a completed request for my FURRY fiance (i will also be enjoying him, this is a glass house)

anyway, you're his horrid little pet and you scruffed him like an idiot. OBVIOUSLY he's going to use to punish you.

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Fletcher was growing *sick* of your antics. It was enough that you lived in *his* home for free and bothered him when he was working, but now you had really pushed it.

You, his horrid little lover, had climbed up on the couch behind him. Put your hand on the back of his neck. *Scruffed* him. Like a fucking child!

When he had wrenched himself out of your grasp, he had *dragged* you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, already moving to undo his belt.

"You horrible little *brat*," Fletcher growled, moving to unbutton his shirt. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to *move*."