What about catboys that are lactose intolerant? Those poor kitties gotta grapple between the want of warm milk, but the knowledge that they'll suffer later.
Oh those poor boys!!
Well I'm not lactose intolerant so I don't know all the ins-and-outs of it, but where I work we sell some stuff that supposedly can help people process lactose better.
So maybe if these particular catboys kinda limited the amount of milk they have, and then also took that enzyme supplement alongside it then they'd probably be okay?? Im just guessing though! XD
(If any of y'all are lactose intolerant, and my logic here is wrong please correct me on this!!!!! ♡)
“wanna play,” you murmur. “mikey, can i suck y’cock? please?” he grunts like all the air has been sucked from his lungs.
content warnings: smut (oral m+f receiving, oral fixation, praise kink, bimbo!reader, mike is 19!!)
summary: you’re bored. mike satisfies your needs.
mike wheeler likes to make you sweat.
he knows you’re needy; he knows you’re desperate for his attention, trapped in the confines of his bedroom, limbs sprawled every which way as he reads a comic with his attention elsewhere. it’s purposeful, tactical, the way he ignores you — just enough to have you whining but not quite enough to send you into a full blown temper tantrum.
“mikey,” you whine, voice high pitched and drawn out. petulant.
“mmh,” he hums noncommittally, a hand reaching out to thread through your hair. you huff.
“i’m bored.”
“yeah? what do ya wanna do, then, baby?” your brow furrows as you clamber up the bed, settling on your stomach between his gangly legs. pushing his t-shirt upwards, you trace the dark tuft of hair on his pubic bone with your nose, following his happy trail up until you meet his bellybutton and parting plush lips to mouth at his abdomen; you revel in the way his abs flex and tense at your touch, his long fingers reflexively grasping your jaw.
“wanna play,” you murmur. “mikey, can i suck y’cock? please?” he grunts like all the air has been sucked from his lungs.
“baby, now?”
“mmh,” you giggle. “please?”
you don’t wait for a verbal response, eagerly tugging at his shorts enough to free his boxers. you palm him through the thin fabric a few times, humming happily as he hardens beneath your fingertips.
“hurry up.” his voice is breathless and strung out.
“‘kay,” you chirp, reaching into his underwear to fist his pretty cock, the mushroom tip ruddy and leaking. “so pretty,” you murmur dreamily, gazing up at him as though he hung the moon and all your stars. you can’t get enough of the way his eyes flutter closed as you kiss a soft trail along the shaft of his dick and cup his balls in a manicured hand.
you’re content suckling on his head for a while, pumping the rest of his length in your fist, although after a while it becomes tedious. you crave the heaviness of his cock on your tongue, him nestled in the back of your throat. forcing your head down, you take him as far down your throat as possible, closing your eyes and focusing on breathing through your nose. mike’s entire body shudders and his thighs come up to wrap around your head, effectively caging you in.
your chin presses to his balls, nose buried in his pubes as he involuntarily bucks his hips into your mouth. the position is lewd; he’s treating you as if you’re nothing more than a toy. bubbles form and drool drips from the stretched corners of your mouth and onto the bed and his pleased moans have you grinding into the bed and soaking through your panties like a whore.
“shit!” mike groans. “just a bit longer, baby. i‘m gonna come.” you gurgle and choke around him and when your throat tightens, mike loses composure and grabs your head, rutting his hips wildly into your gaping mouth; your eyes well with tears and flutter shut and your body goes lax against him. you’ve gone limp and loose, letting him use you for his own pleasure like a doll.
a few more seconds pass and mike lets out a long, keening moan, his cock twitching wildly as he fills your throat with his thick spend. you swallow it on instinct, pulling off of him and gasping.
“good girl. oh, shit. good girl.” he coos, grasping your armpits and lifting you into his arms. you cling to him, chest heaving as he thumbs away the streaked mascara from your cheeks.
“was that good, mikey?” you ask meekly, scrunching your nose.
“so good, baby. fuck.” he kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. “think i ought to return the favour, hm?”
you squeal as he flips you over, running a thumb across your swollen pussy. your panties cling to you and mike presses a kiss to your engorged clit, nudging the soft fabric with his nose.
“please, mikey. please,” you murmur over and over, threading your fingers through his dark hair. “need you.”
“shh, shh,” he soothes, pushing the wet fabric to the side and licking a broad stripe up your slit. “so good f’me, aren’t ya?”
mike has to figure out how to position himself just right to hook his arms under your thighs and give himself room to give you the most pleasure. he doesn’t hesitate to grab onto your pussy, licking, sucking and borderline making out with your dripping hole. your back arches deliciously and you push yourself further into his face, delirious. and when his tongue dances up and down across your folds before his face moves up and latches onto your clit, sucking harshly, you nearly scream.
“oh, fuck!” you squeal, the pleasure only building as one of his lanky arms comes up to grope at your tits. “mikey, don’t stop, fuck, i’m gonna-”
you blabber and sob around disjointed words, limp and pliant in mike’s hold. he hums against your clit and the vibrations shoot straight up your spine.
“right there,” you pant, “‘m gonna come.”
your muscles seize as your release hits you and you soak mike’s face and hands in your slick, shuddering. he pushes you through it, not stalling his movements until you’re squirming and kicking out at him.
“okay, okay,” he relents, drinking in your disheveled appearance: heavy breathing, fluttering eyelids and shaking legs. he laughs as you paw at him, begging for cuddles. “okay, baby.”
“bet you’re not bored now,” he teases. you laugh weakly.
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ppl with age regression kinks are so fucking nasty. like you literally get a stiff bone over someone who thinks and acts like a child. it’s litter giving undercover pedo😬😬 .
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