Supernovatardis

He fucks you while you’re preparing breakfast. He watches as you cook in nothing but his shirt. He leans against the counter as he watches his shirt fall off one of your shoulders. You're humming a song while flipping pancakes, unaware of his predatory gaze. He moves off the counter and walks behind you. He turns you over to face him, hugging you softly. His lips touch your neck immediately, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, cupping them. He picks you up without warning, setting you on the counter in front of him. He kneels in front of you in an instant, pulling your shirt up and bringing you to sit closer to the edge. His hands move to your thighs, and he adjusts your legs so they’re on his shoulders. He dips his head down and straight to your pussy. His tongue licks your pussy in a line first, just to taste you. He moves closer against your pussy as he starts sucking your clit. He holds your trembling thighs. His tongue sets a gurgling rhythm. He feels your hand tug his hair; you feel the vibration of his groan against your clit. He doesn’t care that the pancake is now burnt.

3:00 pm:

He fucks because you make the best tomato soup with grilled cheese for lunch. He watches as you make him a plate and set it down in front of him. He looked at you with so much awe that blood ran straight through his cock. Because you’re perfect. Because he loves you. He pats his lap, and you gladly sit down. He kisses your lips softly at first, but the moment you grind on his hard cock, the kiss becomes sloppy and wet. He didn’t need to break the kiss to pull your panties to the side and free his cock. He entered you slowly, trying to remember the way your tight pussy feels. His head falls back as you ride him. He doesn't care that his lunch is now cold.

5:00 pm:

He fucks you while a movie plays. He couldn’t help it; his head was lying on your lap while you ran your hand through his hair. He didn’t even notice his cock getting hard from how good and relaxed you were making him feel. He moans softly, his warm breath hitting your bare thighs. He closes his eyes softly, feeling your free hand move down his chest. He whimpers quietly as your hand reaches the waistband of his boxers. His hips buck as you grab his cock, stroking him. Your thumb runs over his tip. He becomes needy and impatient; he guides you down on the couch. He doesn’t care that he's missing the plot twist in the movie.

7:00 pm:

He fucks you before you’re about to cook dinner. He sees you bending over to grab something out of the bottom cabinet. He moves behind you, sets his hands on your thighs, bringing you closer to your ass hitting his thighs. He whispers into your ear, his voice rough and low. His big arms hug you tightly. He kisses your neck, taking a step forward so the front of your thighs hit the cold cabinets and your waist pressed against the counter. Your hands on the counter, and you gasp as you feel his hard cock enter you without warning. He doesn't care that now he has to order takeout.

10:00 pm:

He fucks before you go to sleep. Your head pushed up against the mattress. He slaps your ass, making your back arch even more. Your chest on the mattress, ass in the air while he fucks you. The sound of skin slapping against each other. His pace is hard and rough as he pounds into your pussy. He loves seeing your face pushed against the mattress, hair all over your face, while you scream his name. He doesn’t care that the bed is loud, squeaking, and scraping against the floor.

2:00 am:

He wakes up in the middle of the night cock hard pressed up against you. He whispers into your ear, pleading and whiny. You couldn’t help it; you needed to help him. He watches your sleepy body move on top of him. He watches you in the dark; the only light is coming through the small gap in the curtains. The moonlight hits your body. His gaze fixed on you as you took off your shirt-his shirt. He helped you remove your panties. He could see the determination to please him. He admired every movement as you positioned yourself on him. Once your wet slick pussy took in his cock, you began moving. It was a slow grinding movement. His hands on your hips helped you keep the pace. He pushed his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. Taking in the feeling of you riding him. He groans softly, feeling your cold hands grab onto his chest. You quicken the pace. He could only focus on the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way you looked. You were all that consumed his mind. When he came, he moaned so loudly. He doesn’t care that it’s the middle of the night.

​

“No, no, not for me, my patient,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Please, I wish it was for me.”

“Why do you need a condom for a patient?” you asked, amused almost. “Is he hot?”

“What? No? My patient, he's HIV but apparently very, very active and he doesn't have condoms. He says he-he prefers it without and I've explained everything to him but there's no condoms in the draw where we keep them!” explained Samira.

“We have a condom draw?” asked Trinity, taking only that as the necessary information from Mohan's ramble.

You handed her the chart. “You sleep with women.”

“What? So I'm not allowed in the condom draw?”

