#ran fluff

“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.

“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”

“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”

your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.

the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.

“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”

commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.

commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.

chifuyu:

“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.

“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.

“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.

“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.

after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”

“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.

“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.

“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”

you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.

“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”

the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.

commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED

commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!

rindou:

your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.

you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.

rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.

you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.

“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.

“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.

“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.

“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”

“excuse me?”

commenter: bro groans like a good boy

commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?

(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)

baji:

“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.

“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.

“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.

“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans

“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.

“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.

the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.

“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”

“he’s about to what?!”

commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites

commenter: 1/10. he scares me

kazutora:

“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.

he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.

“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.

“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”

kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.

“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”

“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.

“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”

“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”

commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute

commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts

sanzu:

“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.

“babe, what the hell?”

“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.

sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.

“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”

he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments

“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”

“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”

“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”

commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice

commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.

ran (bonus):

did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.

commenter: bro’s snoring

commenter: hes meditating guys

commenter: he’s died

You knew it was going to be a good day when you took your apple pie out of the oven. It was flaky, golden brown perfection! You couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile as you placed it in the display case. Sure, things were slow at the bakery right now, but it was only the morning. Traffic would pick up in the morning, you were sure of it.

As you got to work on making some almond apple butter cookies, the bell above the front door to the bakery rang. You flashed a bright smile before it fell into a frown. What was he doing here?

“Aw, did you miss me?”

“Go away, Ran.”

“You should work on your customer service skills.” He tsked. “You’ll scare away all of your customers with that attitude.”

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “What do you want this time? I’m not making you some extravagant order on a ridiculous time schedule, just so you can complain again.”

He shook his head. “Nope, nothing like that. Just wondering if you can whip up a wedding cake in three months?”

You paused, taken aback. Sure, Ran was your ex-boyfriend from back when you were kids, but it still surprised you that he would ask you. I mean, you were frenemies but wouldn’t it be better if he went to someone else for this kind of request?

Nodding, you said, “Congratulations. I can-”

“Oh, no, I’m not getting married!” He assured you quickly. “It’s for Rindou. I’m just the best man, so I’m helping with some of the things on their list. The bride has had your cupcakes before and I said I knew you, so she asked me to ask you. That’s all.”

Well, that explained a lot. Again, you nodded. “Oh, right. Well, I think I can do something for the couple. Do they have any requirements or ideas to work off of?”

“Oh, um…” Ran fished a small notepad out of his pocket. “She gave me this.”

Scanning the list, you were pleasantly surprised. Wedding cakes tended to be either overly specific or way too broad. This couple had some concrete ideas with enough room for creativity. What they were asking for wasn’t going to be too much trouble on your end. It probably wasn’t Rindou’s idea though. He seemed like the way too broad kind of person.

“Yeah, I can do this for them. It’d be my pleasure. Just give me a date and time you’d like to pick it up and I’ll have it done by then.” You told him.

“Thanks Y/n! You’re a lifesaver!”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You snorted.

There was a brief pause before Ran added, “You know, I am allowed to bring a plus one. If you want to come, that is.”

Again, you were caught off-guard. You were exes, as in past lovers. If you were to take a plus one to a wedding, you would take a current lover or a close friend. Not someone who you used to be romantically involved with. And Ran would have plenty of options. 

So why would he choose you? Were you really that special to him? It didn’t really matter either way. The whole situation was just odd.

However, you never could say no to those puppy dog eyes of his, could you?

With a sigh, you answered him, “Well, it’s three months away right?”

“Yeah. So you’ll think about it?’

You had agreed to meet your partner, Ran, at The Last Drop after you got off your shift at work. You shoved the door open with a heavy sigh as the clicking of your heels was drowned out by the music and banter of the establishment. Maneuvering your way through the crowds you walked up to the bar to immediately get a drink after your long day.

Therium noticed you and made his way over greeting you by name with a soft smile. “What can I getcha’ this evening?”

“Long Island Iced Tea for a long day, please.” You said, resting your elbows on the bar top.

Therium nodded and went to get your drink started. As you waited for your cocktail, your head swiveled to scan the bar, looking for the distinctive choppy fringe of your partner. Being a Friday night, the bar was rather busy which made it a bit more difficult to find Ran within the sea of people, but you had a few guesses as to where they could be in the bar.

Therium returned with your drink setting the glass in front of you. As you reached for your purse to pay the bartender spoke up. “Your first drink is on Ran’s tab. They’re waiting for you.”

A small smile graced your lips. As long as Ran still stood living and breathing, they were physically proof that chivalry wasn’t dead.

“I guess they’re not gambling tonight?” You grabbed your drink, bringing the straw to your lips to take a small sip.

Therium shook his head. “Pool table. They’re betting money on games and—”

“And absolutely kicking those people's asses.” You half sighed, half chuckled as you finished the statement. “I don’t know why people play against them sometimes. They’ve been playing billiards since they were like, 10.”

“You think Ran tells them that?” Therium chuckled to himself, being a first hand witness to the many games and bets customers have lost to Ran. “They have a better chance of gambling against Sevika.

A sharp whistle from a patron at the other end of the bar caught your attention and made Therium jump. He sighed. “Let me know if you need another drink, I gotta get back to work.”

You nodded, raising your glass in gratitude to him as he turned to attend other customers at the bar top. You inhaled through your nose, preparing yourself for the screaming pain in the arches of your feet before setting off towards the billiard tables.

You approached to find Ran leaned up against the wall, watching their opponent line up his shot as your partner quietly sipped their drink. Once you were close enough for Ran to hear the clicking of your heels against the floor, you saw their head snap in your direction, a small smile forming on their plump lips.

“Hey, baby.” They greeted you with an open arm for a hug, their mechanical hand still holding onto their pool stick. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Ugh.” You groaned, all but collapsing into their hug as your head rested into the crook of their neck. “They sent me to 3 different places today. All 3 were on opposite sides of Zaun. I swear they do this on purpose.” You complained. You felt Ran’s arm wrap around you as they pulled you in for a quick, tight hug before letting you go, yet loosely keeping their hand on your waist.

“Wanna take your heels off and take a rest?” Ran offered, turning their head to look for the closest available chair. You lifted your head off their shoulder to shake your head.

“No, I’ll be okay. Probably just won’t want to stay out super late.” You watched as Ran’s opponent finally took his shot and you leaned off of your partner so that they could take their turn.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other every few minutes as you watched the game progress, Ran ahead of the man by at least 2 points. Ran watched you out of the corner of their eye as they lined up their shots, but you smiled at them and sipped your drink, not wanting to throw off their rhythm in the game.

After a less than climactic win from Ran, they immediately collected their winnings before putting their pool stick away— making their way back to you, still pressed against the wall.

“C’mere.” They whispered to you before leading you by your hips to the pool table. Once there, Ran turned you around before hoisting you up so you were sitting on the edge of the table, feet dangling.

“Better?” They asked, searching your face for any discomfort. You grinned, taking another sip of your half way gone drink.

“Better. Thank you.” You leaned forward slightly, puckering your lips expectantly for a kiss. Ran gladly obliged, pressing their lips to yours.

“You know, if they hurt your feet that bad, why do you wear them all the time?” Ran asked, glancing down at your glittering heels.

“They’re just my thing.” You kicked up one foot to show off the shiny heels, turning it in the light. “Don’t feel like myself without them.”

“What about when we’re at home?” Ran asked, leaning against the pool table next to you.

“Home is for my fuzzy slippers.” You then poked their chest with your index finger to make a point. “Only you get to see that. Otherwise—“ You lifted both of your legs up, crossing them and letting them fall into Ran’s arms as you shifted your weight into your left arm, your right one still holding your drink. “Everyone else gets to admire my pretty shoes.”

Ran smirked, easily holding your legs up. “But,” Ran grabbed one of your heels, not to take it off, but to emphasize their own point. “Can these pretty shoes walk you home tonight? Or should they be on display for the rest of the night?”

“Display?” You questioned, turning your head in slight confusion. Ran chuckled at your adorable response.

“You’ve been on your feet all day. Why don’t I carry you home on my back so you don’t have to walk?”

You sipped on the last drops of your drink, humming in thought.

“That does sound nice, but it’s almost a 20 minute walk home, you don’t have to carry me the whole way.” You set your now empty drink beside you on the table.

“You act like I don’t want to do this.” Ran leaned in placing another quick kiss on your lips as they took your empty glass. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You gave a small nod to Ran as they walked over to the bar, you assumed to pay the tab before you both left. When they returned they stood in front of you, facing away and bending their knees a bit to give you a better angle to climb on. “Hop on.”

Putting your legs on the side of their waist and wrapping your arms around their shoulders, they hooked their arms underneath your legs and hoisted you up onto their back with relative ease. Despite having one of the slimmer builds of Silco’s henchmen, Ran held their own when it came to strength.

Ran began to make their way towards the door with you in tow. You rested your head on their shoulder, relaxing onto them as they carried you out of The Last Drop. You let your feet softly sway in time with their steps as you listened to Zaun quiet down for the night the further you got away from the bar.

Not one for many words or meaningless conversations, Ran stayed quiet as they carried you home. They were content enough feeling your heart beat against their back and listening to your soft giggles whenever they stopped to hoist you higher up on their back throughout the short trip.

