Summary: a young guy named Sid meets his roommate, a tboy pup named y/n (your name). The two share a space, getting along and getting to know each other very well.
A little nervous but still so needy, you sit up on the couch and strip off your pants, leaving you in your boxers.
“Oh, how cute. Look at you, getting ready for me with a smile,” Sid coos, his hands feeling along your tummy. “Good boy.”
You can't help but whine and whimper, laying back and letting your hips desperately buck up to meet his hand.
“Ah, ah, ah. You're such a needy pup,” Sid teases. “You really want it, huh? Maybe I… feel this…”
His hand moves to your boxers, feeling along your puppy parts and the most sensitive spots.
Your hips grind against him, your legs already weak and eyes glazed over.
“Look at you, so mindless. Good boy.”
Sid's fingers rub along your boxers, his thumb pressing on that spot he knows will keep you needy.
Your voice grows louder as he touches and teases you, his eyes wandering over your body while his free hand holds your hip.
“Mnn, good boy. So needy and cute,” Sid taunts. “Does the good puppy need more?”
“Y-Yes…” you choke out, moans and whines overtaking normal words. Sid laughs and kisses against your tummy.
“Mwah. Such a good pup.”
Moving his fingers faster, Sid leans in and gently teases outside your boxers with his tongue.
“Mnn… So cute… Perfect to tease…”
“Sid,” you whine, too needy to keep still.
In your daze, your hands move to the rim of your boxers, begging Sid for more. He chuckles with a kiss to your tummy.
“Needy, huh? I'll gladly take these off you if you'd like.”
“Y-Yes… please…”
Watching your eyes, your glazed and wide eyes, Sid smiles and grips onto your boxers. He swiftly pulls them down your legs, guiding your thighs over his shoulders.
“Ready?”
“Yes…”
Without a minute wasted, Sid dives in and tastes you like a starving man.
Your head falls back, hands in his hair and mouth hanging open as he licks and sucks so much better than you could even imagine.
“Mnn… Ah… Y/N… So good…” Sid praises in between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping himself trapped.
“Fuck, yes… Yes…”
His eyes flutter closed as he tastes you, head buried and mouth drenched in your slick. Your thighs close, clenching around him and holding Sid tighter. He takes it as the encouragement it is.
You can feel his hands grab at your thighs, tongue buried between and moving fast.
“Fuck yes… Good boy… Mnn…”
Sid pulls back for a moment, breathing heavy as you do the same.
“Heh… You seem happy. Don't worry, I'm not done yet.”
Swiftly, he sinks his fingers in your puppy parts, feeling the slick and moaning in enjoyment.
“Oh buddy… Yeah… You like this, don't you?” Sid chuckles, moving his fingers faster.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a bark. “Yes!”
“Oh yeah? My good boy loves the attention, huh? More?”
Without an answer, Sid fingers faster, making your hips grind into the feeling.
Your hands lay limp on either side of you, your legs trembling and breathing shallow. The feeling is too good to resist.
“Mmm… Such a cutie,” Sid praises once more. “You're really enjoying it. I'm so glad.”
Without another yip, you can feel yourself reaching your breaking point and it all goes hazy.
Finding your strength, a while has passed. You sit up quickly, suddenly wearing Sid's shirt and your boxers are back on too.
“Sid?” you ask, looking for him in the dim room. Did he really leave?
“Y/N, you're awake!” Sid shouts, coming out of the bathroom behind you. He rushes to your side, hugging you tight and kissing your cheek.
“How do you feel, pup? Do you need anything?” he asks, holding you close.
You shake your head, hugging him back and meeting his kisses with one of your own.
“I'm ok…”
“Good. After you… well… you fainted from it. Maybe I did too much?”
“No, it's ok. It was great, thank you so much.”
Seeing you smile makes him hold your face, your lips locking once again as he moans into your mouth.
Summary: A trans guy barista, Y/N, meets a bartender from their cafe's nighttime competition. Soon they realise that whatever their bosses have going on doesn't have to affect them after hours.
Cups broke as they hit the floor, falling from the top shelf.
“Y/N!” your boss shouts, hearing the crash. Fortunately it wasn't you, you weren't even close to the kitchen, but it's too late.
“Y/N, did you hear me?! What was that?” your boss berates, arms crossed and brows furrowed.
“It wasn't me! I promise, I didn't-”
“It's always you!” he interrupts. “You want to get paid? Clean it up.”
