i combined this with two other requests and it isn't really angsty (i hope that's ok <3)
wc: somewhere around 500 (the shortest king!)
josette maskin x fem!reader - #4 "Don't talk to me ever again."
You know you’re acting like a brat, but you can’t help it. It’s not Jo’s fault that while she’s gone, you get into a routine, and while you love having her home, it takes a while to readjust.
She was only trying to help you remind yourself. Many times. Well you're trying anyway.
You can’t help but look over at your dog, your sweet, innocent puppy, wearing what looks like a mini version of your favorite sweater. Except it IS your sweater. Jo took the initiative, and you’ll give them that, wanting to help with chores. An evening walk, dinner, and a heated makeout session that ended up in the shower proved to be enough of a distraction because the next morning, to your horror, you woke to find your poor cashmere sweater shrunken in the dryer.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” Jo says, kneeling on the couch next to you. Your pout deepens, arms crossing further into your chest.
“At least Bleu looks cute… doesn’t he babe…look how cute our baby is…” Jo says, moving even closer to you, pressing little kisses to your cheek, hand rubbing your thigh.
“You’re not helping,” you mutter, glaring at your puppy, rolling happily around on the couch, enjoying the soft cashmere sweater on his body.
“I just–”
“Don’t talk to me ever again.”
“Baby!”
“It was expensive Josie…I don’t even know if they sell that one anymore,” you whine, huffing at your partner.
“Honey…” Jo breathes out, straddling your lap and pinning you to the couch.
“Oof, Jo… you’re…squishing me,”
“I’ll keep squishing you until you listen…” they say, raising their eyebrows, waiting for the huff and eye roll that lets them know you’re listening.
“I’m sorry honey, really, it was an honest mistake. I know I should’ve double checked before I put the load in the dryer, but in my defense…” Jo pauses, giving you a look, “I knew you were upstairs, in bed and naked, waiting for me so I was rushing.”
“Don’t put this on me,” you laugh, Jo’s lips on your neck.
“I will put this on you, if you didn’t corner me in the laundry room after dinner and whip your shirt off– I– I wouldn’t have gotten distracted!”
“Oh please,” you giggle, pushing Jo off of you.
Josette smirks, lifting you onto their lap and holding you close, hands rubbing up and down your legs. “I am really sorry, sweetheart… I’ll buy you a new sweater, okay?”
“Okay…” you murmur, looking up at them sweetly.
“You forgive me?” Jo asks, smirking as they kiss your cheek.
“Mhm…”
“How about… I do that thing I did last night? Will that help you forgive me” Jo asks, wiggling their eyebrows.
Your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly. “With your… the thing with your tongue?”
“I’ll give you a 10-second head start,” Jo says, a predatory gaze in their eyes, smirking at your legs shaking slightly. Jo laughs as you scramble out of their lap, waiting until you reach the bottom of the stairs before chasing after you, happy to make you forget all about the sweater.