Once you had arrived home, you quickly dug through your purse to find the keys to your shared home, leaning slightly over your lover's shoulder in order to unlock the front door. Ran carried you inside and closed the door with their foot as you kicked your legs, still trapped in their hold.

“You can put me down now, you know.” You poked your finger into Ran’s cheek. “My feet hurt but my legs aren’t broken.” Ran stopped their movement in front of the couch.

“Oh, you wanna be let down?” They asked nonchalantly. “Okay.” They then proceeded to completely drop all your weight back onto the couch unceremoniously. You fell onto the couch with a small yell, not expecting the one thing holding you up to very suddenly give way.

“Ran!!” You jokingly yelled at them, not actually mad. You shifted on the couch to sit more upright and adjusted your dress back into its proper place.

“Yes?” They replied with that devilish smirk on their face. They knelt down in front of you and softly held your ankle, bringing your foot to rest on top of their leg as they began to undo the ankle straps on your heels.

You instantly melted at the sight. Ran, whose hands have punched, choked, and killed others on command were the same ones who treated you as delicate as silk while removing your shoes. They set your heel off the side before softly stretching your ankle out in circles. They applied a moderate amount of pressure to the arches of your feet, slowly massaging out any knots that may have formed from the day.

“You’re too good to me.” You sighed happily. You lifted your hand to Ran’s head, running your fingers through their short hair and letting your nails scrape across their scalp. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” You reminded them, pushing their fringe out of their face so you could look them in both of their eyes.

“I know.” They set your bare foot onto the floor with a softness you’ve noticed they only reserved for you. Without another word they picked up your other foot repeating the process. You watched them quietly, your heart bursting with your love for them.

“I love you so much, Ran.”

“I love you too, baby.”

manjiro sano.

draken's suspicious. mikey's been awfully quiet and smiles to himself a lot. raising an eyebrow, draken takes another sip of his drink, is he going crazy? he judges mikey again. for the fifth time this day, mikey's giggled and smiled to himself like a little girl thinking about her celebrity crush.

“what the hell is going on with you?!” draken questions, he takes hold of a random fork from the table, pointing it at mikey demanding an answer.

“say, ‘ken,” mikey speaks, resting both elbows on and clasping his fingers together, he leans in closer before continuing, “what would you do if you got a girlfriend?”

draken, though holding a normal expression, is currently surprised. what does mikey mean? did mikey score a girl? is he truly going insane? questions that'll never find their answers. opening his mouth to answer, draken immediately closes it—he has to think about his answer precisely.

“i'd probably want to show her off? why the fuck are you asking me this!?”

“perfect answer because you see,” mikey stops himself, he leans over the table to whisper in draken's ear, “I GOT A GIRL!” he shouts and receives a slap on the head.

“first of all, never do that again.” draken rubs his ear, rolling his eyes as he shoos mikey away.

“secondly, are your impulses getting worse? need me to get you your comfort snack?” draken genuinely questions. he thinks mikey's gone insane.

“...don't talk to me.” slapping his palms on the table, mikey dramatically slings his bag on his shoulder walking out the shop with fake tears.

ran haitani.

rindou opens the door after three knocks. he looks at you up and down for five seconds before concluding that you got the wrong house. so what does he do? he closes the door but luckily, ran saw you and held the door open.

“don't lock my girl out, rin.”

“sorry, my bad—YOUR GIRL!?”

rindou stops from walking back to his room and spins around immediately. he points at ran before pointing at you, clearly he's confused. from what rindou remembers, ran's a loser that sweet talks but never manages to get past that, so what does he mean by “my girl”?!

you stand there awkwardly while the two brothers bicker. ran's offended and rindou's just rindou. looking at the two brothers, you decide to stop them and introduce yourself.

“hello, i'm y/n.”

“hi, i'm rindou. anyways, RAN.”

he shouts ran's name, demanding further explaination. and what does ran do? shuffle past rindou while pulling you your wrist. he pulls you in front of him before looking back at his younger brother with a lazy smile, “i'll tell you the details later.”

rindou rolls his eyes, walking into his room but before that, he responds to ran, “you better. good night you two.”

rindou haitani.

“you look like a creep.” sanzu walks up to rindou, resting his cold soda on rindou's head. his eyes move to what rindou's watching and looks back to him with a teasing smile.

“what do you mean by creep.” rindou says, slapping off sanzu's drink.

“well, if i saw a random thirty year old man dressed in dark tones looking at a girl i'd think you're a creep—without context of course.” sanzu defends himself, sitting beside rindou slinging an arm over the bench's backrest.

rindou raises his middle finger to sanzu's face, he's not going to listen to him anymore. unlocking his phone, he texts you.

rindou smiles at your texts which creeps sanzu out. seriously, he's getting goosebumps so he must talk about it.

“gang executive smiles at silly texts with his girlfriend, how unsettling.” sanzu feigns a tremble, looking at rindou in pure disgust as if he committed a crime.

“shut up, pill popper and how did you know..” squinting his eyes at sanzu, rindou questions. how did sanzu know? what was bonten's number two doing to find out such information? how bored was sanzu?

giving rindou a grin, sanzu gives him a vague answer, “i have my ways.”

Kissing...?! Again?! Well, atleast it's better than a punch to the face... You can't believe it's come to a point where you're glad to get kissed by Ran.

But still, does he have to kiss you in the least romantic place possible? Even if you did have feelings for him you'd totally find this moment cringy.

"You suck at kissing." He comments heartily, pulling away.

"I'm not the one who kisses a new girl every day. Maybe I actually have some self-respect." You crossed your arms. He was your first kiss after all.

"Every night is an exaggeration. It's like, every week." You couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, even if you saw his expression.

"Oh, wow. Glad to know that I'll get cheated on in about 3 days. Way to make your 'girlfriend' hate you less."

"I'll stop for you." He smiled.

"Uh huh, whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Though, his kisses are actually kind of making you.... No, no! Don't fall for that! You can't believe you almost admitted that you'd fall for him if he kissed you more.

.

"How's it going with your new boyfriend, girl?"

"God, do not call him that." You held your forehead in frustration.

"I think he's taken a liking to you." Your friend nudged you, pointing at Ran who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria and smiling at you as he ate.

"Great." You said sarcastically, immediately looking away when your eyes met.

"See? It ended up well. Now you have a hot bad boy boyfriend." Your friend kinda wished she'd done it instead of daring you.

"Didn't I just... ugh! I don't think my parents would agree with you." You placed your forehead on the table, groaning. "You date him if you want a bad boy so bad. But I hate you for dragging me into this." Your voice was slightly muffled.

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll be the happiest couple ever in like, two months."

You raised your head, looking back at Ran once again. You're in quite the pickle, aren't you? The next thing you know, you'll fall for Haitani Ran.

How scarily exciting.

.

"Hop on." Ran stopped on his bike in front of the library. How he knew you had a study session there today? Don't worry about the details.

Another motorcycle ride... You feel like you barely survived the last one.

"My parents expect me to be home in 10 minutes." You crossed your arms. You weren't lying, either.

"Who cares? Live a little." Ran rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly he isn't going to let you back down.

"I'll do it, but only if you keep it to ten minutes." He was right, backing down isn't your thing. You wonder how much resisting him you could get away with if you weren't special to him.

Special to him... huh.

"Killjoy." He insulted you lightly as you sat down in front of him. Again, neither of you are wearing a helmet. This is the last time you'll let it slide.

"I prefer to not get scolded endlessly." You held onto him tightly because you knew what was coming and didn't want to almost fall off the bike again. He felt proud when you held onto him like that.

Like you're finally his. To be honest, he didn't really care much for you until you kissed him out of nowhere like that. How bold of you, the top-of-the-class rule stickler. But he likes that. And that's why he decided to make you his.

Isn't the fact that he lets you ride on his motorcycle enough to see that?

You felt the wind blowing against your face as you set off. Now that you feel it again, it doesnt feel too bad. It's kind of nice, actually. And Ran is warm, too.

The scenery moves past the two of you and strangely, you feel really calm and at peace. It feels like your parents don't exist in this moment and that you can just... live, and feel the adrenaline of the high speed.

This is so scarily exciting.

"You look relaxed." He said, looking down at you.

"I am. And look at the road, will you?" You scolded him but your voice was still relaxed. You look up at him again.

He actually isn't that bad looking. You kind of understand why some girls would fall for him. You, on the other hand...

Are unfortunately befalling the same fate.

He didn't say anything but you had a feeling he knew you were staring.

"You look like you're in love."

"What?! How would you even know?!" You looked back at the road, hiding your face from him. You can't help but get defensive of such a thing.

“Hi, my love,” Jackal greeted to Vanda on the phone as she knocked on Ran’s door. “Called so you’d know I’m not dead,” she mutters playfully.

“Ha-ha,” Vanda sighed into the phone line. “ ’m glad ye made it, but I had no trouble driving ye there, y’know?”

“You said you had a long day,” Jackal knocks again, shifting the bag with food in her hands. “It’s why I left enough food for you and Sevika. You both have had a tough week.”

“Yea, ’m heatin’ it up,” Vanda tells her. His voice a mutter, and Jackal wonders if he’s pouting like she’s picturing he is.

He always looks so cute when he pouts and tries to deny he is.

