#goldenretriever!reader

jealous sex. degradation. unprotected sex. (DO NOT DO THIS.) heavy breeding kink!

He's drowning in you.

Eyes glazed, lips parted, breath hitching with every thrust. The room is thick with heat and sound—wet squelching, the slap of skin, the low, broken noises he makes because he can't hold back anymore. You're relentless. Cruel. Every moment calculated, every shift of your hips a reminder: he's beneath you, inside you, yours.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear. "This is all you're good for," You whisper. "All you're made to do." He nods, "Isn't that right, Bunny?" He gasps as your hand wraps tight around his throat. "M-mhm," He chokes out, voice thin and trembling. "Jus' made to breed..."

You press down harder, hips grinding down, watching his eyes roll back. "You know your place," You murmur, voice low and sharp. "That means you're not gonna talk to other girls, right?" His breath stutters. His fingers twitch. "I saw you. Smiling. Blushing. Did you really forget who you belong to just because we were at a club?"

"I-I– wasn't blushing-" He tries to defend. You bite down on his shoulder—hard enough to bruise. He whimpers, legs shaking, hips still trying to meet yours. "You think they could do this to you? Make you beg like this? Break you like this?"

He shakes his head, frantic. "N-no—only you, mama— only you—" He twitches inside you, helpless, needy, already close again. "You're gonna cum again, aren't you, bunny?" He whines desperately, his hips snapping up.

You kiss him—slowly, possessively—panting against his lips.

"Do it," You whisper, "Fill me up."

He comes for you. Loud. Messy. Yours.

©LILOLEBAMBI

a/n: bunny!matt 😛😛😛

He looks so pretty.

Sweaty pieces of hair sticking to his forehead, bitten lips pink and swollen, eyes low and heavy.

He whines loudly, ruined as he bucks into your hand. "Oh, cmon bun." You push his hips down, tilting his head back towards the mirror. "You know the rules."

"M'— mhh— msorry— I-I—" He gasps, throwing his head back to your shoulder as you blatantly tease his tip. "Bunny," You tilt his head back to the mirror, "Gotta listen to me if you wanna cum, can't you look at how pretty you look?"

Matt whines, biting his already swollen lips. "But— mhhhh— so embarrassing—"

More and more sultry and needy moans fall from his lips as you stroke his length, eyes threatening to roll back into his head with each stroke.

You smirk, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as you stop your hand on his cock. "Nooo— nononono— please—" He pants out, eagerly trying to chase your touch. "Need to cum— p-please mama—"

You coo at him, stroking him but not in the way he wants, the way he needs. "Look at yourself for me then, okay, pretty?"

He nods obediently, eyes immediately glued on the mirror place in front of him. "Ohmygod—" He lets out the whinest, pathetic moan you've heard from all night when you begin to pump him.

"Mama— m' so close— holyshit— please— please!" You giggle as you watch his hips buck erratically into your hand, "Yeah? Gonna cum all over the mirror?"

"Yesyes— ohmy— haah— ohfuck—!" He comes with a loud cry, back arching off of your back as he clutches your thighs with all his might.

You tilt his head towards you again, slotting your lips together. "Good bunny."

a/n: i missed my man!

INTRODUCING THE OTHER HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS... WELL SORT OF..

GOLDENRETRIEVER!READER.

16. "do you act like a dumbass on purpose, or is it just a personality trait?" all i want by kodaline. cheer captain. popular. coffee addiction. kat stratford coded. knows everyone. pinkpinkpink. hair always up. lovergirl. string headphones. sunsets. pretty, pretty girl. also knew the triplets since elementary school just not as close with them.

DOG!MATT.

17. "oh, cmon. you know you think i'm funny." young dumb & broke by khaild. class clown. bit of a player. plays the guitar for garage band. mean. either skipping or sleeping in class. beanies. patrick verona coded. cigarettes over weed. teeny bit manipulative. eyebrow silt. let down by radio head.

a/n: I AMMMMM SO EXCITED FOR THEM LIKE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

what’s bunny!matt doing rn…

LMAOOO

[1:20 PM, Thursday.]

"Mama— please—" He whines, hand tightly gripping your hair. "J-jus' for a second— promise—"

You can't help but giggle, nuzzled between his legs as you press soft, wet sticky kisses all along his cock and most importantly his hypersensitive tip. Your giggles get longer once you look up and see the pout on his face. "You can't take it, bun? " You coo, in the sweet mocking tone that makes Matt whimper.

"I‐ I— just don't understand— w-why you won't let me—" He mewls, eyes fluttering shut as you lick a stripe his dick. "P-put it in your mouth— haah—"

You don't answer, deciding that kissing his cock is far more important than whatever he has to say. "Goldie— f-uc— fuck— seriously, c-cant—"

The more kisses you press to his cock the louder he gets, his hips jerking erratically against your face. "Need- t-to— put it in your mouth!—" His grip on your hair tightens, making you smirk. "Don't wanna make a mess—"

His tip begins to leak, and you moan against him. Pressing kisses to his mushroom shaped tip like your life depended on it, "Cum— fuck— m' gonna cum!" He cries out, hips stuttering as he paints your lips and face white. Some of it even getting in your hair.

Matt pants, body melting away into the sheets. You wipe his cum with your fingers, sucking them clean before you press a kiss to his thigh.

"Just the tip."

Matt whines, "You're so mean—"

a/n: okay... wait me when i cook?

baking, but it's messy. like super messy.

[5:38 PM.]

He lets out a breathy moan, hands eagerly grabbing at your hips. Your hands rest on his chest, steadying your movements as you move on his lap.

He lets a whine out every now every now and then, no words, though. It's the quietest he's ever been in bed.

You can tell his attention isn't fully on you. You pout, "Why isn't my bunny giving me attention?" You tilt your head, Matt letting out a loud whine as you your movements come to a halt. Even with that, he still doesn't answer. Too entranced in whatever has his attention.

It's then when you notice why his head is so low, he's staring directly at your fingers. You grab him by his jaw, a pathetic moan leaves his lips.

"You want my fingers, is that it, baby?" He bites his lip, nodding slowly.

You're quick to do what he wants, what he needs. As soon you slip your fingers in his mouth, he's moaning, letting out noises you didn't even know were possible, thrusting absentmindedly against you.

You've got him right where you want him. You smirk, "You like this? Sucking on my fingers like a little slut?" His tounge swirls around your fingers, obscene sounds filling the room as he takes them deeper and deeper.

You push your fingers far, his throat sputtering. "Want an answer, bun." But all he can let out are moans and whimpers, "I- I—!" He squeaks, "S'- s' sogood— ma- mama—"

His hips stutter, eyes beginning to roll back as he has the most intense orgasm hes ever had in his jeans. He arches out of your touch.

You giggle, looking down at the wet patch that's formed on them. You slowly pull your fingers from his mouth, and he whines at the lost.