Vox

vox hated making you upset. especially with him. he hated the way you’d ignore him or brush him off after he had said something he shouldn’t have. granted, you’ve said some things, too, but vox hates being away from you- he can never stay mad at you.

to him, making you mad was like clipping an angels wings, it wasn’t a pretty sight and he wanted oh so badly to fix it and make it better.

“you know i’m sorry, right? i never meant to make you upset.” mumbling into your neck, his hand slides down to grab your thigh and pull it further up his waist, cock sliding in and out of you at a slow, almost agonizing pace. vox didn’t mean to say it- he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings— really.

this was his way of making it up to you, his way of apologizing. he was never good with words- not when it came to the emotional aspect. he found he was better at showing you how he felt, apologizing in his own way.

“you can forgive me, yeah? m’sorry for arguing with you.” his other hand held the back of your head as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he squeezed your thigh, grinding into you and letting out a muted moan, hips stuttering.

he prayed you’d forgive him.