*Not really NSFW sorry. And I also want to thank @rikkisixx for helping me with this*
“What did I do this time?” he asked, clearly confused.
“Figure it out, Jack.” You were probably overreacting but this wasn’t the first time he had left the clothes in the washer when he swore he would take care of it.
He stood in front of you trying his best to remember what he did wrong. You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs to the bedroom leaving him alone with his thoughts.
A few minutes later, he came rushing into the room, stopping when he sees you on the bed in one of his shirts watching TV. You ignored him as best you could though he was trying everything to get your attention.
“Have I ever told you how good you look in my shirt?” You looked at him then looked away. His voice was almost enough to get you to forgive him. He sat on the bed next to you and leaned in to get in your line of vision. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“Yes, you are,” you said without looking at him.
“Come on, you can’t be that mad over laundry…” Your face said otherwise and he shut his mouth right away. “Am I sleeping on the sofa tonight?” You don’t answer but he stands with a heavy sigh and grabs his pillow angrily.
You flipped through the channels absentmindedly, missing his presence already, but no, you weren’t going to go after him. You turn the television off and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Just as you were about to give in and go get him, he comes into the room and crawls over you.
“Jack, what are you doing?” It was pretty clear what he was trying to do but you were still being stubborn. He kissed on your neck and sucked at all the right spots. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet. He sat up and pulled his shirt off then his sweats. You could feel him pressing against you and, God, did you want him.
You played along, grinding into him and kissing him back. You made all the sounds you knew he wanted to hear and he made them back.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said between kisses.
“I know,” you moaned. “But I still need you to do something for me.” You rubbed against him again and he gasped.
“Anything for you,” he said, voice muffled from being buried against your neck.
You pushed against him and he sat up to look at you, smirking lustfully. “Please put your penis away.” His face fell and you rolled over. “You can’t solve everything with sex, Jack.”
“Well, it was worth a try,” he mumbled and you turned to him angrily. “Kidding.”
You ignored him long enough to get him to leave again and he spent the night on the sofa.
The next morning when you went downstairs, he was already gone. You figured he had to work and decided not to text him or call him. You decided you were going to avoid him all day. When he walked into the house an hour later, you were surprised.
“I thought you were at work,” you said trying not to sound excited.
“Decided to take the day off.”
“Where were you then?” you asked, noticing how he kept his hands behind his back.
“Oh, just getting a few things.” You had no time for his cryptic messages.
“Show me what’s behind your back,” you said trying to look around him.
“Say please.” You glared at him and he shrugged. Suddenly, you heard a small growl and bark from behind his back. Your arms dropped to your side and your eyes widened. “Dammit.” He brought his hands from behind his back to reveal that he had been holding a puppy.
“Jack!” you squealed walking up to him and taking the puppy from him. “He’s perfect!”
“That’s why I named him Jack,” he said and you giggled. “I still got it.”
“You know, this does not mean I forgive you,” you said just to tease.
“Fine, I’ll just take my penis out again.” You looked at him and he laughed that raspy laugh.
“Not in front of the puppy,” you said as it licked your chin. “Tell him to behave himself, Jack.” As if it understood you, it barked and you both laughed. “Thank you.” You kissed him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
“I guess but you’re on laundry duty until further notice, sir.” He groaned and you kissed his cheek. “Love you.”