“It's for sex ed teachings, people who are young and having sex,” you shrugged. “Stuff like that. Come on, I can help you out.”

The nurses desk was practically vacant. Around you everyone busied themselves with greeting the nigh shift and getting them out, taking away patients like the changing of the guard. It was almost too early to be dealing with tough patients who wouldn't protect themselves.

You led the way around the counter, Mohan and Santos (who took an invitation for herself) followed you over to the desk as you reached down for Robby's bag, propping it up.

It was no surprise to them that you were reaching for his bag, reaching for his stuff like it was yours. What was Robby's was yours. The real surprise had been when Mel found the two of you eight months ago making out in the storage room, shrieking and dropping a bag of blood that then splashed all over you.

And obviously at the scream everyone ran over and found the two of you rather compromised and covered in blood. You still weren't really done living that down.

You fished around in Robby's bag, the owner somewhere not there to see as you brought out an opened box of condoms. “Here,” you said handing her a thick strip as Santos laughed.

Samira took them wearily, a small dusting of pink on her cheeks. “Won't you... miss these?”

“No,” you said, rocking on your heels, suddenly feeling the familiar creeping heat of embarrassment. “We have... more.”

Santos smirked. “Keeping Robby in shape, huh?”

Samira shuddered. “I really don't want to think about my boss like that, but thank you!” you said, waving the strip like it was a flag and rushing off before her patient could walk off. She was a good doctor, dedicated you knew and you were just happy to help her reach her potential.

Distracted by watching her leave you failed to notice Trinity sneak over to Robby's bag, peeking inside like a nosy cat.

“Hey!” you lectured, pulling the zipper shut on her hand.

“What? Just wanted to know what else you got in there? Does he keep a pair of panties? Vibrator if it gets quiet,” she teased.

You blushed, shaking your head and looking down to the bag. “You have no shame, that's your boss you're talking about.”

She made a pfft noise. “You're the one screwing him.”

Yes, you were. Proudly and happily.

Javadi slid up next to you, practically shoving you a tablet and asking for your advice. You were somewhere deep in your residency, one of the first they were introduced to on their hell of a first day. Not as scary as Robby, easier to talk to than Langdon. It was typical for the Pittlings and Mohan to come to you when they needed advice. You liked it really, as much as Santos teased you and as much as Mohan and Javadi doubted themselves.

“Hey Crash,” said Trinity, all but giddy with the new knowledge she had about Doctor Robby's contents in his bag. “You wanna know what's in this bag of secrets.”

“No,” you chastised.

Javadi's eyes lightened up. “Is that Doctor Robby's bag?”

“It doesn't matter,” you said, pushing it back down to your feet.

“Hey,” Samira joined the group of you again, handing you back the strip of condoms. “He said he can't take these.” The rest of the doctors and nurses hustled around the Pitt, un-knowing of the personal dilemmas being aired out.

You lifted your shoulders. “You needed condoms, those are condoms.”

“Yes but they're not the right size,” said Mohan. “He says they wouldn't fit, they're too big.”

Oh.

Perhaps at some point you'd been shocked at the size of Robby. Before you'd only had your imagination and hints of him beneath his scrubs. The times when he'd brush past you in the teasing beginning of your relationship and you'd feel something prod at you. The first time he'd dragged you to his bedroom, lips seething in heat and teeth nipping in want to only lay you out on his bed and drag his pants and underwear down to show all of him- then you'd been shocked. Mouth watering so.

Over the months the shock transformed to desire, reaching hands and an eager mouth that you stopped thinking about the size.

You didn't think anything of it when you handed Mohan a strip of five extra-large condoms.

Standing at the nurses station it may as well have been a deserted island and you stared down at the condoms like it was your first offering of food.

“Uh-”

Javadi snatched the condoms from Samira first, staring down at them with mouth agape. “Oh my god.”

“Javadi-”

“Holy shit!”

You looked back and Santos had pulled out Robby's bag again, pulling out the box and staring at the size stamped on the front. “Santos!”

“No wonder you walk in limping.”

“I do not- I do not walk in limping!”

“Well, there was that one time-” said Mohan.

“No, there wasn't!” you argued. “I'd bruised my ankle.”

Mohan chuckled to herself. “Sure.”

Trinity smirked. “Bruised something.”

