Somewhat Dating
#2 of Messy Catgirl Smut
A short little sequel to Superficially Dating, going deeper into some of the themes, once again exploring some of my own hangups via the medium of funny cat and dog people.
Nathan knocks on Ellie's door again. "I said it's OPEN," Ellie yells from the depths of the apartment. He comes in and politely locks the door behind him. Her familiar scent floods his nose. She doesn't come to greet him, and when he goes to her bedroom he sees why. The cat girl has tied her ankles together, handcuffed herself to her bed and tossed the key out of reach. On the sheets beside her are some spare lengths of rope, a ball gag, and a spanking paddle. She's sat up, staring at him, knees apart, her free hand spreading her butterfly lips.
"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Nathan asks, standing still in the doorway, one eyebrow raised.
"Just indulge me."
"Alright, kinky girl."
Ellie grins. She jams two fingers inside herself casually as she watches the boy undress and get into bed beside her. He spoons her, pulling her in softly by her twintails until his nose is in her neck. The feeling of his breath on it makes her squirm.
"Let's try something." He straps the ball gag around her face. She's compliant and just shivers in anticipation. After thinking about it, he also pulls her hand, covered in her juices, away from between her legs and carefully ties her wrists together. "Now we're good to go."
"Hmh?"
He chuckles before slowly pushing his dick inside her, no condom this time, just staying there for the while. His arms wrap around her, pressing her into the soft warmth of his slightly chubby body. He coos right in her ear. "Look. I will shower you with compliments the whole time I'm fucking you, and there's literally nothing you can do about them."
She doesn't respond, but she feels her cheeks flush, her face noticeably reddening.
"Ready?"
"Mhm."
He starts gently thrusting into her, slow and sensual. Her toes curl, and her walls tense up around him momentarily before relaxing. "Ellie," he starts, "I don't know why you would think you aren't good enough." He watches her expression, which is mostly blank so far. "You're unique, you're beautiful, you're raw, you're delightfully kinky in bed. What more could a guy want?" She sighs, which is kind of discouraging, making him pause. "Listen, you don't need to do anything to yourself to get us to like you. We like you. Personally, I love you. I don't want a self destructive sex slave, I just want a fun and interesting person, which you are already. And I'm not the only one." She sighs again, more shaky this time. "I don't know what you want, and it looks like you don't either. You say you're just having fun and then you turn around and complain about how you feel like you're on a downward spiral." She lets out a tiny whimper and tenses up. "You said you didn't want to convince yourself you deserve to be abused, broken, mutilated, anything like that, but you're so dangerously close." Another whimper. "We just want- I want to coddle you. You're a good girl." He pets her head, ruffling her bangs with his fingers. She sobs once and finally lets the tears run. "That's it, let it all out." He continues to lovingly fuck her as she cries, shuddering silently in his arms.
"I guess I can't possibly know how you feel," he continues after a bit, his own voice shaking momentarily, "but I want you to feel warm, loved, innocent, and whole." He cops a feel of her chest, letting the softness fill his hand, then continues down her body, tracing her abdomen. He idly runs his fingers through her thick pubic hair. "I just want you to be happy. I'll accept that making me spank you or tease you about your scent or your armpit hair or whatever is fun for you, but I don't actually want to be mean. Own it, be a little evil with it if you really want, be my little narcissist, you deserve it, but please, don't let it just be the flipside to hating yourself."
"Mh." She hides her face in the sheets, breathing huffily.
"You feel amazing, by the way... You always talk about appeasing me or whatever, but, this is about making you feel good, because I want to, because it makes me feel good in turn."
She sighs.
"I'll stop now before I also start crying. Just, know that you're a good sub."
"Mmmh," she complains, because she doesn't want him to stop. He wipes the tears from her face.
Tentatively, he pulls one hand away, spits on his fingers and then starts teasing her asshole with them, threatening to push one in. It sends shivers up her whole body. One finger slipping inside makes her panic, let out a little yelp and squirt something that may or may not be urine all over his dick. He chuckles before pulling out from both of her holes. She perks up, staring at him with needy glistening eyes. "Shh," he says as he takes off her ball gag, "don't say anything and I'll cum in your mouth."
After a moment of hesitation, her face lights up with a smile, and she nods.
"Good girl." He pets her head again, making her giggle. "You're the best, Ellie."
She patiently waits as he sits up and situates her head in his lap. He keeps affectionately stroking her behind the ears as she diligently slobbers on his cock, looking up at him gratefully the whole time, his swollen knot making her cheeks bulge adorably. Her mind is comfortably blank.