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higher, higher, higher. you think it’s his subconscious state just itching to touch you wherever he can. but you’d really prefer if your boyfriend wasn’t absentmindedly feeling you up when you’re trying to sleep. “percy,” you call out. he hums. you see his smirk in the dark. so he’s awake and doing this on purpose. “kindly remove your hand from between my legs.” “your skin is warm.” he inches closer and rubs his nose on your shoulder. “meaning the rest of my skin is warm. move it.” “yeah… but I know the longer I do this the hotter you’ll get in this spot.” you blush feverishly and think the nights darkness. “you’re gross.” “you love me. say it, sweet girl.” you sigh, removing his hand from between your thighs and placing it around your waist underneath your shirt to create a similar warmth. “I love you, perce.” “mhm.” he kisses your shoulder. “that’s my good girl.” “fuck you. get far away from me.” “I love you too, sweet girl. c’mere.” he pulls you flush to his chest, keeping you there tightly. “where’s my goodnight kiss?” “will you stop feeling me up while I’m sleeping?” percy shrugs. “won’t promise it.” you perk your head up from his chest, kissing his lips quickly, twice before he begins whining. successfully, he doesn’t. “mhm. good boy.”

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