Your phone lit up on your nightstand as the clock indicated it was two in the morning. You snapped awake immediately, not that you were sleeping very well anyway.

There were only two possibilities—Shawn was missing home more than usual or someone had died. You prayed for the former.

Shawn was a few shows into his tour and he'd been away about two weeks. The time change was nothing crazy, only three hours, but sometimes he forgot that you had a life and needed rest, too.

A smile graced your lips as you saw his face lighting up the screen, which happened to be of a post-sex selfie taken a few months back. His hair was messy and eyes wild, the base of his neck ending just above the home button of your iPhone. Your thumb swept across the screen as you lifted the device to your ear, a soft "Hello?" escaping your lips.

"Baby," he breathed, low and husky. You could tell he was needy by the tone of his voice and the hour he was calling.

"Shawn," you replied, a lazy grin still plastered on your cheeks.

"Um, I'm sorry for waking you," he spoke softly.

"No you're not," you giggled, heart swelling at the sound of his chuckle on the other end of the line.

"You're right, I'm not."

"What's up, babe? Feelin' down about something?" you asked as you propped up some pillows behind you and sat up in the large bed you usually shared with Shawn.

"Um, actually, no," he giggled, "It's kind of the opposite."

"What?" you questioned, forehead crinkling in confusion.

"Babe," he gulped, "I um, I need you."

Heat spread between your thighs as you gawked at his words, switching the lamp on beside you.

"Well, I mean, you could come home and have me," you teased, "because I'm all yours. Tell me, Shawn, what do you want–need–to do to me?" you asked innocently, wetness already pooling in your thin panties. It was rare that you did this over the phone, but he never failed to put you in the mood. As you awaited his response, you shimmied out of your underwear and rested atop the duvet, thighs spread.

"Um," he croaked, taken aback by your sudden eagerness.

"Baby, I'm waiting. I'm naked, too. And I'm soaked," you breathed, aware that you were driving him absolutely crazy. He groaned on the line, and you could only imagine that he was stroking his thick cock in his large hand, muscular thighs spread.

"Fuck, shit, okay," he breathed, and you could hear him shifting. Probably slipping out of his boxers if he hadn't already. "Um, fuck, baby, I uh, I want to fuck you."

"How do you want me?" you breathed, hand slipping between your thighs as you teased your folds. No one turned you on more quickly than Shawn.

"Oh god, on your knees," he groaned, "want your ass up so I can stare at those pretty cheeks while I fuck you," he spoke lowly, a soft moan escaping his lips afterward.

"What else, Shawn?" you cooed, dipping a finger into your slick core, a whimper escaping your lips.

"Fuck, babe, are you touching yourself?" he asked surprisedly.

"Wish it was you touching me," you groaned, bucking your hips up to meet your hand.

"Jesus," he sighed, "I need to feel you, baby. Need your tight little cunt on my thick cock," he growled, a wave of heat coursing through your veins. "Wanna fuck you so hard, want you to scream for me, for all the fuckin' neighbours to hear," he continued, and you were almost sure you could hear him pumping his shaft through the phone. "Want you to ride my fuckin' face, come all over my tongue."

"Fuck, Shawn," you sighed, inserting another finger into your core. "Baby, have you started?"

"Uh, not really," he spoke with a chuckle, "was kinda hoping you could help me out with that."

"Mm, okay," you smirked, settling back against the pillows, "let me tell you what to do."

You heard him release a shaky breath and imagined him nodding his head.

"What are you wearing, Shawn?" you asked smoothly.

"Mm, nothing," he responded, his smile evident in his tone. You were so fucked for each other.

"Perfect. Are your thighs spread for me?" you questioned.

"'Course," he said flatly, and your stomach turned at the mental image of those thick thighs resting on the sheets.

"Tell me, Shawn, are you hard? Are you hard for me?"

"Fucking throbbing, babe," he groaned, "please."

You closed your eyes, picturing his hardened length. You loved his rosy tip, and you were sure a beautiful pearl of precum was leaking down his shaft.

"Alright, baby, I want you to start with your left hand, okay?" you asked as he softly agreed, "cup your balls. Can you do that for me?"

He gulped, a soft "mmhm" escaping his lips.

"Okay, now with your right hand, I want you to trace your nails up and down your inner thigh, just like I do," you smiled, knowing this would make him go wild.

"Babe, please," he groaned as he rolled his balls in his hand.

"Think about me, Shawn," you cooed, "think about my hands on you as you anticipate the feeling of my lips on you," you spoke, earning a groan from him, "my hot breath on your cock before I take all of you into my mouth, yeah?" you teased.

"P-please," he spoke, that seemingly being the only thing he could say. In the meantime, your middle finger took purchase on your clit and began drawing small circles over the sensitive bud.

"Okay, Shawn, I'll give you what you want," you breathed, "wrap your hand around the top of your shaft."

"Alright," he croaked.

"Squeeze a bit, I want you to twist your wrist while you pump your cock," you stated, "only cover as much as I do when I suck it, babe."

"Oh my god," he groaned into the microphone, his breath growing more shaky.