“Good, ’m glad you’ll both be eating,” Jackal smiles when the door opens but Ran isn’t in front of the crack of the open door. “I’ll let you know if I stay over or go home, okay? I love you, darling. Bye.”

Vanda’s heart races and he doesn’t have a chance to speak up before the line goes silent. Did Jackal not notice what she said to him? It’s the first time she’s said it, and his heart picks up speed in his chest.

“Dumb puppy,” He mutters to himself as he serves Sevika and himself the food.

“Ran?” Jackal steps in the threshold and blinks at the dimness of the lights that greet her. It’s usual, however. Ran never had any bright lights on when they were at their own place.

“Hi,” Their voice is soft as they shut the door behind her and lock it.

They have on loose boxers and a t shirt and, despite the darkness of the room, Jackal notices their face. She frowns and reaches forward to cup their cheek, feeling the dry line of tears down their face.

“Ran? What’s wrong? What happened?” She steps closer, speaking softly to them.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. I’m fine,” Their voice sounded strained even to Jackal’s ears, like they were whispering, almost. Holding something back, holding everything back.

She knew what that was like. She didn’t want them to ever have to do the same.

“You’re lying,” Jackal shifts the handle of the bag with food, letting go of Ran’s face in order to walk deeper into their place and settle it onto the kitchen counter. Along with her bag and phone.

She turns to see they had followed her silently, now inches from her, and she peers up at them. Jackal reaches for their face again and strokes their cheeks, drying off the remnants of their tears with her thumbs. “What is it, hm? I can’t help you unless you tell me, sweetheart.”

“Bad…” Ran clears their throat, and for a second, Jackal thinks they mean that they have been bad. She’s glad to know that wasn’t the case. “…shift. My shift was awful.”

Ran works private security, sometimes that meant extra security at high-range events, or for individuals. They’re usually accompanied when it comes to events, and, depending on the person, have worked alone, in pairs or in a small group to protect people.

“What happened?” Jackal frowns, cupping the back of Ran’s head and pulling them closer. They wrap their arms around her and bury their face at the side of her neck, while Jackal wraps her arms around their shoulders.

“Someone got too close to the client,” Ran sounded tired even though their voice was muffled in her skin. “I got the heat of the mistake from the client’s son because I was the Senior Officer there.”

“Was he someone important?”

Ran doesn’t know how to answer. Technically, they’re not even supposed to talk about it. They didn’t fully tell Jackal the truth about what they do. They are private security, but their biggest clients are mobsters and criminals. They don’t want her too close to that, so they’ve kept it from her. “Very important,” they sighed, rubbing their face into her neck. “I just wanna forget about it.”

Jackal nods and rubs their back. She wants to ask for more details than what they offered, but decides not to pry too much on the matter. “How about some dinner? I made spaghetti and meatballs.”

There’s a long pause before they reply, “…Can I ask..”

Jackal kisses their temple. “Anything, yes.”

“You won’t laugh, will you?” Ran pull back and pouts down at her. “Cause if you do, I’ll never forgive you. You will be dead to me. I mean it.”

Jackal giggles and leans up to peck their lips. “I cross my heart.”

“Can you…” Ran stops and whines, before pulling her along deeper into their place.

Jackal knew it had two bedrooms, but she’s only ever been to their actual room. She didn’t know what the second one was for until now.

Ran pushed the door open and there was a calming scent of lavender escaping the room, the lights low and warm, just like in the rest of the apartment. There was a dog crate up against the wall, bigger than what Jackal thought was possible for them to come in. It was stuffed full of blankets and pillows, and the door of it was open.

The floor was covered in a plush rug and Jackal let go of Ran’s hand to undo the straps of her platform sandals, nudging them into a corner outside the bedroom door. She didn’t want to get the carpet dirty. There was a wooden drawer set beside the door of the room, and Ran was glancing at it and then back at her with a nervous fidget in their stance. There was also a dog bed beside the crate, larger than the crate itself. It looked soft and plush, big enough to fit them and maybe someone else if they curled around each other enough.

The wall was decorated with anything puppy-themed. A blanket hung up like a tapestry of two puppies rolling on the ground. There were hooks on the wall where chains, ropes, leashes, and collars hung. She guessed there might be clothes they used in the head space in the closet, but didn’t want to pry without them showing her.

Ran had walked into the opposite corner, where a hamper of what looked like more pillows and blankets were — maybe toys, too? She could swear she could see the paw of a stuffed bear hanging off the side of the hamper. They took one pillow from the bunch, its shape was half-crushed out of it, and Jackal could see why as they wrapped their arms around it tightly.

“This is so pretty,” Jackal smiled at them after glancing around the room. “Thank you for showing me.”

Ran knew Jackal was a puppy, too, but that she didn’t have this much stuff for the head space. They’ve seen the only pair of ears she has, and the simple, frayed collar she wore. They didn’t want her thinking they were rubbing it in her face or something similar.

They’ve just simply been in this longer than her, and had more to show for it.

“I wanted to,” Ran said simply and crossed the room to open a top drawer. Their fingers twitched for a minute before dipping into the drawer and pulling out a dog bowl.

It was a simple white color, though it looked like a powder coating, since the inside looked like metal. The word Puppy was etched onto the white, stainless steel glistening underneath.

“For your dinner?” Jackal guesses, closing the space between them to take the bowl from their hands.

Ran lets go of it hesitatingly, still staring at it instead of looking up at Jackal. She doesn’t push them to look at her but still smiles at them. “I’d have to feed you —”

“I can eat myself,” Ran says, eyes snapping up to meet hers. “I-If it’s too much trouble, you don’t have to give me any food. Actually, just… forget about the bowl. I-I can eat on a —”

“Breathe, puppy,” Jackal’s voice is so soft as she speaks to them. Not a rasp, but a lovely echo in the back of her throat, like she was singing a siren song to them. One that instantly calmed them. “I made spaghetti, remember? You’d get your paws all dirty if you eat with them.”

Ran’s lips quirked at the words, heart racing that this was going better than they expected it to go. They felt silly for worrying so much about it. They should have known Jackal wouldn’t have ever judge them for this.

“R-Right —”

“Silly puppy,” Jackal reaches around to scratch at the back of Ran’s neck, feeling them shiver into her touch. “On your knees. Puppies don’t walk on twos.”

Ran doesn’t hesitate to drop to their knees, grinning up at her. Jackal ruffles their hair and pushes their fringe back enough to kiss their forehead. “Good girl, puppy,” Jackal crouches in front of Ran, who’s smile is evident across their face, brightening up their features.

“Now,” Jackal hums, tilting her head as she looks them over. “What do you normally wear for your head space, sweetheart? Is it in the closet?” She gestures behind her.

“Y-Yes,” Ran breathes, licking their lips. “I just…wear a harness. Collars on… the wall. Ears a-and masks…drawer,” they point as they explain and Jackal hums, smiling at them.

“Stay put, pup,” Jackal sets down the dog bowl and stands to walk over to the closet first. She slides the door open and is greeted by leather harness, a plethora of styles, but mostly all black. There was only two purple ones, and a rainbow-colored one.

Jackal’s fingers traced the harnesses. Some looked like only chest pieces, while others strapped the entire torso or had a collar-piece attached to it. There was even one that had a leather cup for Ran’s dick, to leave their ass exposed.

She was tempted, but they looked too sweet right now to pull out something sluttier for them. She opted for a simple one. Heavy straps across their shoulders and across their breasts, or above their breasts if they felt it more comfortable. The ring that would dangle between their breasts fit two of her fingers and she felt a jolt of excitement at the sight.

Jackal closed the door of the closet and turned to Ran, who had stripped off their shirt, which now laid in a pile besides them. Jackal coos and kneels in front of them, hands smoothing across their shoulders and down their sides just to feel them squirm.

“This one, since I want a collar on you,” Jackal had explained as she fastened the harness on their chest, buckling enough to be close to their skin, but not tight enough to chafe. She tugged on the ring once it was settled on them and they whimpered as their body leans forward to follow the hold. “Comfy, pup?”

“Yes,” Ran’s voice was already feeling hard to muster. They nuzzled into her hand when she cups their cheek to thumb at their skin.

“You’re so adorable,” Jackal leans forward to give them a chaste kiss on their lips and they kiss back just as softly. “I’m gonna see what you have for ears, hm?” She ruffles their hair. “And a lovely collar, too,” Her fingers danced across their throat and they felt their pulse spike at the touch.

Ran nods and purses their lips as they watch her stand. Jackal scans the collars hung up, about six or so of them. She picks one up at random, seeing the bone-shaped charm hanging off the leash ring. It said Puppy in elegant cursive.

The collar itself was leather, soft and smooth. All black with silver hardware, much like the harness they are sporting now.

She goes to the drawers and opens the second one, blushing at the selection of tails. Some had plug ends, others were flat to strap through a belt. Her fingers danced across a gray and white one, pulling it out and closing the drawer. It had a plug end and she hums in order not to groan at the sight her mind conjured.

She doesn’t take it with her, though, just lays it atop of the drawers, as far from the candle that filled the room with lavender. She didn’t want to damage the fur of the tail with the heat of the flame.

Jackal goes to open another drawer, and smiles at the ears. Ran had a few that were leather, others that were a face harness. She assumes there must be masks with ears on them, too, but she doesn’t look for them. She spots the matching pair of gray and white ears and snatches them up before closing the drawer.

