#kelles

You loved helping your girlfriend with her work.

You didn’t know much on music. Didn’t know the first thing about writing it, producing it, sending it in. But you knew how to help her with stress relief. Kellin’s been having pretty bad neck pains the stress had been getting to her so bad. You encouraged her to take a break, and she absolutely did.

But you loved helping your girlfriend. almost as much as you loved how much your girlfriend loves you. She was always making sure you were comfortable. Always making sure you took care of yourself. Today, she was making sure you drank enough water. Always refilling your metal water bottle. You didn’t think much of it.

She just complained about her neck pains, the stress of getting in this one feature of her song, all she really did was call you over. You thought she needed a massage, a kiss from her honey. Maybe—

Click.

Your pupils dialated. You looked a bit dazed, your eyes clouded and your stomach triggering a groinal response that felt like someone was poking your lower abdomen with their finger—You knew exactly what she was holding. It was the bright pink clicker you guys bought at the store a while back. You remember the embarrassment of going up to the cashier. Being convinced they somehow knew you two didn’t have a dog. She clicked it because you did what she said, you came in the room.

“I need a break.” Kellin said, wrapping the curly band of the clicker around her aged, tattooed wrist.

What were you…

“Sit.”

You stumble out of your shoes, getting to your knees. You knew exactly what she was wanting to do. In that process, Kellin made a groan in the back of her throat. clearly not pleased with your stumbling.

Eventually, you were on your knees looking up at Kellin with innocuous doe eyes.

Click.

“Good girl.” She said warmly. Her tone had a degree of condescension that didn’t go unnoticed. She stood up. You smelled her usual cologne on her wrist as she pet your hair patronizingly. You opened your mouth when you saw she had a small strawberry candy in her hand —Kellin used that specific candy to train you. It normally was a click, and the candy. Click, and candy. That was her normal positive reinforcement with you. She scratched behind your ears as she gave it to you. You held out your hands out of habit, the typical human reaction to being given something. But you weren’t human, were you? Not at this moment.

Kellin’s arm hovered a bit more, making a swooshing motion when she noticed you were grabbing using your hands. “No. Down.” She drawled. “You use your mouth. That’s what good puppies do, yeah?”

Sorry—

Kellin cut you off by holding the pink candy in the air above you in a fist. You could kind of see the pink peaking out from her black polished fingers. You looked up expectantly, fighting the urge to nip at it. You knew Kellin would love your patience.

Kellin put the candy in your mouth, scratching behind your ears once more. You melted into the physical affection from your owner adoring girlfriend.

“That’s a very good girl, sweetness.”

As the tart candy melted on your tongue, you forgot the effect it had on you. Kellin’s done this so much, used this particular flavor so much, it pavloved a reaction in you. And you felt it on the ruined cloth under your skirt.

You were slick. You thought. Your hand slowly inched under your skirt. If you could just have a little bit of friction on your poor cunt—

“Hey. Bad.”

Almost immediately, Kellin lightly pushed back your adventurous hand. “You aren’t supposed to touch, love.” She corrected, sweetly and sternly. As if she was talking to a toddler.

Uh…B-But Kellin…?

She didn’t acknowledge anything. She absentmindedly picked at her nail, as if you weren’t on your knees in front of her. Right, right.

Ma’am?

Click.

“Yes pup?” She responded, rewarding you with another candy she popped in your mouth.

I-It’s aching…

Kellin’s eyes glinted with faux confusion. “What? What’re you talking about?”

Ma’am…

“Truly, don’t know what you’re on about. You’ve gotta be specific baby. What’s aching?”

She knew what was aching. Oh, of course she does. She always got off to the way you broke eye contact and how your cheeks went rosy. She could’ve forced you to make eye contact, but she knew you were already embarrassed as is. Wanted to go easier on you.

“C’mon. If you’re gonna act like a braindead whore and touch without permission, at least be straight up with me. What’s aching?”

M-My…

“Your what? Didn’t quite catch that.”

My c-cunt…

Your cheeks burned at how lewd it sounded.

“Oh pup…You could’ve just said that. I would’ve helped you.”

You perked up. You just wanted her to finger you. Do something, anything to take the edge off.

But, she didn’t. Kellin didn’t even do anything that alluded to her touching your aching heat. She sat back in her chair, rolling in front of you. Once she put her foot in front of you, you put two and two together as to what she wanted you to do.

“Panties off” Kellin commanded. You angled yourself from your position on your knees, wriggling out of and eventually kicking off the cotton underwear. Kellin let a cocky exhale out of her nose when she saw the dark spot on the fabric.

Click. “Good girl.” Candy.

She shoved her well-worn doc marten in front of you. “Use this, yeah?”

You nodded, pouting.

You then wrapped your thighs lightly around her boot and started grinding your swollen clit on the laces. Click. “Poor thing’s in heat. I’d punish you for almost touching without asking, but it’s not like you can help it. You can hump my shoe baby. I don’t mind” Kellin cooed at you, putting another candy between your lips. She felt the vibrations of your little broken whimpers. She felt the warmth of your sloppy pussy through the leather. She heard the lewd, embarrassing noises from the leather. “You’re fucking soaked.” Kellin chided. You let out a shaking whine at that. It almost sounded like praise.

