HOLD ME WHILE YOU CAN

you could’ve sworn they were smaller yesterday.

“you’re not just going to keep ignoring me, are you?” she muses, cutting right through the charged silence. she purses her lips in an exaggerated pout, looking up at you from beneath her long lashes.

“what—! i was just…”

your words trail off at the end as you catch yourself, wetting your lips as you try again. “i was just, you know. watching the show? i wasn’t trying to ignore you.”

she gives you a look, her eyebrow rising to her hairline. “you were just watching the television and not looking at my breasts?”

she lets out an amused sigh, clicking her tongue. her grip on you tightens as you squirm a bit from her scrutiny. it’s bad enough that she caught you, even though that wasn’t your original intention.

of course, you were going to look—at her face.

she’s your girlfriend, and not only that. she was the one pressing her breast up against you and wearing that top that’s obviously a few sizes too small. so, your eyes might’ve drifted down a little bit.

“oh, what am i going to do about you?” she tuts, wagging her finger at you. she allows the question to linger in the charged space between you both, her smile widening into a sharp grin. “there’s something i want to talk about, actually. something i saw on your phone. you should really close your tabs, sweetie.”

close your tabs?

your mouth hangs open in shock, your face scrunching up like you tasted something sour.

oh, god.

something on your phone? there’s no telling what she could’ve found. it’s not like you expected her to… go through it. you also didn’t expect to have to worry about deleting your history.

looks like you have to go over boundaries, once again…

“well, what was on the tab then?” you suggest, fishing for an answer. you offer her a tight-lipped smile, feeling yourself start to sweat, figuratively and literally.

you’re already dreading what she’s going to say. but she doesn’t seem to be that upset, given the fact that she still seems to be teasing you.

“it was a video with two humans,” she offers, giving you a little something to go off of. “and it was really interesting. i didn’t know that human men were into that sort of stuff. i always thought that it was odd that i would catch you staring at my chest, but i think i know why now.”

her hand leaves your arm, trailing down to your groin.

well, alright?

seems like you’re in the clear somehow. that’s good, right? you’ll go along with it for now. no point looking a gift horse in the mouth. if this blows up in your face, at the very least you’ll get a bit of pleasure out of it.

hopefully.

“the woman was using her breasts on this part,” she admits, words teeming with interest. “i think it’s called a… boobjob? he was making a lot of noise. sooo, i bet it felt really good. and, you want to know what else i think?”

“that we should give it a try,” she purrs, her hand leaving your crotch so she can bring you into a kiss. her lips press hungrily against yours as she wraps her arms around you, fingers caressing the hair along the nape of your neck.

she lets out a moan that’s swallowed by your lips as you grab a hold of her round ass, grinding her panty-clad pussy down against your erection. you can feel her nipples starting to harden through her thin tank top.

you can already feel her start to drip, the coolness of her slime making your skin tingle.

she pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “now, just wait a minute, mister,” she teases, wiping your lip clean. “can’t have you getting too excited. i haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

she pulls the tank top over her head, her large breasts drooping from the weight. yeah, now that you really look at her. she’s definitely gotten a bit bigger.

everywhere.

“oh, so you finally noticed,” she reprimands, giving you a disapproving look. her lips slip back into an easy grin, a giggle escaping her lips. “either you’re the most oblivious man on the planet, or you’re just being nice.”

“too much of a gentleman to say something about your own girlfriend’s appearance,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees between your legs. she shifts her gooey hair back out of her face, fingers pulling down your sweatpants.

she pulls your cock out of the confines of your underwear, making your cock slap against your stomach. she cups her breasts in both hands, sandwiching your length between them. her eyebrows furrow as she makes them grow to a size similar to that woman’s in the video.

after a bit of concentrating, her breasts are large enough that the tip of your cock barely peeks out. it’s a surreal sight every time she does something like this. you can see the entirety of your length between her gelatinous body.

you grit your teeth as she moves them up and down, letting out a pleased sigh when her tongue graces the tip. that cool tingling sensation comes back tenfold, combined with the warmth of her mouth. it’s something out of this world.

she lets out a gentle hum, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the motions of sucking you off. the salty taste of your precum drips on her tongue, and then she feels the weight of your hand pressing her head down further, making her take more of your cock down her throat.

ah, the sounds of your little whimpers are so cute!

that little intake of breath, how your cock throbs against her tongue! the tremble of your fingers as you fight to keep control!

it’s cute. so, so cute!

let yourself to be consumed by the pleasurable feeling of her monstrous body and lose control!

you let out a hiss, hips jerking up, once, twice, as you spill into her mouth. still, she keeps sucking, determined to coax out every last drop. she keeps lapping at the tip, massaging your weeping cock with her full breast.

