#sub csm

You watched him pull the box out and place it on top of the bed. 

“I don’t think this is where I originally left it,” He added, and he was right. You may have told a little lie.

“Have you tried it on yet?” You asked innocently.

“No, I was planning on doing that today in case I need to make any changes.” He carefully pulled off the top, noticing his costume was somewhat smaller than he remembered. He picked up the top piece, expecting to see a generic red and white coat, but what unfolded was a tiny red wine dress, with white fur rimmed around the top and bottom. The dress was sparkly, had a little black belt stitched onto it, and came with long-sleeved gloves that he had yet to notice.

“It looks nice. Why don’t you try it on right now?” He looked at you with a slight blush on his face.

“This isn’t the costume I ordered…” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

—

“So, so pretty…” You whispered. He lay with his back against the bed, the tight dress barely covering anything considered modest. White fur lined the top of the dress, his tits about to burst from the constraints of the taut stitching. The red fabric was nearly sheer since his muscled body stretched it out, his nipples hard and sensitive from the incessant rubbing.

Grabbing his legs, you pulled him closer, admiring the way the fur adorned his big thighs, his dick pushing the base of the dress slightly. Already restless from his ruined orgasm, he shuddered when your fingers grazed his messy thighs, and then gasped when your hand wrapped around his sensitive tip. The red beaded butt plug in his ass wasn’t helping either—he whined repeatedly with every movement, his ass contracting with every fleeting touch. He wanted more.

You gave his dick a few pumps to tease, watching him grasp at the sheets.

“Gh—too much–!” He yelped. 

Too much? And yet, he used his gloved hand to keep yours on his dick, avoiding eye contact at every cost. The room filled with ahs and ohs the moment your free hand played with the gem of the plug, twisting and turning as he desperately tried to muffle his moans. His pretty face was flushed, brown eyes shut beneath his lashes—oh, how easily he comes undone under your touch.

Bead by bead, you pulled the plug out, a slew of curses tumbling from his lips as he tried to bear the pleasure of being stretched out.

“J-just- shit–! Hurry it up already!” He couldn’t help it—you’ve already ruined him so, his composure couldn’t keep up. The cry he let out when the last one popped out was pathetic, and the feeling of being empty was too much to bear. He wanted to be filled again, but by your cock and your cock only. 

His hole contracted involuntarily while letting your tip sit at the entrance of his ass. He looked at you pleadingly for a fraction of a second, but he wasn’t prepared when you slipped your cock into him, a strained groan leaving his throat. He was still so tight—you let out a sigh—his insides warm and still coated with lube from earlier.  You pulled out, leaving your tip in, slamming back in quickly, and every single coherent thought in his head evaporating.

His legs wrapped around your back, bringing you in closer. You dragged the top of his dress down, exposing his sensitive nipples, playing with each one delicately. The only word running through his head was “more,” more, more, and more…

He greedily sucked you back in with each thrust, his tongue lolling out of his mouth when you reached his prostate, his hands grasping at you to bring you closer.

“God– harder, please–!” he cried. It was never gentle with him, despite his usual demeanor. But you gave it to him with no complaints, drilling your cock back into him as if it’d be your last time. The skimpy dress rode up his thighs and abdomen, letting his angry cock smack against his toned stomach, and a mix of his arousal dirtied his clothes.

Wasn’t he so pretty like this? He took you like a champ, and you rewarded him with a few pumps to his dick, but the simultaneous pleasure was just a tad bit too much. His back arched off the bed as his arm reached for yours, tears daring to spill when he finally looked at you. It’s humiliating, but you make him feel so damn good.

You knew he was close when all he could say were broken “pleases” and “mores” and whatever the fuck his mushy brain could come up with. Thankfully, you gave him just that, and finally, he let out a loud gasp when he came undone, his back prettily arching off the bed once more. Like an artist, he painted cum all over his pretty red sparkly dress, his expression all but innocent. He could use a bit of rest, but…

“I’m not done, big boy.”

his best friend invited him after what felt like forever to his house to celebrate his daughter’s twentieth birthday (although you never knew he was coming), and the lonely loser agreed in seconds.

he was mostly just there for the free food, and didn’t bother with talking to anybody. but what he didn’t know, was that his best friend’s daughter was eyeing him like candy the whole time. he felt the urge to take a piss and quickly got up, and you followed him behind. you waited outside the bathroom until he opened the door, and he was surprised to see your face for sure.

