#tw.petplay

Mattsun chuckles when you lean a bit more into his arm, going to stand on your toes to try and see over the line of people in front of you to no avail. He gazes down at you for a few seconds with a smile, before leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Got nothing to say?” And when you look up with your pouted lips they’ve become all too familiar with, he ducks down to press another kiss there too. Not that it soothes you much, judging by the nervous way your fingers tangle into the edge of your skirt. “Daddy’s coming home, yeah? Excited?” Mattsun tries again, and you whine at the mere mention of him.

“Daddy’s coming?” you whisper, looking back up at the tall brunet for confirmation once more, something that makes him melt a little more. Sure, the both of them hadn’t exactly planned on being a caretaker for you while your boyfriend was overseas, but it’d become plenty clear that you needed all the help you could get. And it didn’t hurt that your clinginess had perks for the both of them too, definitely with you practically living with them both in the meantime. When Mattsun nods, you let out another little whimper, now basically shaking on your legs from excitement. “Right now?”

You’re already tearing up by the time the first people make it to the terminal, no longer caring about anything but the idea that within the next few minutes you’d finally see him in person again. “Look at you,” Makki laughs behind the camera, before walking closer to your side and handing Mattsun the camera for a second. “What’s going on, hm? You’re crying because you’re happy?” It only takes a little coaching to get you to pry yourself from Mattsun’s side over to the other man, slipping under his arm easily but not yet looking away.

“Daddy’s coming. Missed daddy.” You’re trembling now, and Makki wraps his arm tight around your waist to keep you from getting too excited right here and now. Such a sweet, little thing. “He’s coming home now? Really?” As soon as Mattsun hums again, you’re grabbing onto his one hand, taking Makki’s in the other and holding onto their fingers for support. Makki takes another second to admire you, pink collar proudly on display and shining against your skin, looking so sturdy around your dainty and fragile, little neck.

They left the leash in the car, but for a second he wonders if he should’ve just taken it with him anyway. When he looks back at the hall, Hajime sticks out above some of the other travelers like a feast for sore eyes. Glowing, skin golden and warm, with his hair sticking up in tufts even more unruly than normal. He doesn’t blame you for shaking on your feet the way you do, it was more than expected. Hajime’s eyes widen with focus when flicking around at the people, before he smiles wide, spotting you between his two friends. The suitcase hobbles as he hauls it behind him, rushing the walk to get to the gates already.

And as soon as he’s through, you’re already running over, jumping and being caught in his tight embrace as he twirls you around a few times, dropping the handle of his luggage. Your soft whimpers of his name are swallowed when he pulls back to kiss you silly, hands instantly wrapping around his neck to keep him as close as humanly possible. Even for the guys standing to the side to watch, it’s heartwarming, and Mattsun quickly shuts off the video to hand the device back.

“Four years is a long ass time,” Makki starts, grinning when Hajime pulls back from you with flushed lips to give him a quick side hug, not yet able to let you go.

Not that you would anyway, basically molded to the shape of his body as you litter kisses over the exposed parts of his neck and chest. “Hey, puppy,” Iwa manages to say, watching you pull back to sniffle and rub your body up against him in happiness. He leans down a little to brush away your tears, and places another kiss on your nose. “Someone missed her daddy.”

“Missed you so much,” you sniffle, shifting your arms down to around his waist and nuzzling your face into his shirt. “Welcome back, Hajime.” He smiles as he pets your head, not wanting to make a whole scene here, but he could eat you right up with how gentle and adorable you’re being. “Never leave me that long again.” Looks like the time away didn’t lessen your adoration for him, not even close. The other brunet grabs the suitcase before motioning towards the exit of the airport.

The guys giggle when you cling to your boyfriend like he’s going off the war, his expression softening at the sight of you. Of course, there’d been trips flying back to Japan in between, but they’d been scarce and always felt too short. Iwa barely manages to get you away from him enough to look at you again, but after a few seconds of reassuring he won’t be going anywhere, you let him lift you up so you can bury your face into his neck and wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

Makki’s quick to pull your collar a little with one finger slipping into one of the metal loops to make you whimper, before leaning down to whisper in your ear as you four walk through the mess of people. “You should stop making a scene or it’ll take even longer ‘til we get you home, puppy. Behave.” Iwa only lets out an amused breath when you whine at the order, quickly burying your face back in the same spot where you kiss and lick like it’s life or death.

