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“Pipsqueak?” I asked softly as you barged into my room so late at night, my eyes heavy from reading a book before bed.
“Is everything okay?” I went to reach for you, but you swatted my hand away; climbing on top of me with eyes that looked like fire.
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Hey, Pipsqueak. It’s your annoyingly handsome big brother here - have you hydrated today? Got some fresh air? Told yourself you’re worthy of good things?
Be a good girl, yeah? When I’m home I’ll run you a bath and wash your hair the way you like.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I.. love you. I- I love you. I love you, I love- I love you. I love you. God- I love you. L-love you.. I.. I.. l-love.. you.
(1/?) You came home after gym to find me on your bed, the muscles of my back straining with each roll of my hips as I ground down against your pillow. I had your sleep shirt pressed to my nose, a low groan escaping me as my toes curled and my thighs trembled.
“Fuck-“ I hissed.
Against the wall, my hand squeezing your hip softly, the other grabbing your wrist and pinning it beside your head.
“You’re blushing.” I whisper against your ear, voice gravel rough.
“If you’re going to hit me..” I stepped back, guiding your small hand to my throat.