You Must Love Me, My Little Cupcake
She asked, anger clearly written on her face.
"Because I couldn't think of anyone else to be paired with," I smirked and arched my waist, levelling my face directly towards hers.
She hissed and looked away.
"My little cupcake," I said softly and she looked at me angrily.
"I'm not your cupcake," she said, but this time, her face remained on mine. As though she was seeing something there.
I hummed and darted my eyes to her pink lips, this lips looked soft? How would it feel like swallowing this blossom lips, devouring them like a lollipop. It will be so sweet.
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