Kissu Flowe

"Golly, you're being awful quiet today!"

Flowey snaked up the form suspended above, running circles around the frail body with his vines. They jolted a bit whenever he touched skin, but it helped less than nothing. The thick plant fibers were much stronger than they could hope to beat and did not relent no matter how they squirmed.

Despite the effort to stay silent, Flowey did catch a number of desperate squeakes and whimpers escaping the leaves fastened around their mouth. He smirked and twirled, letting his petals dance upon the bits of skin the tattered sweater couldn't hide. Flakes of dried blood stuck to him, but a tiny flick was enough to shed them. The dry patches soon mixed with relatively fresh, as the vines continued to alternate between just bondage, and thorned torture devices.

Only once he got to eye level, did his amusement truly reach peak.

"Aww, little human got a boo-boo?" he just about purred from delight.

The vines tensed a little as Frisk tried to move, but hardly gave more than an inch of wiggle room. There was no running away. No escape.

"I feel like you don't really appreciate my hospitality." Flowey put on a mock-frown, before softening his features again. "Or perhaps, you just crave my affection."

Even within the confines of several rolls of vines he could see the human tremble all over. It never meant anything good when he would turn cryptic like this. Another set of thorns opened a fresh trail of blood on their left wrist, bringing tears to their eyes again. Mind hazy from the desperate desire to run, escape, or just expire, the world grew dark for a moment, before a smiling face and a swirl of yellow overtook their vision again.

"Now, now, nap time later." the soulless creature giggled. "For now, I'm going to give you something extra special."

His smirk was that of evil itself when the leaves moved from their mouth.

"A kiss."

Even with all the pain, Frisk felt their cheeks redden all over. Flowey was already just inches from their face and they almost immediately leaned back to avoid him in some way. He grinned and disappeared from sight briefly, only for Frisk to feel a layer of vines around their throat this time around.

"I think you misunderstood, Frisk." he said, chuckling. His features darkened the very next moment though. "This isn't voluntary."

Flowey pulled, instantly tightening the vine around the human's neck. Frisk kept their mouth shut despite the rapidly dwindling airflow, knowing this was just to draw them out. Oxygen quickly ran out from their system though, their mind screaming for just one gulp of air. The flower smirked and waited, applying more and more pressure with each passing second.

Suddenly, Frisk gasped and as such, their defiance was forfeit. More vines reached out, much thinner than the ones holding them up in the air. Some curled into hooks and caught Frisk's mouth before they could close it again. The others were much more alarming, as they snaked straight past Frisk's lips and into their mouth. They squealed and whimpered, eyes shooting open in terror as the vines caught their tongue of all things.

"Will you stop squirming already?"

The taste was horribly bitter, nearly making them gag right away. The vines pulled just a little, forcing Frisk to extend their tongue outward towards the crazed-looking flower. Gurgled pleads and soft left their throat, saliva dripping from their forcefully opened mouth. Flowey breathed heavily, face steadily approaching red. The sight was nothing short of delicious. Frisk whined, but dared not move, fearing the binds would tear their tongue out in an instant.

Eyes cloudy once again, they noticed the air getting a little scarce once again. Flowey could barely focus on anything besides the human and took his sweet time getting closer. Pleads for mercy rushed through Frisk's vocal chords, but were transformed into just another batch of gurgles and drool, lips approaching their sinister captor.

"Pucker up..." Flowey breathed, leaning in to claim Frisk's mouth for himself.