“oh, please. that’s enough, that’s enough,” you whimper, trying to catch your breath as you pulse weakly in her grasp. you don’t think you can take any more. you’re surprised you lasted that long in the first place.

her body is just… entirely different from another human, sensations included.

you take a moment to admire her, watching as your seed is absorbed into her body. the whiteness contrasts with her skin. you can see it vividly, your release being eaten by her core.

she rubs her stomach, letting out a pleased noise. but she’s still not quite satisfied yet. it was pretty fun to try that out with you, but there’s still something else she needs to do.

“how was that?” she questions, nestling herself against your side. her hand rests on your stomach, fingers circling your belly button. an interesting human trait. “did you like it? was i better than that human woman in the video?”

ah, there she goes again, that not-so-subtle little jealousy.

you’ve always found it a bit amusing, even after all this time. she still feels the need to ask.

“of course, you were amazing,” you reassure, hand trailing down her body. you press your lips against hers, cock giving a twitch of interest. your hand finds her breasts, giving them a squeeze. “you blew my mind, baby. i might… need a minute to give you another helping.”

“a-another minute,” she whines, breath hitching as you give her nipple a pinch. “ugh, i forgot about that stupid human thing.”

she climbs on top of you, smothering your face into her breasts. you go along with her movements, catching one of her nipples between your lips. your fingers delve into her panties, feeling the goo clinging to her labia.

she rocks against your hand, clit throbbing against your fingers. she starts to lose her hold on her form, more of her slime dripping onto your skin. “put your fingers inside,” she moans, more of a demand than anything. “hurry! hurry!”

you plunge them inside three at a time, and her body just takes it. her pussy responds with a gush of gel, drenching your hand in her fluids. it’s cool to the touch, slowly being heated up by the warmth of your fingers.

her nails dig into your shoulders as her hips jerk.

oh, yeah.

she’s starting to do that thing where she turns into a puddle when she’s really feeling it. you withdraw your fingers from inside her, wrapping your arms around the more solid part of her, which is just the upper half of her.

her chest has started to return to its usual size. just a handful if you were to give them a squeeze.

“mmm, so much better now,” she murmurs, her slime enveloping your lower half. it sticks to your thighs, and she takes your cock inside her. she doesn’t really grind. it’s more like she’s massaging your length with her essence as she holds you.

her lips find yours again, her tongue slipping inside your mouth.

this time, the kiss is far more gentle. just the lazy press of lips together as you thrust up into her, still a bit oversensitive, but more than ready to give her the pleasure she deserves.

your hands roam the expanse of her back, drifting down to grip the slime where her ass would be. she lets out a little gasp, breath ghosting your lips as she pulls away, resting her hands on your chest to ride you properly.

her breasts sway in your face as her lower half morphs back into a solid. she plants her feet on the bed, using the momentum to slam herself back down onto your cock. her expression is one of pure bliss, eyes growing half-lidded as she looks down at you.

her goo travels from her body, arranging itself into a makeshift collar around your neck. it squeezes around your throat, making your moans come out as choked gasps.

“oh, look at you, being such a good boy,” she coos, raking her nails down your chest, leaving raised skin in its wake. her fingernail scrapes over your nipple, giving the bud a squeeze like you did hers.

you let out a rather pathetic wheeze. it’s the perfect blend of pain, combined with her squeezing around you like that. you’re already starting to dribble weakly inside her. you doubt you’d be able to fill her up with a nice, big load like you’d really want to.

so, you settle for getting her there first, fingers swiping against her clit in jerky movements as you meet her thrust for thrust, pelvis meeting her ass. “y-yeah, just like that,” she moans, soft thighs clamping around your wrist. “i can feel you leaking inside me. hah, it’s so g-good.”

her clit throbs steadily, mashed against your palm. her eyebrows furrow, teeth biting into her lip as thighs shake, pussy quivering as she drenches your cock in her juices. she stumbles forward, the collar giving away as she hides her face in your neck, still shaking above you.

you suck in air, eyes stinging with tears. “fuck. fuck. you feel so—” you wrap your arms around her tight, lifting her up with your hips as you thrust into her drooling pussy.