The guys know your antics well enough to ignore it for the most part, walking out into the fresh air. “What were they feeding you abroad?” Mattsun grins after a second, “you look about twice the size.”

“I’ve just actually been hitting the gym some and haven’t been sitting still at my boring job all day like you.” He does look bigger, both more grown into his features and taller, able to dwarf you over more than he already did when he left four painfully long years ago, with the promise to return as soon as possible. He grins though, deserved pride radiating off of him and an air of confidence his years in Cali must have nurtured, before giving Makki a look. “Well, one of you—” 

And when Mattsun ruffles Hajime’s hair as a friendly welcome back with a few less words, Makki just scrunches his nose up, before giving a jab into his arm. “Low fuckin’ blow, dude.”

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As soon as the guys drop you off at home, Hajime has to hold you away from him while climbing the stairs, quick to jam the keys into lock and haul the luggage into the house. They promised to swing by later, already knowing it’d be impossible to pry you away from Hajime for at least a few hours.

The door is shut quickly, your hands roaming the planes of his chest and stomach and quickly slipping under the fabric to feel his warm skin under your hands, pussy already slicking at the mere thought of him. But you don’t even get the chance to pull him towards you when Iwa crowds you into the door, reaching up to pull your head back by your hair and watch you as your eyes fill with tears. “Daddy, daddy, want you, w-want you so bad.” You squeak when he presses you into the cold door more, shifting your legs apart to allow him more access.

“My needy, little bitch,” he grunts, dragging his lips down the exposed part of your throat and leaving open mouthed kisses there, making the bell on your collar ring. He kisses and bites until your legs shake and your grip on his shoulders grows tighter, knowing your signs too well still.

The way you’re rocking your waist back and forth like an animal in heat, head all the way thrown back. He leans in more to drag his tongue down the free part of your neck, before biting down hard. And the effect is instant, because your legs give out as your high pitched moans grow louder, needy begs making his cock twitch.

“Daddy, wanna feel your cock inside me already, please. Please pleaseplease. N-need you t’ fill me up, oh- f-fuck, need your cum in me.” You’re so much smaller under him, he almost forgot just how easy it is to make you submit to him by sheer presence. But you’re so desperate, rolling your hips against his thigh and blinking through wet, glistening lashes when he gives you a little grin.

You lean up to drag your mouth along his neck and collarbones too, whimpering each time you rub your covered clit over his jeans, wetness seeping through the fabric. Your hand under his shirt pushes it up, revealing his muscular chest and abs and making you moan. He tightens his grip in your hair and on your thigh when rocking his hips against you. “The guys better have taken real good care of you.”

“They tried their -hng- best, but—” you whimper, pushing your body up against him more and feeling the heat build between the two of you until it becomes unbearable, “not as good as daddy. Missed daddy, always miss daddy so, oh, m-much!” For a second you pull away to claw at his arms, so he lifts the tank top over his head and tosses it aside, then crushing you back to the door and pressing his muscular thigh higher. Rubbing up against your slick cunt through too much fabric.

“Ah, ahng, Hajime,” you whisper, cupping his face and pulling his close to melt your tongue to his. Licking into his mouth and sucking on the pink muscle until you go breathless, pulling back with your eyes glazed over. “Daddy tastes so good. Can I please have more?”

The pretty greens find yours, narrowing slightly. But you look so cute that he can’t fault you for your greediness. “Tastes good, yeah? Stupid puppy. Need a reminder of who you belong to?” You’re already unbuttoning your own top and letting it drop aside, your pointed nipples bare. He groans. “Fuck, I missed wrecking your cute, little body. Missed sucking those tits and fucking your tight cunt.”

You don’t really respond before his large hand comes to squeeze one breast, then the other, sucking your nipple with a soft tongue rolling over it again and again. Breath heavy and belly glowing as you lean into him. All while your hands rub over his biceps and pecs and down his stomach. Until you get to his pants, nimble fingers slipping under the waistband and down further, but he grabs your wrist hard.

