I bring you more of the same anonymous characters made just for these scenes.  

 
 
It wasn’t the entirety of her weight that woke him, but more of the sun glaring through his windows as he’d been used to her getting uncomfortably close to him most of the time ever since he was paired with her. Cracking his eyelids open, his eyes first met with hers, which didn’t come as a surprise at first, but their devious look down on him had him questioning. “Oh, good morning…” he muttered through his short yawn. He had the urge to rub his eyes, but lacked the physical ability with her restricting him by her weighted hooves placed over his. “Why are you giving me that look,” was the first question, and no response from her. “Why are you keeping me down?” He asked another and pulled for his hoof, but hers had quite the hold. It seemed awkward for him now as he didn’t want to make eye-contact anymore. “Can I get up..?” More silence followed and he was becoming suspicious and impatient. “Why aren’t you answe~~” was all he could get out before she finally spoke up with a menacing tone and disconcerting smile. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you peeping around my room last night.” Short of breath, he felt as though his heart stopped. He left himself quiet for a while to curse himself in his head, thinking of how poor his stealth was, but also of how he let himself peep around. It seemed inviting to him at the time. She kept her gaze down on him, and only when he wanted to respond did he meet his eyes back with hers. He could only think apologetically due to the fact he hadn’t seen her act so intimidating before. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it. It’s really not like me to do something like that, it was very irresponsible,” he made up quick in hopes she would spare him from whatever she had in mind, but she didn’t look fazed. She exhaled slowly, not breaking eye-contact with him, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. The stress building up inside him and her weight atop him was becoming unbearable, and in panic he broke the silence. “I’ll do anything to make it up, I’ll clean the house weekly~~ no, daily, I’ll make all your food, and I’ll.. do..” His breathing quickened and he was out of ideas to convince her to just get off. Finding his desperate words amusing, she shook her head and covered his mouth with her hoof. The weight of it turned his head to the side of the pillow, exposing his ear, and she spoke quietly into it, “You WILL make it up to me,” she paused, “but not by the ways you had in mind.” The warmth of her breath in his ear made him nervous, and he knew what she meant, which was inevitable. “You have yet to show me some compassion, and now’s the perfect time to redeem it.” Her hooves lifted from his own, providing some relief, but not enough for what was to come. Shutting his eyes, he could feel the covers take their time sliding downward across his body, exposing it to the outside air. There was no room for struggling with her position, only acceptance.