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Monster March: Plur the Slime
🕑 Added 2023-03-12 18:00:01 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Male Monster
He’s pouting again. He says he’s not but he one hundred percent totally is. As soon as you woke up that morning he had been all over you. One of his constant moods. You should be used to it. His affection and his pouting, but he still has a way of affecting you and making you melt. Well, technically he’s the one who melts, but that isn’t the point.
Ever since you got Plur, you’re not sure who has who under their thumb. While yes, it seems in most situations you have the absolute control, you sometimes feel like the sneak manipulated the entire situation to his favor. That’s just him though, so sweet and innocent you have to believe there is some sliver of evil in him.
You walk through the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You’ve got a lot of work on the computer to do that day and you know you need all the caffeine in the world to get through it. Plur is in the kitchen, silky and shimmering pink form on full display. He’s not wearing his clothes, just an apron.
You had gotten Plur a while ago, originally intending to take him in as a pet he became something much more than that. The sweet little pink slime you got had a mind of his own, a desire too big to keep contained. He had so much love in his squishy pink body it was like Valentine’s Day had thrown up and given birth to him. He had attached to you and pulled you down a rabbit hole you had expected to go down.
Now, he was naked and wearing an apron as he worked in the kitchen. He was cooking or cleaning, you weren’t sure. You just know he was putting on a show for you, wanting to get your attention to get what he wanted.
“What are you doing?” You ask as you turn on the coffee pot.
He’s silent.
“Your pouting won’t get you anywhere. You knew I had work to get done today. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here.” You tilt your head and he turns his head away. You scowl a bit and you reach down, giving his plump ass a good hard squeeze.
Plur lets out one of his trademark whines, so sweet and aroused that pornstars could all take a lesson. Best of all, it was a genuine noise. You inch close, groping his bare tooshy as his eyes turn to you.
“Ok then,” you smirk. “You have to be a very good boy for me today or else you’ll be pouting for the rest of the week.”
“No!” Tears begin to form in his eyes.
You kiss him, letting him indulge while the coffee percolated. He moans, his hands pushing up the hem of your long shirt to touch your thighs and trace the lines of your panties.
You push back on his chest, a string of sticky sweet slime connecting your mouths. “That’s enough cutie-pie,” you growl as you move back to the coffeepot. “Let me work in peace and I’ll reward you for being good. Is that ok?”
He frowns and makes no attempts to hide the erection tenting the apron.
“Tsk, tsk,” you shake your head. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take care of that one solo. I can’t be bothered right now.” You touch it through the fabric of the apron and he moans softly, gasping and watching your hand.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Five minutes? Can you spare that for me?” He touches you, placing his thumb on your tongue.
You spit out his thumb. “Nope,” you step away from him with your cup of coffee. “I told you, bad boy, I’m busy! Five minutes with you could turn into an all-day thing. I can’t risk that.”
He frowns at you, his eyes big and doleful and teary.
You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you, now be good.” You saunter back into your office and huff. That was hard to do. You knew that sweet fool had you wrapped around his gooey fingers. You were aching to jump him and ride him until dawn, but you had to finish work. You could ignore your baser urges for a few more hours.
You get back to work, chugging away and hoping to see daylight. A few hours in Plur slinks in, he’s at least wearing clothes this time. He kisses your cheek and you lean into it.
“You need to eat something,” he grips your shoulders, massaging you.
“Mm, that feels nice,” you sigh. His hands are more talented than they needed to be.
“How about you eat something,” he whispers into your ear, “and I’ll eat something.”
You elbow him in the stomach. “What did we agree?”
He grunts, nipping your ear. “I am behaving,” he whimpers.
You glance back at him, glaring. “I will eat something, but you will not be eating me until I am done with this work.”
He frowns. “Fine,” he grunts. “What do you want to eat.”
You lick your lips, suggestive thoughts swirling around with the idea of a sandwich or a corndog. “Surprise me, if I like it maybe I’ll add on to your reward.”
“Ok!” He bounces and kisses your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He darts back off into the kitchen.
You chuckle, turning back to the computer screen and instantly forgetting your good mood. You continue to work until Plur comes back, placing a plate full of Chinese takeout before you. You arch your brow and then glare back at him.
“Where did you get this?” You ask.
“I made it,” he fidgets.
You scowl. “Plur,” you growl, gripping the front of his shirt.
He whimpers and wiggles in your grip. “Don’t look at me like that, Milady,” he gasps. “I don’t like it.”
“Plur,” you growl into his ear. “Tell me right now where you got this food.”
He swallows and licks his lips. “I well,” he starts.
“Bad boys won’t get their reward,” he stroke the front of his pants. “And it would have been really good too.”
“Please,” he whimpers, his eyes becoming dewy. “They weren’t answering their door, so I just answered for them.”