“Okay, puppy, lets see,” Jackal walks towards them, kneels in front of them as she pushes the headband with the puppy ears on their head, cautious of their ears. The faux fur feels soft and the ears are pin-straight instead of floppy. “That’s adorable!” Ran beams up at her words, their excitement physical at seeing Jackal undo the buckle of their collar. “Aren’t you, puppy? Just so utterly adorable.”

Their face feels hot at the shift in her tone. Sultry, lower, like she’s speaking with only half her energy and the back of her throat.

Ran lifts their chin, fingers sinking into the pillow on their lap as she buckles their collar around their neck. “Mama’s pretty puppy,” She purrs as she fastens the strap of their collar, smoothing it out with her thumb.

Ran’s face burns at the nickname she calls herself, but the feeling of the band on their head, along with the collar around their neck, sinks them. Their head feels delightfully empty while they blink at Jackal.

“There she is,” Jackal coos and leans forward to press a kiss to Ran’s nose, who scrunches it under her lips as she does. “Such a cute little puppy.”

Ran can feel the phantom limb of their tail buzz at the end of their spine. They squeeze the pillow closer and giggle softly as Jackal presses a kiss to each of the apples of their cheeks. “C’mon, in your cage while I heat up some food for you, pup,” Jackal stands to do just that but gets a hand wrapped around her wrist as she’s tugged down again.

She loses her balance for a second, ending up with a harsh thud on her knees. Jackal groans a little in surprise and the dull ache in her knees, but doesn’t scold them for tugging on her so suddenly. “What’s wrong, pup? Don’t want food?”

Ran shakes their head, pulling her along as they scoot back towards their cage. “Alright, go on in your cage. I can have you eat later, puppy,” Jackal says softly.

Ran beams and lets go of Jackal’s arm, scampering the rest of the way into their cage. There’s plenty of pillows inside and they happily sink into them with a low hum.

Jackal’s heart feels like it’s grown in her chest at the sight, and coos loudly when Ran nuzzles their cheek into a blanket. She stands up and walks over to their cage, sinking in front of the open door and sitting down in front of them.

“Comfy, puppy?” Jackal smiles when Ran is shifting, rolling over on their back. Their legs are bend and pulled into their chest with a purr, their head lolled over enough to still be able to make eye contact with Jackal.

“Aw, you’re showing me your belly,” Jackal leans forward, pushes her hand between the part of Ran’s thighs and lightly scratches their belly. They shiver in her touch, giggling when she rubs their belly after, squishing the softness of their lower abdomen. “What a sweet girl! You like belly rubs, puppy?”

Jackal’s nails scratch lightly along Ran’s happy trail, making them shiver again, harder than before. Their skin is breaking in goosebumps as they kick out a leg. They don’t hit her, just stick out the limb out of the cage long enough to flip onto their side.

Jackal pulls her hand back and smiles at them, leaning down to kiss the side of their knee before they’re pulling the leg into the cage again. Against their pillow trapped between their chest and their knees.

“Did you get shy on me, puppy?” Jackal teases, reaching into the edge of the cage where something stuck out to her.

It was a dog toy. Like a plush, soft and stuffed, with a squeaker in the middle. Jackal looks down at them, Ran eyeing her, before pressing the squeaker twice.

Their head snapped completely to her, a small wiggle at their hips as they growl playfully.

“Oh?” Jackal squeezes the toy again. “Want the toy, puppy?” Ran moves, dropping the pillow as they sit on their thighs but stick their head out of the cage, hands on the plush carpet they had added to the entire room.

Jackal leans back on her free hand, grinning at them as she waves the toy and their eyes follow. “Mama’s puppy wants to play? Yeah?”

Another playful growl in response. “Good girl! Go…fetch!” Jackal throws the toy over her shoulder and giggles as Ran nearly leaps over her to fetch it.

They scamper on hands and feet to get it, quicker movements than if they did it on hands and knees, she assumed. They snatch it with their mouth, shaking their head and growling as they did.

“Bring it back, puppy, c’mere,” Jackal turns to face them, legs still crossed, moving forward and putting space between them and the cage. She taps her thigh to encourage them and they scamper towards her all the same.

“Sit!” Jackal tells them and they follow rules. They sit back on their haunches, thighs parted and hands on the floor between them. “Good girl!” She reaches up to scratch at their head, playing with the strands of their hair. Soft and straight.

Ran didn’t remember the last time they shared this softer side of their headspace with someone. They typically only showed their gear and got called puppy/pup when it was strictly sexual and during aftercare. But never this.

How long had it been since someone had just rubbed their belly or played with them?

They press their head into Jackal’s hand, who coos and keeps scratching their scalp. Ran shifts their knees back, nuzzling into Jackal’s palm and having the toy swish between their teeth as they chew on it.

“Oh, puppy, you’re wagging!” Jackal exclaims with happiness. Ran had begun swaying their hips while nuzzling into her palm, nosing and huffing into the skin of it. “You’re such a cute little pup. Mama just adores you.”

Ran can feel their face heat up beneath the words, grumbling playfully as Jackal pulls her hand back. Their eyes look crystal and glassy, filling with pathetic little tears at having their pets taken away from them so suddenly. The toy drops from their lips as they pout at her, sitting like before without being told to.

“What’s that pout for, huh?” Jackal giggles as Ran shifts forward, tapping their palms into the ground like an antsy puppy would.

They whine a little, looking down at her hands before up at her. Jackal cocks her head, brows furrowing in confusion. She follows their line of sight and moves her hands, so her palms face up.

It makes them beam. If the ears on top of their head could move, they’d be perked up at the shift of Jackal’s hands.

“My hands?” Jackal wiggled her fingers and cooed as they bumped their forehead into her shoulder. “More pets, puppy? Is that what you want?”

There’s a buff slipping past their lips, timid and low, mostly air leaving their mouth. Jackal has an urge to squeeze them into her chest until they’re both out of air from the tightness of it. They’re painfully adorable like this and she just wants to work that buzzing sensation out of her body and into theirs.

“C’mere, then, pup,” Jackal pats her thigh and giggles as Ran is moving at her side before dropping their head onto her lap.

They press the back of their head and neck into her skin, legs curled into themself slightly as they lay on the floor. There’s a satisfied, deep inhale filling their lungs when Jackal’s nails are scratching at their scalp while her thumb rubs at a corner of their puppy ear. Their exhale is deep and languid, tilting their head to press their jaw into the softness of her thigh.

“Such an adorable puppy,” Jackal hums, continuing to scratch at Ran’s scalp. Her other hand slides down their chest and rubs their belly, altering to scratching at their happy trail.

Ran wiggles a little at the contact, feeling their body warm up at the touch. She’s being so gentle with them, something they hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. They loved it, but it also made the ache to have her all the worse.

“Like your belly getting scratched that much, puppy?” Jackal clicks her tongue and coos at them, smothering the softness of their belly with her palm. “Mama’s sweet girl.”

Ran doesn’t know why the nickname is flustering them so much. They haven’t even spoken it themself, and have used it before, but it feels so different coming from Jackal. Unprompted in that silky, sultry voice that makes them feel soft and comforted.

It makes them feel a little silly, simply because she’s younger than them by a decade. And half a foot shorter than them.

“Oh?” Jackal’s voice makes them blush by getting caught trying to nuzzle into her breast. Their face inches closer, feeling the brush of her chest on their cheek through her cropped tee, knowing she had nothing underneath it. “Want somethin’, puppy?” There was a teasing edge to Jackal’s voice as her nails in Ran’s hair rake through their fringe, pushing the strands aside.

She had asked why they hid half of one of their eyes, and they had shown her a scar. It ran from a centimeter above the middle of their brow, cutting down it, to almost a perfect line down the side of their eye. Cutting across their temple. Even their eyelid wasn’t lucky enough to be scarless.

They had been dangerously close to losing it entirely. Ran told her how their vision was shit for months because of it, and even now, it had affected their eye sight from the incident.

Ran didn’t shy away from Jackal’s touch down their face, thumb grazing their scar. She cupped their jaw, tilting their head back enough to graze her breast across their cheek more pointedly.

They groaned at the feeling, tongue out and wet. It looked like they were almost salivating for it. “M-M…” Their tongue felt too heavy to use it for speech, chest not filling with enough air to help the words leave their lips.

“Poor puppy,” Jackal coos, eyes glistening with a mischief that Ran couldn’t appreciate right now. Their face was inches from Jackal’s chest, could only see how her nipples were hard now, and the fabric of her shirt was dented with her piercings.

She gasps when Ran’s tongue teases her nipple through her shirt. It makes her throb a little in her shorts. “Is that what you want, pup? Need my tits?”

Ran answers with a shy yip, one that makes their face burn at the noise they haven’t made in so long. It sounded rough and awkward even to their own ears, and they were scared that Jackal would laugh at them for it.

But they get a coo and a scratch to their head before she’s pulling her shirt over her breasts. Their stomach feels warm at the sight, mouth watering as they whine for her. Was this permission? Or did they need to wait for it?

“It’s okay, puppy,” She scratches a spot between the puppy ears on their head and it makes them squirm. Butt wiggling against the carpet beneath them. “Go ahead, baby. You had a rough day, hm? Let mama help you ease your mind.”

Ran doesn’t wait for more coaxing, just tilts their head up and parts their lips to capture Jackal’s nipple in their mouth. They hum against her and Jackal nearly shivers at the feeling of their tongue.