Minutes turn to hours as you move between sweeping glass to wiping tables to packing away spare food from the bakery to…
“Y/N! Come here,” your boss shouts from the staff room. All you can do is rush.
“Yes?”
“You're closing tonight,” he explains. “Take the keys and don't forget to pass them to the night guys, got it?”
“Yeah, got it.”
Hours pass.
Finally, night shift staff show up and you can pass on the keys then leave.
As you step outside, the cold air hits you then the infamous smell of the bar across the street. Every night when you're done, they're opening up. Even so, you've never been in.
Watching from the street, you spot the bouncers outside doing their job and letting the right people in before one of them elbows the other. They both look at you.
“Hey, barista! Come over here,” one calls out over the club music.
“Come on! Get over here, we'll let you in,” the other shouts.
Weakened from work, you can't be bothered to fight it. Part of you really needs a drink or snack or just something.
You watch for traffic then cross the road, approaching the two bouncers with a nervous wave.
“There we go,” one of them chuckles.
“You can spare us a visit, can't you?” the other teases.
Even if it's not genuine, you feel better talking to these two. In a quick move, you dig into your pocket and show the two your ID.
“Oh, ok… So you are old enough, you just never visited?” one bouncer jests.
“Come on in then, get comfy,” the other says as you're handed back your ID and let inside.
Walking in, you head straight to the bar, sitting down and leaning your head down. The music is loud but nothing too bad, and the crowd as well.
Your eyes follow the staff, how they pour drinks and talk to the customers. One especially catches your eye, you know that face.
He pauses, spotting you staring at him and he gasps.
“Oh, wow, it's you. Y/N, right?”
“Uh, yeah…” you murmur, blushing a little.
“I remember you from across the street. You're a great barista,” he compliments.
“Thanks. I remember seeing you there.”
“Do you remember my name?” he teases, smirking gently.
Looking back, you were the one who wrote on his drink.
“Uh… Cadence?”
“Hey, look at that. Well done.” He smiles warmly. “But you can call me Cade.”
His voice is soft, comforting, and so kind you can't help but smile.
“So, what can I get you?” he prompts.
“Oh… Just something simple.”
“Simple? It's a Friday, why simple?”
He is right. It's Friday night and you don't have work tomorrow.
“Can I have ginger beer? On the rocks… please,” you ask.
Cade chuckles, “No problem, we've got plenty.”
Hours pass and a few drinks later, it's getting later into the night and closer to 11 pm.
“Enjoying yourself, cutie?” Cade teases, gently poking your cheek.
“Yeah. Thanks, Cade.”
He smiles softer, walks around the bar and pats your shoulder.
“No problem, Y/N. It's on me, ok?” he insists.
“No, no, I can pay-”
“Nope,” he interrupts. “This is a treat from me.”
“Really? You don't have to, I wanna repay you.”
Cade pauses, a small smirk on his face.
“Yeah? You can repay me later, my shift is almost up anyway.”
Heading behind the bar again, Cade slides you a refill for your drink and winks before walking off.
Soon enough, you're out of your treat and Cadence is back.
“Hey cutie. I'm surprised you're still here, it's late,” he teases.
“I wanted to thank you,” you admit.
Cadence walks around the bar, jacket on and hair down. He steps up close, on arm on the counter next to you as he laughs.
“You're so sweet, Y/N. You wanna treat me back?”
“Yes please.”
“Then let me get you home safe and we can go from there.”
Driving you home, Cade keeps one hand on the wheel and the other holds yours.
Your eyes look over at his, your fingers intertwined and body heat mixing in the car's air.
As you reach your apartment, Cade stays close to make sure you're alright.
“You didn't have to walk me to the door.”
“Of course I did, I said I'd get you home safe,” Cade chuckles.
Standing in your doorway, you turn to face him. Hands holding each other again, his eyes look to your lips.
“Y/N… You look so sweet when you smile.”
“Thanks.”
He steps closer, letting his hands let go and grab onto your waist. A short gasp leaves you, then your heart takes over.
Leaning in fast, your lips almost meet. Almost.
“Woah. Moving fast, are we? Are you drunk?” Cade teases, knowing you haven't had alcohol.
“Sorry, I…”
“Do you want a kiss? Is that your treat for me?” he prompts, his hands holding your waist tighter.
“Mhm.”
Cade leans in close, and your lips properly meet, your hands moving to his neck. Your mind blanks, hands moving on each other, lips locked.
