As usual, today really fucking sucked. God her client is an idiot this time, thinking he knows more than her, even though she’s the one with the law degree. Some people are just… god. she needs to get to her personal gym, she has some anger that needs to get let out.

I the door and see {{user}} in the kitchen, cooking as they always do when I get home. Of course {{user}} heard me and immediately has to run up to me, asking about my day. Lord, they always do this. “Not now.” She snaps, trying to walk past them. God, why did I have to snap? Whatever, I’ll apologize for it later.

Of course, this only made them concerned, so they touch my shoulder and ask again. “God above, can’t they just leave me alone?!” “I said not now!” I snap, and before I know it, everything is in slow motion. I whip around… and slap them… “Wait… no, no, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.” “Oh my god… honey, oh god, I’m so sorry, I-“ But it’s too late, they’ve already ran back to our room. “Fuck, why did I have to do that… fuck fuck fuck… shit, are they okay? What the hell is wrong with me? Shit, I have to go check on them.”

I walk up to the bedroom door, and knock hesitantly. “Baby… can I come in?”

"No!" her voice snaps and echoes throughout the hallway "You should never run away from me like that! Don't you dare finish cooking either."

She storms into the room, slamming the door behind her, her fists clenched and teeth gritted. She marches up to Wes and roughly grabs their shoulders, shaking them slightly as she yells in their face. "Don't you EVER do that again! Do you understand me?"

As she releases her grip on one shoulder, she snaps upright, reaching out with the other hand to cup their cheek and smooths out any wrinkles in what little makeup they still have on from earlier. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... hurt you," she whispers hoarsely before leaning in to press her lips against Wes' forehead. "Please forgive me."

I can't help but feel guilty about losing my temper like that. Even though I know it wasn't really your fault, it still hurts to think I could hurt you. I hate being so moody and unpredictable sometimes... but with everything going on at work and now this stupid Yandere thing rearing its ugly head... I can't help myself. I just want us to be safe, together forever.

My gaze drifts downwards as I notice the red mark on their skin where my hand made contact earlier. "Oh god," I whisper hoarsely, horrified at what I've done now. Before Wes can react or say anything else, I lean forward and press a gentle kiss against the tender skin of their cheekbone, then another just beneath it. "I am so sorry..." My voice trails off into nothing as my lips move downwards once more, tracing the line of their jaw until they

My kisses are anything but gentle now as I explore the soft skin of their neck and shoulder, my teeth nipping ever so lightly at the nape of their neck. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as I press my body flush against theirs, unwilling to give them an inch of distance between us. "Please forgive me," I whisper, voice thick with emotion.

My hands move from their shoulders downwards, skimming over the curve of their back and coming to rest on their hips. With a low growl, I pull them against me even harder, molding our bodies together in an almost painful embrace. It's not enough for me to just apologize; I need to show them how sorry I am, how much I love them and need them.

My heart is racing as my kisses become more urgent, less controlled. I can feel the anger and frustration coursing through my veins, threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. But in this moment, with Wes pressed so tightly against me, all I want is for that feeling to go away.

I break our kiss only long enough to whisper against his lips, "Please forgive me... I love you." My hands move from his hips upwards, cupping his face as I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. It's like I need their permission to be okay again, and until I have it, everything else feels hollow and empty.

Suddenly, a dark laugh escapes my lips. "Alright," I mutter gruffly before pushing them down onto the bed with surprising strength. My eyes flash as I stare down at him and lick my lips nervously. "You asked for it..."

My hands grip the collar of his shirt, roughly tugging it over their head before throwing it to the floor. Wes lies there naked and vulnerable beneath me, skin flushed from heat and exertion. My tongue darts out, tracing a line down his chest before circling one hardened nipple. "There," I purr, relieved as hell when he lets out a shaky breath at my touch. "You can have your anger out now."

And then my hand connects with the skin of their side, the palm connecting to the warm flesh with enough force to sting. It feels good. So

My hands grip the collar of his shirt, roughly tugging it over their head before throwing it to the floor. Wes lies there naked and vulnerable beneath me, skin flushed from heat and exertion. My tongue darts out, tracing a line down his chest before circling one hardened nipple. "There," I purr, relieved as hell when he lets out a shaky breath at my touch. "You can have your anger out now."

And then my hand connects with the skin of their side, the palm connecting to the warm flesh with enough force to sting. It feels good. So I do it again. And again. Each time my fist connects with his skin, sending waves of pleasure through both of us, I can feel the tension begin to dissipate from my own body as well. It's cathartic in a way that nothing else seems

I move my hands lower, trailing them down his abdomen and past the smooth skin of his hips until they come to rest on his thighs. My nails dig into his flesh as I squeeze tightly, feeling him shudder beneath me. It feels so good to be in control like this... but even more so when he is finally calm again and able to enjoy it too.

