It had been a long day at work. You loved you job and didn't mind waking up every morning to go, but sometimes it really kicked your ass. One of those times being today. All you wanted to do was go home, get in comfy sweats, and watch TV. Hoping your boyfriend, Norman, will join you.
You unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped in, closing it behind you with your foot while you threw your bag and keys onto the near by kitchen counter. You slipped off your shoes next and started to pull your hair out of its pony tail as you walked into the living room, hearing the TV playing. "Hey," you said, spotting Norman lying on the couch with a hand behind his head, watching South Park. Of course.
"Hey, babe!" He called back, sitting up, making room for you on the couch. You plopped down onto it, "South Park?"
He didn't respond, instead leaning over and crashing his lips against yours. He took you by surprise, but the passion and strength of the kiss had wiped your mind from everything and you immediately started to kiss back. He let his hands run up your legs and sides while enveloping your lips with his, but then all of the sudden, broke away. You stopped yourself from letting out a whine from the loss of his perfect lips, "what was that for?"
"I have something to ask you," he replied. No wonder he kissed you like that, he was trying to convince you to give him the answer he wanted.
"..What?" You asked, almost afraid of what it could be, but also excited.
"I have to go to Georgia to film for a couple of months and I want you to come with me," he was holding one of your hands in his.
He wants you to go to Georgia with him? You were flattered by the question and if in different circumstances you would love to go with him and never be a long distance apart, but how can you just drop your life here?
"Norman.. I would love to, but you know I can't," you started, seeing him asking you why with his eyes. "I have my life here... My job.."

"Babe, it's only for a few months and you can meet the cast, too," he knew that you always wanted to meet the cast, being a fan of the show yourself, but you can't just drop everything here. Or you could.. You could because this is Norman.. and you don't want to be away from him for that long.
"Norman, I.. I don't know. I can't just up and leave my job to go on some vacation for months."

"This isn't a vacation, it's moving around for my work," he argued, looking at you with sharp eyes.
"It's work for you. I'll just be following you around doing nothing all day." You snapped. Even though it would be nice to spend all day with Norman, watching him do the things he loved, one of them being you, you still thought that you had a fairly good point.
"Babe, I'm not asking you to be my cat, I'm asking you to come live with me when I go to Georgia next weekend."

How could he want you to give up everything so you can follow him around like a puppy and only give you barely a weeks notice?!
You ran your hands over your face, taking the one out of his hands, and then back through your hair, tugging on them a little. Maybe you were over reacting? But, maybe not.. this was honestly stressing you out. You would love to go with Norman, but next weekend?! You still would have to pack, set something up with your boss, have someone come over to feed your pets, and the fact that you would be dropping your life wasn't very comforting either! You stood up from the couch and started to pace a little. "Do you realize that your asking me to completely drop my life, which is here? I don't even know if I can get that type of break off my job, Norman! You're not the only one that has to work!" You talked with your hands moving around, adding exaggeration.

"I know, that Y/N!"He stood up, too.

"What if I asked you to give up everything, Norman?! You wouldn't even consider it! So why is it such a shocker that your not the only one that loves their job?!" You were getting yourself worked up, mostly because you were stressed and didn't know what to do.