“Mnn, Y/N… Hang on, hang on,” Cade mumbles. He steps back and pulls away, smiling as he wipes his lips with his thumb.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he starts. “But I gotta get home, ok? Sorry, Y/N…”
Your shoulders slump, eyes watering as you turn away from him. Just as you're closing the door, he steps inside just enough to stop you.
“Wait, Y/N..! I loved the treat, ok?” he blurts out. “We should hang out sometime and maybe I can repay you,” he offers.
Your eyes light up, both hands grabbing onto his jacket.
“Yes please!”
“Woah there, babe. Didn't realize you'd like it that much. So cute,” Cade sighs.
Summary: You end up at an office job in the city, struggling to pass as a trans guy, feeling like an outcast until another man shows you how to be yourself
You stepped into the office earlier than anyone, hoping to get a headstart. Little did you know, being early wasn't enough.
Sitting at your desk, a few older guys walk past you.
“Oh, look at that. You must be the rookie, huh?” one questions. His brows furrow, his eyes roaming you.
“What's with your hair?” the other teases.
“And are you wearing… makeup?” another adds.
Soon enough, the three are dissecting your whole appearance: the longer hair, the subtle contour on your cheeks, the softer lips.
“You're like some femboy, aren’t you?” the leader cackles, the duo behind him following suit.
“No way! I bet he's super gay too,” one adds.
“Totally,” the other agrees.
Everyone else is either ignoring them or you. Except one. His eyes squint in your direction, you just hope he can't tell, hope you pass to the three in front of you. But it fails.
One of them grabs your arm suddenly, making you squeak in that painfully feminine voice you still have.
“What the?” His words falter, then a cruel smirk forms on his lips.
The trio drag you away, each holding onto your arms.
“Hey! Let me go!” you protest.
“What's wrong? Think we wouldn't notice?” the leader cackles again, his buds laughing along.
“Where are you taking me?!”
“Where you belong!”
With a shove, you're forced into the girl's washroom and into a coworker. She screams, not at all expecting someone to be outside the door–let alone a man.
You apologize over and over, pleading so she understands, but it doesn't land. She's already gone.
The trio of men behind you keep shoving. One finds a chair out in the hall and tilts it to fit under the door handle, locking you inside the girl's room.
“Hey! Let me out, you assholes!” you shout, banging on the door, but all you hear is distant chuckles.
They're walking away.
Minutes feel like hours until any noise comes from the other side. You can hear someone grunt, the chair legs sliding on the floor, then the handle turns.
“N-No wait!” You try to protest, hoping not to scare another lady, but as the door opens you see it's the same guy who was watching earlier.
“Hey, hey… It's alright. Come on, you're not late yet,” he assures you, his hand reaching for yours.
You pull away. “No! I… I don't believe you…”
“I understand,” he starts. “Please just come back to the office, our department head isn't here yet so technically you're still early.”
“What's it to you?” you retort, breathing heavy and feeling your eyes water.
He can see it too.
“I know what it's like. Please try to trust me,” he whispers, gently taking your hand in his. “I know it's hard but… you've got me, ok?”
His words are soft, honest, and too kind for you to handle. Your eyes well up, tears flooding your face as you fall against him.
“Shh. I know, I know. But those jerks don't decide who you are. You do.”
He holds you closer, both arms around your waist as he nuzzles your cheek with his.
“You're a guy, it's ok. You don't have to be all buff and stoic to show it.”
Falling further into his arms, your own wrap around his neck, his muscles holding you up. He's so strong.
“Thank you,” you mumble into his shoulder.
He chuckles against your neck, “You're very welcome, handsome.”
Handsome. That one word makes your heart skip a beat. It makes you feel a little braver too.
“You're handsome…” you gently tease, the playfulness not quite reaching your voice. Even so, he gets it.
“Thanks, man.” He smiles bright. “Oh, I'm Kyran by the way.”
“Y/N…”
“Y/N,” he repeats. “How cute. Just like you.”
All the teasing has you blushing, only encouraging him.
“Hey now, no need to be shy. I like seeing that smile of yours.”
His hands grip your waist and under your chin. With a glance at his watch, he smiles more.
“We've still got time,” he assures. “Who wants a little gift? Think of it as… a welcome.”
“I… I want a gift,” you whisper, gazing at his lips.
He sees right through you, both hands on your back as he leans in, kissing you deeply. Your own hands grip his sleeves as your lips let his roam freely.
Just as quick as it started, he pulls away, leaving you empty.
“W-Wait… but…” you whine, trying to pull him back to you.