but you being the kind (horny) soul that you were, approached him and started small talk. while you were talking, his eyes couldn’t help but stare intently at your lips, they were plump with a pink gloss shimmer to them; the way your dress hugs around your figure and makes your chest pop up, your squishy.. soft chest… oh god, he could feel himself getting hard. he shouldn’t be feeling this way, you’re his best friend’s daughter for star’s sake!

you seem to notice him staring at your physical features because your eyes darkened slightly with lust, and your lips curled into a knowing smirk. “you know, i’m getting pretty tired, i wanna go to my bedroom but i don’t wanna go alone. do you mind coming with me?” you wrapped your hand on around his own, and he flinches. is this real? are you suggesting what he thinks you’re suggesting?? this has never happened to him in the history of ever!

as if you could read his mind you lean towards his ear and whisper, “i’ll show you a good time that you’ll never have again~.” all the blood from his brain is escaping down to his shaft that already straining against his pants. he gulps and quickly tries to think, this could be his only chance of having a fuck, but on the other hand your party is still going on, what if someone got worried and started looking for you?

“don’t worry your brain too much, i told them was going to take a little nap. that’ll give us plenty of time to.. get to know each other, if you want to,” you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, his friend downstairs was in charge and he agreed with no second thought, and that was the best decision of his life.

he had never felt so euphoric than right now, his hands held onto your waist for dear life as you roughly moved your hips up and down his cock. his hands and fleshlight could never compare to your warm, sponges walls strangling the life outta his member. your childhood bedroom was filled with the stench of sex and sweat, labored breaths and moans suffocated the room. your tits and thighs bounced along with your movements, he let out a whine when he came for the third time, at this point you were milking him dry like a hungry animal. overstimulated tears welded up in his eyes, but he doesn’t dare try to stop you for the pleasure was too great.

you moaned in his ear when you felt his dick hit your sweet spot, and your hips moved faster. “fffuck! oh fuck- ahh! t-this is too much! so f-fucking good!” he rambled to himself when he felt your walls tightening around his, showing that your climax is near. you hold face and kiss him, catching him by surprise but he melts into it immediately. when you pull back, a string of saliva catches between your tongues, and you get an idea. “open y-your mouth for me, baby,” he complies, then you gather up your remaining saliva and spat into his mouth. his eyes glaze over as he cries out, releasing his hot load inside your stuffed pussy. you followed after him and bit onto his neck as your mixed releases escape your cunt.

he collapses onto the bed as you remained up, your handed placed onto his chest for stability as you pant into the humid air. you at your father’s best friend’s neck in pride and lust, you had marked him as yours. his glossy eyes stare up at the ceiling, your bedsheets were dirty and have been gone for too long than expected. you lean forward to pat his cheek to which he finally seemed to snap back.

“t-that was, so so amazing,” he said breathlessly, he stares at you with longing as you smile down at him. “you’re so adorable when you cum, i think i’ll keep you,” you say as you caress his face. his face erupted in red, “k-k-keep..?” you giggle under your palm as you nod your head, “as much as i would love to keep going until you can’t cum anymore, i’m afraid we’ve been gone for too long,” he lets out a hiss when you pulled yourself off his soft sensitive dick, but his eyes lingered on your cunt that was overflowing with his cum. damn, did he really cum inside you four times before you could? ugh, so embarrassing.

“hey pretty boy, are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna join me in the shower? we can’t show up looking like we ran a marathon,” you winked at him with a grin as you walked inside your personal bathroom and turned on the warm water. he had never gotten up from a bed faster in his life. after cleaning yourselves up and tidying up your room, you and your lover joined the party once more, except that you didn’t leave him alone for one second. you introduced him to your friend group and participated in party games all day until it was over.

you gave him your number and a smooch on the cheek in private and set off inside your home. since then, you’ve been treating him with dinners, friend hangouts, picnics, mind blowing sex (obviously), just overall treating him better than anyone else in his life.

being yours was amazing~.

jaw ticked and eyebrows knitted together, the man in front of you tried his best to be calm and not let anything bother him.

yet the fact that you didn't respond to his commands weren't helping him.

his ears burned in humiliation when you grinned at him. a no good, annoying, stupid grin. heavy on stupid.