They’re tasting her skin on their tongue and it makes them throb in their boxers. They hope she doesn’t notice it. She smelt like perfume but tasted like sweat as their tongue swirled past their mouth, pressing into the skin of her breast while her nipple rocked on the back of their tongue. They felt her stomach jolt against their face and it burned at knowing she was having such a reaction to this.

They did wanna self-soothe with her chest, but it was turning them on without realizing how much. They were too eager to have something in their mouth, and they nearly bit down on her breast in their excitement. They managed to only tease her skin lightly with their teeth, instead, sliding their tongue across it.

“There y’go, pup,” Jackal breathes as Ran pulls their mouth back, enough to suck just her nipple into their mouth. Her piercing clinked against their teeth as they sucked on her. “Such a sweet puppy,” She hums, still scratching at their scalp. as calmly as she can, nails still scratching at Ran’s scalp while they suck on her breast.

Ran’s fingers held onto her shirt when she lets go of it, wanting to keep their hands busy, too. They whine when her nails are teasing down their breasts and torso, scratching a little at their happy trail.

Jackal cupped the side of their face to hold it in place, sighing in place of groaning as their teeth tug on her piercing. “Hm,” Her hum is low and Ran shivers at the sound as their lips wrap around her nipple, hands idly working into her shirt.

There’s heat rushing down their body as Jackal’s fingers tease the edge of their boxers. Rubbing and scratching her fingers across the band and making them whine into her chest. Saliva dances at the edges of their lips, mouth working Jackal’s breast and feeling themself throb as her fingers lightly dip into their boxers. Fingertips just below where the band of the boxers sat on them.

“Good puppy, baby,” Jackal licks her lips, glancing down at Ran’s lap to see the strain of their boxers. “Aw, did I do that, puppy? Oh, I’m so very sorry.”

Ran could hear the smirk on Jackal’s lips and they whine when she pulls her hand back, but moan a little when she’s palming their dick. They can feel how hot the head of their cock is as Jackal cups her palm and rubs it into their head. It makes them whine higher, pulling their mouth back to try and beg but her hand is fisting their hair and pulling them closer again.

“Keep sucking, puppy. It’s alright to want mama while you suck on her breast,” Jackal’s voice hasn’t sounded like this before, so low and dangerous. Like a predator instead of the prey she always seem to play with her partners.

Ran whimpered but still listened, parting their lips to suck on Jackal’s breast, tongue teasing her nipple. They finally, finally hear her groan and it’s a lovely sound for their ears. It’s silent permission that she wanted them, too, and it allows them the push to lift their hips into her touch.

Jackal hums, hand gliding against Ran’s cock through their boxers, pumping them through the fabric. It makes them moan a little at feeling the rough fabric glide against their sensitive cock. They tilt their head, gliding their lips across Jackal’s perked nipple before letting their tongue hang out their mouth to rub against her.

She groans again, biting into her lip as Ran’s cock head leaks through their boxers. She teases the wet patch with her nails lightly and feels them muffle a sob into her. “So wet for mama, puppy,” She purrs. “Want my hand on you, baby? Want mama to help you cum?”

Ran nods against her chest, so hard that it makes the headband of their ears slide back a little. Their hands reached for where hers was, clawing at her wrist.

“Careful,” Jackal moans a little at feeling their dick twitch beneath her hand. “Pull down your boxers, puppy,” Jackal tells them, hand sliding to their hip and pushing one side of their boxers’ waistband.

Ran’s hands fumble forward, hooking their thumbs into the sides of their boxers and pushing the fabric down over their ass and thighs. They wiggle the fabric off, until it’s pooled around their knees, and their mouth is still busy with Jackal’s nipple.

“Such an eager girl, aren’t you?” Jackal wraps her hand around Ran’s cock, slowly stroking them to coax their cock to harden further. It makes them moan and they tilt their head when Jackal guides it slightly back. “Other nipple, puppy. C’mon, latch onto mama.”

Ran shifts their head back, hips raising into Jackal’s hand and groaning at the sensation while they get comfortable again. Their lips wrap around Jackal’s neglected nipple and their face heats up at hearing the satisfied, quiet moan that she lets out.

“Good girl, puppy,” She breathes and they wrap their hands around her bicep, squeezing the flesh as she pumps their cock slowly.

Her shirt is in their face, obscuring their vision but they don’t mind. It smells like her perfume, skin and sweat. She smells so sweet, her skin feels so hot even against their tongue. They want to feel more of it, hopefully soon, hopefully tonight.

Jackal’s hand on them was steady. Her grip loosening a fraction at their base, but closing tighter as she worked her way up their shaft. They were dripping earnestly, aiding in slide of her fist around their cock.

Jackal’s eyes were drinking in the sight of them. Ran’s belly jolting beneath her arm, their nails digging into her bicep a little but still whimpering into her chest. Their head in her hand, the band of their ears against her wrist from it having slid fully off of them.

Her mouth felt watery at how wet they are, coating her fingers and making them shiny. She doesn’t want to waste a drop of them, and hates she can’t feel them down her throat instead.

Her thumb rubs their exposed slit, feeling them choke on a moan. Their mouth stalls on her breast, tongue against her nipple and panting while they rock their hips into her hand.

“M-M..” Ran tries again, thighs tensing up at Jackal’s fist moving faster now. They moan, lips wrapping around Jackal’s pebbled nipple and feeling her groan.

“Mama’s right here, baby,” Jackal licks her lips, nails pressing into Ran’s hair. Her cunt feels hot and she can feel herself throbbing in her shorts at how badly she needs them.

Ran’s hips are grinding up into Jackal’s hand, knowing they must be making a mess of her hand from their excitement. They moan as she pumps their cock, nosing a patch of her shirt as their lips work on her bud.

“What a good girl,” Jackal sighs, feeling herself throb as Ran nips at her breast a little, tongue working around her piercing before flicking her nipple. “Mm, you’re making mama so wet, puppy.”

Ran whines at the confession, it makes their cock throb in Jackal’s hand. They pray she can’t tell, but their face flushes when she coos at them and rub their slit with her thumb again.

“That gotcha excited, pup?” Jackal knows the answer but she teases them regardless for it. She scratches their scalp, tracing her nails down the back of their neck. They raise their head for it, and she grins at the shiver that visibly passes through them. “Such a sweet girl.”

Ran’s head was already fuzzy from their headspace, but they felt it expand. Their temples tensed with the emptiness and their brows relaxed further. Their nails digging into Jackal’s bicep still, cupping her arm against their chest. The angle didn’t allow their breasts to get toyed with, but they knew their puffy nipples must be hard at this all.

“You’re twitching so much, puppy,” The younger coos, fist moving a little faster, tightening a little more. She gets an earnest, long moan from them, and more slick bubbling from their tip. “I know, I know. You like mama’s hand, don’t’cha? Are you gonna cum for me? Will you be mama’s good puppy and cum all over her hand?”

There’s that sultry edge in her voice again. It makes them grip her arm a little tighter and squeeze their eyes shut to focus on her hand. Her voice is softly echoing in their head and they whine around her nipple, pulling their mouth away enough to drag their teeth against the skin of her breast.

Jackal moans at the feeling and Ran can feel the shudder that passes in her belly. They hope it makes her wetter, and they would be right. Jackal’s pussy is twitching around nothing.

She’s tempted in stopping the hand job just to pin them down and use their cock. Feel them beg for her silently, clumsily thrusting their hips and humping whatever feels good on her body before she allows them to fill her. They’d sound so lovely, especially now that they seem to have lost the ability to talk altogether because of their headspace.

“Cum for mama,” Jackal continues to encourage, fingers cupping the back of their head when they twist their upper body. They wrap their arms around her hips and press their face into the side of her breast to whimper into. Their hips still lazily meet her hand, stomach trembling with their little pants as their tongue is pressed to the curve of Jackal’s breast, feeling the soft roll of her side against their mouth.

“You must like how I smell, pup,” Jackal groans at feeling Ran’s saliva drip down her side, their arms tightening around her and pressing their nose against a fold of her side.

They’re twitching more in her hand at her words. Their nose impossibly full of her scent and sweat, stomach tightening. Jackal hums at the sight, licking her lips as she continues to fist their cock.

Ran is whimpering, high and pretty, getting higher and their hips fucking faster as they near the edge. They cling harder, digging their nails into Jackal’s sides and feeling her shudder as they moan and cum into her hand.

“Good girl, puppy! Good,” Jackal bites her lip, angling Ran’s cock so they’d come against their own belly, to not make a mess of their carpet but also be able to lick them clean after.

She’s pumping them until their hips are trying to get away from her and their mouth is back on her nipple. “Such a sweet puppy,” Jackal pulls her hand back, digits and palm wet with their arousal and cum. “Open up, baby. Clean up mama’s fingers so I can clean you up, too.”

Ran whines at not tasting Jackal’s skin, but still does as told, pouting up at her. Their dick still twitches at the mention of her cleaning them. “Don’t be so pouty, puppy,” Jackal giggles as she plucks their ears from where they had fallen between her thighs and sliding them back into their hair. “There. Mama’s sweet puppy.”

It makes them blush to be looked and talked at like this. It helps them stay in this wonderful cloud that’s taking over their head, that fills their chest and doesn’t let them breathe properly. Like every breath came a little short and they simply don’t talk to not waste the little air they have.