Javadi was still staring at the strip of condoms in wonder. “How do they even get this big?”

You snatched them away from her the way you might have if a child found them. Quickly you stuffed them in the box, threw them back in Robby's bag and kept it behind your back.

“Wait, why do you have a box of condoms for work?” asked Javadi.

“Oh please,” said Santos with a groan. “They're always at it in work. Better safe than sorry.”

“We are not always at it at work,” you defended.

“The storage closet?” asked Mohan, apparently abandoning the venture of finding fitting condoms for her patient.

You held up a finger. “That was one time.”

“The toilets,” added Santos, sadly remembering the time you and Robby had hid yourselves in the bathroom for a break. A break that was only supposed to be comforting touched turned hot and reaching quickly.

“That one time in the exam room where we thought we were examining a broken hip for a Mrs Driscoll-” began Javadi.

“Okay! Okay, I get it!” you interrupted.

“I think it's nice,” Trinity quipped her lip, arms crossing over her chest. “Get some dick when you can right.” She patted your shoulder like a proud sister as she left the group of you, laughing quietly to herself.

Victoria and Samira followed suit, leaving you with the ramifications of your own embarrassment. So what your boyfriend was largely endowed, wasn't it a compliment? Weren't you the luckiest girl in the world to have Robby with soft and tender touches turned to almost hateful thrusts with how hard he loved you.

You made sure Robby's bag was tightly closed before sliding it back under the desk.

The day brought the same usual storm the ED always brought. Enough to distract you from the mornings events and the package sitting inside of Robby's bag. You were left with only a creeping heat crawling up your neck, the last dregs of your doctors eyes on you and their giddy smiles.

You'd only managed to make it to the staff lounge for a coffee by mid day, taking the mug that was yours, marked with an inside joke and given one secret Santa round.

“Hey.” Robby slipped into the room, leaning his back against the sink and standing next to you.

“Hey yourself.”

For a moment there was a silence where you poured coffee for the both of you, handing him his mug.

Robby's fingers grazed yours, the simplest touch sending shivers through your skin. “Can I ask you something?”

You hummed, head tucked away. He wouldn't have heard about the mornings teasing's, would he?

“Santos has been... off today,” he said.

He would.

You gulped, a feign of concern falling to you. “She has?”

“Keeps looking at me and smirking. She's doing this thing with her hands where she-” he demonstrated, spreading his hands to different distances, some small, some bigger. His hands wavered around the imaginary object between his hands.

You were left groaning.

Robby's head tilted toward you. “Do you know anything?”

In attempts of hiding away the story your head ducked and shook side to side.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” you said.

Robby's fingers were slightly calloused but no less humble as he pinched your chin, realigning his gaze with yours. His brows rose, gaze pouring into yours. He didn't even have to ask you again.

You sighed. “This morning Mohan had a patient with HIV and she wanted to give him condoms but there was none where they usually are so I gave her some of ours. But they weren't exactly... the right size.”

There was a small furrow of confusion in his face as he waited for you to elaborate.

You turned your body into his, lowering your voice. “Not everybody can fit into an extra large, Robby.”

The furrow gave and a small grin split his cheeks as he glanced down to your shoes, a pink blooming under his beard and to his cheeks. It was different from your own embarrassment. He was more pleased with himself.

Robby straightened, hands wavering. “So how does... this connect to-”

“Santos was there this morning when Samira asked.”

He chuckled, tongue poking out into his cheek as he shook his head in amusement.

“It's not funny,” you said, nudging him.

He rocked on his feet. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

Your coffee was turning lukewarm in hand, the bitter taste suddenly too sweet as you made to walk away from him and stew in your own humiliation.

Robby's fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged, using you to pull himself in closer. “Oh, I'm sorry,” he teased, voice dropping into the low drag in his condescending way. The sort of voice he used to coax you down into bed with his darkening eyes and lustful approach. “Is my dick too big? Do I fuck you too good?” His hands grabbed at your hips, bringing you into him, tongue darting out to your neck.

Your body wriggled in his hold, trying to escape as his arms grew strong around you. “Stop!” You laughed.

“Make me.” He nipped at your neck, licking over the sting he caused.

The door was pushed open and Langdon stumbled in the doorway, catching sight of the two of you tangled in arms and laughter.

“Are you two doing it in the lounge now?” he asked.