"cmon aki, you can do better than that." said man bit his bottom lip. the makeshift restraints made from his tie weren't nearly as comfortable nor tied correctly against your wrists.

this was aki's idea and he always goes through with his word.

but with your sharp gaze on him, he couldn't work right.

he quickly unzipped his pants, fumbling and nervously biting his lip. you sigh and let the tie fall from your wrists, gripping onto his hips.

aki glared at you, "no, stop it."

he thought he tied it just right. . .

you ignored his warning and pull him in closer, leaning up to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. aki huffed, wiggling in you grip.

"don't act so defenseless now, sweetheart"

it was quite the surprise when he caught you off guard; pushing you to the bed, tying your hands, all without discussing it with you beforehand.

the devil hunter was very sneaky when he wanted to be.

you stand, abruptly backing him up to the wall. he was trapped. your hand slithers down to his pants, pushing past his underwear and wrapping your warm hand around his half hard cock.

suddenly, aki managed out a gasp, eyes growing wide as he finally lets the situation sink in.

he grips onto your shoulders, trying to push you away. "s-stop! it wasn't. . ."

he couldn't help but let a raspy cry leave his mouth. "hm? were you saying somethin'?"

he throws his head back against the wall, not caring if it hurt him. his hips quivers, arms growing weak — his walls were crumbling in a matter of seconds.

"i was suppose- ahh!" he shakes his head as your smirk against his collar bone. "to. . . be in control!!"

he expected you to simply laugh at him, or maybe even get him more worked up but instead you push your knee between his thighs and move your lips to ear, teeth toying his earlobe.

aki furrows his brows, eyes closing sharply at the feeling.

"so take it back."

he grits his teeth in anger. he tried.

your hand lets go of his leaking cock, allowing him to wet his clothes with his precum. your knee pressing up against his pelvis, aki squeezes his legs, hands coming up to cover his pathetic expression.

"well?" you raise a brow at the sight of his rocking his hips back and forth on your knee, not caring if you pressed down ha rder.

"i can't. . ." he gasps out, face burning red at his failed attempt.

its so embarrassing!

instead he falls prey to your actions, letting his cute whimpers fall out without a second thought.

"so, please (name)."

You were just not close enough and not sure that he liked it at all, too little work experience; even when the tactics changed from "avoidance" to "cooperation", while his ears pricked up when he heard your voice or enthusiastically waved his tail when you were around, you preferred a slow pace, as if thrusting your palm to the dog and letting it sniff you before confidentially giving you a paw.

(although sometimes he almost provoked you to stroke him between fluffy ears and say that he did a great job.)

Aki was a dog who preferred when your hand was stretched out to him for sniffing before he gave you a paw — and when you roughly push into him, forcing him to cling to the balcony, hoping that no one would think to go out in the morning and look at the neighbors above, until his thoughts mix and turn into desire— need for more, harder, rougher, until his belly is full enough and his thighs are sticky with sweat and you, until his tail is restlessly rubbing and beating against you, trying to force you to drive into him all the way and ignore all the pathetic whining that he makes when it's too much for him, when he's almost choking, drooling, feeling how his body ache from the last time, — but whimpering so that you don't stop, scratching your skin with claws, blindly kissing where he can. Even when Aki cums, trying to snuggle up to you as hard as possible, breathing heavily, sticking out his tongue while you lazily push into his body for the last time before gently moving away, making his thighs become even more slippery and sticky without you preventing his excruciating emptiness.

And, perhaps, unlike him, you hope that someone will see you on an empty morning balcony and notice what a needy whining mess you can make him instead of that strict hybrid that does not allow anyone to even touch his ears or tail, let alone pull them or hold them, but while you are busy to fuck him senseless — and make him cum just from the fact that you scratch him behind the ear while make him warm you, not allowing to move even when he starts to need it.

When you tell him for the first time that 'he is a good boy' while fucking him in a dark alley after a task, being unable to tolerate his attempts to jump on you from overexcitation,

this is enough for Aki to cling to your hands with enthusiastic whining, squeezing his thighs, almost suffocating while his body trembles in your hands, — and never talk about it again, shamefacedly pressing fluffy ears to his head and growling softly when you tease, stroking and calling him a good boy, — but never tries to dodge the touch and does not tell you to stop.

Never tells you to stop.

Even when you pull the leash, pushing Aki to slightly tilt his neck back, exposing it for you, he silently obeys any of your actions and words, never questioning them and not making you to wait; treating him like your pet, hearing his stifled whining when you hold the leash tightly while he diligently licks you, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible, as much as you can get from his body, soft and accessible, too accessible when you breed him in a room in a random break in response to his provocative weakening the knot of the tie that hides the collar with your initials.