They part their lips as Jackal cups the back of their head, trails her wet fingers against their lips. They close their mouth around the two digits being fed to them first, moaning softly at their own salty, watery taste. Their tongue swirls around the digits, sliding between them when Jackal parts them enough for Ran’s tongue to do so.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Jackal tells them in a stern voice when she pulls back her saliva-slick fingers and replaced them with the next two for them to clean. “Mama wants a taste, too.”

Ran groans and repeats their action of cleaning her fingers, some of their saliva and cum dripping down the sides of their mouth when Jackal pulls her fingers back after a minute.

“Tongue out, pup,” She says simply, softly. But there isn’t room for argument in her voice, either, not that Ran would if they could. They tilt their chin back, eyes on hers while they do as told and groan when she’s dragging her palm along their tongue. “Sit up for me.”

Jackal’s hand slides down their back as they sit, making sure they don’t sway over from the state of their headspace. Slowly sitting them up and taking off their own boxers. She doesn’t even have to tell them to look at her, they’re turning around and sitting on their haunches in front of her.

She coos and parts her legs around them, straightening her back and feeling her shirt slide over to half-cover her chest again. She smirks a little at seeing their eyes well up at her chest not being exposed anymore. “Aw, puppy, do you want mama’s tits that badly?”

Ran whines, lips pursed out in a pout as Jackal tucks her legs in and rises on her own haunches, thighs parted around Ran’s own to be closer to them. She reaches down to wipe the remainder of their wetness on her hand with the discarded fabric of their boxers, before pulling off her shirt.

“Is that better, pup?” Jackal giggles as Ran’s eyes drop to her chest as her hands trail up their arms and cup the back of their neck. “You can touch, pup. Just let me taste you like I wanted, hm?”

Ran leans down to meet Jackal’s mouth, parting her lips for her tongue as their hands squeeze her breasts. She groans into their mouth, tongue being filled with Ran’s arousal and cum, swallowing their flavor and feeling it heighten her desire for them.

Jackal can feel the trail of heat their taste leaves behind, igniting her need for them. She swears she’s also wetter at the feeling, her tongue dancing with theirs and twirling together. She moans when Ran’s fingers slide down her side and paw at her, almost harsh pets to try and pull her closer.

“Poor puppy,” She hums against their mouth, pecking their lips. “It’s okay, baby. Mama’s not going anywhere until she eats you up,” Jackal kisses their cheek, then their jaw and neck.

They’re soft and light, and the feeling makes Ran squirm. Her lips almost tickle due to how gently she’s pressing her mouth on them. “More,” is the raspy word they manage to whisper out as Jackal’s mouth descends their chest.

“Puppy found their voice,” Jackal coos, kissing one of Ran’s breast, teasing her tongue against the bud. They moan a little, their cock twitching where it laid half-hard against their thigh. “What do you want puppy, hm? Tell mama.”

Jackal knew it was asking too much of them, but she couldn’t help herself in teasing them. Her lips closed around a bud of their nipple and they gasp so pretty while arching their back into her face. She hums into their chest and feels them press their thighs together while she rolls their nipple with her tongue.

Ran groans as Jackal’s teeth tease their skin, tongue darting out to drag down their torso as she moves backward to allow herself the space to do so. They shiver beneath her hot tongue, their cock twitching as they move their hands back to brace on the floor, wiggling to sit down on the carpet and kick out their legs from beneath them.

Jackal licks their arousal from their skin, humming in appreciation at the taste. The drag of her tongue is slow on purpose and she smirks at feeling them settle on the floor without being asked to do so.

She reaches up to their collar before she reaches their happy trail, pulling them forward and making them gasp. They listen, of course they let her pull their body forward by the ring of their collar. Her other hand on the ring of their harness and prompting them more.

“Such a sweet girl,” Jackal brushes her lips against theirs, that they had already parted in anticipation for another kiss from her. Which they don’t receive because she’s dipping her mouth to kiss the side of their neck.

It makes them hum as her lips trail the point of their pulse, kissing the edge of their collar and a patch of their skin. “Just wanna eat you up, puppy.”

Ran’s sweet noises are making Jackal throb impossibly more in her shorts. She wants to take them off, have the annoying denim off her body. But she refused to leave them without her attention for a second. Everything she does should be for them and not herself.

“Stay put, puppy,” Jackal lets go of the o-ring of their harness and squeezes their side gently.

Ran whines as she stands up, but their eyes follow her as she goes. They don’t move like they were told, and they pout a little as she grabs a handful of pillows from their basket.

They watch as she settles the pillows in a pile, except one, which she places beside it. She pats the spot, “On your knees, pup.”

Ran beams, can feel the buzzing at the end of their spine intensity as they crawl over and do as told. Knees sinking to the pillow and leaning forward on their hands. They’re being softly cushioned by the pile of pillows that Jackal arranged and wiggle their hips.

Jackal groans at the sight of their cock, swaying enticingly between their thighs along with their sack. “Naughty girl,” She squeezes their ass and hears them giggle. “Should cover you up in lipstick,” Jackal’s thumb slide down Ran’s ass, teasing their hole and perineum, hearing them gasp softly.

“Right here,” she kisses the end of their spine, before settling herself behind their parted thighs. “And here,” A kiss to their ass that makes their cock twitch. “Especially right…here,” She presses her tongue to their hole just to feel it flutter beneath her touch and hear them moan.

Ran’s fingers sink into a pillow and pull it out enough to press their mouth into it. Their eyes roll back a little as Jackal’s tongue circles their rim, trailing down their perineum. Their hips press back into her face and whimper as she kisses their hole, stomach tightening at the brush of pleasure they’re feeling.

“Gotta make sure you’re open for your tail,” She excuses her actions, pressing her thumbs into the softness of their ass as she gathers saliva and spits on them.

Their skin is soft, just like their taint and sack. But they had thick hair, only lightly trimmed atop their cock. It must be covered in their arousal from earlier, and the thought alone makes Jackal throb more desperately into her panties.

Jackal’s tongue trails the line of spit that slides down them, seeing the way their thighs lock a little. Hear them moan into the pillow when the trails her tongue from their sack to their hole. They tasted a little salty, but clean, too. They must have showered just before she got here.

“Good girl, pup,” Jackal breathes, nipping at a patch of skin on their ass and cooing at feeling them buck in surprise and whimper.

Ran’s face felt hot in embarrassment, always feeling shy when someone went down on them like this. It was made worse by their headspace, the little cloud of pure comfort they found themself in. Jackal’s taunting words and voice, her hands on them, claiming them as her tongue pressed inside of them. All of it made them want to give themself more to her.

They moan in appreciation at the intrusion, mind telling them she just wanted them open enough for the cool metal of their plug. They completely forget how the tail isn’t even close to them, how Jackal is pressing her nose into the center of their ass while her tongue thrusts slowly into them.

There’s spit sliding down their sack and making them squirm, gasping when Jackal’s hand is wrapping around their shaft again. Pumping them slow, still wet from having cum and getting harder as they’re handled.

“Mama,” They whine as Jackal pulls her tongue back and they feel her spit land on their half-hard shaft. Her hand is pumping them eagerly, still coated in their own excitement and making them grind down into her touch.

Jackal groans at the nickname. Their voice is muffled by the pillow but sounds raspy from a combination of lack of use and their headspace. It makes her bare her teeth at nothing to try and calm herself, breathing in long pants at how good they sounded. How much she wanted to wreck them for it.

“Mama’s right here, baby,” She kisses a curve of their ass, licking their skin just the feel the wonderful tremble running up their spine. “Want mama to stop?”

Ran shakes their head furiously, arching a little and grimacing at the strain it causes them. They aren’t usually in this position, and not as limber in their back, mostly tightness from their job and their age. But they want to encourage her to keep going, because they want to cum again from her tongue.

“That’s a good girl,” Jackal’s lips press a sloppy, loud kiss to Ran’s rim and feels their cock twitch in her hand. “Did you get embarrassed, pup?” Jackal grins as she repeats her action, getting the same reaction from their leaking cock in her hand. “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t help myself,” Another kiss that makes Ran whimper at how it echoes in their ears and the room. “Mama just wants to taste you.”

She’s kissing them with more than just lust, actually enjoying kissing such a part of them. Humming against them like they’re being worshiped. That only makes them blush harder, their ears burning as Jackal presses sensual kisses down their perineum, tongue sliding down their sack and sucking on one of their balls.

Their thighs are trembling around her face as they groan at the feeling. She’s sucking loudly before doing the same to the other, spitting on their hole while her hand pumps them a little faster. Ran mewls in reply as Jackal’s tongue grinds into their entrance, feeling her panting into their ass.

Jackal kept squeezing her thighs, trying to relieve the growing ache that was beginning to overpower her. She’s panting into Ran’s ass while her tongue fucks them shallowly, feeling them start to fuck themself into her face. Lips sucking on their rim and rolling her eyes back in pleasure at hearing them muffle what sounds like a sob.

Their sounds, their reactions, it was all so perfect. She was fighting the urge to flip them over and riding their cock while they just took it all. They’d sound so lovely if she did, too. Whining and tears in their eyes while they’re engulfed in her drenched cunt.

She’s huffing against their skin, hand moving with more determination now, quicker, squeezing them just right. The touch made them moan more, pressing their cheek into the pillow they were clutching and fucking themself on Jackal’s tongue.