Kellin knew your tells when you were close. you began trembling. Your ruts got all sloppy and uneven.

You faltered your movements a bit, feeling a pressure in your belly.

Uhm…

Kellin pulled your hair lightly to make your head loll upwards. “What is it? You wanna stop?”

No, no. I just…Kinda feel like I need to pee…

Kellin’s eyes darkened. “You didn’t go before we started?”

I didn’t have to GO then.

You knew your colors. Kellin knew you knew your colors. She paused for a moment, expecting you to say “red”, and walk to the bathroom and take care of business. But you didn’t. You just sat there, brain turned to mush from how horny you are.

“Oh,” She said, putting emphasis on the word. “You wanna make a bigger mess, baby? Christ. You were already gonna cum on my boot. I thought you were a good puppy? Already potty trained.” She remarked.

I…

Kellin pushed up on your cunt with her boot. “You could’ve said red but you didn’t. Why didn’t you?” Your ruts started up again, just as erratic. “You wanna make a mess all over yourself?”

You couldn’t control your needy whimpers as you were about to be pushed over the edge. She angled her boot a certain way, making you see white. Shockingly, you didn’t lose control of your bladder.

Kellin pushed you off lightly, noting the mess on her shoe and the ground near it. She tsked. “Such a messy puppy.”

She then noticed there wasn’t any piss. “You didn’t piss yourself? Atta girl.” She praised. Her words were sweet, but her tone suggested something a bit more backhanded. “I’m so proud of you.”

Sorry about your shoe.

“Meh. It’s black. I can wipe it off.”

Kellin shifted her weight and you wondered what she was doing. You didn’t put together what she was doing until she undid her buckle with no issue using just one hand.

“Here—Does puppy want a treat for being so good?”

Kellin always came home late during shows. Touring was rough. You knew that. but watching her onstage made it so much worse. God, the way she was so in her element, the way she fiddled with the mic as she sang. Eventually you got bored. You loved your girlfriend. Don’t get that twisted. But you get used to the same songs every night. and god, were you horny.

You walked around the tour bus. It was empty. Kellin and the guys all were performing. It was relatively late but you knew they were still on. One thing about Kellin was she loved attention. She was always looking for excuses to be onstage longer. Encores were her favorite.

Your eyes fell on a stuffed rabbit Kellin got you on your first date. It was worn a bit from being so old. You squeezed it, the smell of Kellin’s cologne on it giving you an idea.

You took off your PJ shorts, wriggling off your panties along with it. you positioned yourself against the rabbit, shuddering when your clit lightly grazed it.

You got into a rhythm. It felt night. Wasn’t enough to nut from, considering the texture wasn’t rough enough. But it did feel nice. You just wished it were Kellin’s jeans clad knee you were rutting against.

After a while, you got jumpscared by the door opening.

Fuck. Fuck. The one time you neglected to lock the door. Kellin closed the door and looked around.

“Sweetness? You in here?”

She looked the corner and saw you, spread out with the rabbit between your legs. She put two and two together as to what you were doing.

You stopped, reaching for the blanket out of instinct. Kellin, I…

“No no,” She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Don’t stop on my account.” Kellin’s pupils were dialated and she chewed her lip at the little show you were putting on.

I was just…

“Just what, humping your rabbit? Are you in heat, pup?”

You blushed, nodding.

She patronizingly patted your head. “Do you want mommy to help you out, baby?”

You felt your brain go dumb at her calling her self that, nodding again eagerly.

Kellin pulled the rabbit off of you, noticing the dampness. She kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your flushed cheeks. Then she was kissing all over your face until you were giggling uncontrollably.

She kissed your lips and kneaded your thighs lightly. “So pretty…”

You bit her lower lip lightly which made her groan. You could feel the blood in your body make its way south.

Kellin nipped your earlobe, then kissed down to your chest, then slowly stroke your hips with her fingertips.

She dropped to her knees on the side of the bunk. Someone isn’t fucking around, you thought. You weren’t complaining.

Kellin spread you out by the middle of your thighs, pressing down on your plush skin. Your legs felt odd in the position but you were too turned on to care.

She kissed your thigh once, when you felt contact on your skin a second time, you thought it was just gonna be another kiss. You let out something between a wincing moan and a cry when she sunk her teeth into the fatty flesh of your thigh. It was definitely going to leave a mark there. Kellin kissed over it as if to apologize for causing you pain.

Kellin used her thumbs to open your folds. She admired the view.

“Aw, angel…”

What?

She flicked the nub of your clit with her tongue, making your thighs tremble. “Made a little mess down here huh?”

S-Shut u-

She licked a stripe up your folds and swirled her tongue around your clit lightly. With that, Kellin went all in. Your thighs periodically twitched around her head as she alternated between lapping at your folds and gently sucking at your clit. She spread you out, specifically where your clit was as it twitched out of the hood. Kellin flattened her tongue against it, knowing that made your already broken moans turn to whines. You bucked into her face until—

Mo-Hah. M-Mommy…

She looked up at you with doe eyes as she slid her middle and ring fingers in you. “Didn’t even hurt, did it, angel?” Kellin curled them, making you grab her inky hair strands to steady yourself. “They just slid right in didn’t they? You’re that needy for mommy?”