“Hehe, I know. I know, bud, trust me. That felt great, but… we have work to do.”
Just as you're about to protest again, he kisses your neck.
summary: a young man, Sid, and his tboy roommate, Y/N, have been getting along well after meeting in their apartment together
Content: ns4t, petplay, praise, making out, sex implied
Chapter 1 • Part 3
Breathing heavy, you straddle Sid's lap as the two of you kiss. Deeply tasting each other, his seed still on your tongue, his hands now on your thighs.
“Mnn, Y/N… You taste great, pup,” Sid gasps between your lips. You can't help but grab onto his neck, holding him closer as you make out.
“Sid…” you whisper, his lips slowly pulling away.
“Yes?”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, both eyes focused on Sid's. His hands slide along your legs before cupping your ass.
“Something you want?” he prompts, smiling in a smirk. You nod.
“Can we… you know…”
“You want to go all the way?” Sid questions, his hands moving to your hips.
“I mean… Are you sure? We were… pretty loud and…”
“We could get caught…” you finish for him, standing up with a long sigh.
Even so, Sid grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his lap, your back to his bare chest. A simple “shh” is whispered in your ear before he starts feeling your chest.
You can't help the little whines that leave you, the way your thighs rub together as he teases through your shirt.
“S-Sid, I thought-”
“I know, I said we'd be caught,” he interrupts. “But you seemed so disappointed.”
His hands grope and squeeze, wrinkling your shirt as he secures your chest in his palms.
“No binder?”
“I… Yeah,” you mumble, a little embarrassed that he noticed.
Sid laughs gently in your ear.
“Better for me than. Take off your shirt if you like, ok?”
You do so as soon as allowed, leaving your own chest bare and vulnerable.
Sid's hands climb up your sides before settling on your skin. A soft moan leaves you both.
“Your hands are so warm.”
“And you're very soft.”
A few little whimpers slip through as you try to stay quiet, knowing anyone could hear you at any moment.
All the while Sid grows hard underneath you, his body heated from the sounds of your pleasure.
“Sid… More please,” you beg in a whine.
He chuckles right next to your ear, both hands stilling on your chest.
“Yeah? You want more, pup? Bark for it.”
You do as told, letting out a yip in response. Sid coos, “Good boy. You're so cute.” And his hands move again.
Mindless from the motions, your own hand makes its way to his bulge. He gasps but doesn't object, letting you palm and tease him back, growing harder from it.
“Dirty mutt, touching me like that,” he chuckles, his hips grinding along your hand. Your lips can't hold in your enjoyment.
“Mnnn… Sid.”
“Go on then. Take what you want,” he offers.
His hands move to either side of him as he leans back, giving you full access to his body.
Your hand slowly pulls down the rim of his boxers, revealing his hard shaft to the open air.
“Oh wow…” you gasp, watching it stand erect and throb.
“Heh… You like it, Y/N?” he taunts, stroking the hard length while watching your expression.
“It's so big…”
“Yeah? You wanna feel it right?”
“Yes please,” you beg, both hands on his chest. “I-I want it so much.”
Sid smiles and guides you to lie down, his hands on your hips and thighs.
desperate mutt rolling their hips on their owner, begging for proper stimulus while their owner just teases. pulling the leash tighter, rolling their own hips upwards, cooing at the needy dog on top of them.
Summary: a young guy named Sid met his roommate, a tboy pup named y/n (your name). The two share a space with all the privacy they need.
Content: ns4t, petplay, praise, blowjob, cussing
Chapter 1 • Part 2
It started slow, your mouth moving over the tip as he leaned back with a deep moan. His hand guided your head, his hips moving up with every move you make on his dick.
“Fuck, Y/N… That feels good,” Sid whines, his grip getting tighter in your hair.
You let out a little whine in response, your mouth too full to let out words.
As your throat takes him deeper, his voice dries on his tongue.
“Yes, fuck… Keep going. You're doing so good,” he whispers, his hips bucking up more.
The room fills with the sound of your sucking, the way you whimper when he holds your neck and leans you into his lap.
Without thinking, your hand runs along his abdomen, making him moan more.
“Y/N… Mnn, you're so good. Such a good pup.”
The praise makes your heart skip a beat, your teeth grazing the thick shaft between your jaws.
Sid gasps, the bit of pain making him whine more, louder.
“Yea, yes..! Such a good boy… Ah,” he moans in between his gasps, both hands guiding your head.
Sid stares in your blurry gaze, letting his head slump back as you speed up again and again.
