A/n: Smuttiness is ahead! Also, explicit language in this one. Anyways, please enjoy this imagine. Okay, let's begin.

Shawn's point of view

I sat in the meeting with my manager, Andrew Gertler, and a few other people on my team, including Ziggy Chareton, Teddy Geiger, Scott Harris, and a few others. I listened to them, knowing that I didn't agree with what they were saying, but I heard them out anyways.

"So Shawn, if you get in the studio by the end of this week, we'll set the deadline for this album as the end of the year. Then, you'll do promotions for it and then go on tour a bit after that. Does that sound good?" Andrew asked. I rubbed my face with the hand that has my wedding ring on it. I then looked at that hand and held it up for everyone to see.

"See this ring?" I asked. They nodded.

"Yes." They all said.

"Y/n put it on me just two months ago. All of you guys were at our wedding. Do you guys really think that I want to leave my newly wedded wife?" I asked. They all shook their heads.

"No, obviously not. We know that you love her, but Shawn, this is for your career." Ziggy said.

"And so what does that mean? That my career is more important than spending time with my wife?" I asked, feeling agitated.

"No, Shawn, you know that that's not what we meant." Ziggy said. I stood up.

"If I want to take a break from music for a bit to focus on my wife, and when we have kids, I'll focus on them too obviously, then I will. I need to go home." I said, grabbed my car keys, and left, ignoring my team calling my name. I practically sped home. I usually call Y/n to tell her when I'm on my way home from wherever it is that I'm coming from, but I just needed to get home to her. When I walked in the door, she stood up to give me a hug like always. I practically rushed over to her and held her close to me as I sighed.

"Are you okay baby? I didn't even know that you were on your way home." She asked and said. I broke down crying. She pulled away from the hug a little and held my face in her hands. I felt so bad when I saw the concern in her eyes. "Shawn honey what's going on? Are you okay?"

"I need you. I need to be close to you. I'm so fucking stressed out right now." I said. Y/n pulled me in closer to her.

"Shhh baby, I've got you. I've got you honey. What's going on?" She asked as she sat down on the couch. I sat down next to her. I told her about the meeting.

"But I don't want to leave you. Darling we just got married, and I know that we want to be married for a year before we start trying to have kids, and I don't want to miss any of their milestones. I want to be there when our kids say their first word, and when they learn how to crawl and when they take their first steps." I said as I continued to cry. Y/n nodded and wiped my tears away but they kept coming.

"Shawn baby, listen to me, I will support you no matter what you decide to do. If you want to take a break, I'll support you. If you want to get back in the studio to make an album and then go on tour, I'll support you. I'm your wife, and I'm always going to be here for you my love." She said and I nodded.

"If I take a break from music, do you think that anyone will be mad at me?" I asked. Y/n shook her head.

"No. And do you want to know why they won't be mad at you?" She asked.

"Yeah. Why?" I said and asked as I pulled her onto my lap so we was straddling me. I held her close to me, but it wasn't enough. We were both clothed, and I needed her skin against mine. I needed her.

"No one will be mad at you because you're taking care of yourself and doing what's best for you. It's not like your fans want their idol to be upset while he's on tour. Right?" She asked. I nodded as my tears slowed down.

"But most importantly, you'll support me no matter what, right?" I asked. Y/n smiled and nodded. Her smile gave me butterflies.

"Of course I will my love. If you want to get back in the studio, I'll support you, but if you want to take a break from music for however long, I'll still support you." She said.

"Which one would you rather me do?" I asked.

"Oh honey, this is your decision." She said.

"But I want your opinion. You're my wife, and I value your opinion more than I value anyone else's." I said. She nodded and sighed. I was pretty sure that I already knew the answer.

"I would love for you to stay home so we can savor everything together. If you stay home, you can still write songs if you want. I know you, and I know that you'll get inspiration, so you'll still be writing." She said. I nodded.

"Yeah. I think that I want to stay home and take a break from music - well, from being in the studio - for a few years. Maybe like five or six years." I said. Y/n nodded.

"Whatever you want to do honey, I'll be there right beside you every single step of the way. And if that's what you definitely want to do, I'll support you, okay?" She asked. I nodded.

"Okay." I said.

"You don't have to decide now, okay? Take your time babe." She said. I nodded. I felt needy for her, my amazing wife.

"Y/n baby..." I whimpered.

"What's up my love?" She asked, and I saw that the concern was back in her eyes. I put my lips on hers. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around my stomach, and I felt sparks shoot through my body. I then pulled away but kept my face close to hers.

"I need you kitten. I need you to relieve my stress. Please honey." I begged. Y/n gently kissed my lips.

