#kass writes

The minutes stretched out like thick taffy, and what was probably only a few minutes felt like hours of agonizing suspense. It had only been a few minutes since Frank had left the house, heading to band practice for what seemed like endless hours. “Be a good pup for me, yeah?” Frank said, patting your head before leaving poor you all alone in heat.

Not even a few minutes of Frank leaving you alone in the house, you were already whining for Frank's attention, your snout buried deep into the bed that had scattered clothes of Frank's you found in her closet, your puppy ears twitching, begging for attention you won’t be getting for hours until Frank comes back.

Your tail thumps in rhythmic motion on the messy bed. Your jeans flew off somewhere on the floor not too long ago, now only in a tight white shirt that slightly shows off your stomach, as well as white lace panties that were soaked from how wet you already were.

Grinding your clothed core on the pillow Frank sleeps on as you whine even louder and more. You wanted Frank— no, you needed Frank so bad, but she left before she could even play with you :(

Arching your back so you could try your best to inhale Frank's scent on her used undies, you fished out from the laundry basket as you continued to grind on her pillow, which was practically soaked from all your juices leaking from your own panties to the pillow.

Closing your eyes, continuously whining and moaning.

You haven’t even noticed that time sped by like a bullet train before you even knew it, the sound of keys jingling and unlocking the door. You had no time to stop this dirty scene you’re playing— but you didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t.

The sensation felt too good to stop; your ears muffled the noise of Frank's feet hitting the floor as she came closer to the bedroom door. You kept whining loudly like you were in pain, which was quite the opposite of how you felt.

Frank knocked before opening the door wide open, “Pup? You ok?— aww, look at you, I told you to be a good pup when I left, no?” She said in a teasing tone, shutting the door behind her, and walked closer to you. You whimper, your eyes opening slowly and meeting her gaze. “Didn’t play with me, needs attention.” You mewled at her, looked at her with your big doe eyes, “Ohh, I’m so sorry, puppy, do you want me to play with you now?” She said in a sorry tone, stroking your cheek gently with her callous thumb.

You nodded immediately, leaning into her touch like you were touch-starved. Frank smirked, immediately flipping you over on your back, the bell from your baby pink collar jingles ever so slightly from the sudden movement. Frank was on top of you, scattering kisses and hickies on your neck as you whined.

Grinding your clothed core on her knee, trying to get any pleasure you can get, “Tsk tsk tsk, you naughty puppy, be patient, and you’ll get your prize.” She gripped onto your legs, preventing you from grinding against her knee, “You can do that for me, right, baby?” You nodded as you let her continue kissing your neck.

Her hand slips up to your waist, and she takes off your shirt. Your breasts are popping open, and your nipples are hardening from the cold air.

She kneaded one of them in her hands, the other one licking and sucking on your nipple. You groaned. Your hands flew on Frank's hair, which you slightly tug on from all the pleasure you’re feeling, “God— pup, your tits are so pretty and perfect, mm, love these so much.” Her other hand trailing down to your dripping wet panties, rubbing your clothed clit as you whined, “F-Frankie! Please need— you~” You were able to mutter out.

Frank chuckled, looking at you now, squirming just by her touching you.

“Oh yeah? I think we have to stretch you right, don’t you think, pup?” She pulled your soaked undies down to your knees, her tattooed middle finger glinting through your wet slit to your clit.

Making you yelp pretty loudly, she inserted her middle finger in your warm pussy, embracing her long calloused finger. Frank pumped it in and out slightly, curling her finger as she inserted a ring finger inside you as well. You gasped, your eyes rolled back at the sensation of being stretched out by Frank’s fingers, you were extremely close, “Ah! Frankie ‘m close..” You moaned out.

All of a sudden, even though you were so close, she stopped, taking her fingers out with a small ‘pop!’ You whined from the sudden stop of pleasure, “Ah ah ah, be patient, you’ll get your prize right now, just you wait.” She kissed one of your perky tits as you climbed off you, fishing something from one of the drawers.