"Miss my lips around your cock, baby?" you asked seductively, a responsive moan escaping his lips. "Move your hand to the base, baby. Faster, okay?"

He released another groan, this one louder as he pumped his length in his hand. You spread your wetness from your heat to your clit, adding a bit of pressure as you squirmed on top of the comforter.

"I can't hear you, Shawn," you pressed.

"Hm, w-what?" he asked.

"I can't hear you. Moan for me," you whispered, aching to hear his soft sounds once again.

"Oh, oh fuck," he groaned, the sound of him pumping his cock audible through the line.

"Better. Now close your eyes and imagine I'm sitting on your dick," you smirked, walls clenching at the noises coming from his throat. "That feel good, baby?" you asked, "feel good when I bounce on your cock like that?" you couldn't believe the language escaping your lips, but it lit a whole new fire inside of you that you were dying to explore.

"God, yes, fuck," he panted.

"Want you to fuck up into me, Shawn," you mewled, "Harder."

He was a moaning mess over the line, a string of profanities escaping his sinful lips.

"How's it feel, baby?" you asked, longing to hear him struggle to speak.

"F-feels so, so good, babe," he panted, voice on the verge of cracking, "I miss you, fuck, I miss your mouth and that tight little pussy."

Your stomach twisted, a pulse throbbing in your clit as you felt yourself getting close.

"More, Shawn," you groaned, "need more."

"I'll give you more, baby," he panted, an array of moans escaping his lips as he fucked his hand. You stopped your assault on your heat, an idea overcoming your senses.

"Yes, Shawn, fuck me," you whispered, a wicked grin spread across your lips.

"Uh, ah, fuck, babe, baby I'm so close," he grunted, volume increasing.

"That's it, Shawn, right there," you teased.

"Fuck, babe, that's it, m'gonna come," he panted, soft moans escaping his mouth.

You took a deep breath, cursing yourself for what you were about to do.

"No you're not," you spoke flatly.

"W-what?" he asked, movements coming to a sudden halt.

"Not gonna come, Shawn."

"W-what do you mean? What the f-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Not allowed to come until you make me come," you breathed, a hand slipping between your thighs again. He released a shaky breath, and you were positive a devilish grin was stretched over his cheeks.

"Hm, okay, baby," he spoke, voice low and raspy, "you want me to make you come?"

"S'what I asked for," you snapped with a roll of your eyes.

"Don't get smart," he scolded, "need you to be a good girl for me."

You took a deep breath, smiling at his words. That was exactly what you wanted.

"What's that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you," he pressed, both of you aware that you hadn't said a word.

"M'sorry," you spoke, imagining his hand coming down on your ass, hard.

"That's better," he grinned, "so wet for me."

"You wouldn't know," you teased, a laugh audible through the phone.

"You're always wet for me," he breathed, causing your stomach to twirl again. His confidence in bed was the biggest turn-on. "What do you want, babe? You want my mouth?" he cooed.

"Mm, fuck, yes," you whimpered, suddenly weakened at the thought of him having his way with you.

"Fair enough," he smirked, "want you to use your fingers the way I use my tongue. Can you do that, princess?" he asked softly.

"Mhm," you nodded, aware he couldn't see you moving your head in agreement.

"Just your middle finger, okay?" he asked, "trace it up your slit, okay, love?"

You did as he instructed, releasing a loud moan at the sudden contact.

"You sound so good, baby," he spoke softly, "want you to rub your clit, okay? Gently, just like I do with my tongue."

You groaned as your finger softly flicked your clit back and forth, trying your best to replicate the tip of his tongue.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he cooed, "so good for me. Speed up a bit," he spoke, a little out of breath. You knew he was pumping himself again, moving closer to the edge. You whimpered in response, a wave of warning shooting through your abdomen as you neared release.

"Not yet, honey," he insisted, "I love your taste too much. Tell me, can you add another finger?"

You did as you were asked, adding your index finger to your assault on your clit.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Fuck, Shawn, so fucking good," you panted, thighs beginning to tremble.

"You close?" he questioned, a moan also escaping his lips.

"Fuck, yes, Shawn," you whispered, throwing your head back at the feeling of your fingertips swirling around in your wetness.

"Good, baby, I want you to come with me," he groaned, "think you can?"

"Mhm," you panted, adding the pressure you needed to throw yourself over the edge.

"Fuck, baby, now," he cried, "come with me."

His loud moans echoed through the speaker as your walls clenched, relief washing over your body. Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath, muscles spent from the intensity of your orgasm.

"You okay?" he asked, sounding as if he were smiling again.

"Yeah," you grinned, pulling your underwear back up your thighs, "are you?"

"Still miss you," he sighed, "I gotta go clean up, though. It's all over my stomach."

You giggled, "Okay, baby, have fun with that. I've gotta be up in a few hours for work, though."

"I know," he groaned, shuffling noises filling your ear. He turned the tap on, clearly tidying himself up.

"Call me when you wake up?" you questioned.

"Of course, love. Goodnight," he replied.

"Night, babe," you responded, hanging up the phone and climbing out of bed. Little did he know, you had a flight to catch in a few hours and would be there when he woke up.