Mommy, I’m ..

She continued finger-fucking you, making you arch your back. The wet, sloppy noises combined with your pathetic whimpers made her involuntarily start grinding up against the bunk fully clothed. “You sound like a whore, baby.” That made you let out a high pitched moan. Oh you liked that. She could tell there was buildup, between your noises and the unrhythmic clenches and fluttering of your walls. Kellin maintained the same pace and consistency until you hit your peak.

Kellin pulled back with that stupid, smug look on her face. “Does the aching feel better honey?”

You kissed her, tasting yourself on her lips.

Uh-Huh

You leaned back, hardly able to keep your eyes open.

“You want some tea? Or something.”

Uh-Uh. You clinged to her as if you wanted to somehow melt into her skin.

“You want to cuddle for a while?”

You nodded with something muffled that sounded like affirmation. forgetting that you were just completely bare from the waist down, you nodded off into Kellin’s shoulder, feeling safe.

You nodded frantically. Yes, yes puppy did want a treat.

You were torn between fucked out from your orgasm and needy at the thought of helping Kellin out. But first things first; god, you had to piss.

As you got up, Kellin kicked you back down. Not too hard, but it was just enough for the toes of her Doc to leave little indents on your shoulder. Not to mention you falling flat on your ass. Kellin laughed at your little surprised reaction. God, she thought you were the cutest little thing ever. She could kick you around, push you back on your knees, and you would just get that dumb little look on your face and that funny feeling in your lower tummy. You would still say thank you. Kellin finished undoing her belt buckle and pulled down her boxers as well. You couldn’t help but notice the wetness on the fabric.

“Uh-uh. What’re you doing?”

I was just going to use the bathroom—

You suddenly felt Kellin’s hand trail up your spine. You were taken off guard when you suddenly felt her tangle her hand in your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck. “Oh I messed up, angel.”

What—

Her grip on the roots of your hair tightened, making you wince. “I’m supposed to give you specific orders. its how your dumb little brain knows how to process. No wonder you’re getting all confused…I should’ve said it clearer.” She cleared her throat. “Heel.” In the slow but smooth motion of Kellin taking off her pants and boxers, she still seemed to remember to keep the clicker on hand. You did what she said. You went to her ankle and sat.

Click. Candy.

As she put the candy in your mouth, her thumb lingered between your parted, brain dead lips. “Wanna make mommy feel good baby?”

You nodded eagerly, knowing better than to speak unless Kellin allowed you to. Before you could even register what was happening, Kellin pushed your face in her heat.

It was so wet. All that from training you and watching you cum on her boot. Mommy was so desperate for you and you loved it.

You peppered some kisses around her upper thighs. She gasped. You spread out her hood, the little bundle of nerves peaking out. It’s cute. You slowly licked it, making her shudder. This egged you on to dive in. You lapped at her folds, sometimes swirling your tongue around her swollen clit. Her back almost folded in on itself, her thighs twitched. Drool mixed in with her wetness and it smeared on her thigh. You pulled her hood back a bit more, admiring the view.

It’s so easy to see when it’s this swollen…

Kellin let out a bitchy whine. “Shut the fuck up” She stuttered.

Messy mommy.

Kellin keened at your words. She gripped the back of your head by your hair with sloppy motor movements.

You angled her thighs on your shoulders for better access to her weeping cunt. That made her moans shakier. More broken. She bucked against your face with no shame. Suddenly, you pulled back. “What was that?”

You looked up at her with faux innocence. What was what?

“You pulled back.” She was getting whinier from how close she was.

You smiled back at her. I know. You blink up at her as if you had no idea what you were doing.

Her eyes flickered down for a second. They changed when she had the idea. You didn’t really know what to expect when suddenly her boot knocked you from your knees and fucking pressed down on your lower stomach.

Kellin—

“No puppy,” She dug the balls of her feet into your bladder, making you cry out. “You’re being a brat, now uou’re gonna make a mess.” Kellin said, coldly.

You squirmed, the feeling getting harder to hold in. you twisted your thighs harder in a null attempt to stop the eventual piss running swiftly down your inner thighs. Your face burned.

Kellin sucked her teeth. “Look at that. I thought i trained you better than that.”

S-Sorry. Sorry. Sorry—

Before you could finish your apologies, Kellin pushed your head back between her thighs and fucked herself on your tongue. Her thrusts were getting erratic and without rhythm. “Fucking whore.” She said. Her tone was shaking. It was very obviously trying to be dominant, but fuck, your mouth felt so good. Her thighs clamped around your head with a high pitched whimper. She shook around you. You could tell Kellin was trying hard not to suffocate you. You didn’t mind. Your tongue movements kept the pace as Kellin reached her peak.

Kellin caught her breath. “Shit.”

Did I do good, Mommy?

She had a visible reaction at the name. “yeah sweentess.” She ran her hand through your hair. “Yeah you did.”

Kellin?

“Yeah?