Buttercup entered her house, slammed the door shut and screamed angrily.
Her bad day started this morning, waking up at 7:48 am o'clock because her alarm didn't go off, making her late for the tenth time that month. When she was rushing to get her things in her bag, she accidentally spilled coffee all over her laptop, making said laptop go haywire, and the ten separate crime scene report, each with twenty five pages of pure, sleepless research, deleted in said haywired laptop. Of course, it wouldn't be a start of a bad day without a two hour traffic, leaving her to deal with her grouchy boss, who, of course, got so mad he lowered her salary for the month.
Then, there was a problem with a guy flirting with her to the point he attempted to rub his hands on her waist, making her ballistic and beat up said man, which, of course, had to be the son of her already grouchy boss, who, of course, made her pay the hospital bill, which made her really wish she didn't break both his legs when he tried to flirt with her in the hospital bed.
Then at lunch, she remembered that she forgot her wallet in her house, leaving her starving. Oh, and did I mention it was half off lasagna day, too? Lucky bastards.
Then, when she finally finished her job, two of her car tires popped, leaving her stranded in the middle of the road, starving and angry. Of course, her bad luck had to make her have a dead phone battery. She had to wait for three hours, and she was almost not surprised that the first car that came to her rescue was a car of a pig driver, who had a pig sitting right next to her.
All in all, she had the worst day in the history of bad luck. She dropped her bag on the carpeted floor and fell on the sofa, ready to just sleep the rest of the day (or should I say, afternoon), off. Of course, when she was finally dozing off, loud footsteps were heard outside the door, and the next thing she knew, Butch, her husband, strolled in humming a rather annoying song, and Buttercup groaned loudly.
Butch stopped humming, and entered the living room, finding his wife groaning on the sofa. Seeing as she was wearing her uniform, he can already guess what happened.
"HIM didn't take it easy on you again, did he." Butch said. Buttercup just groaned louder, affirming his suspicion to be correct. He lifted her head and sat on the sofa, before placing her head on his lap. He started combing her hair gently with his fingers, and she let him, one, because she was too tired to push his fingers away, and two, because she was beginning to enjoy what he was doing with his fingers. She sighed, content, while Butch continued to comb her hair. After a few minutes of silence, he lifted her up and pulled her close, making her sit on his lap, while he held on to her waist, gently pushed her head on his chest, and started rocking both of them gently.
"Care to tell me about how your day went?" he asked, rubbing circles on her back. She burried her face on his chest, before looking him in the eye and said, "Don't ask."
He smirked, before rubbing their foreheads together. "Tell me." He asked in a sooting voice, knowing that she needed to relax, and she's not going to unless she screams whatever it was that made her stressed. Finally, she sighed.
"Well, you remember how I rejected your offer of a full body massage?" She asked.
He scoffed. He remembered that alright. That was the first time she ever rejected a full body massage. "Of course I did." He said simply, knowing that if he gets mad, he's get sent to the dog house for a very long time.
"Well, I was doing my report on the ten different crime scenes, and..." she started telling him about her day, and he had to bite his tongue to stop him from laughing. Her having a bad day was rare, and whenever she does have a bad day, it was like she was the target for every bad thing that could happenin the world. When she started raising her voice, he just bared with it until she was practically screaming in his ear.
Finally, she stopped talking and took a deep breath, and sighed. "Why am I always a target for bad luck?" She groaned, burying her face back on his chest.
"Look on the bright side, at least you got me." He told her. She lifted her head and looked at him, before placing her head on his chest.
"Why universe?! What did I ever do to you?!" She fake cried outloud. Butch can already see her relaxing. Good. Wait. Did she just say...
"Hey!" He cried out indignantly, lifting her up princess style, and carried her to their room. She laughed when he dropped her on the bed, and started tickling her like crazy.
"B-Butch!" She laughed out. "St-Stop! That tickles!" She was practically gasping for air, weakly trying to stop Butch from tickling her.
"Not until you take it back." He told her, tickling every single ticklish spot she had.
"No!" She tried to slide off the bed, but Butch placed both his legs on either side of Buttercup's waist, securing her on the bed, and tickled her until she was red from laughing.
"Okay! Okay! I take it back!" She gasped out, and Butch stopped, making her breath a sigh of relief. He got off her, and she just laid on the bed, exhausted from all that laughing. Butch, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, looking at Buttercup's messed up hair, face red, and breathing deeply. He wanted to make her like that again, except he wanted her to be like that for a different reason. He suddenly had a dirty idea.
He started unbuttoning her work shirt. This jolted Buttercup to sit down, covering her almost unbuttoned shirt. She glared at Butch. "What was that for?" She demanded to know.
Butch shrugged, before saying, "You refused a body massage last night. I figured that after today, you might want it today."
