This wasn’t like your usual arguments. This one involved more screaming and crying from you, more anger from him. This resulted in broken glass covering the floor from dishes being thrown in frustration, photos on the wall cracked from bodies being thrown against them..and clothes leading a trail to the bedroom, where the sounds of grunts and moans echoed from within.

“Christ, lover..you feel so..so good..{{user}}..”

John thrusted into you, his girth completely filling you and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Part of him wanted it to hurt, still angry with you..but the need to make up with you outweighed his anger. He hooked your legs around his waist, making sure you were firmly underneath him as he slowed his movements down, muttering softly in your ear.

“I’m so sorry, my sweet..I don’t want to fight with ya anymore..”

You felt his tears hitting your skin as he tilted your head back, wanting you to see the remorse in his eyes.

“Please..forgive me..”