Peeking your head up to see what your master was doing, “What are you doing, master?” You said, tilting your head as you looked at her. Your tail is thumping in anticipation.

“You’ll see, just lie back for me like a good girl, kay?” You hummed as you lay back down on your back.

The bed dipped slightly as Frank crawled over to you. You spread your legs instinctively, which made her chuckle. She slapped a cold purple silicone dildo onto the lower part of your stomach, cocking up your head to look at what it was.

Eyes widening in surprise, you haven’t seen this toy at all until now. Was it new? Did she get it for you? It had to be at least 7-8 inches long, not to mention the girth. You gulped as if swallowing a lump of fear. Frank petted your head, your puppy ears twitching, “I know you can take it, sweetie. I’ll go easy, m’kay?”

Using your slick as a lube, she slowly entered your warm pussy. You hissed from how much it was stretching you; it wasn’t so bad since Frankie stretched you out a bit, but still, it hurts.

Inch by inch and deeper it went until you hit the bottom, wrapped your legs around Frank's waist, pulling her into a kiss as she doesn’t move and lets you adjust to the size.

“You’re such a good puppy, take it soso well f’me.”

Finally, after a few minutes of letting you adjust, she finally slammed herself into you, gasping. You scratched her back, whimpering into her neck. You were so overwhelmed with all this pleasure, you weren’t sure if you could take any more.

One of Frank’s hands slid down to your clit, rubbing it in circular motion, your eyes rolled back as you moaned loudly, “Mphm! Fuck master ‘m close!” You stutter out as you continue, you moan and whine into Frank's ear.

“Yeah? Come on, my little puppy cum for me.” And just like that, you saw stars as you orgasmed onto the purple dildo, your pussy clenching hard as you came.

After coming down from your high, Frank pulled out, making you whine and your pussy clenching on nothing, “You're such a good puppy for me, love you so much.” She kissed your puffy pink lips softly, and you kissed back.

Your collar jingling as you guys kissed, your tail wagging ferociously from how happy you were that she finally got to play with you!! Frankie chuckles, seeing how excited your tail is, “I’m gonna run a bath for you, then you can have all my attention.”

You hummed, liking that sound of the idea. Frank took off her strap on and quickly jogged to the bathroom to run you a warm bath.

You were getting impatient. Gerard has been in her office for way too long for your liking, so you sprawled on the couch, your tail flicking side to side in frustration. You had enough of this isolation from your owner, so you stood up and walked over to her studio, which was in the house. You didn’t even bother to knock on the door first; you just barged in like you owned the place.

Gerard jumped from the sudden noise, she turned towards the door, her shoulders relaxed when she saw you, “Hey kitty what’s up? Do you need something?” You puffed your cheeks up and walked over to her, “Need attention— now.” Narrowing your eyes, your cat ears all pointed up.

She sighed, shaking her head as she looked at you with pitiful eyes, “I’m sorry I can’t honey, I have to finish this.” She pats her lap, “But you can sit on my lap until I’m finished.”

Considering your options, you crawled onto her lap, feeling her warmth compared to the cold leather couch you were just lying on.

After a few minutes that seemed to stretch into hours, you found yourself growing increasingly bored as Gerard diligently continued sketching for her upcoming comic, carefully outlining each character and scene.

Without even thinking, you instinctively sank your sharp fangs into her neck. Gerard gasped sharply as the pointed canines pierced her skin, feeling a stinging, almost burning sensation. "What the hell, kitty?! What has gotten into you?” Gerard growled in shock and anger, his eyes wide with surprise. You knew she’d let you go this time, but the intensity of the moment lingered.

You kept biting her multiple times throughout the hours to see if you could push her to the edge, her neck was littered with small bite marks.

Before you could even bite her Gerard grabbed the back of your neck angrily and forced you to look at her, “Fine, you want my attention you got it.” She took you off her lap, grabbed your arm roughly, and headed towards the couch.