You guessed you just should've been thankful Langdon wasn't there that morning, otherwise there would have been competitions between him and Santos on who could make the best jokes out of your misery.

Slowly, Robby moved away from you, pulling himself up straight and pulling at his hoodie before leading the way out the room.

McKay was wheeling a patient away to x-ray, Samira was giving aftercare instructions to an elderly couple and Mel was somewhere lurking in a corner talking to Dana.

Santos, however, was still being the most productive, sitting across from Javadi and still trying to make sense of some invisible size between her hands.

You watched, un-able to stop as Robby walked behind Santos and spread her hands apart just a little, enough to leave more than enough inches between her hands.

Robby walked away, satisfied.

--🩷--

'The thing about missing me on night shifts,' Jack's fingers trailed lazily up and down your bare thigh; a ghost of a touch, 'is Waffles.' 'Hmmm?' You asked, half-asleep and confused. Jack reached over and gently plucked the doggy stuffie he bought you from your arms, sprayed in his aftershave. You had been curled over his pillow to smell his shampoo, wearing an old soft tee, and cuddling Waffles. It was the only way you could feel semi-relaxed; just enough to sleep. 'Not only does Waffles give great cuddles,' Jack explained solemnly, making Waffles's head nod in earnest, 'he is also magic.' 'Magic?' You asked. 'Yes, baby,' Jack's voice has dropped low and rough in your ear. He makes Waffles give you a kiss on your nose. You smile with childlike innocence. How cute, Jack thought. 'Did'ya feel that?' 'Feel what?' You asked, receiving another kiss on the nose from your stuffie.

'He's very soft,' you mumble. Jack stared down at you with those intense hazel eyes, one eyebrow slightly raised and the smallest smirk playing with the corner of his lips. 'He's very hard.'

Jack made Waffles give you a third and final kiss on your nose, before making him dance along your shoulder. You giggle and dip your neck. You loved it when Jack played with your stuffies with you. It made you feel safe, relaxed, loved. You didn't need to think about anything else in the world; your thoughts cleared like clouds after a storm. The smell of Jack's aftershave, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the scruff of silver on his face, his calming breaths, and the low rumble of his voice as he brought your animal friends to life was nothing short of heaven. All you needed to think was Jaaack.

Jack made Waffles snuffle across your chest. 'Stop - daddy!' You looked up at Jack in surprise, eyes wide. 'He's only exploring, baby. He doesn't know what it means.' You eye Jack with careful suspicion. Waffles snuffles kisses down your stomach, and quickly darts to your ribs. He disguises Jack's fingers, which tickle you quickly and deftly. You giggle and squirm against Jack's half-hard cock. 'Oh, Jack...' you breathe. 'Ignore that,' Jack directs. 'Watch Waffles.' The way Jack coos to you has your insides melting and you purr in his arms. Waffles trails his doggy snout along the sensitive dip between your hip and your stomach. You held your breath as Jack hummed softly behind you. As Jack guided your doggy along the waistband of your panties, he dipped his snout playfully beneath the fabric. His cold nose made you shiver.

'Waffles is naughty,' you insisted. You felt Jack shake his head behind you. 'Nuh-huh,' Jack continued that low, rough mumble, 'he's magic.' 'He's not magic, he's a menace to society!' You laughed, 'he shouldn't be there.' 'He doesn't know it's wrong,' Jack insisted, 'he's just exploring.' Jack leaned around you and gently ran your stuffie's face along the seat of your panties. You stiffened as Jack lowered his voice. 'I'm only playing, mommy... play with me.' Waffles's hard, plastic nose pressed against your clit and you let out a soft noise at the back of your throat.

'I'm sorry, what was that?' Jack asked, running his snout back down your clit to your leaky pants. 'No-no-o-o-othing.' Jack gave a cocky smile. 'Your doggy is to keep you company for whatever you need when I'm not here. If you need a cuddle... or if you need something hard to sit on.' You started to gasp, which quickly turned into a small moan, as the stuffie nosed within your folds, towards the centre of you.