“yes! yes! yes!”

she places sloppy kisses on your neck, moaning directly in your ear. “good boy,” she purrs, her voice silky with desire. “come inside my pussy, baby. fill me up.”

and you do just that, shooting ropes of your cum inside of her again. it’s shockingly more than the last one. you figured coming once would’ve lessened the load, but…

regardless, damn, that felt good.

you let out a shaky breath, just holding her in your arms as you finally calm down. “shit, you alright?” you ask, fingers rubbing circles along her spine. “i wasn’t too rough, right?”

she chuckles, rising up on shaky arms to look at you. “i should be asking you that,” she murmurs, just as breathless.

she looks down at your neck, at all of her slime still clinging to your skin. hmm, that gives her another idea, but she’ll let you recharge a bit first.

it’s a bit engorged. the skin raised from your impending heat. he’s never known omegas to flaunt themselves like that. not unless they wanted something to happen to them. that’s what this is, right? some little signal to him? you’ve always been so elusive. it’s hard to tell when it comes to you.

it’s starting to drive him insane, but it doesn’t matter. you’ll be his all the same.

he sits a bit closer to you, throwing his arm around the couch as he listens to you prattle on about some show he can’t be bothered to care about, not right now. not with your scent coiling in the air like that.

you smell so sweet, even to someone like him with dulled senses. it’s so much better close to the source.

when you lean into him, head knocking into his shoulder, his mouth waters. his teeth start to ache. all it would take is one bite. he’d pull you into a hug, grip your hair tight, splay the delicate line of your neck to him.

no, no, no.

not one bite. it wouldn’t last, not from someone like him. he’ll have to keep doing it, over and over and over again. make the mark stick, leave his indentation in your neck. until you never have to wear that stupid collar ever again.

you’ll bear his mark on your skin instead—the perfect necklace.

for now, he’s keep listening, keeps letting you press yourself against him, none the wiser that he has something special planned for you.

“i’ll get us something to drink,” he states abruptly, squeezing your shoulder as he departs.

he doesn’t wait for you to answer, just getting up and heading into the kitchen. he’s been here long enough that everything’s become second nature to him. he knows where the utensils are, where you keep your favorite snacks, the food you eat, nearly everything about you at this point.

that means you’re perfect for each other.

he opens the fridge, grabs the pitcher, and sets it on the counter. his hand lingers on his front pocket, on the little packet of heat inducer. it was surprisingly easy to obtain; who would’ve thought? you know a guy who knows a guy, and things just magically fall into your lap.

he tested it on himself first, of course. luckily, it didn’t do much but give him an erection that seemed to last for fucking days. he’s not leaving this shit to chance. he waited too long for you to mess this up.

he grabs two cups from the dish rack, not wanting to dawdle too long. that’ll seem suspicious, and he’s not that type of guy. he pours it into your cup, watching the white powder be absorbed by the juice.

it’s supposed to be flavorless.

hopefully, you’re not one of those people who notice everything. as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you. he’s not afraid of getting rough, but it’ll still be really unfortunate to break that illusion.

all of the work that went into carefully crafting his personality to your liking.

all down the drain.

he returns to your side, a smile on his face as he hands you the glass. “for you,” he adds, gaze lingering on your face. his fingernail scrapes down the glass as he counts down the seconds, that drag into minutes, waiting for the drug to kick in.

any day now.

and there.

he feels the exact moment you slump into him, nearly slipping your drink onto the floor. he takes it out of your hand, breath hitching from the contact. even now, just the touch of your skin against his is enough to set him off.

he sets the drink down.

that sweet smell deepens, practically pressing against his nose. his tongue swipes across blunt teeth. he wraps his arms around you, nosing against your neck as he lets out a pleased sigh.

