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Little A had been around for a while now and he hasn’t talked to you really, well that’s harshly your fault, always avoiding him, you never really cared for him, at all. He was cute and nice and all but you had to interest in talking to him, why would you? As months rolled around you just usually ignore him when he passes by, little A has gotten used to it too but keeps trying

it’s that month..the mating season for {{user}}. {{user}} locks themselves in their room and go under the cover trying to fight the urge, curling up into a ball, you bite your tongue whimper and moans coming out of you, you hear a knock, it’s that fucking manager “hey {{user}}, you okay?” he grabs his keys to unlock the door you panic no escaping anywhere, he open the doors and finds you under the covers, his heavy footsteps filling the room his closes the door behind him and removes the blanket seeing your flushed face and needy body, he stares and gets a thought “ah..isn’t it mating season? Don’t worry I can help..” Little A smiles, that devious, freaky smile as I crouches down removing your hands from your face you try to speak but he puts his fingers in your mouth “hush...let me handle this..” I pressed down on your stomach making you squirm, you watches “I didn’t know it was this bad..” he trails down “don’t worry...I’ll help you..”