Gloves And Us ✔

S Q U I S H

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I was full. My stomach was full.

I was rubbing my stomach while he was washing the dishes. I checked my phone to see if I've got any notifications, but I didn't. My phone was blank. Nothing.

I sighed.

Clenched and unclenched my fists a few times to get rid of that uneasy feeling.

The black sofa vibrated.

What was that?

The phone. His phone.

"It's Richard's message" I called out.

"Read it, baby"

I waited for a solid 2 minutes contemplating.

It's his phone. How could I?

"Go on love. Read it. The password is 2901" he assured. How did he know I was-.

I sighed and inserted the password.

Another minute of me telling myself 'he allowed me'

I quickly opened the message box and replied.

"It says 'call back. It's urgent' and then a bad word. I can't say that. I mean I won't. I, however, don't judge people who use those words. Some actually express-"

I stopped when he cradled my face in his hands.

"Breathe," he said softly yet with a demand.

I sighed and rubbed my chest a bit. Trying to calm down from rambling.

"I'll be back in a few" he informed me and booped my nose.

I blushed and looked away.

He's the first person who's sweet and caring to me.

First-person who isn't complaining about me and my behavior.

I'm happy I can call him my 'friend'

{Tell me why I did I sing THAT line of 'senorita'? They haven't even tasted each other. Shit. Sorry. There are some innocent people here]

I guess he never removes his gloves. I remove mine when I have to wash dishes or something like that, but I haven't seen him removing them. Not even when he made the dinner.

He came back and picked me up.

I have also noticed that he makes sure that some part of his touches me.

He actually 'secretly' likes that.

"Did you brush?" he asked and led us to the second floor.

"I didn't. Together?" I asked as I played with his hair.

Silkiest locks ever. I'm telling you.

"Together" he kissed the crown part of my head.

"I've got a guest room ready for you. There's everything in there. Towels, brushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, even clothes. I didn't know about your deodorant, so you can get that from Emcee's room, yeah?" He stroked my cheek.

"Yeah."

"Baby, I'm letting you sleep in that room, 'coz I don't want you to be uncomfortable in any form around me. I'll give you as much space and privacy as you need, okay?" he confirmed.

Another thing: he practically lives for the 'reassurance' . He makes sure I reassure him of his actions.

"Okay"

"Brush in my room, then I'll let you go to the guest room," he said gently.

I hmmed and kept my head in the junction of his neck and shoulder.

I blew air at his neck.

He spanked me.

Third thing: He enjoyed my butt more than me. And how does he show it?

Correct.

Those little spanks and smacks of his.

"That wasn't intentional. Shouldn't I even breathe?"

"Check" spank "your" spank "attitude" spank "Avha" he replied.

"It hurts" I mumbled.

It genuinely did.

He then stroked my hair and massaged my scalp.

{Is this the Aftercare we talk about? Yess it is!}

He opened the door of his room and reached the bathroom.

He made me sit on the sink and gave me the brush.

We brushed our teeth and he led me to the other room.

I was happy that he respected my boundaries because I've never slept with someone in the same bed. Never.

I don't like sharing the bed.

Ok ok. It's because I keep on moving in my sleep.

I sleep on the right and in the morning I'm on the left side. Upside down.

He softly laid me down on the bed and tucked me in.

"This bed is as good as mine. So there won't be a problem. If you want to sleep on my bed, let me know and we'll exchange the rooms, okay baby?" he informed me.

Will he spank me if I squished his cheeks?

Face cheeks. Of course duh!

I'll take the risk.

I hmmed and smiled at him, mumbling a low 'good night'.

"Bonum noctem" he replied.

[Good night]

Kissing my cheek, he left the room.

That night I had a good sleep. I didn't even wake up for once.

It was a good bed. But not as good as his.

He also had the extra pillow which I used in place of my plushy. I never had an extra pillow before. I never could buy one.

Is he my sugar daddy? hehe, that would be so fun. But NO.

Sugar daddies leave you after some time. I don't want him to leave me.

He's my friend. Yes. That's it.

 I still want to squish him. I smiled at my thought.

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Hey, can anybody give me a tight hug? I'm not one of a hugger, but I need it today.

I-I can't process shit rn.

Can you your fav holidays in the comments?

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LT

Byee bitches.