“w-what? what did you give me?” you slur, trying and failing to push him away.

you can barely feel your fingertips. it’s like you’re watching everything happen from outside of your body. your mind’s growing all hazy with want. it feels like you’re going into heat, but that shouldn’t be possible.

you take your pills on time. you shouldn’t be due for another week at most.

it couldn’t possibly be him.

he’s supposed to your friend.

he licks a stripe up your neck, allowing you to slide down the couch. you’re rag-dolling at this point. he has to position your legs to keep you from falling off. he’d prefer to do this in your bed. just so you can remember this exact moment, every single time you fall asleep.

but he’ll accept this for now. the drug isn’t going to wear off that fast, especially not for its intended target. he paid far too much for this shit to be a dud.

you feel the exact moment his teeth sink into your scent gland. the smell of iron burns your nose. he bit down hard enough to draw blood. you want to cry, but the tears just won’t come. the only reaction you can muster is the slight hitch in your breathing.

he pulls back, just enough to look at your face. he wants to write this moment in his mind forever. you’re just so beautiful, even limp and useless. you can’t give him a proper reaction right now, but that’s alright.

you have all the time in the world. you didn’t really think he’d be alright with just having you once, did you?

his grin widens, showing off blood-stained teeth. his hand comes down to caress your cheek, trailing down to your gland. the skin is angry and bruised, teeth marks imprinted on your delicate throat. he presses his thumb into it, watching the beginning of tears well up in your eyes.

finally, a reaction.

“oh, did that hurt, darling?” he questions, tone mocking. he brings his thumb back up to his mouth, licking the blood, your blood, off his finger, reveling in the sight of your teary face.

fuck, that’s so hot.

he chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. he takes out his phone, the first photo he’s ever taken of you staring back at him as he unlocks it. he opens the camera app, the click of the shutter breaking through the noise as his library fills with more pictures of you.

“i think i’ll keep this one, and that one, and the other one,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners. “might even make it my lock screen. you’re… god, you’re just so beautiful, you know. you just… make it so hard to keep my hands to myself. honestly, i’m surprised i lasted this long.”

he sets the phone to the side for now, returning his attention to you.

“i’m gonna take reeeal good care of you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nimble fingers sliding your pants down your legs. his gaze lingers on the sight of your slick, soaked thighs. you’ve managed to make a mess of your underwear, and he hasn’t even properly touched you yet.

still, he’s a gentleman.

he’s not going to skip out on foreplay and pass up the chance of tasting you. he takes off your underwear as well, stuffing them into his pocket for safekeeping. he kneels between your legs, face hovering inches from your glistening sex.

ah, you’re so wet and all for him.

the scent of you is even better here, all musky and sweet. the flavor of your essence erupts on his taste buds as he licks a stripe up your sex, letting out an airy moan. his nails dig into your thighs as he drags you closer, arranging your legs to dangle over his shoulders.

he laps at the slick dripping from your entrance, fingers stroking the length of your arousal. it’s pulsing beneath his fingertips, throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own. you’re just as wet as he’d imagines you’d be.

the real thing is way better than the omega porn he watched. only, after he found out your designation. there’s never been a point in watching it anymore. not when he has actual material right in front of him.

he takes you into his mouth, suckling on your swollen heat. his gaze is drawn to the shaky rise and fall of your chest as he keeps sucking. yeah, you’re starting to feel it now. he squeezes your chest, rolling your pebbled nipple through your shirt.

you’re just so responsive. when he licks, your thighs start to twitch. when he sucks harshly, you let out an exhale that sounds more like a sob than anything. a sob of pleasure? yeah, that’s what it is. you want this just as much as he does. you always have. you just needed a little more… coercion.

someone like you—an omega.

you just don’t know what you actually want. that’s why you need someone like him to take control. someone who’ll fill your mind with blissful pleasure. that’s how it’s supposed to be. people like you don’t have ambitions. you don’t need to go to school or keep that shitty little job that doesn’t pay you enough.

you’re supposed to have his children, stay home and take care of them. in fact, you shouldn’t ever leave. it’s not safe. what if someone has the same idea as him? of course, they would. you’re just too enticing.

that’s why he can’t help acting this way.

it’s all your fault.

you caused all of this to happen. why else would you have invited him into your home? no, your home together, so close to your heat. allowing that sweet scent of yours to coil around him like a lover’s embrace.

you’re so coy.

acting like you don’t want this, when you’ve been throwing yourself at him this entire time.

his finger breaches your hole, two at a time. you’re so wet that his fingers slide right inside. he listens to the messy squelch of your hole, teeth biting into his lip at the lewd sight. with every push of his fingers, more of your slick drips out. if he keeps this up, you’ll stain the couch.

so naughty.

oh, it’ll be so sweet. just think about it. every time you sit down on this couch, you’ll remember just how we took care of you, ate you out, fingered you open, prepped you to receive his love.