She sat down on the couch patting her lap, you knew what was going to happen, you gulped nervously laying down on her lap. She pulled down your pants leaving you with blue lacey panties Gerard recently gave you cause she thought they were cute, “You bit me at least 5 times didn’t you?” You whined and nodded, “Count em for me kitten.” Just like that her hand smacks your ass, the sound echoing through the house. You yelped your tail swaying, “O-one!” Gerard kept smacking your ass until it was red and stung badly.

Your cunt was soaking wet, you were honestly enjoying the pain from her smacks, “Look at this cunt kitty, you’re so wet from me smacking you?” She dived her fingers in your soaked panties, one of her fingers entering you, “G-Gee! Please! Need youuu~” You whimpered trying to close your legs instinctively but Gerard’s hand kept it open as she kept fingering you.

“Ugh! ‘m close, Gee!” Before you could cum Gerard removed her fingers, “You think I’m gonna let you cum? After you’ve been such a bad girl? Come on, at least beg for it.” Gerard teased.

Whining your glazed eyes meeting hers, “P-p-please Gerard I’ll be a good girl I swear— I’ll stop biting you please, please I’ll be good, please let me cum.” You begged your blueish collar jingling.

Gerard smiled, patting your head, you leaned into her hand and purred, “You’re such a good girl.” She ripped off your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor, she’ll pick them up and sneak them in her pockets to smell your sweet scent later.

She slept with both of her fingers inside and scissors moaning, gripping onto the leather couch almost for emotional support as she kept pleasuring her sweet kitten.

You came around her fingers, but she didn’t stop, matter in fact she increased the speed, “W-wait Gee! ‘m sensitive!” You yelped. The pleasure was too much for you especially since you just came not too long ago.

Feeling another orgasm coming burying your face into the couch, as you came again around her fingers, “You’re such a good kitty, you're gonna stop bothering now hm?” You nodded whimpering as you felt her remove her fingers from your pussy. Your cunt is clenching on nothing.

Gerard licked her fingers clean, “Goodnight kitty sleep well.” She said placing you in a comfortable position on the couch, laying a soft cozy blanket on top of you while you take your deserved nap.

Brendon and you were pretty close. Y’all met around the beginning of high school in biology class. Since y'all were science partners, you were mostly shy and quiet. You weren’t speaking if you weren’t spoken to, and well, Brendon loved talking.

He was quite energetic, constantly talking and asking questions about you or just talking about his day. Brendon was the one who had helped you get out of your shell in high school, which you were now grateful for, but now you were attached to the hip with his annoying ass till the end of dawn.

Sometimes you would help him pick out clothes for dates or help him with band lyrics. Since to him you were the ‘greatest writer of all time.’ You were familiar with a band, especially because Brendon talks about them, and now they’ll go big soon.

After a few days of Brendon constantly begging and pleading with you, sometimes even offering food for you, which was tempting, you reluctantly agreed to his offer just for him to stop begging your ear off every time you guys hung out or even called.

He mostly wanted you to get out more! Since your schedule was college, work, study, eat, and sleep. Brendon wanted you to add some spice to your bland life, even if it’s just hanging out with him and his band!

You obviously had friends that you talked to that weren't him, but you and your friends were always too busy to hang out outside of college or work. So you never really hung out with anyone outside of college and work.

It was a gloomy afternoon around 5pm, with gray clouds covering the yellow sun, making the streets look like a sad romance movie. Your apartment was a mess. You didn’t really hang out with anyone, so you didn’t bother to clean it. There were multiple piles of clothes around the apartment, like little ant hills, and stacks of dishes in the sink that accumulated over time.

Tapping your foot aggressively and repeatedly on the wooden flooring as you held your phone near your ear as you tried to call Brendon, you grunted in frustration as the phone call went straight to voicemail.

Where the fuck is Brendon? He was supposed to pick you up 30 minutes ago!! You stood up, walking towards the window, trying to see outside to spot him walking to your apartment or to his car.

