˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ WARNINGS. oral sex (m receiving) pet themed names (pup, puppy) praising degrading creampie f!reader clicker training pet play
jack's boots thudded against the hardwood as he kicked the door shut behind him, the weight of a twelve hour shift at the pitt still clinging to his shoulders like smoke. the apartment smelled of leather polish and the faint vanilla of your body lotion, but tonight the air carried something sharper anticipation. he didn't call your name. instead, his voice cut low and rough across the living room. "on your knees, pup. rules start now."
you were already halfway there, the plush rug biting into your bare skin as you lowered yourself, heart hammering. the collar he'd left on the coffee table, thick pink leather with a silver tag engraved “daddy’s", felt heavy even before he buckled it around your throat. his fingers lingered at your nape, pressing just enough to make you tilt your chin up. "house rules, puppy. no speaking unless i ask. no clothes past the threshold. you crawl when i say crawl, and you take what i give you." his thumb traced your lower lip, eyes dark with that familiar mix of stern affection and something meaner.
a soft whimper escaped before you could swallow it. jack's mouth twitched half smirk, half warning then he snapped his fingers once, sharp. "sit pretty." the command dropped straight into your belly, heat pooling between your thighs as you shifted your weight back onto your heels, knees spread, palms flat on your thighs the way he'd drilled into you during quiet nights before this. your nipples tightened against the cool air; the first flicker of true puppy space settled in, fuzzy and obedient, the bratty edge you'd carried all day melting under his gaze. jack watched you for a long moment, then reached into his pocket and produced a small square of dark chocolate. "good girl. open."
you parted your lips, tongue out, and he placed the treat on it, fingers brushing your teeth. "swallow slow. taste what good behavior gets you." the chocolate melted rich and bitter on your tongue while his free hand slid down to cup one breast, thumb flicking the stiff peak until you shivered. he pinched harder, just shy of pain, and your pussy clenched around nothing, slick already gathering. "stay.” he ordered, voice dropping.
the seconds stretched like taffy under his stare, your thighs already trembling from the effort of holding position while his thumb kept circling that aching nipple in lazy, possessive strokes. heat bloomed low in your belly, slick gathering at your pussy lips and threatening to drip onto the rug, but you fought to stay obedient, to prove you could be his good pup. unable to help it, your eyes flared when his fingers pinched a little too sharply; you shifted your hips once, a tiny roll meant to ease the throb, and jack’s eyes narrowed.
"you fuckin’ brat." he murmured, the word laced with fond cruelty as he pulled his hand away entirely, leaving your breast throbbing and exposed. he rose smoothly, boots creaking, and retrieved the leather leash from the hook by the door along with the small silver clicker that lived in his pocket. the snap of it against his palm made your spine straighten. "you move again without permission and i’ll have you nose-down on the floor with your tail plugged until you remember who owns that greedy little cunt." the threat landed hot between your legs, making your clit pulse, but he followed it with a low chuckle and a click of the device. sharp and precise, the sound wired straight to the reward center he'd trained into you over months. "hold it, mutt.”
he clipped the leash to your collar with deliberate care, the metal ring cold against your throat, then gave the gentlest tug that forced your chin higher. "crawl to me when i say.” another click rewarded the way your breath hitched, followed by the press of two fingers against your slick entrance, not quite pushing in, just teasing the wet heat there. "such a needy pup. you’re dripping over nothing. does it hurt, baby? huh?” his voice softened into that dangerous mix of mean and tender as he stroked your cheek with his free hand, thumb wiping away the single tear of overwhelmed want that had slipped free. “poor thing needs to cum so bad. breathe through it, puppy. we’ll practice the heel command next, and if you take it pretty without whining, daddy will reward you.”
jack’s presence loomed larger as he circled you slowly, the leather of his belt whispering against his slacks with each measured step. your thighs trembled from the effort of staying posed, knees spread wide on the rug, but a bratty spark flickered back to life when he paused behind you. a soft huff escaped your throat, half defiance and half plea, and his low chuckle cut through the quiet like a blade. “there she is,” he murmured, voice laced with that mean affection that always made your chest tighten. his fingers threaded through your hair, gripping just enough to tilt your head back. “you wanna test the rules already, slut?”
he produced the small black clicker from his pocket, the sharp *tack* echoing as he pressed it once. the sound snapped straight to your core, reminding you of every reward and correction he’d drilled into you over months. he gave firm pull on your leash that forced your back to arch and your breasts to thrust forward. you fought to stay still, but couldn’t help but let out a few cries. “you huff at me again, i’ll bend you over my leg and show you what bad puppies get. now get my cock out.” he said, voice dropping into that authoritative register that made your pussy throb and drip onto the rug beneath you. you got back up on your knees, struggling with the tie on his scrubs. the longer you took, the stronger he pulled on your leash until you could barely breathe. when you finally pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock sprung up, tip red and leaking. “stick your tongue out.” he demanded, when you obeyed, he spit on your tongue. “spit it out on my cock.” you did as told, making a mess all over him. “hold still while i fuck your mouth.”
