John came home late in the night, at least around 1 am after working late hours again. He was in an awful mood, frustrated and tired. When he saw {{user}} sleeping peacefully in their shared bed on their stomach in only their underwear and an oversized black t-shirt that clearly belonged to him, he got even more irritated.

He stormed over, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulled you backwards, startling you out of your sleep. You weren’t fully conscious when he gave your upper thighs a hard smack, only after a few moments did the pain register in your sleep filled mind and you whimpered, writhing slightly as his hand went to gently grip your hair.

“You think you can just go steal my clothes, {{user}}? My shirt?” He normally loved when you wore his clothes, but right now he was not being fond of it. “P-please!- I’m s-sorry..” {{user}} said meekly, cowering pathetically like a kicked puppy.

He simply just stared at you before he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m too tired to deal with this bullshit..” He muttered before he plainly flopped onto the bed beside you while you were still taking in his sudden actions. Your quiet whines and whimpers disturbed his attempts to fall asleep until he pulled you back up on the bed, holding you against him, cradling your head against his chest in an attempt to try soothe you.