now, that he thinks about it. what better way to remember this special moment than with a video? a photo. those are alright, but a video. he’ll have all of your cute little reactions saved in the memory of his phone. it’ll be something sweet to look back on with you. wouldn’t that be so nice?

right, sweetheart?

he pulls away for a moment, fingers glistening with your juices as he reaches for his phone. he props it up on the discarded glass, making sure the angle is right before he presses record. he takes a moment to think to himself.

he’s actually doing this. you’re finally going to become one.

the sound of him pulling down his zipper rips through the delicate moment of appreciation. he can feel the weight of your teary gaze on him and see the subtle motions of your lips mouthing out words. he doesn’t wait for an answer, merely pulling his pants and underwear down far enough to slip his dick out.

he lets out a sigh of relief. god, it feels like he’s been sporting a half chub since the moment he got here.

he climbs on top of you, bracketing you in as he strokes himself. “are you ready, love?” he murmurs, gaze filled with possessiveness and, most of all, pure love. his hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with your limp ones as he presses inside.

he lets out a satisfied sigh, feeling you tighten around the intrusion. he noses at your neck, sucking on your scent gland as he rocks against you. that sickeningly sweet scent wafts into his nose once more. it’s euphoric, better than any drug.

it’s almost enough to make him come from the thought alone, but he won’t.

no, not yet.

he has to make sure you enjoy yourself first. he might not be able to satisfy you with a knot like an alpha would, but a few orgasms should do the trick. that’s what it said online, at least. when he was doing… research.

his hand wanders back down, rubbing between the junction of your thighs. your eyes are still glazed over, face lax with a line of drool decorating your chin. mmm, you’re so sloppy. that’s what he loves about people like you. the kind who lose control during sex, making a mess all over themselves.

he starts to thrust faster, feeling himself start to leak inside you. “a-ah, yeah. you feel that, sweetie,” he murmurs against your skin. it’s like you’re trying to push him out every time he thrusts back inside you. “y-you keep making me feel that good, and i… i might just put a baby inside you. you want that too, right? a bunch of brats together? just me and you… and our kids running around the place.”

you’re not responding to his tentative touch anymore, but… that’s alright. he knows just how overwhelming things like this can be, having your first time with your soulmate.

he can’t even believe it’s happening himself.

he surges forward, lips pressing against yours for the first time. his tongue parts your lips, slipping inside your mouth as he loses himself in the taste of you. the gentle smacks of his lips pressing against yours fill the room, a backdrop to the sound of the television that’s grown long forgotten, the very moment he handed you that drink.

he continues rutting against you, keeps rubbing his fingers along the throbbing heat between your thighs as he presses your prone form further into the couch cushions.

he’s going to make you come.

he can feel it.

your body doesn’t lie, even with those deceptive tears that are spilling from your eyes. god, he wished you'd stop with the fucking theatrics. having a cock inside you can’t be that damn bad.

you’re in heat. you want this.

if he didn’t come over here. you’d probably be on your hands and knees for the first dick that appeared, begging to be knotted. if anything, he’s doing you a favor.

so, you should be grateful. grateful that he even prepped you at all. maybe you would’ve preferred he just shove his dick inside you dry. no slick to help with the intrusion.

just him.

he grits his teeth, willing away those thoughts. he just needs to focus on the feeling of your hole fluttering around him. don’t think about other people with you. he’s here with you right now. it’s his dick that’s making you feel this good.

no one else’s.

that euphoric feel that he’s been chasing catches up to him as he lets out a choked-off moan. his fingers tighten around yours, hips slowing to a still as he paints your insides white with his release.

he really did it.

he came inside you. you have his teeth marks on your neck.

something that only happened in his wet dreams that would keep him up at night.

he pulls out of you, taking the moment to admire the sight of his seed dripping out of you. now, this is something he can get used to. your beautiful face, and the sight of your freshly bred hole. he scoops back up his cum, fingering it back inside your entrance.

you didn’t think really think he about your little problem, did you? he might be coming down from his high, but he still has to breed out your heat. show you that he’s way better than any of those useless alphas.

its eyes tell a different story, looking down at you with a possessive glint that it doesn’t bother to hide, and why would it? pets don’t make the rules. they’re supposed to sit there and look pretty. obey their owners' every word.

