Luke's Kitten ✔

14

I woke up to the loud noise of Michael in the room beside mine. I groaned and tugged ny lazy and tired body out of my comfortable bed. I ran my hand through my wild mop of blond locks, trying to get them to look somewhat normal.

Michael flipped onto his stomach, his duvet by his ankles and showing off his white shirt and hickey-purple panties. The lace was thin and easily exposed the wet spot on them.

There was a wet spot on the bed and if it wasn't for the white substance that seeped through the thin lace, it would've looked like he peed the bed. Plus the hybrid moaned and whimpered so loud it was a wonder how he didn't wake himself up.

I moved closer to him, staring down at him as I stood at the side of his bed. I placed my hand on his shoulder and softly shook him awake. He stared up at me with shiny green eyes.

"Michael, were you having a naughty dream?" I asked quietly.

He rubbed his eyes and nodded, not really registering what was happening. Then he widened his eyes as a wave of realization crashed over him.

"Daddy." He said,  "I think I got my heat..."

"What's that?" I asked.

"H-hard to explain." Michael stated, shrugging, "It's a kitten thing."

"Um alright..." I said awkwardly, "Lets get you cleaned up and we can get you new sheets."

"Daddy no mad?" Michael asked, sliding out of bed.

I didn't give an answer. Should I be mad? I don't even know what heat is.

"We'll talk about that later. Grab some new clothes and meet me in the bathroom." I ordered.

He nodded and went for his dresser and walk-in closet. I turned the light on in the bathroom and turned the drain off. I got the water running and the tub filled up quickly.

Michael came in and set his new clothes on the sink counter. I checked the water to make sure it wasn't too hot for the hybrid.

"Daddy...are you staying?" Michael asked quietly.

"I was going to go check something downstairs and then come back and check on you." I replied, drying my wet fingers on my sweatpants.

"O-okay daddy." He whispered.

"Alright. You're all set up. Get all clean." I patted his hip as I passed.

I stepped out of the bathroom and ripped the sheets off Michael's bed in a few quick motions. I carried them downstairs to the big laundry room and put them in the washer. After that I went back upstairs for my phone.

I quickly looked up Cat Heat, getting multiple answers. I pressed one article from a big veterinarian hospital downtown. I read it quickly before replugging my half dead phone in.

I grabbed some new sheets from the linen closet before going into Michael's room. He was still in the bathroom so I fixed his bed.

I laid down on the bed and sighed softly. Michael walked out with his new clothes on and mumbled a small Hi towards me.

His hair was a bit wet but he climbed up into my lap all the same.

"I know what heat is and I know what everything else it." I sighed, softly brushing my hands down his waist and hips, "and storytelling is just saying what you're doing?"

"Or what you want to do...its just to make subs think about different scenarios." Michael explained.

I nodded to show I understood. I placed my hands behind my head, slipping my hands away from his waist. Michael frowned slightly and laided down on top of me with his legs on either side of my thighs.

"How are you feeling baby?" I asked.

"Like before..." He whispered.

"I think I...sit up."

Michael frowned but got off of me. He shut his eyes as he knelt down on his bed. He moaned softly, pressing his forehead against my shoulder.

"Nevermind. Sit in my lap and take it out on me." I decided.

He immediately climbed back in my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. His forehead was pressed against his one arm. The blond hybrid sat in my lap for a few minutes and I thought he might have gotten the feeling out of his system.

Then i felt him start grinding down on me. I groaned at the feeling, listening to his breathy moans right in my ear. I grabbed his hips and helped him a little. Michael moaned, his fingers digging into the back of my neck.

"Daddy~" He drew out in a moan, grinding down harder.

His hips roughly bucked against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the bottom of his thighs gliding over the tops of mine and his fingernails pressed into the back of my neck. After a few minutes, which felt much longer then they actually were, I grabbed Michael's hips and pushed him off of me. I roughly grinded my hips against his as I got on top of him.

Michael moaned, moving his hips up against mine. He whimpered and scrunched his eyes shut. He let out one last small whimper as he came in his underwear, which were hidden under his short pajama booty shorts.

Michael panted slightly, slowly opening his eyes to look up at me. I still hovered over him, my hands pressed against the mattress above his head.

"Tell me if you need help later. I'm here for you baby."

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oh how its all going to change in four days.

for better or for worse

kinda wish it would just stay Friday

~Cookie Xx