You release him, giving him a once over. “Did you pay?”
He nods. “I wouldn’t steal again. I promise.”
You kiss him, gripping the thick bulge in his pants. “You’re still a very bad slime.” Your own desire is growing more and more, this wasn’t good.
“Milady?” He arches his hips, meeting your touch.
“I can’t,” you mutter to yourself. “I need to work.”
He touches your cheek and places his thumb on your tongue again. “I’m sorry I’m being a distraction, Milady.” He pulls away from you, rock hard to the point you know it must hurt him. You watch him as he steps back, a little proud of him.
“I know you have work to do, I’m so sorry,” he repeats again. “I’ll leave you be for sure, I promise. I just wanted to make sure you ate something. I want to take care of you.”
You smile at him. “Thank you, Plur. I’ll eat every bite.”
He nods and steps out of the room. You shovel down the food, imagining how hard walking away from that must have been for him. You clean your plate, licking up the sauce and you get back to work. You pinch your thighs together, wanting to relieve the pressure building there. You just know the sooner you get done, the sooner you can play with Plur.
You finish your work, thankfully. You sigh, slouching in your hair and pushing your hair away from your face. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt.
There’s a rapping at the door. “Milady?”
You turn in your chair. “You can come in Plur.”
He steps in slowly. “Have you finished your work?” He asks.
You stand up. “I have,” you smirk at him. You touch him, pulling up his shirt and exposing his chest. His cheeks glow bright as you press your lips to his chest, your tongue tracing around his nipple before you bite it and tug.
“Ah-” he whimpers, his hands gripping your waist. “Milady?”
You suck and bite again, your hand tweaking and pulling the other. “You ready?” You purr to him. “Because I am.”
He nods his head, eager to please. He grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You shove him down onto the bed. “Don’t move,” you command him as you take off your clothes.
“I won’t-” he pants.
You crawl on top of him, straddling his chest. You lean over, smothering him between your breasts. “Don’t move,” he growls again when you notice his hands starting to rise up.
He drops his hands and moans, his lips part and his tongue laps at your skin.
You move forward, lowering yourself over his sweet face. He groans, his soft mouth felt so good against your needy sex. “Good boy, Plur,” you moan. You roll your hips, grinding yourself against his face. “Just stay still, good boy,” you pant.
Plur moans and gasps against you, his mouth open and tongue meeting your every thrust. You bite your lip as you squeeze your thighs around his head. His tongue stretches and splits in two. One swirls around your clit while the other pushes inside of you.
“Mnh,” you shiver and have to sit still for a moment. “Guh-good boy,” you groan as you start to move again.
His hands are trembling, he wants to touch you so bad.
“Ok,” you pant. “You can move now,” you mewl.
His hands are instantly on your hips and rear. His grip is tight and desperate. He snarls and moans between your legs, growling hungrily as he eats you. You gasp and wail, grinding to his face. His hands feel so good on you, why did you wait all day? Oh right, work.
You clench up, shivering and trembling as your juices glob onto his tongue. You whimper sweetly and nearly topple over. He saves you, rolling you onto your back. His mouth and chin are all glossy with your nectar.
“You’re a mess,” you pant.
He smirks proudly. “Good!” He kisses you and you grunt. He tastes too much like you and not enough like him. He pulls back. “What’s my reward?”
You scoff. “Was that not reward enough?”
He frowns. “As much as I love it when you cum for me,” he huffs, “I enjoy other things too.”
You touch him, petting your hand down his chest. “Don’t worry. Since you did such a good job,” you slip your fingers into his pants. “I’ll give you a nice big reward.”
Plur arches his back, moaning as you stroke his cock. He’s sticky and hard like a candy. You sit up, pushing down his pants before dipping down and taking him into your mouth.
“Milady!” He whines. His hips buck and he goes down your throat a little ways.
You grunt and slap his thigh, warning him to keep still. You bob your head up and down, your tongue coils around him, feeling him throb and grow warmer and warmer. He moans and sighs, his thighs shaking from the effort of not moving.
You lift up, his sticky goo stringing from your lips and he hasn’t even cum yet. “You taste so good,” you purr for him.
His eyes are watery and his mouth hangs open. “Thank you, Milady.”
“Ok then,” you say as you sit up. “You need to bend over for me.”
He nods weakly and moves. He places himself on the edge of the bed. You stand behind him, petting his thighs and squeezing his plump ass. “Like this, Milady?”
“Very good, Plur,” you purr. You lift your hand and bring it down, slapping his ass and watching it jiggle.
He whimpers, moaning into the bed as he hides his face. He wriggles his ass you, standing on tip-toes as he silently begs for more. You bite your lip, smirking at the sight presented to you.
“That’s my good boy.” You pop him again and he cries into the blankets.