Jackal could feel the drip of her saliva down her chin, egging her on as she swirls her tongue around their rim, feeling the flutter beneath her touch. Their cock was twitching and their skin felt hot and a little slick against her face.

They were sweating. Ran could feel the heat on their face stick their hair to their temples; felt the slide of sweat from their belly up to their breasts because of the angle they were in. Even the back of their neck, beneath their collar, felt a little slick.

Jackal kept pumping their cock, pinky teasing the tip of their cock and pulling a sweet moan from them. They felt so slick in her hand, it made her mouth water against their rim, sucking sloppily on their fluttering entrance. She groaned as she pumped them a little faster, free hand squeezing their ass while her tongue delved into them.

Ran moans a little louder, breath coming in short pants. Their stomach coiled and their cock keeps twitching in Jackal’s hand, leaking onto the pillow they’re kneeling on. Their hole tightened around her prodding tongue, almost swearing they could cum from how she’s not shy of pushing her entire tongue into them.

But then, Jackal stops.

Her tongue pulls back from their rim and her fingers tighten at the base of their cock. It makes them whimper and their thighs to tremble. They want to ask why she stopped, if they had dome something bad and were being punished but get a soft kiss to the top of their ass.

“Wanna cum like this?” Jackal’s smirking against their skin as she spoke, they could feel it. “Or want to cum inside mama?”

Ran’s cock twitched at the words and flushed at knowing their body had given up what they wanted — but they still nod into the crook of their elbow where they had pressed their face into. They feel Jackal kiss the end of their spine and pull her hand back, making them whimper.

“It’s okay, puppy,” Jackal coos, rising more on her knees. “Stay just like this for a sec, okay? Mama wants to get your tail in.”

Ran whimpers when they feel Jackal stand, and their throat feels suddenly tight and their sight blurs with tears. They don’t know why it feels like they did something wrong, but Jackal could sense their distress, shushing them softly as she gets the tail and comes back in quick strides.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, puppy. I’m not going anywhere,” Jackal coos, draping Ran’s tail on her thigh as she sits on her haunches behind them again. “Puppy, what’s wrong? Want to stop?”

Ran shakes their head but Jackal pats their hip, “On your back, puppy. Let me see that sweet face.”

They blush and squeeze the pillow in their face before shifting. They can feel Jackal move again, probably to allow them room and, as they can feel, settle the pillows around and beneath them. However, having her move away makes them whimper again, tears shining in their eyes.

“Puppy,” Jackal’s voice is sweet and concerned as she runs her fingers through their fringe, sitting beside them. A soft frown tugs on her lips as she looks down at them. “What’s gotten you so teary, baby, hm? Is something wrong with my lovely pup?”

Ran’s bottom lip is out in a soft pout, hips wiggling a little at still being hard despite this. They blush when Jackal leans down to peck their lips, then a corner of their mouth.

“How about we stop here, pup? I can cuddle you and —”

Ran shakes their head. “Please,” They mumble out, eyeing their cock and then trailing their eyes down Jackal’s body. “Mama.”

Jackal groans and leans down again to kiss them, feeling their hands reach for her sides to squeeze. She licks into their mouth and Ran moans a little at tasting themself on her. “Let me put in your tail,” She breathes against them. “Can I do that?”

Ran nods and lets her go enough to have her shift a little, hand trailing down their thigh and fingers finding their rim. They groan at seeing her bring the plug to her mouth and spit on it. “Should get lube but don’t wanna leave ya,” she tells them.

Her eyes meet theirs as the plug disappears between their legs. They flush at feeling the head of it tease them and whine as it’s pushed into them. It fills them without much resistant, the plug being big enough to have them feel it but not any overwhelm of fullness.

“Good, baby. Now my puppy has a soft tail to match,” She hums as she stands up slowly, eyes still on Ran’s face as she slowly undoes the button and zipper of her shorts. She cocks her head as she pushes down her shorts and underwear, feeling the slide of the material due to how wet she is. “What is it, pup? Like whatcha see?”

Ran nods slowly, eyes drinking up Jackal’s soft curves, groaning at the sight of her trimmed bush. They could even see the tendrils of her arousal as she pulled off her underwear, watching them break. It makes their mouth water.

“Do we stay in here, pup?” She asks the gently, hands on her knees and bending them. Like she’s talking down to them, is, in a way. “Is that alright? Or do you want to move?”

Jackal was unsure if this was appropriate inside their little sanctuary. Though, it might have been too late already to ask. She got ahead of herself.

Ran whines and nods, reaching for her hips as she sinks on her knees to hover above their cock. They feel the heat of her body sink into their fingers, pulse down their cock even without her even taking them in yet.

They gasp a little, groaning as she’s reaching between her thighs to spread her pussy and press it to their shaft. Dragging her wet cunt against their hardness, teasing the slit of their head against her clit.

It makes Jackal moan, eyelashes fluttering at finally getting the friction she needed. She keeps grinding on their shaft, cupping their cock against the warmth of her cunt. Ran tightens their fingers in her hips, whining and bucking in a silent plea.

“So desperate,” Jackal breathes, free hand spreading the hood of her cunt to press her clit into their cock with more contact. She’s moaning more and Ran has tears in their eyes for the way their dick is throbbing and dribbling their arousal across their lower belly.

Ran’s short, blunt nails dig into Jackal’s hips with more force than they realize. The dull ache makes Jackal’s pussy twitch against them, making her hum in appreciation. Even though they were dumb down, non-verbal and in their head space, they didn’t know their own strength in it.

“Dumb, sweet puppy,” Jackal giggles at Ran’s eyes, suddenly wide but still wet and soft. “Do you wanna be inside of me that badly, baby?”

Ran nods, fingers digging into Jackal harder as she continues to tantalize her cunt against them. They thrust upward, groaning as Jackal doesn’t allow them the chance to push inside of them.

“Look at me, pup,” Her voice is soft, but stern, like she’s making them follow orders they don’t have a choice in making. They love it.

Ran looks, head snapping to attention and blushing as she leans over to kiss their cheek. “Eyes on me, good,” She praises. Their breathing comes a little quicker at feeling her lean back again, arching her back. Her fingers guide their cock so slowly, they’re almost crying out for her to hurry.

They’re proud with themself for not doing so, because the next second, the head of their cock is breaching Jackal’s cunt. Ran moans softly, getting louder as Jackal sinks on their cock fully but slowly. Her ass flush against their hips.

She feels tight, twitching a little around their girth. Ran swears they can practically feel their slit leak with their excitement inside of her.

Jackal’s eyelids had fluttered, moaning at the feeling of Ran’s cock inside of her, but also the sweetness of their eyes. Their brows had pinched together and their eyes had gotten glassier, had almost rolled into the back of their head just from being inside of her. But they didn’t because they were told to look at her, and they wanted to be good.

She rolls her hips on them, groaning at feeling the head of their cock press her cervix. She rolls her hips forward, sees and hears Ran groan as grinds on their cock.

“See how wet you made mama, baby?” Jackal purrs, hands sliding back onto the carpet beside each of Ran’s thighs and causing them to whimper at having to let go of her hips. She pulls her hips back slowly, groaning as the slide of their cock sends pleasure up her spine. “Look, puppy. Filthy girl, look what’cha did.”

Ran’s temples throb at the sight of their cock, half out of Jackal’s pussy but already soaked in a mixture of their arousal. They moan and clutch onto the carpet beneath them as Jackal rolls her hips forward to take them all in again, before rolling them back once more.

It’s sensual and slow. Jackal adjusting to their size rather quickly due to how wet she is. She’s moaning as she goes a little faster. Her hips hypnotic as she takes them with such ease, grinding her cunt into them.

Ran gasps at how fast their orgasm is building. They whine in warning, reaching to squeeze her thighs as they try to thrust into her but her hips are like steel on them. And they don’t have the strength to push her off with how their head feels like it’s swimming between the pleasure and their head space.

“It’s okay, pup,” Jackal coos, lips parted at the slide of Ran’s cock in and out of her. Teasing her g-spot with every motion of her hips. “You don’t have to work for it, hm? My sweet puppy. Let mama take care of you.”

Jackal throws her head back as she rides them slow and deep, grinding their head into her g-spot. Her eyelashes dusting over her cheekbones at the slow building of pleasure up her body. She moans as she grinds into them, feeling the muffled sound of their skin colliding.

The sight of her throat bared makes Ran dig their nails into Jackal’s knees, moaning as she rides them so slow but methodical. Each roll and press of her hips has a purpose, and they loved the feeling of her atop them.

It makes the remember when her and her partners tied them up and she saw her ride Sevika with such need. Hard and merciless. Moaning and clawing at her lover beneath her.

It had made them cum down Vanda’s throat.

The mere flash of the moment had their belly tightening. Had their nails dig into her upper knees as their chest heaved with a breath they couldn’t fully take.

They don’t have a chance to warn her. She was teasing them earlier, had them at the edge of their orgasm while being eaten out. They had held back as much as they could but she always rode with such single-minded determination. It was too much to see, let alone feel.

“Oh!” Jackal exclaimed, thighs jolting in surprise at feeling Ran moan so eagerly and fill her with their warmth.

Ran blushes in embarrassment but can’t help how quick they cum inside of her. Trickling into her cunt that just squeezes them tighter and makes them yelp as their cock is massaged more.

