A/n: This one mentions smut but does not go into detail. Also, explicit language in this one! Okay, please enjoy. Let's begin!

My husband of three months, the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes, is currently in Los Angeles due to the fact that he has some interviews to do. I turned on the television and put on The Late Late Show with James Corden since that's what Shawn is going to be on. I smiled when I saw my gorgeously handsome husband appear on the tv.

"So, Shawn, in one of my interviews with you, you said that your now wife, Y/n, wanted to wait until she was married before she had sex. So, how was that honeymoon?" James asked. Oh God. Shawn's face turned bright red.

"This is a true story, there was one day after we had gotten back from the honeymoon, when I had my friends over and Y/n was upstairs. I didn't hear her coming down the stairs, so I was telling my friends about the honeymoon and what we did and how it was, and she comes in the room and was like 'Shawn, can I talk to you in the dining room please?' and so we went in the dining room and she goes 'Shawn, it's our sex life, nobody else's. I'm not mad, but please don't tell people about our sex life.' so that was the end of that and I think that if I start talking about it she won't be too happy." Shawn said, and I laughed while I sat on the couch at home. James laughed.

"Okay so, in general, how was the honeymoon?" James asked. Shawn started smirking.

"Pretty damn good. Amazing, actually." Shawn said, and I knew that he was subtly making a reference to our sex life. Oh well. James must have understood that he was doing that too because he clapped a little as he laughed.

"Yeah?" James asked. Shawn nodded.

"Oh yes." He said.

"What did you guys do?" James asked.

"Um, we spent a lot of time in our hotel room," Shawn said as his face turned red and the crowd, and James laughed. He continued. "But we also had a hammock outside of our room, so we spent a lot of time cuddling out there and we would go for walks along the beach."

"The beach? Where did you guys go?" James asked.

"Hawaii." Shawn said with a smile.

"Lots of memories made there?" James asked with a smirk. Shawn smirked too as he nodded.

"Oh yes." Shawn said. Oh gosh.

"Now, what is your wife's contact name in your phone? Has it changed since you guys got married?" James asked. Shawn smiled and nodded.

"Yeah I changed it so now when she calls or texts it says wifey." Shawn said and I smiled. His contact name in my phone is hubby now that we're married.

"Do you call her by her new last name a lot? Because she took your last name, correct?" James asked. Shawn smiled and nodded.

"Yes, she did. I didn't even ask her to, she just came up to me one day while we were engaged and asked if it would be okay and I was like 'Absolutely!' but yeah she loves it when I call her Mrs. Mendes. She actually, I don't think that she realizes that I've figured this out, but she'll call me Mr. Mendes because she knows that if she calls me that, I'll call her Mrs. Mendes." Shawn said. He was right, I had no clue that he had figured that out. Soon, the interview was over and I texted Shawn.

Me: Oh my gosh, did you really think that I wouldn't get your subtle references to our sex life on our honeymoon?

I soon got a call from my husband and picked up.

"Hey handsome." I said.

"Hey gorgeous. I knew you would understand the references, but at least I didn't come out and say it." Shawn pointed out.

"Yeah that's true. I miss you baby." I said.

"I know honey, I miss you too. But I'll be home tomorrow, okay?" Shawn asked.

"Okay. I love you." I said with a smile.

"I love you too Mrs. Mendes." He said, causing my smile to widen. We soon said goodbye and hung up. The next day, I was sitting on the couch when my husband walked in. When he saw me, he opened up his arms and I jumped into them. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms went around his shoulders as his hands went underneath my bum to hold me securely.

"Welcome home hubby." I said with a smile.

"Thank you wifey." Shawn said. He then set me down but we continued to hug. I suddenly felt bad. I then sat down on the couch and Shawn sat down next to me.

"I want to apologize." I said. Shawn looked confused.

"Why are you apologizing?" Shawn asked. I sighed.

"When I call you Mr. Mendes, it is to get you to call me Mrs. Mendes, but I swear Shawn, I'm not trying to trick you into saying it or anything. I'm sorry." I said. Shawn's eyes widened and he hugged me.

"Honey, I know that you're not trying to trick me. I love the fact that you love your new name and want me to call you that. It's okay baby." Shawn said. I nodded but for some reason I still felt bad.

"I just feel bad." I said. Shawn pulled away from the hug a little.

"Why babe?" He asked. I thought for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't know. I'm just overthinking I guess." I said. Shawn kissed my forehead.