"I'm right here honey. I've got you, you don't have to beg for it baby. Come on, let's go upstairs." She said as she got off of my lap. We stood up and held hands as we walked upstairs. As soon as we were in our bedroom, I kicked the door shut and she smiled at me.

"I fucking love you baby. You're my everything." I said as I pulled her close to me and closed my eyes.

"I fucking love you too baby and you're my everything as well. What do you want me to do to you Shawny?" She asked.

"Anything. Will you ride me first please?" I asked. She nodded and smiled.

"Of course honey." She said and we undressed each other. I eyed her up and down before looking into her beautiful y/e/c eyes again.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered and she blushed.

"Thank you baby. Do you want to grab a condom?" She asked. I nodded and grabbed one.

"Do you want to put it on me honey? You don't have to if you don't want to darling." I asked and said. She smiled at me and took the condom from me.

"Lay down honey." She said, and I did as told. I watched as she put the condom on me and then hovered above me. "Ready?"

"Yes, fuck yes." I said. She smiled at me and I helped her lower herself down onto me so I was inside of her. We both moaned and she put her hands on my chest, just like she always does when she rides me. I kept my hands on her waist to help guide her and soon, after she had adjusted to my size, she began moving.

"Oh Shawn." She moaned and I smiled at her.

"Oh Y/n. Fuck baby girl." I said. She began to claw at my chest, and I hissed. She pulled her hands away.

"Am I hurting you?" She asked. I put her hands back on my chest.

"It adds to the pleasure. Keep, fuck, scratching babe." I said and she nodded. I moaned at the glorious sight before me: my wife bouncing on me as her boobs bounced.

"Oh fuck Shawn baby. Will you help me go faster please?" She asked and I nodded as I held her hips and moved her up and down faster. She clawed at me more and threw her head back.

"Fuck kitten. Oh shit babe you're making me feel so good." I moaned. She brought a hand to my cheek and rubbed it with her thumb. I looked into her eyes and smiled. Yes, her eyes were dark with lust, but her smile was loving.

"Shawn." She moaned. I pulled her down, needing to have her boobs up against my chest, needing to feel so close to her. She's my release, she's my everything. When we have sex, we don't fuck. We make love to each other. It's more than physical, it's psychological. She laid on top of me and I raised my hips up and began to pound into her as our faces were so close that I could smell the mint of her toothpaste on her breath.

"Fuck baby." I moaned.

"Shawn, faster." Y/n moaned. I kissed her forehead, wrapped my arms around her waist, and started thrusting faster, bringing me closer to my climax. My wife, my amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, supportive, hot and sexy wife, continued to moan my name as she rested her head on my chest.

"Look at me kitten." I said and she did as told.

"Oh Shawn. I'm so close baby." She moaned.

"Me too. I want to cum at the same time as you." I said. She nodded.

"Baby, fuck, when you're cumming, just keep eye contact with me, okay?" She asked, knowing that our loving yet intense eye contact always prolongs and strengthens my orgasms and the same goes for her. I nodded.

"Okay. Fuck baby. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." I moaned.

"Me too. Ready?" She asked and I nodded. At the same exact moment, her and I both reached our highs and screamed for each other while maintaining eye contact.

"FUCK! Y/N! Y/N! OH FUCK BABY YES! I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD FOR YOU! FUCKKKK!" I yelled at the same time that she screamed for me.

"SHAWN! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING FOR YOU! SHAWN! SHAWN YES! SHAWN FUCK YES BABY! FUCK!" She screamed and we kept staring into each other's eyes as we came down from our intense orgasms. As soon as I could tell that we were both okay again, I flipped us over so I was on top of her. Since she hadn't been expecting this, she squealed.

"Want me to give you more kitten?" I asked and she nodded. I kissed her lips lovingly.

"Yes baby, more." She pleaded and I could tell that she wanted me just as I wanted her. I kissed the side of her head.

"Thank you for this darling." I said. She ran her fingers through my hair.

"Of course baby. Anything for you my love." She said. I then began to thrust into her and make love to her. I picked my head up and looked at her.

"Fuck kitten. You're so tight for me." I moaned.

"All for you, oh fuck. More Shawn, deeper." She moaned and I went deeper into her. She clawed at my back, marking me as hers and only hers. Yes it hurt a little but holy fuck did it add to the pleasure.

"Holy fuck babe. Scratch me more. More babe. Deeper." I moaned and she did, digging her nails in deeper. I hissed and then kissed her. I let my tongue roam and explore the inside of her mouth as I moaned. She then tangled her fingers in my hair and I pulled away to look at her.

"Oh Shawn honey. Yes baby, yes. I'm going to cum." She moaned.