“You can do better than that,” he snarls back at you.
You bite your lip and pull back again, slapping his ass with all the force you can muster. He cries out excitedly, and you feel your want grow again. You spank him again, listening to his elated cries. You rub where you’ve spanked, kissing softly before you rear back and slap his ass again. After a few more sound cracks you rub his ass gently, kissing his thighs.
“Show me your face,” you growl into his ear. “Show me your pretty face, baby.”
He lifts his head and turns to face you. He’s breathing hard, holding back his excitement. His face is glowing bright pink and his eyes are sloppy with thick tears. You smile and kiss him, swirling your tongue around inside his mouth.
“More,” he pleads. “Please, I want more.”
You grope and squeeze his ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “More, you say?” You inch closer, licking his sack and up his crack. He whimpers excitedly and you pull back. “Oh, I see,” you bite his rear and feel your wetness slick down your thigh. You lick again, circling the tip of your tongue around his jelly-like rosebud. You lick him sloppily as his moans and sighs grow more excited.
“Wait here,” you purr and kiss his cheek. You walk to the closet, grabbing your supplies. You slip on the belt, the thick dildo attached bobbing and swaying as you move. Plur is watching you, blinking tears from his wide eyes. He watches as you smear lube over the dildo and stroke it. His lips part and he wiggles his hips in anticipation.
“Oh?” You turn towards him and continue to stroke the cock. “You want this?”
He bobs his head eagerly.
“Good boy,” you move back behind him, rubbing the dildo between his cheeks. He reaches back, gripping his ass and spreading it open. “Eager today, aren’t we?” You pant. You press at his tight pucker, easing inside slowly inch by inch.
You spank him again as the toy disappears inside. “Feel good, baby?” You pant, pulling out f and grinding the toy against his ass cheek before shoving hard inside again.
“Yes! Please!”
You grasp his ass, digging your fingers in harshly as his cries echoed through the room. You fuck him hard, pushing deep and fast only to slow or stop completely when his cries become too elated. He whimpers, frustrated and eager to cum.
You kiss his back and rub his ass, “beg for it,” you purr. “Beg me to be nice to you.”
He nods, swallowing thickly. “Please, Milady, ” he pants, “I’m begging you! I want to feel you more. Please, please-” he’s vibrating with need.
“Ok, only because you’re a good boy.” You give him a sound clap on the ass and begin thrusting deep inside, fucking him and shaking him and then suddenly stopping. He whines in anger and frustration, thick tears rolling down his cheeks.
You remove the dildo from the harness, leaving it firmly planted inside him. You roll him over and straddle his hips. “You don’t get to cum,” you growl at him. “Not unless it’s inside me.”
“yes, Milady,” he drools as he watches you rub yourself against his girth. He grows ever so slightly, thicker and more bulbous to your taste.
“Once I’m done, I’ll let you finish,” you pant as he straddled him, guiding him to your entrance and very, very slowly you take him inside. He stretches you to the max, just the way you like. You groan, arching your back as you take him deep.
He grunts and moans, gripping your hips as your ass meets his thighs. You sigh, satisfied with the fullness, your belly pooching slightly with him inside you.
You lick your lips and look at him. “How do you feel?” You pet his chest. “Everything feel good?” You can see the shadow of the dildo still planted in his ass.
He whimpers as he bucks his hips in his eagerness to move. “Yes,” he struggles to breathe.
You moan as you begin bouncing against him and shuddering at the sensation. Your body shakes as you move faster, thrusting him harder and deeper inside of you. He grasps and fondles your body, his silky hands touching every inch of skin.
He then grips onto your hips and starts thrusting his hips upwards. You nearly scream as he fucks you, pushing hard and fast. The rough gyrations make you begin to lose your mind and soon your wailing and howling in pleasure. He gasps and whines, his own sounds of pleasure echoing yours. His thick gummy seed releases inside. He stuffs you full, making your belly pooch a little more. The sticky pink mess oozes out along his shaft and sack. The dildo inside him plops out and smacks onto the floor.
You both lay there, relishing in the afterglow and each other’s bodies. He pets down your back and kisses you. He’s soft and sweet about it and you gently nip his lip.
“I love you so much,” he pants.
Your heart hammers and you kiss him again. “I love you too,” you stroke his cheek.
He smiles and squeezes you into his arms, kissing you all over your face and chest. “I love you! I love you!”
“Hey! Ok!” You grunt as he smooshes you into the bed. “Plur! You’re crushing me!”
“Sorry, I just get so excited after.” He has shimmering new tears in his eyes. “I can’t help myself. All I ever wanted was this.” He grins happily at you as a tear splashes onto your cheek.
You touch his cheek, wiping away his cute tears and smile up at him. “I know…” you pull him down for another kiss. All you ever wanted was someone like Plur.