Even if Aki wasn't a pet, — wasn't a pet at all, wasn't an obedient and attention-hungry pet at all, — something about him made you whisper in his ear what a good boy he is and what a diligent puppy he is when you cum into him again, filling his stomach, making him drool and press ears to hair, pressing hand to mouth just not to get too loud, deafly realizing that now he will have to walk around like this for the rest of the day — and immediately forgetting about it when you ask who is a good boy and, having received a satisfactory answer, saying that good boys receive a reward, feeling his fluffy tail tossing from side to side. But it's really hard for you to resist him when Aki's short claws cling to you while he whines, whimpering, almost begging you not to stop and never leave him, no matter what happens, while his legs tightly wrap around your hips, almost forcing you to stay in place inside his hot sensitive body, hearing only hot breath and quiet incoherent nonsense, breaking into a squeal when you remind him how deep you are in response to his obsessive attempts to snuggle even closer, sticking to your skin, not even moving his tail in an effort to maintain a painfully close pose.

Even if Aki is constantly blushing from kisses and his hands are sweating when you take them, as if you didn't breed him in the room half an hour ago while other hunters were celebrating, hearing his hoarse encouragement not to stop and enthusiastically intoxicated words about how fucking good he feels and that nothing makes him as high as you do, the way he tries to merge into one with you every time, as if trying to wrap himself around you and stay pinned forever, always makes you feel too excited, seeing his wet eyes and ruddy red face, looking at how his hair is disheveled while his ears are constantly twitching, especially when he cums, wagging excitedly with his tail, as if persuading you to grab him and cum inside, filling his pretty belly until he carries your puppies.

You just have your own personal limits that Aki will always be able to break — just like convincing you to fuck him to the point that his brain shuts down an hour and a half before meeting others, growling that you are only his master and he is only your dog when you hold his legs apart, teasing that he always ready for you and with the same success you can just press his cheek to the floor or wall and fuck at any moment — and not hearing any refutation, even if his cheeks are burning with shame and not only with it.

You have no excuse why you're late — and no excuse about why Aki walks strangely.

Aki is so hot, so wet, so needy when his thighs are wet and sticky, when his face is constantly rosy with desire while he begs you to just fill his painfully needy body, stretch him, make him your own, until the only thing he can think about is the puppies that you put by the time his body can't be without you, breeding him during every heat and out of it, — as if the fact that he almost does not get off you is not enough for him anymore, but you can't refuse when you see him drooling, almost crying from excessive sensitivity, forcing to cum even faster, squeezing you tightly inside, but pushing his hips harder while you dig fingers into his thighs, not stopping even when Aki obediently lies under you, not moving, allowing you to handle him as you like, whining and happily wagging his tail with delight.

When you hear him begging you to breed him, drunkenly looking at you, as if intoxicated, wet and hot, reaching out to you for a kiss so unlike his usual self, that even his hungry wet kisses seem so unknown, not at all like his usual ones, but no less sweet, as if forcing you not to stop kissing him while you cum in him again and again, even when you feel that you are reaching your limit — but feel how Aki is fidgeting under you, definitely feeling that you won't be able to do more soon, but still unsatisfied and greedy for more, needing more, even if your body can't bring it to it,

it doesn't matter as long as you don't stop and leave him, don't leave him empty, don't leave him alone, keeping Aki as close as he physically can be.

Even when you lie down on your back, you can't help but help Aki gently climb onto your hips, feeling him trembling with fatigue and excitement, hearing his enthusiastically relaxed exhale when you find yourself in him again, feeling how he greedily squeezes you, not letting you slip out even though he is wet and sticky, wagging his tail and keeping his ears straight from pleasure and a sense of rightness while you fill him up, even if you can't behave with him like another canine hybrid — it's not so important when he nuzzles your neck, lazily kissing, almost singing with delight when you stroke him, soothing, making it clear that you will be in the same place when he wakes up.

But, even knowing that you will wake up with Aki enthusiastically riding on you and whining apologies mixed with gratitude, giving you a great overview of mess caused by the need to be fucked until his body is perfect for you and is completely soaked, and knowing how shamefully grateful he will be when the heat is over, looking away but for some time feeling the consequences of constant breeding, including the fact that his body will react to your presence for some time, wanting to continue breeding,

you felt too happy.