little monster | chris\ryan [c]

9 + play date

A/N: yo, i got that angeless i promised up on @570jpg , along with a chris/kuza fic. don't judge me, i'm trying to work on writing smut since you motherfuckers seem to want it. i'm a people pleaser- or, i try to be,- so whenever you guys want shit out of my fics, i damn well try and make that a reality because yes, my dudes, the struggle is real when it comes to fanfic. like. do you know how hard it is for me to find fics to read that fuel my sadistic imagination? shit is difficult. anyway, on with the party.

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I shifted around, biting my lip. It's really difficult trying to hold still, especially right now. I've had so much off Chris's blood today, and for whatever reason, it's sort of making me horny. Call me weird all you want, I don't care. It's kinda like looking at pictures of hot people covered in fake blood, except, well, you're drinking blood from a hot person.

I stuck my hoodie strings in my mouth, chewing on them and watching Chris's fingers going across the keyboard of his laptop, tap tap tapping away at the keys. He types fast, but staring at his hands isn't helping my case because he has really nice hands. Maybe it's the tattoos? Hands are just really nice, okay? I think I might have a little bit of a hand fetish, but I'm not complaining. Part of me wants to suck on his fingers, but I'd feel bad because I'd probably end up chewing rather than actually sucking on them. I've never given anyone a blowjob, but I don't think it would be a really good idea..

Every once and awhile, Chris would ruffle my hair or run his fingers through it. It was really relaxing, but I'm still contemplating running to the bathroom to try and fix my problem. Maybe talking will help..

"Chriiiis?"

"Yes?"

"Can yew tell me more 'bout your friend's little?" I asked, using my sweetest voice to try and mask the 'I have a boner right now but I can't fix it so can we please talk cause I really gotta take my mind off of this' that would have been there.

"Well," Chris said, still typing away and eyeing his computer screen. "He doesn't exactly look it on first glance. He's got tattoos, just like you do, but he's a demon like I am." He explained. "He's a sweetheart, though, and he might be shy, but I'm going to warn you right now," He paused to look at me. "Once he gets to know you, he's a chatty thing. Shy, chatty, and very happy. His girlfriend is a tattoo artist, and I think you'll really like her." He said.

I beamed. Any other littles I knew had daddys, and I've never met one with a mommy before..

"What are their names?" I asked over my hoodie strings. "Ryan-Ashley and Josh," Chris replied. I giggled a little at the 'Ryan' bit, because we almost have the same name. Almost. Sort of. "Maybe I could meet them while you're at work sometime?" I suggested, batting my eyelashes.

Chris chuckled and ruffled my hair. "I'll call Ryan later and ask her how many appointments she's got tomorrow. If her schedule is mostly clear, I'll see if she'd be okay with you going over while I'm at work." He stated, and I smiled big, showing my fangs. I've always been proud of my fangs, so I don't ever really have them retracted.

I closed my eyes, humming softly. I fell asleep again, cuddled up against Chris.

A/N: sorry to anyone who figured ghost would be a little in this story! i did consider it, but, i'm not gonna lie, i love writing josh as being shy etc, so little!josh it is~ again, sorry xD i'm also sorry this is so short; Y I K E S !

xxhørrør