“Nope.” He smiles when you tear up at the loss of his thick thigh rubbing against you, your little moans and whimpers being the thing that would get him off the quickest any time he had to fuck his own hand. But he still can’t go easy on you. “Get to begging like a good puppy, on your fucking knees,” he pushes your shoulder until your knees buckle and you drop down between his legs, glossy eyes aimed up at him and bottom lip jutting out. “Fuck- missed that pretty mouth of yours so much too,” he mumbles, rubbing his fingers over the seam of your lips but pulling away when you stick your tongue out.

You frown though, whimpering at the denial and wrapping your two little hands around his to yank the long digits back to your mouth, stuffing them inside your warm mouth yourself. Your tits shining with his spit in the low light, cheeks hot and already looking totally fucked. It never takes long when Hajime pulls your hair or bites your sensitive skin, slipping into the blissed, dazed state you’re in too easily.

You moan as you suckle on the thick, long fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and pushing his fingers deeper into the back of your mouth so quickly it probably hurts. You don’t mind though, not even when he pushes them down onto the back of your tongue to make you choke on them. His lips curl up at the ends when watching you, his cock growing even harder at your noises and the spit spilling past your lips and down your chin. “Gonna suck my fingers, good girl? Take it all the way into your throat and drool all over daddy’s hand?”

‘Mhm, mhm-ddy,’ your muffled calls soft and needy, gagging again when he grabs your face to stuff your face all the way with his two fingers. Your little throat is tighter than he remembers, though it could also be because of the tight, leather collar so pretty around your neck. When you stop struggling against the invasion of your throat, drool slipping all down his hand and your face each time he pulls back only to stuff them back in to hear you struggle, he grunts.

He finally pulls back out of your mouth to yank his pants down his thighs, along with his boxers, kicking them off. “Ah,” you instantly open your mouth again, dropping your tongue out for him like a good pet.

But instead of the cock you want to taste more than anything, he leans down a little to grab your throat and squeezes, spitting straight onto your tongue with no warning. The press of his fingers in the sides of your neck is enough to have your fingers twitch in your lap, wanting nothing more than your pussy filled while your head pounds. “Did you suck Makki and Mattsun’s cocks this easy too?” Iwa asks though, putting on a frown as he rubs your spit along the bottom of his cock. He swirls his wet fingers back up to the flushed tip though, wrapping around the head and squeezing more glistening precum out. “Hm?”

You’re quiet for a second when you regard him, eyes blown out and dark and mouth set in a tight line, the exact expression that both scares you and makes your pussy clench. “I- I just,” you sniffle, “you said it was okay to. Daddy, you promised— mh-that you wouldn’t be m-mad.” The smell makes you whimper more, rubbing your covered, slick pussy on your own foot as you fist your hands into your skirt, your big eyes blinking up at him so prettily.

“Not— mad,” he hisses when you reach up to cup his balls, whimpering and begging so pretty, “I know your little slutty cunt wouldn’t be able to go without being pumped full of cum so long. Just don’t like it.” His cock still growing and twitching in his hand, turning the glazed head a deep, dark red and twitching at the sight of you. He rubs the warm tip over your tongue for just a second before pulling back, only leaving you more needy.

“My little puppy slut needs cock and cum in here, huh?” He softly starts moving his hand up and down his shaft in front of you, and you can’t help the tears that cling to your lashes at the blatant temptation. You blink up at him with your best pout, leaning forward to arch your back. But he’s not done, pushing his cock to your cheek and rubbing it there while you whimper and whine at it, teary eyes flicking between his drooling cock and the sharp look on his face. “Can’t even go to sleep without having your tummy full and warm. Let daddy’s friends fuck that whore cunt, yeah? My greedy, bad puppy slut.”

The degradation paired with the wait is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut, sniffling for a few moments at the cruel treatment. But when he clears his throat again, brushing up the glazed head of his cock to your lips, making you taste the precum and finally letting you have a sliver of what you had to miss for so long your body aches. “Beg,” he growls, grabbing onto your hair and pulling your face back a little to look at you. “I know you can do it really well, so do it already. Be good, c’mon.”