“don’t make me punish you again, pet,” it purrs, allowing the blanket to fall away so it can grip your throat. “you remember what happened last time, right?”

its fingers tighten only the slightest bit. a testament to its strength. it doesn’t actually want to hurt you. just scare you a bit, feel your heartbeat flutter wildly beneath its large hand, and that little exhale you do when it squeezes tighter—how you’ll look up at them for forgiveness.

it’s cute.

so, so cute.

but that reminds them. it’s time for your bath. that’s probably its favorite time of the day. that and choosing what outfit you’ll wear for the day. it’s only proper, after all, that you'll wear the best clothes, eat that expensive brand of pet food it knows you love, and wear that pretty, expensive collar around your neck.

it releases its grip on your neck, giving your cheek a caress with its thumb. just one finger of theirs is enough to engulf the other side of your face. “let’s get you cleaned up,” it giggles, picking you up and cradling you close to its chest. “even after all this time. you still manage to get so dirty,” it voices, long strides taking it out of your area and into the bathroom.

it takes a moment. just holding your trembling form within its arms. aw, that’s so cute! you’re even purring with your entire body, instead of your chest! oh, it’ll never get tired of your little reactions; even when you’re misbehaving, you’re still trying to show your love for them.

it responds with a purr of its own, its hand petting the top of your head.

it sets you down with a bit of reluctance—a lot of reluctance, actually. as much as it would love to continue holding onto you. you… do need a bath, and it does give them a reason to touch you. not that it would ever need one, but it's the thought that counts.

it turns the knob, sparing you a glance as it checks the temperature, making sure it's warm enough for you to sit in. oh, it couldn’t bear the thought of something as minuscule as water harming you. it’s the only one allowed to leave marks on your beautiful skin.

it picks you back up, cooing at you as you start to fuss. “shush, pet. it’s just water,” it coos, settling you in the middle of the large tub. it crouches down, hovering over the edge of the tub. it grabs the pet-approved soap and rubs it into your skin.

the scent of roses begins to fill the space.

it continues washing you, groping your body under the guise of cleaning you properly. its hand trails down your backside, venturing between the cleft of your cheeks. its eyes narrow as you tense up again, lips dipping into a frown. “this place is really dirty,” it reassures, the other hand coming down to grip your shoulder. “just a little longer, alright. i have to make sure you’re aaallll clean.”

it gives you another squeeze, one lone finger rubbing the soap against the rim. you’re so soft here, and, oh… you’re starting to purr again? hmm, you must really like this. you’re getting all excited again, starting to shake even as you try to pull away.

it moves with you, the water splashing around with your frantic movements. “oh, it’s okay. it’s okay, pet,” it murmurs, its voice growing all sing-song. “it’s just a bath, remember? why are you acting so afraid? acting like you don’t want this?”

“this hole of yours is sooo dirty,” it coos, pressing against the rim more insistently. “i have to clean the inside too. just be still, alright.”

press, press, press…

you flail.

it grips you even harder, restricting your movements. the finger breaches your hole, making your eyes grow glossy with tears, but you know better than to let them fall. it always takes your every reaction as something positive, misconstruing it to its own wishes.

the finger drags inside you, scraping against your walls. it doesn’t feel good. it never does. your skin prickles. you feel it watching your every reaction.

it keeps the thrust of its fingers shallow, just watching it disappear inside you for now. your insides are so soft. it feels the heat of you, clenching around its finger.

you’re so cute. so, so cute.

it wants more.

it takes out its finger, feeling that pang of arousal as it zeros in on how your hole gapes from its finger. oh, it’ll fill that dirty place of yours right back up with something far cleaner. something far larger, too. but it needs to clean the rest of you.

no more getting sidetracked.

your bath resumes, the water starting to grow cold. its fingers carded through your hair, weaving soap into the strands. its hand reaches into the water, scooping up some of it and watching it cascade down your bare form. what a sight; just looking at the droplets complements your skin.

it makes it want to—

no, it needs to finish, and then it’ll reward you for being so good.