Jack pulled him back and inspected his snout. He smirked as he turned the stuffie to face you. 'Wouldya' look at that,' Jack mused, 'Waffles is wet.' Heat rushed to your face as you saw the hard button nose glistening with your slick. He hadn't even touched you bare; you were leaking through your pants. 'Noooo,' you cried, trying to hide your face in Jack's chest. 'Oh, yes, baby.' Jack couldn't hide his grin. He used your stuffie's snout to nose your panties to the side. His warm fluff and cold button nose made you bite your lip as it brushed against your bare skin. 'Don't,' you cried, 'you'll get Waffles's fur all wet.' Jack kissed the top of your head. 'Waffles can always have a bath later,' he reassured you. 'He just wants to explore...'

Before you had chance to protest, the stuffie's nose was pressed against your cunt, the hard nose pushing in as far as Jack could get him. It was centimetres into your tight hole, but it was enough. 'Fuuuck,' Jack breathed, his cock waving in his pants. You tried to hold in the squeak but failed when Jack moved the nose in gentle circles, exploring the wet sides of you. 'That's it,' Jack soothed. 'Let all of those pretty thoughts float away. There you go.' You looked down and saw Jack's thick, wide fingers circling the stuffie's shoulders. It felt so wrong but that made the sensation even better. 'Jack,' you moaned. 'Yes, princess?' Jack whispered in his gruff voice, gently biting the top of your ear. You clenched automatically, squeezing around the toy. 'Oh,' Jack was really starting to enjoy himself, 'I think Waffles really liked that.' 'Jack,' you whispered again, 'please.'

'Don't ask me, princess,' Jack raised the stuffie's head to look at you. 'Ask him.' Humiliation washed over you and you looked up into the famous Jack Abbot gaze. You lost your trail of thought. 'Please don't make me do that,' you whispered. Jack shrugged his shoulders and continued rubbing your now soaking cunt with your favourite present. 'Fuck - please!' Every inch of movement was delicious - the softness of the fuzzy fur dragging lightly across your inner thighs and the cool, hard surface of the pointy nose was driving you crazy. Of course it was. Jack teased you, working you up until he knew you'd beg for it. 'Wa- Waffles,' your mouth moved around the thick words. You looked up into Jack's blazing eyes. 'Look at him, baby, not at me.'

Jack raised the doggy's head again, tilting it to one side in an inquisitive stance. 'Waffles,' you hated yourself with every word, 'please.' 'Please what?' Jack even gave the toy a ridiculous voice. You wanted to die. 'Use your words,' Jack murmured, ''else he won't understand.' 'Please... please can you make me cum.' Your face burned with embarrassment. The fingers around the stuffie, closest to your cunt, were slowly being drenched in your slick. Jack knew how wet humiliation made you.

Jack slid the button nose between your folds, gathering your wetness along the snout and between his eyes. 'Like this?' The ridiculous voice continued. You were about to swear at Jack and plead with him to stop, but the cold nose pressed just above your clit... just above where you needed him. 'Yeah... yeah, like that.' The button nose swirled around your clit in feather-light kisses, working you over in the way Jack knew you liked with his fingers. You couldn't disguise the filthy noises leaving your throat, and Jack kissed the top of your head. You could hear his heavy breathing so close to your ear and you clenched uselessly around nothing. 'If you need Waffles somewhere else, all you just gotta beg.' You made a strangled cry, resolving to hold onto your last shred of dignity. Maybe you could cum from just this? A weak one, if he did it for long enough.

Jack started to pull the toy away. 'Please! You cried, desperate now from the edging and the fear of it stopping. 'Waffles, please... please make me cum.' Jack left the toy suspended in the air for a few seconds until you whined. The toy finally, finally, hit where you needed. You couldn't help but grind against the nose. Some part of you was aware you were ruining his fur but you didn't care anymore. Your hips chased the friction, pushing against its face. Jack held Waffles steady, allowing your pressure to remain against the button. Sloppy, wet circles against your sensitive clit made your body tingle, a band tighten in your stomach. It was different to fingers; heavier and more precise. Your chest worked faster, harder, as you came. 'Oh fuck,' Jack cursed, watching you soak the little dog's face. He gave a few more tender swipes of the snout along your folds, making drinking noises. 'Kiss the little doggy thank you,' Jack brought the stuffie up to your face. You panted as you kissed him, tasting yourself on his snout. 'You know I'll always look after you,' Jack turned your head to face him with a finger under your chin. 'Even when I can't be here... you've got someone to cuddle... and ride.'

when you trail your fingers down your bare stomach, tease the waistband of your panties, he actually whines a little.