You’re so blissed out even being near him again, that it’s hard to think straight. Let alone listen to what he needs you to do. The pounding between your ears is so loud. But before you can think about it you turn over to drop your face to the floor, grabbing onto your panties and getting on your knees how you know Hajime likes having you. Presenting yourself like a bitch in heat, face wet and sloppy and lips swollen.

It’s hardly begging, but you’re so far past begging by now. You want your gushing pussy filled now. Back curved and wet slit on display, you arch your back as you press your cheek to the cold wood. “Daddy, please. Please give me your cock, please use me. Punish me or breed me, I don’t care, just touch me please. Mhm -ah, need you, only daddy can make me feel so good, plea—se.”

You spread your legs apart more, and bring one arm under your body between your legs to spread the wetness around your hole and over your clit, hissing at the touch. “God, Hajime, hurry. I’ll cum without you if you don’t.”

Whatever trance you put him in is broken when you rub your clit without him, tearing up and just needing to get off so bad it’ll drive you crazy. But he’s quick to get behind you and grab onto one of the rings of your collar, pulling it tight and arching your back more as he delivers a sharp spank to each cheek. You cry out as you reach for him, but with a growl he evades your touch and spanks down again, leaving your needy cunt fluttering around nothing.

“Don’t fucking think so.” He spanks between each word, making your skin glow and tingle from the painful surges of pleasure, as you shift under him, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “You cum when I say you can cum.” Luckily for you, he’s too impatient tonight to punish you as you deserve, getting up behind you and pushing the warm head of his cock against your drooling pussy, just as eager and needy as you are. “Take it like a good cumhungry bitch.”

He pushes in too quickly, pushing you forward with the sudden motion and filling you up entirely. His fat cock stretching you open so much you claw at the floor, even more when he pulls out and glides back inside the wet hole with a roll of his hips that hits just right. “Ah- ahh!” Your eyes press closed, body aching and everything hazy, Hajime sets a pace that’s just short of punishing. Hips drilling into yours with each fast, frantic pump, his skin slapping into you and pants and grunts filling the apartment. There’s no room for romance, not while he’s fucking into you and holding onto your neck like an animal.

Your whimpers and muffled begs of ‘daddy’ are interrupted by slurred moans and swears as he changes positions a little to fuck you even harder, deeper and battering your insides relentlessly. None of that matters when he leans over your body onto his strong arms, caging you in even more and not slowing the speed at which he destroys you, only to bite at the side of your neck with a growl. “My cockslut. No one else can do it like me. Don’t forget it.”

“Daddy!” you squeak, squirming at the pleasure. “Hmm-ngh, wan’cum!” Hajime looks between your bodies to watch the ring of white at the base of his cock, your entire body shaking from the strain, before he pushes himself back up to let go of your collar and grab onto your hips instead, pulling you back into his thrusts and making you bounce. Each motion is too deep, too good, nothing that enters your brain is comprehensible anymore. There’s only Hajime fucking you, and the beautiful way you know he looks while fucking you stupid.

“Gonna fuck my cum into you,” he rasps, throwing his head back, “gon’ give you my babies. Over and over and over.” His fingers in your skin painfully tight, skin slamming against yours and balls against your clit, and you reach your arms back to grab onto his thighs. “Until you’re so full with cum your belly hurts.”

“Yes, yesyesyes— hng, da- ahng- daddy, fuck your cum into me please,” he grabs onto your hair to pull you back onto his thick cock even more, lifting your thigh for more access, before your belly tightens and your vision goes white. Your toes curl as you clench around him, squeezing his cock deeper inside you as you cry out his name, gasping for air and shaking.

Hajime blows out a growled cry through his teeth as his thrusts go bruising and sloppy. “Fuckin’ vice, ah! H-holy shit, puppy.” He cums deep inside your spasming cunt, hot, white ropes of seed pumped into you. You collapse when your legs give out, having Hajime on top of you with deep, almost frantic breaths and his fingertips still pushing white ovals into the skin to keep himself up, before slowly pulls out of you to scoop you up from the floor. “Good girl,” he kisses your face, along your neck as you try to calm your raging heart, “such a good girl. You took that so well, pup.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you breathe back, and cling to his sweaty chest for a moment, feeling both your heart beats too loud. Hajime smiles, his cheeks flushed and hairline beaded with sweat but to you, though your puffy eyes and wet lashes, he’s never looked more beautiful. He leans over to grab his bag, digging though it for some water.

