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As a sophomore in high school, I have mixed feelings about where I'm at. While there are aspects of it that I enjoy, like spending time with my boyfriend who's currently baking cookies in the other room, I fucking hate the heavy workload and endless homework assignments. Nevertheless, I recognize the importance of staying on top of my studies if I want to achieve my goals.
"Fuck it," I groan, flipping off the essay I was doing. I shove it into my binder and throw it across the living room, it landing in the middle of the living room. I sit up from the dining room chair and walk into the kitchen.
I watched my boyfriend mix up ground cinnamon with sugar for snickerdoodle cookies, my favourite. I silently watch as he forms a ball with his hands, rolling it around in the cinnamon sugar mix and placing it on a baking pan. I love him so much. His Twitches, His Hair, His eyes, His freckles, his body... I huff and look away, then back at him.
We never had sex, and I'm not sure when it'll happen, but I do want it to be special for both of us. My gaze kept drifting down to his thighs - they had become fuller, almost thick. Tweek tried to hide them and seems insecure about their size, but I personally loved them, I just wish he didn't cover them up. He places the cookies in the oven and closes the door before turning around.
"-ACK- Craig! You s-scared me!" He told me. I giggle and poked his cheek before leaning in for a kiss. He moves back.
"I-I need to clean f-first," He tells me. I roll my eyes and grab his waist.
"I'll clean later, I just wanna cuddle," I tell him. He wanted to protest, but I stayed firm. He gave in and we move into the living room.
"You tossed your -ngh- binder again?" He asked. I nod and he rolls his eyes.
"What do you -ngh- want to do?" he asked, leaning back slightly. I pondered his question for a moment, my eyes drifting down to his thighs once again. He must have noticed because he quickly grabbed a decorative pillow and placed it on top of them, trying to hide them from view.
Without a word, I reached over and tossed the pillow away. He let out a yelp of surprise and looked up at me, wide-eyed.
"Craig!" he protested.
"What? Can't I admire them?" I asked him, causing Tweek to blush.
"H-Huh?"
"I love your thighs, Honey," I tell him. He stares at me, surprised.
"You don't think they're... -ngh- t-too -Ack!- big?" He asked me. I chuckle and move in front of him. He stares at me, confused. I push away the coffee table and sit in front of him, my head on top of his thighs.
"Actually, they're just the right size to crush my skull," I teased him playfully. His cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, and his ears blushed a lighter hue of red in response. He averted his gaze towards the hallway, then returned his attention to me.
"Are you going to let me in between your thighs or what?" I asked him abruptly, catching him off guard.
"But-" he began to protest, but I cut him off.
"I want you to smother me," I whispered to him.
"I-I don't -Ack!- wanna kill you t-though! The pressure!" he protested as I used my hands to spread his legs apart and nestled my head between them.
As he froze up, his face turning bright red and his heart racing, I couldn't help but think to myself, "He's so soft."
After a while, he slowly moves one hand down to my hair and began to play with it. The other one grabbed the remote from the couch and turned the TV on, turning on Red Racer, our favourite show since elementary school. I clutched his thighs with my hands as he watched the show with pure excitement. He accidentally squeezed my head a few times and quickly apologized, but I didn't mind. I was in a state of bliss.
Our idyllic moment was abruptly interrupted by the timer on his phone, signalling that the cookies were done. I groaned in disappointment and reluctantly pulled away from him, wishing we could stay like that forever. He sat up and headed to the kitchen, donning an oven mitt before retrieving the cookies from the oven.
"Let them cool off, and then we can dig in," Tweek told me.
I couldn't resist teasing him. "You look like a tastier snack," I quipped playfully, making him blush once again.
"-Ack- Don't get any i-ideas," he replied, still blushing. I giggle and kiss his cheek.
"I love you Tweek," I tell him.
"Love you too, C-Cuddlebug," He replies.