#please master

"Get me ready puppy."

You don't hesitate. You bury your face in your favorite treat. They grab your head and hold you against them. You can't breathe. But you're a good puppy. Good puppies are there to please.

Your lungs start to ache. You try not to struggle. Master moans. "Good girl." You're a good girl. You don't stop. You fight the need to breathe. Your body begins to shake. Good puppies please their masters. Your muscle of your tongue is burning. Good puppies please their masters. Your vision is going black. Good puppies please their masters. Master is crushing your face against their pelvis. Good puppies don't stop licking.

They grip your hair and forcefully pull you away. You gasp for breath. Good puppies are grateful for their treats.

Master turns around and kneels on the seat. You're so hard. Good puppies wait for permission. "Come on good girl. Fuck." Good girls obey.

Masters skin feels so good and warm against your hands as you get into position. You did a good job, but Master is still a bit dry. It hurts pushing in, but they like it that way. Good puppies please their masters. The movement is slick soon enough. You push deep, pressing into them, into the spots you know they love. Good puppies please their masters. They feel so good. Their waist in your grip. Their ass against your pelvis as you thrust forward and bury yourself in their soft, warm pussy.

Good puppies please their masters. You want to cum so bad. Masters pleasure comes first. Good puppies wait for permission. The best feeling is when they cum around you. You can barely hold back. Good puppies wait for permission.

"You can cum, puppy."

The orgasm consumes your body the second you hear those words. Your movements stutter and shake. Your arms strain from pulling them against you. You give everything to them. Your orgasm belongs to them.

"Good girl. Good puppy."

Good puppies are grateful.

Focus

Stare

Learn

Okay but like laying in bed with my kitty, my wrists bound and a leash and collar on. Just together watching a show, my head in their lap only wearing my panties so they can touch my back and brush their fingers over my body.

Basically just really really good

by orphan_account

“I was staring at you”, Harry says quietly, his fingers dancing on Louis’ heated skin, “earlier, on the dancefloor. I know you noticed me. But you’re used to people staring, aren’t you?”

Though the question comes with a chuckle, it feels to Louis as though he is being scolded. Scolded, for he is desirable, and innocent, and untouched, and irresistible. Words, all of which were said to him by Harry as he requested his company for his endeavors for the night. It was the manner in which he said them, with a drawl so slow it reminded Louis of the way he liked to pour honey in his tea in the afternoon; through a spoon slightly tilted, each drop a triumph of its own. Most he had liked how the words had melted his mind as hot water did to honey; persistently, inevitably.

And, much like he does his tea, it appears he prefers his company – sweet, steaming, and alone.

“I think you enjoy it. The staring. I think you find pleasure in knowing you are wanted, a thrill in being chased. How boring”, Harry says, appearing indifferent to Louis despite the cruel nature of his words. “It’s a pity. You enjoy feeling like a slut, but all you need is somebody to fuck the seductive little brat out of you.”

Words: 4344, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Innocent Louis, Virgin Louis, First Time, Daddy Kink, (kind of anyway), Dom/sub, Alternate Universe, Dirty Talk, Strangers to Lovers, One Night Stands, Fluff and Smut, Tickling, Laughter During Sex, Top Harry, Bottom Louis

I want to be controlled so incredibly bad. I need someone to reach into my mind and pick me apart bit by bit. Take me over.