“Here, drink up.” His large, heavy palm coming to rest on your head with slow motions, he stares at you too. Then he dips his head again to kiss your nose, squeezing you even closer to his heart. “Missed you so much. You belong to me, hm?” You nod.

And after a few sips of water, you rub away some of the drying tears, before pouting up at him. “Can we go again?” Which makes Hajime snort, his face splitting with a wide grin as he bobs his head.

Wanna start the day by waking up in Albedo’s bed because it was his turn to keep the captains’ sweet pet overnight. The early morning sun peaking through his blinds keeping you half asleep and groggy as he fucks into you for maybe the first or fourth time, who knows- definitely not you. The rocking and warm furl of pleasure fills you with such lovely contentment that you don’t so much awaken as you do wander into semi-consciousness. His gorgeous turquoise eyes soften as he realizes you’ve begun to wake up and he slows his thrusts. Hips rolling against yours, he kisses your pretty mouth over and over again- the soft platinum of his hair radiant in the beams of light that fall over him. He wants to be lost here with you forever, where there’s nothing but pleasure and the comfort of soft blankets, but alas even good things must come to an end eventually. He cums with a soft gasp against your lips, calls you his ‘sweet little pet’ as he pinches your nipples and reaches down to play with your clit until you come around his softening cock. Tells you that you deserve a treat for being such a ‘good kitty’ for him all night. Trails his finger through the mess he’s made of you with a devilish smile that looks out of place on such an angelic face. Albedo kisses your forehead as you begin to drift off again, never being one for such early mornings. The alchemist even tells you to ‘be good’ as he tucks you in and dresses for the long day ahead of him.

You don’t truly wake up until around midmorning and wander off into the library where you curl up next to Lisa with a book. At some point she urges you to lie your head in her lap, and you happily obey. Still reading and taking notes, she pulls the collar of her dress to the side and presses her breast to your mouth. You lick her pretty pink nipples just the way she likes, waiting for her breathing to go soft and for her moans to take a throaty edge before you start suckling. Just like she taught you. “Such a smart girl,” she coos, her hand sliding down the front of your clothes to cup your breast in her slender hand. Her long nails flick your perked nipples and she smiles when you mewl against her skin. Never looking up from her work, she slides that hand down your soft tummy and into your panties. Her fingers touch you delicately along the lips and press sweetly against your clit. Lisa cups your head with her other hand and shoves your mouth against her breast, effectively muffling you when she thrusts her fingers into you and pumps with a startling roughness. Tears fill your eyes as she fucks you on those pretty, pretty digits, spit filling your mouth as you suckle at her nipple. “What a good girl,” she purrs when you come on her fingers, the wet schlick of her thrusting into you filling the otherwise silent library. When she finally pulls out, the librarian brings her hand to your mouth and orders you to clean her up. You happily obey, trading her pink, spittle covered nipples for her slick covered fingers. Once she’s all cleaned, she pets you on the head and returns to her reading. You curl up beside her and open your book once more, all too aware of the hand that trails idly along your body.

Eula comes by for lunch and lures you away from the comfy library. She pushes you down on the chaise and tells you how much she loves you. Uncharacteristically flustered, she shirks her shorts and pulls her panties to the side. You lap at her pussy as she sits on your face, the generous curves of her ass, highlighted by her panties, bare for your eyes to see. Her moans are so hungry, like she’s waited all day for this. She probably has been, to be fair. You don’t doubt that she’s been holding it against everyone that she’s had to deal with over the morning that she couldn’t be here instead with your tongue buried in her quim as she trembled with pleasure above you. “Thank you,” she whines, as if you’d rather be anywhere but between her thick thighs. “That’s- ah- that’s a good princess.” As she nears her edge, she frays even more at the edges. Eula pulls the hem of your dress up and tugs your panties to the side, not even bothering to put them in a comfortable position before she mirrors your actions. Her tongue slides over your clit and you moan into her. She cries out in response and rocks into you, forcing your tongues to move even more desperately against one another. She finishes before you do with a strangled cry that sends heat and pride rushing through your body. When she finally comes down, she apologizes and makes up for her negligence by kissing your cunny and fucking you with her tongue until you drip down her throat.

