How to Relieve Stress 101

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Stress can be handled in many different ways. For Kyungsoo and his wife, sex is a good way.

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Your book editorial job has never been a very stressful career. It was quite simple really: read a manuscript and deem it alright for publishing. Yet, today just happened to be stressful. The manuscript that you put off for several weeks due to spending too much time with your husband, finally catching up to you and it was to be fully analyzed and deemed appropriate by tomorrow afternoon. You were barely on page 135 of a 400 something paged book and you were already quite frustrated.

A glass of wine sat on your coffee table, computer open to reveal notes and analysis made. Your hair was loosely tied to the side, bangs hanging and blocking your vision yet you still managed to work like that. You huffed for the nth time that evening, wanting nothing more than to bang your head against the small table. "Fuck. This is all Kyungsoo's fault," you grumbled, hearing a pair of house keys jiggling. "Speak of the devil himself."

The door opened to reveal a medium height--yet well built-- young man. He carried a brief case, hair a mess and tie slightly loosened. He shut the door with a loud slam, shaking the apartment a bit. You tensed, glaring at the man who was busy grumbling to himself. "Next time break the door, why don't you?" you told him, voice full of sarcasm. His head snapped towards you, eyes cold and hard. "Maybe I will." His chocolatey voice was low and almost like a growl and you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

 You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to your computer screen, typing away. Faint jazz music played from it, calming down your stressed out mind. But it worked the opposite for Kyungsoo. "Can you turn that off? It's awfully loud Y/N," he said, irritation clear in his voice. You ignored him, choosing to not get distracted by your fuming husband.

"I said to turn it off Y/N. It's bothering me-"

"Well too bad! It helps me work Kyungsoo. Deal with it," you shot back, noticing the ice-cold glare he sent you. To aggravate him further, you turned up the volume, shooting Kyungsoo a sarcastic smile. Kyungsoo gave an animalistic growl, striding to you and your 'work' place. "Turn it the fuck off Y/N. I'm not going to ask you again." You snickered, pulling the manuscript closer to you. "How about no."

Kyungsoo slammed your computer shut, the music cutting off. He was still considerate enough to make sure whatever you were working on was saved. He pushed up the glasses that were perched on his nose, smirking like the cheeky bastard he was. "I told you I wasn't going to ask you again." You gaped at your husband, looking between him and your closed laptop. "You asshole! I was working on that!" you yelled, eyes flashing angrily. He merely shrugged, hand taking off the tie around his neck. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, exposing part of his pale chest.

"Should have listened to me when I told you Y/N." You shoved your husband roughly, eyes gleaming dangerously. "I've been working on that for three hours Kyungsoo! I don't even know if I saved the damn file!" you shouted, your husband clenching his jaw angrily. "Look Y/N! I don't want to hear your complaining. I have important things to look over ad not to mention work was stressful-" You laughed humorlessly, throwing your hands up in the air. "And you think I don't? That manuscript is due in less than 24 hours and I'm not even half way done. It would have been finished already if it wasn't for you!"

Things were beginning to get heated, both you and your husband full of stressful rage. But along with that rage was lust. Kyungsoo felt heat rush down south, finding that you looked extremely hoot when angry. It was a mutual feeling as you absolutely loved it when you and Kyungsoo ended up having hot, angry sex.

"My fault?! Excuse me, I wasn't the one that forced you to go to Tokyo with me!" Kyungsoo retorted, moving closer.

"If I remember correctly you practically begged me to go with you idiot," you growled, also moving closer. He huffed, his muscles flexing.

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