Luke's Kitten ✔

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"daddy!"

"What? What?" I asked, looking up from my phone.

"Ugh nevermind now." He huffed.

"Hey." I frowned, tugging him down into my lap, "that's not how you speak to me."

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Sorry what?" I asked.

"Sorry daddy."

"Good boy. Not what's wrong?" I asked, watching as he swung his feet slightly as he sat in my lap.

"Nothin' baby just wanted attention."

"Which baby?" I asked.

He's been calling himself Baby more and more everyday. It was like his third person use of Mikey, just with Baby.

"Me baby daddy!" He said like I should've already known that.

"You're a piece of work, ya know that?"

"A piece of artwork."

I chuckled, rubbing his tense back, "Of course kitten."

"Can we go to the park? Oh pretty pretty please daddy?" He begged.

"Only because you asked so nicely. Go get dressed." I agreed.

"may I wear your green beanie?" He asked as he climbed out of my lap.

"Sure baby just make sure you pin up your tail."

The blond pouted slightly but nodded, racing off towards his room upstairs. I got up and went to get my shoes on.

"Cal, Ash! Do you guys want to come to the park?" I shouted.

"Ultrasound today. Can't!" Cal yelled back from somewhere in the huge mansion.

Micheal came down the stairs, giggling to himself.

"What are you giggling about baby?" I chuckled, picking him up off the last step.

"I can't wait for the park!" His eyes lit up as he cheered and hugged me.

"Such a happy kitten, huh? Are you daddy's happy kitty?"

Mikey giggled more, happy sounds bubbling past his plump pink lips. I nuzzled my face into his collar, smiling into his shirt as his vanilla perfume filled my senses.

"And after we go to the park, we'll get a nice warm bubble bath and go to bed."

"Can we get ice cream?" He asked kindly, "Please daddy?"

"Of course kitten. Anything for you."

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"Daddy...daddy wake up."

"What kitten?" I mumbled, rolling over to my back.

I opened my eyes, squinting through the dark room up to the small hybrid. Michael whimpered softly, looking at me with desperate green eyes.

"Daddy..i had a naught dream and I need you please. Please I need you." He cried out, horny and desperate.

"kitten, all I can give you in my fingers." I said, sitting up, "That or rimming and I know you don't like that."

"No I want you." Michael whined.

"it'll hurt the baby." I reminded him, "You can't even suck me off kitty."

"I can't even have a toy?"

"No babe, I'm sorry." I said, gently caressing his warm cheek.

He frowned, "Its hurts daddy. Please."

"Do you want my fingers?" I offered.

He shook his head, panting slightly, "Daddy~"

"Do you just want to grind?" I asked pulling him on top of my body.

I got another head shake. I gave him a sympathetic frown.

"Would you rather touch yourself? You can play with yourself."

"Will you touch yourself too?" He whimpered, "Please?"

"Sure baby. Now wet your fingers." I instructed.

Michael stuck his fingers between his lips, moving back in my lap.