when you wake up all groggy and confused and your daddy just whispers ''shh… it's alright, puppy. daddy is done soon.''
because daddy is using your puppy parts.
you can feel him deep inside you, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl even though you can barely move. your body is still heavy with sleep, your mind all fuzzy and soft, like cotton wool stuffed behind your eyes.
you whine, sad that you got woken up-
but so, so happy that daddy is using you.
so you whimper and push your hips back, just a little.
and daddy shushes you again, running his hand through your messy hair, scratching behind your ear the way you love. ''shh… shh… you're okay. you're doing so good, puppy. just a little more.''
you try to say something. "Mm... d'ddy.." but it comes out muffled and garbled.
daddy chuckles. "such a sleepy puppy, mhm?"
you just make another soft sound, even too tired to push your hips back.
and then he asks, gentle, "do you need one of your special sleepy pills, puppy? or are you gonna be good for me?"
and you know what the sleepy pills do.
but you also know he's proud of you when you're good without them.
so you sniffle, push your face into the pillow and mumble, "…g-good…"
daddy kisses the back of your neck. "that's my perfect puppy."
