puppy!dex kitty!reader owner!lester
"dexie— off!" you huff, pawing at his chest as he continued to lick you,, his tongue running up your neck with small ones to the side of your face as your nose scrunches up with a small grumble, tail stiffening for a moment before it began to flick in annoyance, the man was basically squishing you with his body. his tail wagging in joy as his arms were locked around you, "wh— what are you even doing…" "cleaning you." he mumbles in response against your neck, not pausing his ‘cleaning’ as you screw your eyes shut for a moment as you begin to squirm in your spot. "lester!!! tell him to get off!" the man sat on the other end of the couch paid no attention as he sighed dramatically, muttering complaints to himself before reaching over and tugging on dex’s tail, "get off her, mutt." dex glaring at lester as his tail pauses its wagging for a short moment. before reluctantly letting go of you as he whines quietly, "how come you can do it to me but i cant lick you?" dex reaching out slowly as he gives you breathing room, pawing at you for attention — his hair sticking up in random directions and his eyes all wide and needy. "because m’actually cleaning you— you’re just, uh, licking me." your own hands moving to smooth out his hair on instinct.. lester watching the sight with a small sigh and shake of his head. "animals.."
later on that evening dex had cornered you,, again. the two of you in one of the bedrooms as he cuddles you — your chests pressed against eachother,, his tail wagging as he licks your neck once more — wanting to get his scent on you. your hands kneaded at his tummy gently, soft purrs leaving you as you let him get it outta his system… "such a cute kitty," dex teases, nipping your ears playfully as you hum quietly. his other hand reaching around to rub where your tail connected, scratching that spot gently as your arch into his touch and drape a leg over his waist. "hmmm, good boy," tilting your head back slightly as he continued to lick you, before you returned the favour.
the door opened quietly— "SERIOUSLY? on MY bed?!" lester groans, face palming. him tugging dex by the collar, quite rough — the pup refuses to let go of you. "get off you two!— and take a bath, kitten. you smell like this mutt," dex’s ears perking up in accomplishment as his tail wags again while you groan at the realisation.. "gross..." dex padding after you as you leave to the bathroom.
