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PLAYING ... MUTT BY LEON THOMAS

I SAID BABY, I'M A DOG, I'M A MUTT...

imagining ALEXIS NESS with a big, big, fucking nasty degradation and spit kink. he would try to hide it from his parnter, but it never really works anyways + he deffo crys

alexis ness was undoubtedly, postivitely, a loser. the bottom of the social foodchain, if you will, and way overly compliant. but that's exactly why you liked him.

after a long day of football practice, he would come home, head filled with nothing other than the desire to bask in your prescence and very being endlessly, until minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.

you made his heart pang.

he couldn't wait - to see you open the door, sporting a pair of grey sweatpants folded over at the waist band to hang low on your hips and a tight top, highlighting your breast's delicate, perky nipples at the apex of both.

upon seeing him, your lips would press into a smile, and sly eyes thin out to look at him in a way that made his insides turn and heart race everytime, without fail. you would grasp tightly onto the thin, yet hardened by muscle figure of his waist, planting a moist kiss which would leave a translucent layer of strawberry lip gloss on his lips and cheek, as if claiming him your own.

then, you would always hug him. he would bend down to your level, and your hand would find its way atop of his head to rustle his hair, whilst pulling him in closer for an embrace; his face now smoothered by your tits that looked about ready to pop out of the low hanging top you wore at any given moment.

upon releasing him, you would ask, with a smile across your lips

"how was practice, lexi?"

oh, how enticing was it to hear his name come from your mouth. he didn't deserve someone like yourself at all, leisurely saying the name of his lowly self with a tone of love strung to it, he thought, but replied otherwise.

"it was fine, thank you love. how are you? is everything okay?"

"mhm, i'm fine. but i miss you lex, come sit." you answered, now plopping yourself on the sofa then patting the inner part of your thigh (that jiggled ever so slightly on impact, he of course noticed this) to signal for him to come sit.

your thighs? he wondered what incredulous acts of kindness he had done in a past life, or what magic was at play for him to deserve a reward like this.

he simply couldn't help but fantasize about laying there, inbetween your thighs, until you smoothered his face, leaving him rendered breathless and at your mercy, and a lot, lot more things.

but enough of ness's imagination. in response to your offer, his big, round, magenta eyes lit up, conceiling no shyness about his excitment at all.

right now, you couldn't help but notice how cute your boyfriend was. i mean, look at him, getting all excited to sit next you. when he had actually done so, his warm (and almost heartbreakingly soft + squishable) cheek rested against your leg, whilst he looked up at you with eyes full of love . fuck, he was so precious that you could just gobble him up, whole and all.

but, what was that, you saw out of the corner of your eye, pressing up through the fabric of his trousers, and then felt as he changed position to get more "comfortable"?

was he... hard...?

ah, right. albeit not your first thought, you knew your boyfriend well enough. he was sweet, and agonizingly soft on the outside, and inside too.

but on said inside, he was a thoroughly depraved man. he tried to hold back these thoughts as much as possible, fearing that you would find him disgusting, but all he really craved was you.

he needed you, and would do anything for you.

he often thought about it - about how, if you ordered him to open his mouth for you to spit into, then he would oblige with a smile on his face, waiting with his tounge out and panting like the adorable little dog he was for you.

shit, he didn't even think he was worthy of entering you, despite having done so many atime. how could he? muster up the audacity to put his lust-striken, lewd erection into your glossy cunt, glossed over with salacity and passion?

"ness, sit up straight." you spoke.

and he did just that, without question.

you looked down at his erection, placing a hand on it, and another against his head, as you crawled forward onto him.

taking the lead, your lips met his, and then your tounges intertwined with his in circles for a few moments, before pulling apart with a string of spit connecting both of you, then closing back in a few times. in between, he managed to mumble out a few words.

"spit... please. "

not so much you, but ness loved all things in the realm of that, and you had to indulge him ; you just couldn't leave him with that vunerable expression, desires unfufilled.

without too much question, you spoke in an antagonising tone. "open up, sweet. say "ahh"", whilst you squashed saliva up cheek to cheek, before letting it drip like a stream into his longing mouth. you couldn't understand it really, the appeal of your... spit? but the way the emotion on his face shifted from desparation to satisfaction told you that it was all worth it, and more.

his breath hitched in between the more kisses that followed in suit and his panting became even more so frequent, as you felt his a wet spot form through the fabric of his trousers.

