One Shots

MIW Infantilism (p1)

Devin's POV

I the first one up on the bus, for once, so I decided to take a hot shower before the rest of the guys woke up and stole the bathroom.

I set my phone up on the counter, humming along quietly to whatever decided to play for me today. The sound of rushing water joined the chorus, and I smiled faintly.

Nothing felt better than a nice, hot shower after living in your own filth for a few days.

I undressed and bent over to look under the sink for my shower supplies. I frowned, noting that my lavender soap had been shoved to the very back.

Getting down on my hands and knees, I extended my arm for the soap, completely unaware of my recently acquired company until a large pair of hands cupped my exposed ass. A surprised gasp passed my lips, and I heard a familiar chuckle.

"Chris?" The singer continued to grope me, but I didn't mind. His lips left open mouthed kisses on my neck, eliciting soft moans from yours truly. His hands crept around to hold my hips, and I sat back on my knees to look up into his hazel eyes.

That signature smirk sat on his perfect lips. "Look at you, already down on your knees for me." His large hand buried itself in my hair, bringing my face towards his fully erect penis.

Instinctively, my lips parted to allow my tongue to explore the underside of his shaft. He groaned, tugging at my hair until I stood up to face him. "Let's get my dirty boy all cleaned up." I blushed, but allowed Chris to lift me up into the shower.

Last night's makeup ran down my face, mixing with the water as it ran down Chris' chest. His hands ran up and down along my back, relaxing my sore muscles until I was purring like a kitten in his arms.

A warm washcloth rubbed my favorite body wash into my pores, removing the dirt and grime of the past two days. Chris used his spare hand to spread my ass cheeks apart, letting a cold rush of air occupy the space between my cheeks.

One single finger slid up into my welcoming hole, teasing me. "Chris!" A harsh hand came down, delivering a smack to my bottom, and I gasped. "What's my name, little one?" My brain had seemingly been washed down the drain with the remains of my makeup, but, in the hopes of receiving a good fucking rather than a spanking, I let my mind regress.

"Daddy, fuck me!" I commanded, my tone bratty and strained. His hard hand came down once more on my ass. "I don't think you deserve it." He whispered, washing my face gently. "Only good little boys get fucked."

The water was shut off, and Chris stepped out of the shower to grab himself a towel. I pouted, staring down his erection with determination. "I'll be a good boy today, Daddy, I promise." He chuckled, tying the towel off around his waist and reaching back under the sink to grab my Disney princess wrap.

"That's what you said yesterday, Ghosty, and then Daddy Ryan caught you coloring on the walls of the venue in your panties." He reminded me, planting a kiss on my lower tummy to tease me. "You're lucky I didn't leave your ass cherry red for pulling such a stunt." I frowned, wrapping my arms around his neck to beg for forgiveness and cuddles. "I sowwy, Daddy." He sighed, carrying me into the bunk alley without another word.

Chris opened up one of the cubbies by his bunk, he handed me a pair of princess panties and my pink pacifier before setting me down to get dressed himself.

The bunk right next to me just so happened to be Ricky's, and the sleeping baby raccoon was starting to stir in his bed.

I checked to make sure Chris wasn't looking before I crawled into bed with him. His skinny arms wrapped around me tightly, and I let out a small giggle.