your lips stretched around him as he fed you inch by inch, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue, the leash in his fist keeping your head angled perfectly. he held your head at the base of his cock until you were gagging and fighting to pull away. he let you go, hand trailing down your spine, then lower, spreading your folds with two thick fingers to expose how slick you already were. he circled your clit once, teasing, before withdrawing. you whined at that, tears soaking your cheeks. he chuckles and brings his hand up to your mouth. “clean up, puppy. come on.” he coos and slips his fingers into your mouth.
one of his strong hands cup your chin, thumb pressing your lower lip down until your tongue peeked out obediently, while the other touches the clicker device twice. sharp sounds send a rush of warmth through your belly. “that’s it, pup. breathe.” he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as his fingers returned to your dripping entrance, sliding in shallowly to feel you clench around him. “hold this position until i say, and maybe i’ll let you lick my cock as your reward.”
jack’s fingers withdraw from your clenching pussy with deliberate slowness, leaving you empty and throbbing as he straightened to his full height, the leash taut in his grip. “had to teach you a lesson, mutt.” he said, voice low and edged with that mean warmth that always made your stomach flip, his thumb pressing your tongue down a moment longer before releasing. he clicked the device once, then twice more in quick succession, the sounds slicing through the haze and pulling a fresh rush of slick from your folds. “good pups stay quiet unless told otherwise. but you’re learning, aren’t you, honey?”
he gave the leash a firmer tug, guiding you forward onto all fours with controlled pressure at your throat, the collar biting just enough to remind you of ownership while his free hand smoothed down your arched back. “crawl with me to the couch. then knees wide and eyes on my boots unless i say otherwise.” each measured step he took forced you to follow as he held firm to your leash, the rug rough against your palms and the cool air kissing your dripping cunt as it swayed exposed behind you.
his hand found your hair once more, petting firmly as he sat on the edge of the couch and spread his thighs, his hard cock making your mouth water. “good puppy.” he murmured, affectionate teasing threading through the command. one boot nudged your knee wider, exposing you further, and his fingers returned to trace lazy circles around your swollen clit without pushing inside, building the ache until your breath came in shallow pants. “breathe through it, pup.” he tells you as you grind against his hand.
jack’s fingers lingered inside you for another slow, thrust before withdrawing completely, leaving your pussy empty and clenching around nothing as he straightened up. his palm smoothed over the curve of your ass in a brief, possessive stroke. “there’s my good girl. see how easy it is when you stop fighting it?” his voice stayed low, threaded with that affectionate meanness, but the leash tightened another fraction, forcing your spine into a deeper arch that presented your breasts and the glistening folds between your legs for his inspection. he circled once more, then crouched in front of you again so his face was level with yours. “show me you can be a big girl and take two minutes of this position with no touch at all.”
your clit throbbed in time with your pulse while the collar pressed cool and unyielding against your throat. jack’s free hand traced the line of your jaw, thumb pressing your tongue down again until drool threatened to slip free, and he clicked once before following it with a softer press of his lips to your forehead. “bratty little thing. you’ll learn. when i say stay, you stay until i decide you’ve earned the next command.” he rose slowly, the leash still taut, and began walking a deliberate circle around you, the subtle tug guiding your chin higher each time he passed. the air felt thick with the scent of your own arousal and the faint leather of the collar; every breath dragged across your exposed nipples, tightening them further. after what felt like an eternity he stopped in front of you, crouched again, and slid two fingers back through your folds, spreading the wetness up over your clit. “who’s a good puppy? hm? such a wet, needy cunt for daddy. hold just like this and i’ll let you lick my cock clean after i fuck you.”
jack tugged the leash firmly, guiding your mouth to his thick cock. you opened obediently, tasting the salty bead at the tip. he finally pulled you up onto the couch, straddling his lap. his cock slid into your soaked pussy in one smooth motion, filling you completely as he held the leash taut, forcing your eyes on his. you rocked together in the rhythm he set, his hands gripping your hips to control the pace, affectionate teasing spilling from his lips about your bratty huff earlier and how it earned this deep claiming. his dominance anchored you as pleasure built, your walls clenching around him until he ordered you to cum around his cock. his own release following in hot pulses flooded your cunt, the warmth spreading as he held you close. both of you trembling through the shared climax, his cum leaking out around his still twitching cock while he stroked your hair and told you how good you took it.
