Wes/Reader | Dollface Oneshots

Bell the Cat (Smut)

Summary: Wes meets a girl dressed as a cat at a Halloween party and decides to tame her.
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)
Content Warning: D/s, leash, collar, degradation, oral (male receiving), edging, fingering, spanking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

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Halloween is an interesting time of year. The one night when you can truly be whatever you want. You can learn so much about a person based purely on the costume they choose to wear. In my case, it meant that I was quite possibly the most basic bitch in the house.

I say almost, because there was another person in the house that might  have had a bigger claim to that title. The costume in question was a  single sticker stuck to the front of a shirt. The man wearing it, however, got away with wearing such  ridiculous attire for one reason, and one reason only: he was, by far,  the most attractive man in the building. Possibly the whole world.

Unfortunately, he also happened to be ruining the  image. In the middle of a house filled with people looking for any possible distraction from the life we led  during the other 364 days of the year, this man was lounging on the couch and staring intently at his phone. It simply would not do; I would not let this beautiful man spoil my idealistic expectations for the night by being hung up on something else.

So, discarding any remaining inhibitions that persisted despite the copious amounts of alcohol, I marched right up to him and took a seat on his lap. Somewhat surprisingly, he didn't immediately push me off. In fact, he didn't really react at all. He just sat there, staring at me with raised eyebrows and a slight smile.

"Can I give you a word of advice?" I asked, wrapping one arm around his shoulder.

He watched the precarious hold I had on the plastic cup in my hand, but then looked back up at me with a chuckle. Again, he didn't make a single indication of discomfort. He just maintained  that goofy look with a smile that continued to grow wider. 

"Uh... Sure?"

"What's your name?"

His tongue swept over his lips before he answered me. "Wes," he said, finally bringing a hand up to rest against my hip and keep me from falling.

"Okay, Wes," I started, scooting even closer to him now that he had displayed at least a sliver of interest. "My word of advice: stop checking your phone. She's not going to text you back."

"Well—" he started, but I swiftly cut him off with a finger on his lips. The little smirk had stretched into a full, toothy smile. It shouldn't have been possible to literally be attracted to someone's teeth, and yet all I could think about was him  sinking them into my skin. I tried not to let it distract me. It barely worked.

"No, okay, listen. I bet I know exactly what kind of girl this is." I paused to clear my throat and take a drink. Once I had finished, he held his hand out to me. I slowly lowered my drink into his hand, which he then rested against the seat next to us.

"Please, continue," he instructed.

"Okay. I bet you met her recently and she seemed great; the total package. Then something sort of weird happened and now she's totally ghosting you, and only calls you when it's convenient which seems super random."

The subtle sadness covering his features told me that I was right. I almost felt bad about it, too, having obviously dampened his spirits, but I also knew that I could lift them up again. And that part would be way, way more fun for both of us.

Pressing on, I let my now free hand follow the patterns on his shirt. "And when you do see her, it's never really all that satisfactory, but you let it go because you really want it to go somewhere it was never going to go."