Weeks passed, and you were pretty much back to your normal routines. Shawn was in and out of the studio, you worked a 9 to 5, you guys visited his parents every Sunday. Back to reality. Shawn seemed to be happier than the last few months, and you thought that maybe he was finally letting this baby thing go. It just wasn't the time.

He'd been short with you all day, texting only a bit. Usually you two missed each other by lunch and had to exchange a phone call, but today wasn't the day. His texts were dry and his mood was off, and you were pretty sure he was stressed with the album.

You got home at 5:30, making dinner for just yourself as Shawn would be staying late at the studio.

After a night of checking your phone vigorously and snuggling up on the couch alone, you finally drifted off until you awoke to the sound of your phone ringing, your husband's face illuminating the screen.

"Shawn?" you looked at the clock. It was 2am.

"I need you." he said firmly.

"What? Shawn it's 2am. Where are you? Can you come home?"

"I'm on my way. It's been awful. They're pushing the album back and I just—I just need you. Okay?" he spilled, speaking into the phone rapidly.

"Okay, baby. See you soon." you said and hung up.

Walking over to the washroom, you brushed your teeth and tousled your loose curls. Seating yourself back on the couch, you awaited Shawn's arrival.

About ten minutes later, he came through the door looking exhausted and defeated, yet determined the second he locked eyes with you. You got up to give him a hug, but before you could snake your arms around him he pulled you in for a deep kiss. His body moulded into yours as his tongue grazed your lower lip, begging for access. The kiss deepened as your tongues danced, Shawn's hands everywhere at once. Reaching down to your bum, he lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his middle, carrying you into the bedroom.

"Shawn, what's going on?" you asked as he was unbuckling his jeans, clearly not tolerating any hesitation.

"Baby, I told you. I really fucking need you. Will you just be a good girl for me?" he asked, a sly grin reaching his face.

"Of course, Shawn." you needed this too, so you slipped out of your pyjamas, laying naked on your bed.

"So beautiful. Can't wait, need to taste you." was all he said, laying on his front and spreading your legs to reveal your dripping core. He got right down to business, wrapping his lips around your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers. He was needy, breathing heavily and sucking roughly on you. His hips jutted into the mattress as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his face pulling away to meet your eyes. "You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Sh-Shawn, mmhmm." you could barely answer, a were a whimpering mess. "Please, please Shawn. Please let me cum." you begged, causing him to smile as his tongue dipped into your aching centre.

His tongue worked you to your climax, the familiar knot building in your stomach. Your hands tugged his hair as you came with his face still between your legs, his hips grinding into the bed more intensely. He was aching for release.

"My turn." you insisted, pushing up onto your elbows, but he stopped you.

"No, babe. I need you. Please, please just let me fuck you." he pleaded.

You let him win, wiggling to the edge of the bed so he could align with your core, standing over you.

He pushed into you with ease, allowing you to quickly adjust before slamming into you, hard. You cried out in pleasure—it had been so long since he'd fucked you like this.

His hips continued rocking into you, making contact with yours with each thrust. Shawn's grunts could be heard down the hall, and your cries could be heard next door. It was a mess, a beautiful one.

He only sped up, never slowing down, eventually wrapping a hand around your neck. "God, babe, you're so, so tight." he said in between breaths as your nails scratched at his shoulders, definitely leaving marks.

"You've been so good, baby, but I need you to cum for me again." he stated with authority as right hand moved down to toy with your clit, his left squeezing tighter around your neck.

He knew exactly how you liked to be touched, having you ready to explode in mere seconds due to his hands and his cock and the gorgeous view of his sweaty body fucking the life out of you.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, determined, to which you nodded in response.

Your legs began shaking out of control as his dick twitched inside of you, releasing into you as your body convulsed underneath him.

Slowing down, he pulled out of you, planting a wet kiss on your plump lips and collapsing beside you.

He lifted his arm so you could rest your head on his chest, planting a kiss on his shoulder as you settled.

Finally, it felt like everything might just be back to normal.