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puppy!chris humping your leg

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chris has been fidgeting for the past fifteen minutes.

at first, it was just shifting—pulling the blanket higher, adjusting his legs, reaching for the popcorn just to put it back down. but then you feel it: his hand, slowly creeping along your thigh. settling. staying.

you say nothing. not yet.

because you can feel the tension in him—like a wire pulled tight. he’s practically vibrating under your touch, breath just a little too shallow for someone who’s supposed to be watching a stupid rom-com. his knees are pressed close together, one foot flexing like he’s trying not to move too much. you don’t look at him yet. you wait.

then, finally, his hips buck up. it’s subtle—just the faintest roll forward. once. then again. “are you serious right now?” you ask, barely above a whisper. he freezes like a deer in headlights. “i—” his voice cracks. “no. i wasn’t— it’s not—”

your head tilts, a slow smirk curling your lips as you finally turn to look at him. his cheeks are already flushed. his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. you raise an eyebrow. “grinding on me during the movie?” you murmur, voice soft but dripping with amusement. “that desperate, huh?”

he whines. actually whines. you almost laugh—but instead, you press your thigh up just a little, enough for friction. the way his breath catches is filthy. “oh,” you whisper. “you like that, puppy?” chris’s head drops to your shoulder, hiding his face. “i—i can’t help it.”

you hum, brushing your fingers through his hair. “you can. you just don’t want to.” then, after a pause: “go on. show me.” chris’s hips jerk forward immediately, and you feel the need in it—raw, clumsy, aching. you don’t move. don’t help. you just let him rut against you, small, needy little grinds like he’s embarrassed to go harder but needs it too badly to stop.

“you’ve been sitting here all worked up,” you murmur, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “thinking i wouldn’t notice? squirming around like a needy little thing, trying to get yourself off on my leg?” chris lets out a choked breath, pressing harder now, grinding slow and deep as the friction builds. his fingers clutch your thigh like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

“you’re lucky i’m letting you do this,” you breathe, nails lightly raking down his back. “look at you. fucking yourself on my thigh like it’s the only thing you know how to do.” chris moans—quiet, breathless, completely undone. his hips stutter, his forehead pressing into your neck. you hold still, hands guiding him just enough to keep him from falling apart too fast.

“that’s it,” you whisper. “you feel good like this, don’t you puppy?” chris gives a desperate nod. “so needy you’ll come in your pants just from humping me.” his breath hitches hard. he’s close. you can tell—his thighs are shaking, his grip turning frantic, his pace sloppy and urgent.

you tighten your grip just slightly, pinning him closer. “come for me, puppy. make a mess.” and he does—with a low, wrecked sound buried in your neck, body going still except for the trembling that runs through him. he clings to you, dazed and panting. you kiss the top of his head. “good boy.”

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 –

affectionate, approving, beaming, bright, brilliant, broad, charming, cheerful, compassionate, dazzling, encouraging, enthusiastic, friendly, gentle, genuine, infectious, innocent, irresistible, placid, playful, pleased, radiant, reassuring, sweet, soft, sunny, tender, warm, welcoming, windsome.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 –

cold, condescending, cruel, dazed, devilish, dry, enigmatic, evil, feeble, fixed, forced, furtive, grave, grim, haughty, helpless, ingratiating, insolent, ironic, malicious, meek, melancholy, mocking, mournful, mysterious, oily, reluctant, rueful, sarcastic, sardonic, scornful, shy, slight, smug, sober, strained, strange, stony, thin, timid, tremulous, triumphant, ugly, vague, weak, weird, wicked, wistful, wry.

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 –

amused, crooked, knowing, mischievous, quiet, quick, rusty, sudden, vacant.

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 –

believed the most beautiful of all?

the one who climbs and stalks and roams,

whose mere presence does enthrall?

have you felt its silken fur and feathers,

rough scales and sleek skin,

brush by faster than a blink,

with a lithe leap and soft spin?

have you heard its soothing calls

as you go about your day?

felt something new awaken

at the sound of its raw bay?

have you caught a glimpse of its lean form

through a gap between the trees?

witnessed its rough, untamed power,

and its predatory ease?

perhaps you tried to capture it,

to claim it for your own,

and in return, it clawed your skin,

ripped right down to the bone.

you would not be the first, you see

to seek seizure of its wild soul.

but it will never yield to one

who aims solely to control.

it only ever comes to those

who never turn to force,

who never push or chase or fight

and allow it to take its course.

the creature comes in many forms,

innumerable and distinct.

yet there is a clear similarity,

each shape quite interlinked.

do you realize the complexities

of such an intricate being?

sweet and cruel and pure and sly,

I have never looked up before.

I don’t particularly know why. I just haven’t. I had everything that I ever could’ve wanted where I am. My light illuminates everything around me, allowing me to see enough for food.

Then, one day, I did.

It happened without any warning or reason, just an impulse to look up.

There was more to my home than I had thought.

Creatures all around me swam up all the time. Why shouldn’t I?

As I continued to swim, stopping only when I needed to eat something, I noticed drastic changes.

The deep blackness of the water that I had needed to use my light to be able to see dampened. Slowly the black turned to a deep navy and then to lighter bluish colors.

The other bottom feeders in my depth weren’t all that lurked in the ocean, either.

Humongous creatures and slithering eels. Sharks bigger than anything I’ve ever seen, fish that looked absolutely nothing like me.

As I continued to swim and look up further, then I saw it.

Light.

I wasn’t the one creating it.

Whoever was had to be at least 10 times bigger than me.

I wondered if anyone around me knew what it was. Who was causing it?

Everything around me was foreign. Even the food hadn’t remained the same. As I swam even further into the lighter blue ocean surrounding me, I couldn’t find anything that I would be able to eat. Sure, there still were small plants and krill, but were they safe? I didn’t know.

As I ventured further and further, I grew exhausted and starving. I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer.

But even if, I was weeks away from my home. It was over 2,000 feet below me. It was no use returning. I might as well find out who is causing the light.

As I continued to ascend, the amount of surrounding life decreased. The only things that had been at the surface were floating plants and other small fish.

I grew even hungrier and tired. I knew that it wouldn’t be long until I gave out.

I reached the top of the water, staring mesmerized at what was above me. Blue with white blotches had been above. It wasn’t wet, the animals that had been above didn’t look slimy and sleek like everyone else.

I stared up at the blinding light. It was beautiful beyond my comprehension.