"(Y/n),my love. Put that phone down and stop with that nonsense." Fyodor,sighing in exasperation.
"But Baby,I'm not even joking,you're so perfect."
"Angel,my darling angel. I will not be stepping on you,at all. "
"But Babyyyyy." You whined,pouting at him.
He rolled his eyes,putting his book down he stood up and made his way over to you. Fyodor got onto the couch,and he leaned over you,soon his hair framed your face.
Your face flushed a deep rosy red,and he smirked at that.
"The phone." He demanded.
Without as much as a second thought,you handed it over.
He then flashed a devious smirk,and raised himself.
"Wait!" You exclaimed.
"What is it?" He asked,sparing you a glance.
"If you take away my main form of entertainment,then you have to at least occupy my time...It's only fair."
He stopped,and raised an eyebrow.
"Really now?What do you suppose I do to entertain you,my dear?"
"Oh come on,I'm sure you can think of something."
"Tv?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"Meet me in my bedroom,you'll find out prettt soon."
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Why are most of these ending so spicy💆♀️I'm sorry I can't help it💆♀️💆♀️💆♀️💆♀️