Buttercup didn't answer for a few seconds, debating on wether or not to believe what he just said. In the end, she said, "Fine, but if you do anything fishy, you'll be sleeping on the couch until I get over it."
"Fine with me," was all he said, before helping Buttercup unbutton the rest of her shirt, taking it off, before pulling her skirt off, too. Butch had to marvel at her body, which was still as perfect as it always was.
"I'll go get the oil." He said in a hurry, hoping Butteecup didn't notice the large bulge in his pants. It didn't take a while for him to find it, and when he entered their bedroom, he almost ravaged her right there and then. She wasn't wearing anything, since she removed her underwear when he searched for the oil, she was on top of their bed, and she was laready in the position he wanted her to be in. He was a bit disappointed, since he wanted to take her underwear off, but he quickly shook it off, focusing on what he was gonna do.
He placed a large amount of oil on her back, making her shiver a bit, and making his dick harder than a few minutes ago. He started to rub the oil all around her back, and she moaned at the feeling, making him bite back a sexual growl. He started massaging her, kneading her tense shoulders until she began to relax, still amazed at how his hands can make her relax so easily. He started rubbing her back, massaging her gently, and when he could tell that she was completely relaxed, he lowered her hands to her legs. She frowned, but before she could say anything, he started kneading her ass, making her gasp in surprise, and just for that, she let him do as he pleased for now.
He lowered his hands to her legs, placing a few drops of oil before massaging her aching muscles. She whimpered when she felt his fingers close to her pussy, and his hand grazed her clit for a second, before suddenly turning her around.
Butch looked down at her, looking straight at her pleasured, and slightly confused, face, down to her D-cups, and lower until he saw her shaved mound, making him purr gruffly. He started massaging her face, and she closed her eyes, relaxing her body, and taking in this new pleasure of the body.
Her eyes widened in shock when she felt his soft lips on hers, his tongue forcing its way to her mouth, and she let it. She closed her eyes, enjoying their makeout time. After a few minutes, he gently pulled out of the kiss, making Buttercup a bit confused.
"Butch...What...?" She tried to say, but she suddenly felt his hand kneading her chest, and the other hand began rubbing her clit. She moaned, liking where this was going.
"To answer your question, you did say you wanted a full body massage, and your tits and pussy are a part of your body." He told her, while kneading her breast and rubbing her clit faster. She began grinding her pussy on his hand. He then let go of both her breast and her pussy, and began taking off his clothes.
As soon as his clothes hit the floor, he continued to make out with Buttercup, making her wetter and hornier than ever. After a few minutes, he let go of her lips and started licking her neck and shoulders, biting and sucking it like it was a sweet candy.
If Buttercup wasn't enjoying this, she would have shouted at him for leaving hickeys for other people to see, but now, she wanted him to mark every single part of her body. His lips went lower, and he started sucking her rock hard nipple. It took a while, but she started to give him pleasure, too. She grabbed his cock and started playing with it, squeezing his balls, and rubbing his dick, making him suck her breast faster and harder than before.
She suddenly flipped both of them, letting her be on top while he was at the bottom. He purred gruffly, loving whenever Buttercup tries to be dominant in the bed.
She turned around and started sucking on his hard dick, licking it and sucking hard like it was a lollipop. Butch, not wanting to be the first to cum, started licking her already wet pussy. He then started pushing his tongue and twirling it around inside her core. Buttercup moaned loudly, and began to push his dick deeper inside her mouth. He then pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his two digits, moving it around inside her. Buttercup started playing with his balls.
Butch suddenly bit her clit, making Buttercup gasp in surprise. She then let go of his dick with a pop, and turned back to Butch.
She directed his dick towards her entrance, and started bouncing up and down, riding him fast and hard. Butch moaned and groaned, rubbing his palms around her hips and waist.
Buttercup's moans came out louder and louder, until she was screaming in pleasure, and Butch suddenly moved his hands upward straight to her nipples, pinching it hard. Buttercup gasped, knowing that she was gonna cum any second now.
Butch suddenly lowered one of his hands and started pinching her clit, and she exploded. Butch came a few seconds later, filling Buttercup up with his seed. She stayed like that for a few minutes, with Butch's dick inside her pussy, before getting off him and laying right next to him. He pulled up the blankets and wrapped his arms around her, blissfully happy, before they both fell asleep.
The next day...Buttercup groaned, hearing her phone ringing, informing her that she has a call. She accepted the call without looking at the phone ID.
"Hello?" She said sleepily. She suddenly wished she didn't.
"Buttercup Jojo, where are the ten files I asked you to make?! I have been waiting for them since yesterday!" HIM shouted in the phone.
She groaned and got off the bed, ready to start another bad day.