At this, Mettaton’s internal fans begin to whir again. “Fuck baby girl. Next time we go out you’re wearing these under your skirt and nothing else for me. So cute. My cute little thing.”
His hands move to the junction where your crotch meets your thighs, tracing along the seam of your dampening panties with a single finger.
You buck your hips, trying to get that finger to where you need it most. “Mettatooooon…”
“Eager tonight I see,” Mettaton hums, giving you a lewd lick of his lips as he finally pulls aside the crotch of your panties. “Very eager. And very wet, too.”
A finger probes itself along the folds of your labia. Mettaton leans in, face only inches from your exposed cunt. “Let’s take a look here. It’s about time I got reaquainted with your pussy.”