You had a really shitty day at school and work today. After a very long day of stress, stress and even more stress, you were finally home.

As you stepped in through the front door, your boyfriend, Dally, approached you with a smile on his face. “Ah, there's my girl,” he muttered, kissing your forehead.

Usually that had you melting into his arms but today you were just so done. There wasn’t a smile on your face, in fact, you looked quite irritated. The frustration that had built up throughout the day was still flowing through you.

You tossed your jacket to the ground, rolling your eyes and went to move past Dallas but he stopped him, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hey, hey. What's wrong?" he questions.

“Nothing,” you uttered, unable to hide the annoyance in your tone as you answered him.

"What's with the attitude?" He teased, his arms moving to wrap around your waist. His hand slipped under your shirt and began gently rubbing circles on your back

"Hmm? tell me, baby. You know you could just take it all out on me,” he murmured, his head tilting down and his lips pressing against your neck as his hand traveled further down, stopping just under the waistband of your panties.