"Cum for me darling. Cum all over your husband's dick." I said. Her legs shook as she came.

"FUCK! SHAWN YES DON'T STOP! SHAWN! SHAWN YES I'M CUMMING FOR YOU! FUCK SHAWN YES!" She screamed and her screams for me only turned me on even more.

"I'm about to, fuck, cum. I'm going to cum babe." I moaned.

"Cum for me darling. Cum for honey. I know that you need it. Cum for your wife." She said and my legs shook as I came.

"FUCK! Y/N! Y/N YES! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING SO FUCK HARD FOR YOU! SHIT BABE! Y/N!" I screamed and then continued to thrust into her until I came down from my high. My whole body, not just my legs, but my whole body, shook as I let myself fall limp onto my wife as I stayed inside of her. She rubbed my head.

"Shhh baby, you're shaking a lot." She said.

"That was, fuck, really intense." I said.

"I know honey. I've got you baby boy." She said. I nodded my head against her boobs. Y/n had made me cum so hard that my whole body shook in the past, but this orgasm seemed so intense that it was taking a while for me to come down from it and I was shaking harder than usual.

"Y/n..." I whimpered and she kissed my head as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'm right here honey, I'm right here." She said. I nodded as my body stopped shaking.

"Okay. I'll throw out the condom and then I have to go to the bathroom and then I'll be right back." I said and she nodded. I pulled out of her and did exactly as I said I would. I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and gripped the sink. I felt overwhelmed. I felt a mix of emotions and soon I was crying. Happy tears because I was thankful that my amazing wife had given me the release that I needed, but sad tears because of the break that I would be taking from music. I had never cried over sex before. There was a knock at the door.

"Shawn? Can I come in please?" Y/n asked. I cleared my throat and wiped my tears away.

"Yeah." I said. She opened the door and I saw that she had gotten dressed again, unlike me. She frowned at me.

"What's wrong with my husband?" She asked. I looked anywhere in the bathroom but at her.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I lied.

"Hey, no lying and no secrets. Shawn I know you and I can tell that you've been crying. What's up bubs?" She asked. I sighed and began crying again. I walked over to the bed and we sat down.

"I feel overwhelmed. These are both happy and sad tears. I'm sorry that I'm crying right after sex, I probably seem so pathetic right now." I said. Y/n shook her head violently.

"No!" She said. I held her hands in mine and began to play with her wedding ring.

"It's like, they're happy tears, because those were two very intense and very amazing orgasms that you, my amazing wife, just gave me, and also I'm so fucking thankful for you. But they're sad tears because of the break from music." I said as I continued to cry. She put her free hand to my cheek so I would look at her.

"It's okay to cry and let it all out." She said.

"No. I probably seem so pathetic right now because I'm partially crying about sex." I said.

"Honey, I've seen and felt your legs shake because of an intense orgasm in the past, but this time your whole body was shaking, and it was shaking hard. It's okay honey. I only think, and know, good things of you." She said and I nodded.

"The other reason why they're happy tears is because you gave me the exact release that I needed: you. But the reason why part of the tears are sad tears is because I definitely want to take a break from music." I said. She nodded.

"It's okay baby. Do you want me to hold you and we can cuddle?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Let me just get dressed." I said. I stood up and went to get some of my Calvin Klein's on and shorts when I heard Y/n gasp. I turned around and saw that she had her hand up to her mouth and tears in her eyes. Before I could even ask what was wrong, she spoke.

"I'm so sorry Shawn." She said. I walked over to her.

"What are you sorry for darling?" I asked.

"Turn around and I'll take a picture." She said. I did as told and she took a picture of my back on her phone. She then walked over so she was standing in front of me and showed me the picture. My eyes widened.

"Woah." I said. She had clawed and scratched at me so hard and so deeply that my back was bleeding a little bit and the marks were obvious.

"I'm really sorry honey. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you bleed or anything." Y/n said as she cried. I tossed her phone onto her bed and kissed her forehead. I then pulled away and began to wipe her tears away.

"My love, I asked you to scratch at me harder and deeper. I don't give a fuck about the pain. It only adds to the immense pleasure that you give me. You're marking me as yours when you scratch at me, and I fucking love that." I said. Her tears slowed down and she nodded.

"Okay." She said. I got dressed and then we cuddled as she held me in her arms, giving me a feeling of safety that nothing and no one else can give me.

"I love you honey." I said. She kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too baby." She said. The next week I had Y/n sit with me and hold my hand as I did a live stream explaining my break from music and the outpouring of love made me feel good. I love my wife and her support - and of course the great sex that she gives me - so much.