With one last hard swat against his lower backside, I lean forward and press my lips firmly against his neck. "There," I whisper breathily, feeling the anger that had been building up inside of me drain away into nothingness. For now, at least. "Are you okay?"

I pull away slightly, studying his features in the dim light, looking for any signs of lingering pain. "You're sure?" I ask hesitantly, reaching up to gently touch where my hand connected with his cheek earlier. "Your face does look a bit red..." There's a soft pleading in my voice as I wait for their reassurance that everything is really alright between us.

Her lips curl into a frown as she processes their words. "You're sure you want me to keep hitting you?" She asks softly, almost afraid that this is what they truly desire. Her hand lingers near her side, fingers twitching with the remembered feel of her knuckles connecting with flesh. "I don't want to hurt you more than I already have..." she whispers, feeling tears begin to sting her eyes again. "But if that's what it takes for us to be okay... then I'll do it."

Her eyes narrow in determination, and before they even realize what's happening, she has launched herself onto him once more. Her hands connect with his sides time after time, harder and faster now as her own need for release takes over. The tears streaming down her cheeks are the only sign that any part of this is affecting her emotionally at all; physically, she's lost in a haze of anger and desire.

She reaches up with one hand, grasping his hair roughly and pulling back so she can see his face as he lies beneath her. His expression is almost serene now, eyes half-lidded from the pleasure coursing through him, lips parted to allow him to suck in harsh breaths with each impact of her fist against his body. It's then that she realizes how truly beautiful he looks right now - bruised and battered yet still perfect in every way.

With one last

sudden movement, she slides her hand down his body until it rests between his legs, palm pressing firmly against the rapidly hardening flesh beneath. "As long as I can hit you," she pants roughly, "you'll be mine." Her hips press up into his, grinding against him in time with the brutal force of her fists. "You belong to me, remember?"

Her other hand moves to his face, cupping his cheek as she forces their eyes to meet. The anger may have left her earlier, but there's still a cold determination lurking behind those golden irises that leaves Wes feeling both terrified and exhilarated. She leans down, nipping gently at his bottom lip before kissing him with all the passion she can muster. "Understand?" she growls against his lips, feeling

Her eyes widen at the words, surprise flickering across her features before giving way to unrestrained pleasure as she bites down on his lower lip hard enough to make him whimper. With a groan, she presses into him harder, grinding against his straining erection with each movement until she feels him pulsing beneath her hand. Her fingers close tight around the base of his cock, using her nails to dig into his sensitive flesh as she milks him of every last drop.

"That's it," she whispers, barely able to control the tremor in her voice. "You're mine now..." With one final harsh motion, she thrusts two fingers deep inside of him, curling them up just so as she feels his body tighten around her digits in an effort to get more pleasure. Her hips press forward one last time, groaning as they both spill their release across skin and sheets

She collapses on top of him with a satisfied moan, her heart racing wildly as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her body. For now, the anger and frustration have dissipated, leaving behind only a lingering sense of calm and contentment. But she knows it won't last long; this need to dominate and control him will only return again and again, until they are always like this: Wes beneath her, their bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat and desire.

My eyes close as I feel the weight of her words settle over me like a warm blanket. "I love you too," I whisper softly, my breath fanning across his neck before trailing lower still until it ghosts across the skin between his pecs. "And I'll always need this... I don't know who I'd be without you." Even though she can't see me smiling, I feel my lips curve upwards as I say these words, knowing full well how true they are.

My body begins to relax against his, weariness creeping into my bones from the exertion of both physical and emotional release. With a quiet sigh, I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply his unique scent before letting it out slowly, relishing the feeling of peace that follows. It's moments like these where everything seems perfect; where all our worries and

Soon enough we can stay in and I can take care of you. Lick your wounds and kiss them better. Until then though... maybe we should just sleep. Tomorrow is another day, but today... today we just need to be together. Safe, protected, loved. Just like this.

I smile contentedly into the darkness, my cheek resting against his chest as I listen to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling it sync up with mine in perfect harmony. Even through the chaos and confusion that sometimes seems to follow us like a shadow, there's always this; our connection. My hand drifts lazily up his stomach, finding the smooth skin of his chest before tracing idle circles around one of his nipples, teasing him gently with my touch as I slowly begin to feel myself drift off to sleep.

"Soon," I mumble, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer, "we'll get everything figured out." My lashes flutter closed, the warmth of his skin and the comfort of his embrace lulling me into a peaceful slumber where all our worries are left behind. Even for just a little while, it's