a breath, anticipating what was to come. You looked up at him through thick lashes, taking in his soft smile and warm eyes. Your fingers hooked each side of his boxer briefs, hiking them down his thick thighs, stopping at his ankles. His hard cock slapped his stomach and your mouth watered at the sight. Nothing got you more excited than pleasing him. Something about the way he squirmed as your mouth fucked him, or whimpered when you flicked your tongue on his head, or wrapped his massive hands in your hair when you were bobbing up and down his shaft instantly soaked your panties.

His breath hitched as you lowered your lips to his abdomen, planting soft kisses everywhere but his swollen cock.

You kissed along the tops of his thighs, traced his v-line with your tongue, and even cradled his balls with your dainty fingers. He was aching for you, and you were aching to please him.

You looked up at him once more, noticing the beads of sweat forming along his hairline. He was literallyaching for you. You took his shaft in your right hand as you flattened your tongue, licking along the underside of his cock. He gasped at the contact and you closed your mouth on his tip, wetting it with your tongue. Licking him once again to wet his dick, you started taking more of him into your mouth, looking up at him. His head was tilted back into the pillows, eyes crinkled up as his mouth hung open, breathing deeply. It had been so long.

His right hand took purchase in your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail so he could watch you.

"Fuck babe, look at you taking all of me in that pretty little mouth," he said as you fought back a smile. "That's it, babe, yes," he moaned, lifting his hips to thrust into your mouth. You released him instantly and his eyes shot back open at the sudden loss.

"I need you to keep still. It's still my turn," you pressed, insisting on maintaining control.

"Yes, baby. I'm sorry," he said, once again smirking at your attempt at dominance. You mouth found his dick again as your hand took care of what didn't quite fit into your mouth, pumping him as low groans and grunts escaped his lips. Your name rolled off his tongue like one of his songs as your mouth fucked him into oblivion, his hand moving from your hair to your own, giving your fingers a squeeze.

You slowed down, deciding it was time to give him what he really wanted. He whimpered at the loss but clued in when you slipped out of your panties and threw your t-shirt over your head, crawling up his body.

You could tell he was fighting the urge to touch your breasts, keeping in mind that you weren't letting go of the whole control thing.

"Such a good boy," you said, running a hand through his thick curls. His eyes closed and he sharply inhaled at your touch, writhing at the thought of being beneath you.

"I love you," he whispered lovingly, staring into your eyes. His cock pressed against your core as you rested against him, leaning down to kiss his soft lips. He kissed you back, with more passion than before. He needed this, needed you. Without breaking the kiss, you lifted your hips and wrapped your hand around his length, guiding him to your entrance and sliding down his shaft.

He moaned into your mouth, placing his hands on your hips gently. Lips still on his, you began moving up and down his length, in ecstasy at the feeling of him filling you up. It was magical, having him inside of you. There was so much love between you that it was something bigger than sex. He felt warm inside you, lighting a flame deep within your body. No man you'd ever been with compared to Shawn, and it was moments like this that you were able to let him know.

Your lips roamed his neck as you sped up, sitting up and resting your palms on his chest so you could get a rhythm going. You allowed him to touch you now, craving his hands on your boobs. His rough fingers rolled and pinched softly at your nipples as you took his length, whimpering at the feeling of his cock buried inside of you.

His head was pushed into the pillows again, mouth agape, eyes on you. He was taking this in, appreciating the view, a faint smile creeping up on his lips.

"Shawn, fuck, more," was about all you could get out, granting him permission to thrust up into you. His hips lifted from the mattress, meeting your movements and hitting you just right, resulting in a string of curse words escaping your lips. His name was rolling off your tongue as his fingers moved from your breasts to your clit, giving you attention where you craved it.

You leaned forward, changing the angle, receiving a low, needy moan from Shawn's lips. Your hands squeezed his strong arms as you kept your balance, bouncing on his cock harder than before. The sound of slapping skin and each other's names filled the air as you hung your head a little lower to meet his lips.

"Shawn, I can't, I can't last much longer," you said between breaths, his lips smiling against yours.

"Baby, just a little longer, please?" he said, blissfully enjoying being under you.

He continued to meet your movements with thrusts and rub small circles on your clit, and you knew you were a goner.

"Shawn, Shawn, I can't-" His hips stopped moving.

"Choke me," he said. Your eyes widened, meeting his gaze with a puzzled expression.

"What?" you asked, confused by his request. He was bigger and stronger, and almost always choked you. This was strange.

"You heard me. Choke me," he said, peeling your hand from his arm and placing it on his neck.

"Okay," you whispered, barely audible.

Moving again, he continued to work you with his fingers and fuck you from underneath as you applied more pressure to his windpipe.

You weren't sure how much was too much, but he was a moaning mess. His thrusts got harder and prompter, indicating to you to apply more pressure. His words came out as noises and beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hands stroked you just right, causing you to unexpectedly unravel on top of him.

You clenched around him and released, holding yourself up with one hand on the mattress and the other still wrapped around his neck. His eyes were tightly shut and he was getting louder, moaning uncontrollably. You had never seen him like this.

It was a yelling-volumed string of encouragement along with your name that escaped his mouth as his cock twitched inside of you, his body releasing with a shudder. You loosened your grip on his throat as a smile crept up on his face. You readjusted yourself, crawling off of him and laying down beside him. He pulled you closer, peppering kisses all over your face, leaving no skin untouched.

"That, was, amazing," he said in between pecks, thanking you for everything. The sun peeked through the curtains as Shawn's smile was wider than ever, holding you close.

It was such sweet moment, until you felt his massive, tattooed hand grip your ass roughly. "Looks like I need to dress up more often," he said, lips hot on your skin.

"You absolutely do," you responded, looking up into his eyes. "Round two?" you asked as you sat up, a look of shock quickly creeping up on his face, in disbelief that you're even still awake.

"Give me ten minutes," he said, shaking his head at your eagerness.