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Summary: You and your boyfriend are trying something new. You like it more than you thought you would.
Tags: petplay, puppy play, rough oral sex (male receiving), humping, shoe humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation kink, spit, dom/sub, rantaro is freaky, big d! rantaro 😛😛, he calls himself daddy icl, one or two very light slaps
minors dni, smut under the cut
author’s note: drinking an iced caramel macchiato and writing this 😛😛😛
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“C’mere, puppy.” Your boyfriend croons, giving gentle clicks of his tongue. On every other day, in every other place, with any other person, you would have found this humiliating. But, Rantaro is sitting in a chair across the room and is beckoning you with his index finger, his legs spread out in the way that makes you crazy. He’s fully dressed, and you’re only wearing a skimpy pair of underwear, a collar and a pair of fluffy dog ears.
You crawl forward, holding eye contact with your pretty boyfriend. When you come to a stop in front of him, your legs splayed out as you sit before him, his hand reaches out to cradle your chin. “Good girl…” Rantaro croons, the tip of his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “That’s my pretty puppy.” He grins. “Now, what do pretty puppy’s do for their masters?”
He’s definitely enjoying this, you can see it in his eyes that he loves seeing you in nothing but the stuff he’s bought you. Without a word, you undo his belt, and Rantaro hums softly. “Good girl… good puppy girl.” He swoons, helping you pull his erection out. You don’t think about your actions as you nuzzle up on him, hearing the soft groan leave him as your nose traces against the sensitive underside of his heavy cock.
“That’s it…” Rantaro encourages, his slender fingers sliding into your hair to guide your head. As soon as you part your lips, you can see his dick visibly twitch. He’s always loved your mouth, and sticking things in it. “Oh, yes…” he hisses out, his head falling back as you sink your mouth around his cock. The tip twitches again, and his thighs tense, holding back from jerking his hips up.
“Aah… fuck…” Rantaro breathes out, running his free hand over his face. “Fuck.., that’s it. Nice and slow.” You hear him whisper. Sometimes you think he loves hearing himself talk… but you loved it more. You loved how he would talk you through everything. Humming around his dick, you bob your head, your saliva coating his sensitive skin as you suck him off.
Rantaro doesn’t hesitate to control your pacing, how far you go, or how long you’ll be giving him oral. He loves gently guiding your head with a mere shift of his hand, and other times he loves grasping both sides of your face and fucking your mouth. Sucking in a deep breath through your nose, you relax your throat as he pushes your head down, his chest still heaving as he grunts. “Good puppy… fuck…!” Rantaro moans, his hand moving from his face to run through his pale green hair. Sitting up a little more in his seat, his heavily lidded eyes stare down at you, watching you take all his dick into your mouth.
“So pretty…” he drawls out, his hand tightening on your head to speed you up a little. “Oh yesss… oh, puppy… you’re so good.” Your boyfriend continues, watching your cheeks hollow out around him. “That’s it… take my tip deep in your throat… that’s it.” Rantaro croons, angling his hips to slide deeper. You gag once, and he stops for just a second to let you recover.
“Good girl… that’s my good girl.” He whispers, watching tears well in your eyes as he thrusts like this, his cock deep in your throat. Sometimes his motion stutters when his cock catches your molars on accident, causing him to grunt slightly. Gently, Rantaro grasps your jaw with his left hand, pulling down to widen your mouth to the point your lips stretched and it hurt. “That’s it… hold that… r-right there.” He groans, his hips beginning to stutter as he thrusts up from his seat.
You watch your partner through a haze of tears, a weak moan leaving you as his tip bullies the back of your throat. You’d be sore after this, but you loved seeing how his eyes scrunched shut and his cheeks went flush; mouth parted with deep pants. “Ohh, puppy girl… oh, baby…” Rantaro heaves, his hands linking behind your head, keeping you still as he begins to fully fuck your mouth. That causes you to genuinely moan, shifting your hips over the material of his shoe. Your panties are soaked, and it leaves a slimy mess over his right shoe, grinding your hips against his foot.
“Nnnhhh…” you mewl, humping your boyfriend shamelessly as he fucks your mouth. Rantaro opens his eyes, his lashes fluttering. “Did I say that my puppy could pleasure herself?” He quirks a brow, a bead of sweat trickling down his fair skin. You stop instantly, whining pathetically around his dick. “Bad girl… that’s a bad puppy. I didnt say you could hump me. You horny thing...” Rantaro huffs, his hips thrusting forward and his tip slamming against your throat. You gag, shuddering as he keeps up the brutal pace.
Before you could gag again, your boyfriend pulls his cock out, prying your mouth open wide. “Keep it open.” He mutters, spitting right onto your tongue. You whimper, the urge to swallow his spit strong inside you, yet you don’t disobey. “Tongue out,” Rantaro watches you carefully through his lashes, grabbing his cock that’s covered in your spit. As soon as your tongue slides out, he slaps his heavy dick against it. “Feel how hard I am? You want it?”
You whine, nodding pathetically. Your underwear is so wet it may as well be see-through. “Do you think you deserve it considering you started humping daddy’s foot?”