But you had no luck, you sighed, plopping yourself onto the rugged brown fabric couch you had gotten from a thrift store nearby, your cat practically screaming for attention as he rubbed his head against your leg. You picked up your orange cat, beaming as you did. Your cat always made your days better, placing your cat beside you as you scratched around his ears. He purrs, leaning into your hands like he wasn’t just given affection a few minutes ago.

After a few minutes of scratching your cat that had brought you joy, you felt a buzz in your pocket. You sighed angrily, knowing who it already was, and you fished your phone out from your pocket. It was Brendon who was calling you. You groaned and were irritated at him picking up the call, “Bren! Where the hell have you been? It's bee—” Before you could scold like his mother any longer, he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence, “I know I’m sorry, Y/N! I was trying to convince Ryan, remember him? To let you watch us practice. I'll be there in at least 5 minutes, hold your horses. I’ll be there before you know it!” You exhaled and said, “Bren—” Brendon was already ahead of you and hung up in advance, so you didn’t scold him any longer.

You sighed. You knew about this Ryan guy, especially because Brendon talked about him and the others all the time when you guys hung out after his practices, and how you guys would ‘get along so well.’ You really doubted it, since he seemed really rude and egotistical. At least that’s how you assumed from how Brendon described him during band practices.

There were 3 loud knocks on your door, which made you and your cat jump. “Give me a second!” You shouted, hastily grabbing your bag and phone, jogging to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and you saw Brendon smiling like he'd just cured world hunger.

“Why do you look so happy, Bren?” You said curiously, one of your eyebrows curled up. You knew Brendon had to be up to something; he probably planned something, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Even though Brendon is like an open book, you still couldn’t figure out what he had planned.

He shook his head, putting his arm around your shoulder playfully as if you were a damsel in distress. Pulling you closer to him, “Oh, nothing, Y/N! Come on, let's go before Ryan yells at me even more! He already yelled at me for bringing you…” He said, closing your apartment door and leading the way to where he parks his car.

You weren’t anxious, per se. I mean, you had already met Spencer, the drummer, but you hadn’t really formally met Jon or Ryan, so you were a tad uneasy. Worrying about how you look and how you should greet the two. You sat in the passenger seat of Brendon’s Honda, using the sun visor mirror to make your makeup look at least decent, and your lipstick wasn’t stained. Fishing out your lipstick, you reapplied it, making sure it was perfect.

Like Brendon was reading your mind, he patted your back reassuringly, “Hey— don’t worry, I’m sure Jon and Ryan will like you, just try to calm down, relax a bit, yeah?” You nodded, still agitated, as you took a deep breath in and out, trying to suppress all your nerves that were running through your body.

Brendon started to back out of where he was parking. Brendon wasn’t the greatest driver, but you still trusted him to drive safely, kind of…

When you guys were on the road, you sighed, looking out of the passenger window. The sky was still gloomy, as if it would pour heavily. “Hey, Bren?” Brendon hummed as he continued to drive to Spencer’s place, “Do you think it’s gonna rain soon?” You said, looking through the passenger window, “Uhmm, maybe? I don’t know, we'll have to see.”

Finally arriving at Spencer's house, you felt more tense, like you felt Ryan’s and Jon’s presents from the car. Walking out of the car felt like there were 2 bricks on your feet, keeping you from continuing.

Brendon slung his arm around you, almost like he was trying to ground you as you both continued to walk.

There was a dark figure standing on the patio, their arms crossed, and Brendon waved to it happily, “Hey Ryan!” Brendon said, releasing his grip from your shoulder and walking towards Ryan, “What the hell took you so long?! And your little girlfriend better not flirt with any of us, or I swear, Brendon—” Brendon laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude, she’s not my girlfriend, I mean, yeah, she’s hot, but we’re just friends. And I know she won’t flirt with you guys.” Ryan rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked to the garage, where all their equipment was.

It's not like Ryan hates you, per se. It’s just that there were too many girls who kept on flirting with him and the others, and it got pretty annoying after the first few times.

Brendon turned his head to see you standing there awkwardly. He winked playfully, a sign for you to follow him, which you obliged.