By the time the late afternoon comes around, you’re already dumb with pleasure from so many tongues and fingers touching you through the day. It comes as no surprise when Kaeya picks you up from a sunny spot on the roof and brings you into his office. He places you in the soft nest the two of you put together under his desk and that’s where you continue your nap until he gently nudges you with his foot some hours later. He strokes a gloved hand over the seam of his pants and you know what he wants. Eager to please, you sit up in your place under the desk. Tucking one of your many pillows under your knees, you unbuckle his pants for him before you take his half-chub into your mouth. You feel it swell in your mouth as you lick and suck at him until he’s fully erect. You lick around his pretty, flushed head, and litter kisses all along the base- making sure to lavish his tight balls with your tongue. His hand buries itself in your hair, not so much in an attempt to maneuver you as to keep himself connected to you, as you drool around his cock. The click of you bobbing your head fills the room alongside his breathy moans and panting. Before he can cum down your throat, he slaps the side of his muscled thigh and rasps, “C’mere, pretty girl.” You pull off of him, licking your lips as you settle in his lap. The two of you groan in unison as you seat yourself on him, the fat girth of his cock stretching you to a perfect fullness. He doesn’t move, instead soaking in the warmth of your body. Kaeya’s arms curl around you and he presses you close, snuggling you into the firm planes of his chest. The cavalry captain is a perfect cuddle buddy, never too hot or cold, always keeping himself and the air around him at an ideal temperature. You soon find yourself drifting, lost in that perfect head space of near sleep as he tucks his cape around you. The door opens and closes. Even the shocked gasp of one of the regular knights doesn’t so much as cause you to stir where you rest. Kaeya speaks to the knight, who had been foolish enough to have ignored or not bothered to read the ‘out of office’ sign on his door, with ease- as if he isn’t buried deep inside of you. He shoos them away at the end of their report with a flick of his hand and a mocking little smile. “Still awake, doll?” he asks and you mumble in reply, head lolling as you nod. Kaeya just smiles at you, his dumb little pet, and spreads you over his desk. Makes sure to spread his fluffy cape over the hard surface so you’re not uncomfortable when he starts to fuck you with lewd, squelching thrusts that make you moan and drip down his balls. All you can do is mewl and cry out when tucks you into a mean little mating press- when he lifts his leg to brace himself on the desk as he presses so deep inside that you can feel him kissing your cervix as he spills rope after rope of creamy semen into your pussy while you come around him. He teases you with kisses and his words would be mean if he were anyone but Kaeya. If he were anyone but the man whispering adoring words of love as he pressed kisses to your nose and cheeks while he hpulled your panties up to keep his load nicely tucked away

And yes, it's a dog. He shouldn't be jealous of a dog. But he is, and Izuku isn't ashamed enough to stop himself from clinging to you like a child, whining about how you never give him attention.

It's when you get too bold, shouting and spitting about how you hate him, how you want to leave, how he's crazy - that's when Izuku realizes that he's given you too long a leash (pun intended).

No more playing with his dog unless Izuku says, and only if you've been good.

Being good means not squirming or fighting when he kisses you.

It means being nice and not scratching or clawing when Izuku undresses you, purring in your ear about how pretty you are.

To be good is to thank him, thank him for all the pleasure he so willingly gives you, until your vision is hazy and the bed is messy and you can't think straight.

You have to eat whatever he serves you, drink when he tells you to.

Wear the things he sets out for you to wear.

Only then do you get to pet the dog.

And if you whine or complain about his rules? About how nice Izuku is being to you? Izuku won't hesitate to break you down.

Izuku will buy you a crate, a matching one for the one that he has for his own pup, and stuff you in it at night, next to your little pal that you love so much.

Maybe he'll even buy you a collar, get mean and nasty about how you've spent so much time with the stupid dog that you've practically become one.