Shamefully, you shake your head. You couldn’t beg if you tried because he taps the leaking tip on your tongue. Tasting his pre felt like being graced. “Hnng…” you whine, desperately trying to suck his cock back into your mouth for a better taste, but Rantaro gently slaps your cheek. “Bad puppy.” He mutters. “Do I have to teach you a lesson?”
You nod once more, your lashes fluttering as he slides his tip over your tongue slowly. This was torture… you wanted his cock inside you so badly to the point you didn’t care what hole he used. “Pleeaaase…” you whimper, your voice muffled around his tip.
Rantaro hums. “Puppies don’t talk. Does my puppy talk?” He tuts. You whimper, shaking your head. “Are you going to be good?” You nod frantically. “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”
That was what you wanted to hear, a desperate keen escaping you as you shift a little; nodding like a dumb whore. Rantaro smirks, stroking a rough hand through your hair. “On the bed, puppy. I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl.” You don’t hesitate once he lets you go, scrambling straight to the bed and climbing onto it. You’re so desperate you can feel your cunt throbbing.
“There you go, now you’re listening to what daddy tells you.” Rantaro mutters, standing up and stripping fully. “C’mere, hands and knees.” He demands, grabbing your hips to shift you into a desirable position. “Good puppy.” He exhales, stroking your ass and catching the edge of your panties with his thumb. Pulling his thumb back, he watches a thick string of pre stick to your panties, like a big clear glob. “Oh, honey pie… you’re so wet for me.” He purrs, slowly sliding both hands under your waistband and pulling them down. The clear streak breaks, your pussy dripping down onto the bed.
Rantaro slides his hands over your back, teasing you first before he’s on his knees behind you. “Remember, baby: puppies don’t talk.” He murmurs, sliding his right hand down your body once more, caressing your ass before sliding lower. Gently, he parts your pussy lips, observing how eagerly your folds bloom open at the mere contact. Your clit is engorged and throbbing, your hole practically winks at him. You’re so needy you’re producing cream already. If Rantaro had any less self control, he’d be on his knees eating you out.
“Aww, honey. You poor thing.” Rantaro croons condescendingly, slapping your pussy gently just to watch you jolt. “You’re sooo needy…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few jerks. “Don’t even need lube… look at how ready you are for your daddy.” He purrs, shifting closer to drag his tip over your entrance. You gasp, whimpering loudly.
“That’s it… good puppy. Just stay still.” Rantaro exhales, sliding into you slowly. The stretch is delicious, especially as your cunt tightens around him on pure instinct. “Oh, baby... good girl.” He praises, both hands grabbing your hips. As soon as you’re adjusted and squirming against him, Rantaro begins to thrust.
The one thing about sex with your boyfriend was that he fucked you exactly the same every time; at the perfect tempo. It drove you crazy how he could replicate how you loved to be fucked, like a machine. His cock slams deep, rocking you forward each time he drives home.
“Ohh, puppy…” he groans, enjoying how your pussy spasms and flutters. “My good puppy… my amazing, beautiful girl.” Rantaro rambles, leaning down around you. You can feel the pendant on his necklace dragging over your back, swinging like a pendulum with each thrust as he fucks you like a dog. “Nngh… that’s it puppy. Thrust back on me.” Rantaro whispers, grabbing your hip with his right hand and guiding you. You fall into rhythm, mewling under him.
You loved how when he got really into this, he dropped the whole dominant act and begins fucking you like he’s competing for a gold medal. His weight sags you down, his chest pressing down on your back, forcing your torso down whilst keeping your ass up. Rantaro grunts, thrusting into you deeply, his hand moving from your hip forward to grasp your arm, holding onto you as he fucks you from behind.
“That’s it… that’s it… oh, baby.” Rantaro praises, even if he’s doing most of the work. You’re lying there boneless, hips shifting weakly as you mewl and moan; panting as saliva drips onto your pillows. Still, your boyfriend will act like you’re running a marathon giving how much he worships you.
As his thick cock drags along your sensitive walls, you gasp; suddenly giving a twitch as you cum. The clear fluids of your pleasure coat his thighs, squelching as he fucks you through it; a groan of his own leaves his mouth. “Oh, baby, yesss…” he practically purrs, his hand moving to rub tight circles over your clit with his middle and ring finger. “You feel so good… I could fuck you forever.” He pants quietly, his hips fast as he pistons into you.
Rantaro’s needy grunts and moans fill your ears, he’s close; you can tell from that alone. With a sudden groan, he spills into you, shamelessly pumping his cum into your swollen cunt. “Aaah… good puppy.” He whispers, slowing down to a snails pace, continuing to thrust ever so gently. “Good girl… you can talk now, puppy.”
You pant slightly, your walls squeezing weakly around his cock as he pulls out slowly. “Love you..” you croak, and Rantaro sighs almost dreamily against your shoulder. “I love you too, puppy.”
“Nnghh..” your boyfriend whines, rutting up on you from behind; like a dog. “God— baby, fuck… you feel so good.” He pants against the back of your neck.
“Ohh, god.” He chokes out. He’s three orgasms deep and still fucking you. You can feel big tears dripping onto your skin as his head falls down to rest on your shoulder, continuing to thrust fast and sloppy. “You’re gonna kill me.” He whines. Yet, he doesn’t stop… he doesn’t even think about stopping, because he’s that pussy-drunk.