"y/n.." he called out breathlessly, with red dusted over the porcelain skin on his cheeks.

"i can't...no more teasing, i beg of you, please, love."

really, you just wanted do it all the more now.

"lex, honey, all it took was a few kisses and a rub for you to come all over yourself?"

ness looked away, in shame, yet enjoyment that you had chastised him.

"you're pathetic, alexis. i like that about you."

you looked closer at him now, eyes full of lust as you pulled down the shorts he wore, then peeled away his underwear now soiled by liquid satisfaction.

atleast, he had killed 2 birds with one stone?in a way, he was already lubed up for you now, with the wetness of his orgasm coating the entirety of his still throbbing dick.

you pulled your sweatpants off, and then your panties, that were so moist in the middle from seeing ness all worked up like that, that a string of dampness hung when you did so.

he looked closer down at you, wanting nothing more than your wet digits all over him somewhere - anywhere.

"speak up, lex. i'm waiting for you to tell me what you want."

come on now. he was a breathless mess at this point, could he even form a full sentence? what wanted, was for your pussy to swallow him whole, pumping up and down him, and you knew that all too damn well.

but what fun would that be, when you could watch hin struggle to form a coherent sentence under your touch, his face turn red with emotion and eyes slightly shy with embarrassment?

"i want.. hng" he manged to get out, as you glossed your thumb over the the tip of his cock, then your whole hand, up and down, still maintaing eye contact.

"hm? you know i can't hear you properly like that, dear. you'll have to speak more clearly."

"but i, ... you.. hm, huh" tears began to well at his eyes, his nose became stuffy and body even hotter.

you could tell he was at a limit now, but all you wanted to do was push that, until he became a mindless mess. however, lucky for him, you felt a tinge of sympathy amdist enjoying his struggle.

you flashed a loving, yet playful smile at him, looking down as you spoke "alright, alright, i'll stop now."

ness layed with his back to the floor, and you looming over him. dampness lined both of you, as your pussy inched closer to his cock, lips widening on contact, then swallowing the rest of him whole in one go. ness let out a moan of exasperation, as your tightness sucked him in and out, up and down repeatedly.

tonight was going to be a very long night for the two of you.

chewing on him jn the tags and etc. don’t mind me

he’d be pretty mean at first. he’s gauging your reactions; would you run if you saw everything that haunted him? how he haunts himself? Kaiser does nothing but spit and snarl at you, like a stray cat that’s only been kicked to the curb.

but you don’t leave him alone. not like every other one-night stand he’s had—no, you’ve made him breakfast—a traditional german faire—and brushed and put oil in his hair (his favorite scent too; you tell him it’s been your favorite for a few years. something in him softens).

It’s so domestic he almost vomits after that, but on his first night away from your apartment, he can’t sleep. Practice is shit and he’s not performing well, to the point where he initiates a facetime call (kaiser hates initiating. it feels like begging for your attention, when yours should be solely on him anyway.) and you pick up instantly.

the time difference makes something shatter in him. You’re just waking up… hair messy and eyes bleary. You can hardly speak or hold up the phone…

“Mihya…? You okay?” you’re slumped in bed, wearing his sweater. He might combust (when did Michael become so attached to you? He doesn’t know, but he whispers your name like a prayer, like you’re his guiding light).

kiyora jin would be so sweet with you, undeniably one of the best listeners you've ever met. you could go on and on, ranting about your day and yet he would pay attention to every single word you say, eyes trained on your face and although he's not that good with his expressions you can see the hint of love sparking in his dark orbs.

or when both of you are laying in bed, his slim body on top of yours as his head rests on your chest, your hand caressing his fluffy hair as he's absentmindedly fidgeting with your fingers. all while you yap about anything at this point – he just loves to hear your voice.

and that's what makes him a menace when it comes to sex. he thinks there's no better thing in the world than to have you on your back, thighs locked around his head as his tongue skillfully assaults your poor clit, slender digits moving in and out of your pleading hole as you try to keep talking – of course, because he told you to.

it's such an often occurrence that you're used to it by now. you are on the couch in your living room while telling him about something that happened to you that day and you see it coming when he starts to sniffle your neck, nose rubbing against your skin as it goes down your shoulder and then your collarbone, moist lips kissing your flesh as his hand slides up one of your thighs and inside your shorts, fidgeting with the strap of your underwear.