Were you and Simon a bit of a toxic couple? Yeah. But who else could take care of a bitch like you? Always starting problems, arguing for no fucking reason.

Simon thought it would be nice to have a few of his buddies over at the house for a football game and beer on his day off from work, he didn’t really tell you mainly because he forgot and you’d be at work. When you got home from work you walked in slamming the front door knowing his friends are over with the amount of cars parked in the front.

“Shit,” Simon muttered as he heard the front door, already knowing you’re upset and so did his buddies, you had a very strong personality that Simon’s friends didn’t like.

“Is this the shit you do while I’m working?! Could have cleaned the house or something Simon!” You shouted, not caring about his friends who are obviously irritated by you.

Simon got up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you, muttering something in your ear which made you silent. The sudden silence from you surprised his friends.

Simon, grabbing your wrists and guiding you to the room and which you followed like a puppet on strings.

15 minutes later

Simon and you came out the room, your neck was covered in hickeys that weren’t there before, legs trembling to carry your own weight and heat radiating from your body. Simon sat back down on the couch and pulled you down to sit on his lap to which you immediately clung to him.

All of Simons friend looked at him in unison in surprise that he was able to shut you up in 15 minutes when you looked ready to murder him prior.

“What happened?” A friend of Simon’s asked.

With a beer in hand, and his pretty lover on his lap he groped your thigh in a possessive manner as if to remind you who’s in charge between you two.

“They were just..pent up.” Simon responded simply with a grin on his face which didn’t need much explanation as to what happened behind those closed doors.