‘sorry, did you need something?’ you ask, pinching the fabric and letting it snap back against your skin.

you watch him swallow, a slow, painful-looking bob of his throat, before he says, ‘please, let me.’

you reach out and fix an absent curl on his head. ‘let you what, andrew? i can’t give you something unless i know what it is.’

andrew’s neck and shoulders are flushed warm and pink beneath his freckles, and the muscles in his ass clench for a second when he presses his hips into the mattress beneath him.

‘your pussy, please,’ he rasps, ‘let me eat your pussy.’

you hum, sliding your fingers over your cunt, feeling the warmth bleed through the fabric. there’s a little damp spot near your entrance. you rub it slowly with the pads of two fingers, then slip those same two fingers into andrew’s mouth.

‘only good boys get to eat my pussy,’ you say sweetly as he moans, sucking on your fingers. ‘have you been a good boy, andrew?’

he nods, hips jerking against the mattress.

you hum again, considering, and slip your fingers out of his mouth. you bring them back down and rub your cunt again, his spit mixing in with what’s already there, turning the fabric dark.

andrew is watching your fingers like a starved man, pupils blown so wide he couldn’t possibly miss a single detail.

‘i don’t know,’ you say, slipping your fingers into your panties, gasping a little when they glide over your wet clit, ‘my fingers feel really good. i might just rub myself until i come.’

‘no,’ andrew whines, eyebrows drawn together like he’s in acute distress, ‘no, please, i’ll make it so good for you, i will. i’ll make you come. please.’

you rub your clit in slow circles. ‘yeah? you gonna shove your tongue in my cunt, andrew?’

‘yes,’ he says emphatically, tracking your fingers like a predator with their prey.

you prop your foot on his shoulder, knee bending to spread yourself open. ‘you gonna lap at this wet pussy like a dog?’

‘yes,’ he says, and he’s almost panting like this, chest moving in time with his breath.

you slip your fingers out of your panties and slide them into his hair, tugging on his roots until his eyelashes flutter.

‘okay, puppy,’ you finally relent, ‘you can lick,’ and shove his face in your cunt.

andrew groans, inhaling the scent of your pussy like an aphrodisiac before going to town. tonguing and sucking through the fabric until it’s so wet it’s another color altogether. you help him along, rolling your hips up into his mouth and he seems to really like that, groans even louder and you can feel the vibration roll through you, rumbly against your clit.

he gets a hand beneath his chin to tug the gusset of your panties to the side, and licks deep between your folds, looking up at you when you make a noise, pulling off your clit with a soft, wet pop! then he does it again and again, flat dragging tongue that ends with a teasing suck at the top.

‘that taste good, puppy?’ you ask him.

andrew buries his face against you in response and wiggles his tongue all the way inside your hole.

‘mnn—fuck,’ you moan, cupping the back of andrew’s head as he starts to tongue-fuck your pussy, lick you from the inside.

you press your hips up, trying to get him impossibly deeper, and you might be suffocating him a little like this because his eyes roll back and he starts actively humping the bed.

‘oh, you like that?’ your voice a little high and reedy from your pleasure, ‘like when i use you like this?’

andrew moans deep into your cunt, only slipping out his tongue to suck on your clit. he’s sucks like he enjoys the feeling maybe more than you do, like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing with his mouth.

you tug the curls at the crown of his head. ‘mm, a good boy who likes being useful, wants to give me a reason to keep him around.’

andrew’s hips are continuously rolling now, thighs spread wide to drag his dick against the mattress, desperate noises muffled against your pussy.

‘you gonna let me keep you, puppy?’

andrew lets out an unintelligible noise and sucks on your clit firm enough that your hips jerk. it makes you stutter out a surprised laugh, delighted, as he goes back to softly licking you.

‘i can get you a handsome collar,’ you tell him, breathless, ‘with my name on it, of course, so everyone knows who you belong to.’

andrew’s eyes find yours and they’re mostly pupil, irises barely a thin ring that wraps around their circumference. you take a moment to enjoy how pussy-drunk he looks like this, save it in your memory.

‘you want that? you want to be my dog?’

he takes a single second to pull off your clit and rasp, ‘yes,’ and then doubles down on his efforts until intense pleasure is shooting up from your cunt into your belly.

you buy him a collar the very next day, hook a finger beneath it to drag him in for a filthy kiss.