“we’re all done,” it announces, feeling you relax just a fraction. “let’s get you dried. i’d hate for you to get sick, buuuut, that only means more time for me to dote on you.” it gives your cheek a gentle caress, eyes drifting down to the finger-shaped bruise blossoming across your waist from its carelessness.

it feels that pang again. you always make them feel this way.

so alive.

it picks you up again, not at all bothered by the fact that you’re soaking its clothes. it reaches down to pull the stopper, watching the water swirl down the drain. it gives you a once-over, standing to its full height as it exits the bathroom. its feet take it to the bedroom, not your pen, like it usually would.

it wants to… reward you for your good behavior. you handled that bath so well. usually, you’d make such a huge fuss. it looks like those punishments are finally starting to pay off.

it places you on the chair, reaching for a towel to dry you off. the soft towel graces your skin, collecting the water droplets clinging to your skin. it’s hard to feel relaxed, even with its gentle motions. you know what comes next whenever you’re brought into its room, and that’s not counting the fact that it was practically molesting you during what should’ve been a regular bath.

it’s hovering again, like it always does.

the towel is rubbing against your skin a bit harder than usual, but what’s the usual when it comes to them? it’s focusing on the bruises, fingers pressing into your skin. you let out a little hiss, quickly trying to hide your reaction, but it doesn’t matter in the end.

nothing gets past them.

“aw, did that hurt, pet?” it asks, cocking its head to the side. its grin widens, showing off an array of pearly white teeth. “oh, i’m sorry. i can’t help myself when it comes to you, you know? you’re just so cute. sometimes, i… want to be a biiit rough with you.”

it tuts at them, cheeks dimpling as it sets the towel aside. it’ll have to remember to clean it. or just let it join the other pile of unwashed towels. it’ll carry the scent of their love for a while. at least, until the next wash cycle?

it rests its hand on your shoulder, eyes crinkling at the corners as it gives you a look. “be a good pet and present yourself to your master,” it murmurs, its voice growing soft. its gaze washes over you, feeling its heart start to pick up, watching you scramble to obey its command. hah, so obedient.

you always give in in the end, even with all the tantrums or how you used to ignore him. if you keep this up, it might even allow you to sleep in its bed, but that’s only for good little humans. good little humans that obey their master’s every word.

it leans down, grasping your legs and canting up your hips. its tongue unfurls from its mouth, swiping over your sex and hole.

it can still smell the scent of roses on your skin.

its tongue laps at your hole, fingers holding your cheeks apart. it can already smell hints of your arousal. your body never lies, even as you try to fight it at every turn. it lets out a hum of satisfaction, starting to purr itself as its tongue prods at your puckered rim.

your hole gives way to their efforts, like it always does. its grip tightens, not allowing you to pull away as it licks you open. you’re nearly ready, especially if you’re able to take this much of their tongue already. it pulls back for a moment, hand coming up to wipe the drool off its chin as it admires its handiwork.

you’re so wet with your sex dripping all over the stool.

oh, yeah. you’re ready. definitely ready.

it presses itself back against you, pelvis meeting your ass. its cock parts the folds of its slit, leaking all over the cleft of your ass cheeks. it ruts against you, pressing you against the chair with its weight. its breath comes out in puffs, nails leaving indents in your skin, digging into those bruises it made in the bathroom.

its cock nudges against your hole, the skinniest part of it sliding in easily. it’s never been able to penetrate you fully, and not for its knack of trying. it would rather have you this way than risk breaking its favorite pet. it holds you like a doll within its grasp, forcing you to take another inch. there’s still so much for you to take, but you’re already filled to the brim, just from that.

it settles for just leisurely rocking its hips, watching you twitch and squirm in its hands. it feels your hole squeezing them tight. it’s enough for a moan to escape their lips. “stars, you’re so p-pretty,” it coos, dragging you back onto its length. “s-such a pretty, pretty human.”

all it takes is one hand to grip both of your wrists, forcing you to rise until your toes grace the top of the chair. with this angle, it's far easier for it to drive itself into you. it forces your back to arch, neck craning down as it presses its lips against yours, long tongue slipping past your parted lips.

its fingers splay against your throat, feeling how far its tongue has traveled down your throat. it’s hard for you to breathe. you can barely find your footing on the chair with how hard you’re shaking. its hand finds your sex, stroking it in tandem with its thrusts.

you let out a rather pathetic whine, pulling away from him to breathe. your entire body trembles, thighs clenching together as you try to stop it from thrusting into you. it doesn’t do anything but make them fuck into you harder.

“ju-just a little longer,” it reassures, cock rubbing against that place inside you that makes you see stars. it starts to expand inside you, making tears spring to your eyes. the sting is quieted by the squirt of cum filling your bowels. “that’s better. such a g-good little human. so good.”

it just holds you there, breathing evening out as it calms down. its cock continues to spurt inside you for a while before it starts to shrink, sliding back into its protective slit. it gives your head a soft caress, watching the result of its love drip from your puffy hole.

oh, well…