“Ah, sweet girl,” Jackal parts her thighs a fraction, shifting her weight forward, hands on the floor at either side of Ran’s head. She moans as she arches back into them, pouting down at them. “Are you soft, baby?” Jackal could already feel the answer but she still asked to see them whimper and reach for her waist. “Mama isn’t done with you yet, pup,” Her voice sounded a little rough as she grinds on their lap.

“Ngh,” Ran muttered beneath her, their body hot and sticky. “Kiss,” They say softly.

“You’re so fucking adorable, puppy,” Jackal pecks their lips. “Makes mama wanna destroy you.”

Ran can only manage a whimper before Jackal’s mouth pressed onto their own firmly. They move their lips against Jackal’s, shivering at the feeling of her pierced breasts brushing their own. Their fingers squeeze her soft waist, feeling their cock twitch inside of Jackal’s heat when one of her hands is snaking into their hair to scratch at their scalp.

“That’s it, puppy,” Jackal groans against their mouth, starting to slowly arch her back to continue to fuck herself on them. “Mama’ll need more than that, pup. You know this.”

They shiver as she kisses down their throat, smoothing her thumb over the pendant of their collar. They did know how insatiable she is. It was like she never tired herself out if she was fucked like this. Or at all. But they’ve also seen how any stimulation on her clit could make her fall apart.

Their cock kept hardening inside of her. They’re whimpering into her mouth when she’s kissing them again. Her back is curving out to take them in, hips rolling forward until the tip of their cock is inside of her. The motion is repeated, over and over as a soft wet sound starts to echo the room as she picks up speed on their lap.

“Mm, good girl,” Jackal licks her lips, giggling breathlessly when Ran starts pecking and kissing along her jaw. Trying to muffle the pleasured moans leaking from their lips. “Love your mouth on me, puppy,” She groans as they lick her throat. Her pussy clenched around them in response. “Good girl, baby. Come for mama, yeah? Be a good dog and cum inside of me again.”

Ran muffled a sob into Jackal’s neck when her cunt is clenching around them. Her ass pressing into them, stimulating the head of their sensitive cock with the deepest part of her cunt.

Her cunt purposefully stayed tight, making her grin at how desperate Ran sounded at the feeling. The soft twitch of their thighs beneath her at the feeling of her skin meeting theirs with each grind and roll of her hips was dizzying for her.

Jackal knew how wet she was, and that Ran’s trimmed bush was drenched in a mixture of their fluids due to it. She could feel the slick slide of it beneath her. She continued to grind and roll her hips on them, not wanting to overwhelm them more than she already was.

Her pussy ached and she moaned as Ran’s nails dug into her sides, as their saliva dripped onto her collarbones from the side of their face being pressed into her shoulder. Their lips parted as they grunted and moaned at the feeling of her slickness engulf their sensitive cock.

“You feel so good ’nside of me, puppy,” Jackal moans, her clit twitching as the grinding on them provided some stimulation.

Ran whined as their face burned hotter at the words, wrapping their arms around her and giving her shallow thrusts. Meeting hers with shaky imitations of their own. “Oh, that’s a good dog,” Jackal’s cunt fluttered around them, no longer purposefully tightening around them. They’re sliding so easily inside of her, cock dragging her hot, velvet walls.

Jackal could feel where Ran was hitting inside of her and it made her grind down into them a little harder, chasing the sensation. It’s sending pleasure up her body, making her all the more desperate to feel them for longer.

But she doesn’t want to push, not right now. She just wanted them to feel good. Even if it drove her crazy not to cum right now. She could get off later, by herself or with their help. Right now it was about Ran.

They look so cute, babbling a little against her collarbone as a line of their saliva is trailing down her breast. Both of their skin is slippery and damp with sweat, and they kept clinging onto her and muttering her title into her skin.

Jackal’s other hand knots in Ran’s hair, mindful of their ears still atop their head, maybe now a little skewed. She leans down fully, chest sliding against theirs and feeling them cry a little at the press of her body against them.

“Poor puppy,” Jackal’s voice is breathless and condescending, eagerly grinding on Ran’s lap as they stop thrusting altogether. They couldn’t even keep up with their shallow movements, too busy with a clouded head to think properly, let alone act on the pleasure coursing through them. Drooling all over Jackal’s neck while their cock leaked whatever little thoughts they had into Jackal’s pussy. “That’s it, baby. Just let mama do the work. My sweet girl. You love mama’s pussy, don’t’cha puppy?”

Ran answers in a sweet mewl, breath coming out in short pants as Jackal starts lifting her hips and dropping them softly on them. The movements aren’t hurried, and they’re silently grateful for it, because they wouldn’t be able to take her any other way right now.

Jackal moans as Ran licks her pulse, making her shiver and tighten around their cock a fraction. They’re moaning in response to it, stomach twitching and tightening beneath Jackal’s own. They’re breathing heavily, focusing on the sensation on their cock, how buried they are inside of her. Their head getting constant, tight, hot stimulation.

“You’re so close, aren’t you, pup?” Jackal pants above them, kissing their shoulder and licking the sweat on their skin. She can feel their breathing change, how their hands knead her sides and there’s soft, little whimpers so quiet, it almost sounds like they’re wheezing. “Come for me, puppy. Come inside of me like you were made to do.”

The words make them gasp, bottom lip wet and trembling at the girl’s voice, her body, and the overwhelming feeling consuming them. “Mama —” Ran doesn’t have time to warn. Their arms tighten further around Jackal, bucking into her once and throwing their head back as they moan. They’re twitching beneath her, hands going to cup her waist now, trying to get her to ease up on her riding.

They get their wrists held above their head, sobbing out a plea when Jackal is rolling her hips hard on them, milking them of all they have left to give for the night. She looks like she’s fighting to eat them alive. Her eyes shining and wide, her lips parted but curled into a smirk.

Jackal is salivating at the sight of them, dropping her hips on them one final time harshly. Skin on skin slapping together for one final time. They buck and whimper, stray tears sliding into their hairline as their cock dribbles the last of their cum inside of her.

“That’s a good girl,” Jackal breathes, leaning down to kiss them, slow and soft. Her fingers slide from their wrists to their palms, until they intertwine with each other’s. It makes them blush beneath her. “No need to think, baby, hm?”

Ran nods, grunting a little as Jackal lifts her hips and their cock slips from inside of her. They blush at the feeling of her dripping onto their soft shaft.

“Let me leave you in your little bed and get something to clean you up, okay?” Jackal kisses their temple, going to move but gets a whimper and their hands on her waist.

Ran’s head feels like its throbbing, cotton-filled and far. They pull her down and receive a yelp of surprise as their body sends her slipping onto her side, arms caging around her waist, before they’re pressing their face into her chest and rolling on top of her.

“Don’…” Ran muffles into her chest. “ ’lease…s-stay…”

“Hey, puppy, shh,” She kisses a spot between the headband of their ears, rubbing soft circles into their upper back, feeling their muscles relax beneath her touch. “I just want you comfortable, baby, okay?”

Ran whines again, cheek pressing into the center of Jackal’s chest while their lips brush the fold of her breast. One of their arms moving from beneath her to cup the side of her breast, thumb brushing her nipple.

“Want to nurse again, puppy?” Jackal coos at feeling Ran blush against her chest, how they duck their head into her skin to try and hide it.

“You can, puppy,” Jackal kisses the top of their head, fingers pushing their fringe from their forehead as they shift their head to look up at her. “But only once I’ve gotten you comfy. Deal?”

Ran huffs and pouts but shifts without being asked. Jackal goes to ask what they’re doing when their hands are wrapping around her thighs, but she’s gasping in surprise as they pick her up. She blushes as they bare her weight with ease, hands massaging her ass as they blink in realization they’d have to stand up fully on two legs.

“You don’t have to carry me, puppy,” Jackal breathes. It’s still so surprising that her partners bare her weight with such ease, so she’s equally as surprised that Ran can, as well.

She knows she’s mid-sized. Painfully average in every way imaginable, but growing up with body image issues never truly goes away. So she still blushes dark and holds onto the ring of Ran’s collar with one hand, the other at their shoulder as they stand.

They’re moving quickly, their nose crinkling at the pop in their back but Jackal kissing their cheek makes them hum and rub their cheek into her mouth for more. It makes her giggle as she’s laid down on the dog beg, sinking into what feels like thick foam beneath the fake fur of it. The feeling is delightful on her back and joints.

Ran is curling into Jackal’s chest as much as they could, lips kissing the length of Jackal’s breast before latching onto her nipple again. She’s shivering at the touch, still painfully wet and horny, but she doesn’t escalate things again.

Jackal simply wraps her arms around Ran’s neck, feeling them wiggle in a mimic of a tail wag as they knead her thighs. “Good girl, puppy,” Jackal kisses their forehead. “Relax on mama. Let me hold you, sweet pup.”

Ran does so, like they had been waiting for permission even though they knew they didn’t need it. Their body sinks into Jackal’s, who sighs at the pressure of them relaxing her a little, in turn.

“Rest up, puppy,” Jackal playfully scratches the muscles of their back and feels them shiver and sink into her. “Mama will be here when you wake up.”

Ran whines around the bud in their mouth and nods, eyes slipping closed while their mouth still worked the little energy left on Jackal’s breast.