Stephen's POV:
Business was going as usual until, "Let me speak to the manager!" I walked out to see a lady, "How may I help you ma'am" she turned to me with fire in her eyes. "This place is absurd, this man here said there will be a 20 minute wait for a measly haircut." I turned to my coworker Markus, he just motioned to the shop and it was indeed packed. "I don't know what to tell you ma'am we are very busy today, you know people usually make an appointment ahead of time." The lady scoffed and barged out, "Well there goes a one star review" Markus joked I just glared at him. This entire day has been shitty and that lady just made it worse. I couldn't wait to just go home to my girlfriend and get away from everyone else.
*At Home*
"Babe, I'm home." I turned the corner to enter the living room only to find her in my t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts on. I could feel my pants tighten as she stands up, "I missed you" she says jumping on me. As she jumped on me she rubbed against my throbbing man flesh and a slight groan escaped from me. "Are you ok?" She asked with obvious concern I couldn't help but to stare, "Mmm so innocent, so beautiful," I said while putting a piece of hair behind her ear. My head dropped to her neck, "Stephen what's wrong?" I didn't realize I was crying until then, "I just need some sort of relief!"
Y/n POV:
I could feel his tears on my neck and the next thing I hear is, "I need some sort of relief!" I couldn't help but feel as though my heart had just melted. I didn't know what to do but I had to figure it out quickly. "Talk to me, what happened?" I looked up at him his glossy eyes locking with mine, "I'm stressed and you walking around with barely anything on just doesn't help." A slight laugh came from him, "Stephen are you ok?" I said a small smirk playing against my face. Instead of answering me he started to kiss my neck gently as a small moan came from me he started to suck harder giving me a hickey. Soon we were upstairs and he was laying me down onto the bed. I could feel him pressing against my thigh as he climbed on top of me. Suddenly he sat up and looked at me seriously, "Y/n we don't have to do this if-" I stopped him by kissing him roughly and looked back up at him saying, "It's ok, I want to." "Are you one hundred percent sure?" I flipped him over so I was straddling him, "Does this look like I'm sure?" The rest is history...