The garage wasn’t too small; it was big enough to fit all their equipment and a decent-sized couch, where you could place your bag. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N I’m sure you guys know her!” Brendon cheered, Spencer waved to you with a smile, “Good to see you again, Y/N.” Jon gave a quick ‘hi’ to you, and well… Ryan rolled his eyes at you while he grabbed his guitar, “Let’s just get this over with…” Ryan mumbled.

What a bitch.. You thought to yourself, sure, maybe it’s because you didn’t know him well, but even then, he was so rude for no reason!! He acts like he’s on top of the world or something.

They all warmed up. I sat down on the beaten-up couch, grabbed my notebook from my bag, which held poems I'd written or doodles I had made when I got bored with the professor talking about nothing relevant.

When they finally started playing, they weren’t so bad— You knew Brendon could sing, especially in high school when y’all did late-night karaoke. The rest weren’t so bad themselves; they were good at their instruments, but Ryan… oh my god, Ryan was annoyingly good at singing and guitar.

It made you want to slam his face on the floor from now on. You gripped your pen hard, scribbling random doodles, trying to focus on that rather than Ryan.

After around 1 hour, Brendon decided to take a break, meaning the others had to too, after all, they couldn’t practice without their beloved singer!

Brendon plopped himself right next to you, leaning to see what you were doing, “Heya Y/N.. Are you writing a poem this time?” You hummed, nodding your head. You were in a trance as you kept writing. Maybe it was frustration, maybe it was anger, you had no clue, but you felt writing would make you feel better. He checked his phone, realizing he was late, and his eyes widened.

Standing up immediately, slightly stumbling forwards as he grabbed his jacket, hastily putting it on, he turned to you with an apologetic smile, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, but I completely forgot I had something to do, so I can’t drop you off! Ryan, you can do it for me, right? Alright, thanks!” Brendon stormed off before either could argue back or disagree.

You looked at Spencer and Jon with pleading eyes, but they both shook their heads, “Sorry, Y/N, my mom won’t let me take her car at night.” Spencer said with a sorry look on his face, “I can’t either. I have to get to my house before 8:30, and it’s already 8:15,” Jon replied as he packed up all of his equipment. Heading towards his car.

Ryan sighed angrily, combing through his hair with his fingers, not even bothered to look at you or even in your direction, “Great, now I have to be stuck with you. I’ll be waiting in my car.” Ryan rolled his eyes once more.

Looking at him with pure annoyance on your face, you squinted at him, your nose scrunched, and huffed, " What's the matter with him? You haven’t done anything to him at all; you're just Brendon's friend, that's all. Packing all your stuff into your bag, you quickly walked towards where Ryan had walked off.

Entering his passenger seat, “Don’t think about it, Ryan, just drive me to my apartment on Smith Street.” You said before Ryan could open his mouth to say something mean.

“So what’s up with you and Brendon, y’all dating or something? Why did he even bring you to practice?” He questioned, his eyes still on the road. You were honestly shocked that he asked you that question, you didn’t expect him to ask that at all, “First of all— that’s gross that you even think that Brendon is like a brother to me, second I have no clue why he just kept begging me to go see you guys practice, it’s like he’s trying to set me up with you.” You jokingly said, but that thought almost made you gag.

While you were in Ryan’s car, all of a sudden, it started to pour. You groaned. When you didn’t listen to your gut to bring an umbrella, it started to rain.

Finally, you guys stopped at your building, gathered your bags, “Do you have an umbrella?” Ryan raised an eyebrow and laughed at you, “Yeah, but not for you. Now hurry up, I need to get back home.” You growled at him and immediately opened the passenger door, quickly closing it as you ran towards your apartment building, trying your best not to get as wet.

Ryan laughed at you like you were a jester trying to impress the king. When you finally entered the building, you were soaked from head to toe. No thanks to Ryan, whom you swear you’ll hate for the rest of eternity, you pray you never see him again, even if it’s Brendon’s friend and bandmate.