It had been a rough week this week. That seems to becoming a latter as you told yourself that last week too. You had been so busy with working on important things you hadn't hardly given your boyfriend Changkyun the time of day. You two hadn't seen each other in probably a month or more; you couldn't tell. Every day blends into every week it seems. He's normally very busy, however he finally has some time off now that your schedule is packed; like fate has a bone to pick with your relationship with Changkyun. Changkyun was a patient man, however not seeing or hardly even talking to you, his girlfriend, was starting to whittle those patience away.
You're on the train on your way home from a long day at work; thankfully the last yet another treacherous week. As you pass by each station waiting to reach your destination, you close out an email you were in the middle of writing to your boss to text Changkyun.
"Hey baby! I'm heading home right now. Let's video chat a little tonight!" You send him, feeling remorse for being so neglectful towards your boyfriend. Before you can even close out the chat and finish that email you notice he saw the message. But he didn't reply. You knew he was growing more and more frustrated with your absence day by day but weren't sure if he was mad at your currently or just waiting for you to get home.
Once you're in the door of your apartment you shoot him another text letting him know you're home and again, before you even lock your phone he's seen the message. No response. You know he's mad now. Instead of video chatting him, you call him instead because you know you need to talk with him. He picks up almost right away. "I can't believe you had the time to spare 10 seconds to call me tonight. What's up?" He said passive aggressively. "Babe I know we need to talk. Can I please explain myself?" He didn't say anything, instead letting you have time to continue speaking. "I've been so shitty to you lately because I've let work take over my life this past month or so. I've just been really stressed about getting everything finished in time." Before you can ramble on he speaks; "Let me come relieve some of that stress then. I haven't seen you in a month, you know." This took you by surprise whether it should have or not. You should have expected an answer like that. Without missing a beat you quip back "You know where to find me; I'll be waiting."
"I'll be there in 20 minutes. See you soon, love." He hung up. You rush to put your stuff away and freshen up from the long day you had. You change out of your work clothes and clean yourself up with a quick bath.
It didn't occur to you just how badly you missed being with him; both physically and intimately.
Before long, you hear a knock on your front door. Now in your fuzzy cinnamonroll robe on he bought you for your birthday to cover the lingerie you got for the anniversary date you had to skip to work late, you open the door to find him looking both irresistible and a little pissed off. He wore that leather jacket he knows drive you crazy. You step aside and let him in, knowing what's coming. He slams the door shut behind him and shove you into the wall. "Do you have any idea how frustrated I am?"
You felt the fire in his eyes burning into your very core. You know not to speak and let him continue. "Bedroom. Now."
You grab his hand and drag him back to your room. "What did you wanna-" before you finish he shove you to the bed and unties the front of your fuzzy robe. He seems momentarily pleased with what he sees but changes his focus to taking his shirt off and hovering over you to kiss you deeply. You hear his jacket his the floor beside him. He stands back up pulling you to sit up on the edge of the bed. "I think you owe me an apology, babe." He says darkly. "How can i make it up to you baby?" You ask him sincerely. "You can start with unbuckling my belt. We'll see where it goes from there." You hadn't seen him so assertive and aggressive in a long time; this was exciting. With a new rush of adrenaline you make quick work of getting his belt off and getting him out of his jeans. Once his jeans are discarded along with his shirt and jacket you look back up at him quizzically, wondering what he wants next. Normally you put up more of a fight for dominance but you feel like you owe it to him to not fight him on something he's waited so long for. He tugs on your robe to take it off because he wants to see the pretty set of lingerie it was partially covering. He grabs your arm and pulls you to stand up so he can see it in all its glory. He circles you like a shark stalking it's prey; eyes hungry to consume every sight of you there is to see. "This little number stays on tonight." He states.
