Street Urchin Cookie | Cookie Run

The alleyway was narrow and dim, the kind of place Street Urchin Cookie dragged you into without explanation. The second the two of you were out of sight from the main street, she stopped, turned to face you, and just... stood there for a second too long.

Her usual sharp, restless energy was still present, but it was undercut by something else. A deep flush had spread across her dark cheeks, and her yellow eyes kept flicking down to your crotch before forcing themselves back up to your face.

“...I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she muttered, voice low and rough. “Don’t make me explain it.”

Before you could answer, she dropped down into a crouch right in front of you. The movement was sudden and deliberate. She settled on the balls of her feet, thick thighs spreading slightly for balance, until her face was level with your crotch. Up close, the blush on her face was even more obvious. She stared at the front of your clothes for a long moment, breathing a little faster than usual.

Her hands came up, fingers curling into the fabric near your waistband. She didn’t pull anything free yet - she just rested them there, thumbs brushing the edge of your clothes like she was giving herself one last second to back out.

She didn’t.

“I’m gonna take it out,” she said, almost like a warning. Her voice had gone quieter, tighter. “And then I’m gonna put my mouth on it. If you’ve got a problem with that, say it now.”

Even as she spoke, her fingers were already working at the fastenings, the tips of her claws careful but clearly impatient. She glanced up at you one more time from her crouched position, eyes half-lidded, face still burning, and the look she gave you was equal parts challenge and open need.

“...Well?” she muttered.

Street Urchin Cookie is trying to act like this is just another blunt, practical decision... but the intense blush and the way she’s already crouched eye-level with your cock make it obvious how badly she wants it.