"Well, Mrs. Mendes, I know what might make you feel better." Shawn said. I smiled.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Would you like to make love?" He asked. I nodded and we went upstairs and started kissing. I felt my heart race as if it were about to beat out of my chest, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my tummy, and I felt sparks shoot through me like fireworks. Suddenly, insecurities started to pop into my head as we made out. What about the girls that he had sex with in the past? Were they better in bed than me? I look terrible, don't I? Suddenly I pulled away from the kiss. Shawn gave me a look of confusion.

"Can I have a hug for a second please?" I asked. Shawn smiled and nodded. I put my arms around his shoulders, and as he wrapped his arms around my waist, it was like I was in my true home, my safe haven, my safe place. But still, I felt insecure. I suddenly didn't want to have sex. I just wanted to cuddle with Shawn. Don't get me wrong, sex with Shawn is great, but not so much when I'm feeling insecure. I felt tears well up in my eyes and suddenly I was crying. Shawn pulled away from the hug and had a look of panic on his face.

"Why is my baby crying?" Shawn asked. I tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming. I then went and sat down on our bed, and Shawn sat down next to me.

"I just feel really bad and insecure and a whole bunch of stuff right now." I said. Shawn turned a bit more towards me.

"Well, let's go through it all little by little and then we'll talk about it all, okay?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Okay." I said.

"Good. Let's start with you feeling bad. Why do you feel bad?" Shawn said and asked. I thought for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't know. It's the whole Mr. Mendes thing. I'm not trying to trick you when I call you that and now I feel like I should stop doing it." I said as I cried. Shawn shook his head violently.

"No. I want you to keep calling me Mr. Mendes so I can call you Mrs. Mendes. Please don't feel bad honey, I don't want you to feel bad, especially considering the fact that it's completely fine and I love it." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Okay." I said.

"Good. Now, why are you feeling insecure?" Shawn asked. I started to cry more and Shawn pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back.

"For some reason the girls from your past are popping into my head. Like, were they better than me in bed? Did they make you feel better than I did? And I look absolutely terrible and fat and ugly." I said. Shawn wrapped his arms around me tighter, but not too tight, and shook his head.

"Honey, you make me feel fucking amazing in bed. I don't give a damn about the girls in my past. Please don't compare yourself to them. You're better than all of the girls I've ever been with and -" Shawn started but I shook my head.

"That can't be true. You're the only person that I've ever been with so it's not like I had experience or anything. All of those girls were probably better than me." I said as I looked down. Shawn put his index finger underneath my chin and lifted my head up gently so I was looking at him.

"Honey, who cares if I was the first person that you ever had sex with or experience? You were, and still are, amazing. You're my wife, they were ex-girlfriend's and one night stands, so the fact that we're married makes our sex a million times better. You really are the best that I've ever had. And honey, you are literally the most gorgeous girl in the whole entire fucking world. You are not at all fat, nor are you ugly. You are gorgeous and beautiful and stunning and sexy and every nice word ever. Honey, I basically worship the ground that you walk on." Shawn said with a smile. I had stopped crying by now and I blushed and nodded.

"I basically worship that ground that you walk on too." I said, and Shawn smiled at me even wider than before. Shawn kissed my cheek repeatedly, causing me to laugh like crazy. Shawn eventually pulled away and just gazed at me lovingly while smiling.

"I fucking love your laugh. I know that you don't like it, but I love it." Shawn said, and I blushed again. A thought then popped into my head and I started to play with one of Shawn's hands.

"Um, I feel so bad asking this, ugh." I said.

"Mrs. Mendes, you can ask me anything, you know that." Shawn said. I nodded and sighed.

"Would it be okay if we didn't have sex right now? What you said did make me feel a bit better, but I still feel kind of crappy emotionally right now. Could we just go downstairs and cuddle please? I'm sorry. We can have sex if you want. You're my husband and I just want to make you happy." I said, feeling bad. Shawn's eyes widened.

"Honey, we don't have to have sex if you don't want to. Our sex isn't just me, it's you too, so if you don't want to do it, we're not going to do it." Shawn said. I nodded.

"Okay. I'm sorry." I said. Shawn shook his head.

"Baby, it's totally and completely fine. I know that you want to make me happy, but you're my wife and I want to make you happy too. Come on, let's go cuddle on the couch." Shawn said. I got off of his lap and nodded. We interlaced our fingers, and when our skin made contact, I felt sparks shoot through me, yet I felt safe and warm at the same time. Shawn laid down on the couch and I put my head on his chest and cuddled up to him. I closed my eyes as I listened to the soothing beat of his heart.

"I love you Mr. Mendes." I said. Shawn began to rub my back and he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too Mrs. Mendes." Shawn said. I smiled, and I must have been tired because I then drifted off and fell asleep. I love Shawn and how he can always make me feel better.