"How would you know that I wouldn't fucking consider it?! You know, I thought you would be happy that I asked you! Not get up my ass like I'm doing something wrong!" He argued back, and you pinched the bridge of your nose to not get to angry. He also had a point, but when you were angry your point was the better one in your mind.
"You know what, Norman? I don't know that if would fucking consider it! Because it's all about you! All about your job! Well what the fuck about me?! Can you not see where I'm coming from?!" Since he was famous, you felt that he always had the attention and appreciation. You loved how he loved his job and fans, but it was like you, with the normal job, were less important or appreciated than he was. You loved your job just as much as he did, and it also paid the bills, but somehow because you weren't famous it meant that it should be easy to up and leave it for months? Norman was about to snap something back, but you cut him off. "Just-" you breathed in. "Just don't," you needed some air to clear your head so you turned around and headed back into the master bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a small slam. You didn't know what to do. You didn't want to get mad at Norman for this, you loved him, but this whole situation was ridiculous!
You took a deep breath in to calm your nerves, running your hands over your face once again. "Y/N!" Norman called after you, soon to be knocking on the door. God, why couldn't you just get some air?!
You turned around and swung the door open, surprising Norman a little bit. "What?!" You yelled, a little more loudly than you meant. Norman didn't answer, so you took yet another breath in. "Is it so hard to get some air?!.. I just don't know what to do, Norman! I want to go, but you can't seem to get it through your head that my job and life are just as fucking important as yours!" You threw your hands up in the air. "I don't know what to-" you were cut off by Norman taking a step forward and crashing his lips hard against yours.
You barely let out a gasp before he was trailing his tongue against your bottom lip for permission. You wanted to hold out, to show him that you were still angry, but your head was spinning from his hungry kiss and hands all over you, so you parted your lips. Your tongues battled for dominance, but before a winner could be declared, he broke away and started to nibble and kiss down your jaw and neck. Everything that had just happened slipped your mind when he started to lightly suck on the soft spot of your neck, sending pleasuring tingles down your spine. Your body reacted and you started to grind your hips against him, feeling his hardness and then your wetness become greater. A low moan escaped your lips, making Norman's cock jump and before you knew it, you were spun around and on the bed. Not before you caught a glimpse of the lust and hunger in Norman's eyes, though.
You propped yourself up on you hands and knees, so your ass was in the air facing him. He brought his hands up and started running them over your body, then under your shirt and down to your breasts, gripping them tight while he leaned over you. He pushed your shirt up all the way and you both worked to get it over your head, throwing it across the room when you did. You bra followed shortly after and soon he was pinching and rubbing your erect nipples, making you both let out low groans. You couldn't take it anymore. You were throbbing and aching to have him inside you and take all his anger out on you. "Fuck me," you growled, causing Norman to let out another growl. He didn't need to hear it twice, and quickly started to yank you pants and panties down your legs. He tugged them off your legs, letting them fall to the ground, and then started undoing his belt buckle.

You couldn't help how turned on you were. Anger was being transformed into lust, and you couldn't wait for Norman to strip all the way, so you ran one of your hands down your body and started to massage your clit. Norman saw and bit his lip to suppress the groans that wanted to come out as he stripped off his last article of clothing. You heard him move over to you, but when he suddenly thrusted himself into you, you let out a scream and quickly grasped onto the bed sheets, squeezing them hard. He replaced your hand with his and started to tease your clit while you adjusted to his size. He leaned down and trailed soft kisses and bites up you back, taking his free hand to your breast and massaging that. "So... Fucking... Beautiful," he groaned out between bites, and then leaned back up, pulling out and slamming himself in again.
Another scream escaped your lips as shock waves of pleasure were sent up your spine and down to your finger tips, making you clench onto the bed tighter. Norman gripped onto your hip tight with one hand and started to vigorously massage your clit with the other hand, knowing neither of you were going to last long tonight and wanting you to completely let it out for him.
You had to bite your lip hard so moan after moan didn't come out after Norman kept up his hard and hungry pace, slamming into you. But, it was hard. Especially when he worked his fingers between your slick folds.
With each thrust, Norman went hard in and deep, hitting your sweet spot every time, making you start to see stars. You toes curled and you couldn't form any words past your moans to tell Norman you were going to cum. Norman didn't need to be warned tough. He knew your body, knew you like the back of his hand, so he started to rub your clit harder when he saw the signs. "Come with me," he leaned down and growled into your ear. You wanted to say yes, to scream it, but words could still not be formed, so he pulled himself out and then slammed into you with all the might he had. You loved it when he was rough like this, and the feeling you got when you swear he could split you in half. "Say you'll come with me!" He demanded loud, and continued to pound into you.
Waves and waves of pleasure crashed around you, drowning you in your orgasm when it hit you, hard. "YES! Oh god!- I'll GO! Yes, NORMAN!" You screamed, your walls clenching, sending him over the edge as well. He let out his own trail of grunts and curse words as the both of you rode out your orgasms together.

The anger you both had was gone and completely let out as you curled up on the bed together, panting and tracing the others skin with your fingers.
You slowly moved your head up and rested it on his upper arm, looking up at his shinning blue eyes. "I'm sorry for getting so mad," you could never stay mad at Norman and you knew some times you could overreact. He leaned down and kissed you lightly, making you smile. "I love you," he mumbled, "you're the most important thing in my life."
You smiled as your heart fluttered and skipped a beat. "I love you, too."
You would do whatever you had to, you'd make it work out, just so you could spend time with the man you love, right by his side.