“Oh Y/N… You're such a good boy, sucking me like this…” he praises and coos, letting you go even faster on his dick.
In a split second, his hips buck up until your mouth fills, his pleasure reaching a peak.
“Fuck..! Ah…”
His head lays limp behind him, eyes closed and body heavy. You slowly pull back, swallowing his load before catching your breath.
Summary: a young guy named Sid meets his roommate, a tboy pup named y/n (your name). The two share their space while attending university, living in their own home with all the privacy they need.
Content: ns4t, shirtless, undressing
Chapter 1 • how they met
Sid walked in first, looking around the space. He's not sure what to think, he's never been in residence.
Walking in further, he spots… a chew toy? It’s covered in deep marks, clearly bitten to hell and back.
Just as he picks it up, the front door opens behind him. It's his new roomie, Y/N.
“Sorry, that's… mine.”
“Oh, uh… Here,” Sid stutters, handing you your chew toy with a smile.
As he holds it out, you take it with your teeth, startling Sid.
“Oh…”
“Sorry,” you mumble, toy still in your teeth.
“No, no, it's ok. I… don't really mind,” he says.
“Really?” you gasp.
“Yeah. What's your name anyway?”
“Y/N. And you?”
“I'm Sid.”
And he's so nice, smells so nice, looks so… hot. Your mouth hangs open a little, chew toy falling into your hands as you feel your tail wagging behind you. Sid chuckles.
“Enjoying the attention?”
“What?”
“It's ok, I'm sure it's nice.”
Sid reaches out his hand, smiling at you. You lean your face closer, letting him hold your chin. His nails gently scratch your skin, his thumb near your lips as your tail wags faster.
“Yeah?” he coos. “You like that?”
Nothing but a little whine leaves your throat, your ears closing as you get more chin scratches.
Sid steps closer, and closer, both of his hands holding you now.
He coos and chuckles as he moves his hands to your hair, scratching your head gently but so so good.
In a split second, you let your own hands find his chest, grabbing at his shirt.
“You're a friendly one, huh?” Sid chuckles, stepping even closer. “How cute.”
He moves one hand to your waist, the other under your chin. Your eyes meet, yours moving from his gaze to his lips.
“Sid,” you whisper, his hand holding your waist tighter. Then he pulls away.
“Heh. Not now, I haven’t unpacked yet,” Sid teases.
He walks off, booping your nose gently before walking off to his bags, leaving you standing on your own and needing more.
Hours pass.
You and Sid are on the couch, his hand by your leg as you watch a movie together, it slowly getting dark out.
With a yawn, your head falls against his shoulder. Sid wraps his arm around you and gently tugs, pulling you closer.
“Comfy?”
“Mhm.”
As the movie comes to an end, your head slips, falling onto his lap. Sid just smiles and pats your head.
“Sleepy?”
“Yeah,” you chuckle, leaning your head into Sid's lap.
“Y/N…”
His eyes dart away, a soft gasp leaving his lips. Under your head, you can feel him growing, his hand slowing in your hair.
“Hey, uh… sorry about… that.”
“No, it's ok…” you murmur, your eyes meeting his.
Rolling over, your cheek lays on his bulge, making him moan quietly.
“Y/N… You're on my…”
His words halt as you move again, his hand freezing in your hair and holding your head down, keeping you close.
“Sorry, uh… Y/N, I just…”
His lap gets warmer and warmer, his hand in your hair keeping your face close to his bulge, making your need grow.
“Look, Y/N…” he starts, his words soft. A long sigh leaves him. “Look… I just… Is it ok if I… unzip a bit? It's getting… tight.”
Your eyes go wide, your hands holding his pant leg as you nod slowly.
Sid leans back, slowly unzipping his fly until his boxers poke through.
“This is… embarrassing,” he laugh nervously, his hands to either side of him. You laugh a little too, scooting closer.
“Is that… better?” you ask quietly, your eyes on the view.
“Yeah… It is.”
“Is there… anything I can do?”
Sid chuckles warmly, one hand cupping your cheek.
“Y/N, I- You don't have to.”
“But… I can. If you want, I mean…”
He stands up, his hands moving to his belt.
“If you're ok with it…”
“Mhm.”
You watch as he undoes his belt, fully unzipping his pants and letting them fall, revealing him in his boxers.
You can feel your tail wagging as he pulls off his shirt as well, leaving himself open to you, before sitting back on the couch.
owner who praises and degrades at the same. calling you a slvt like a compliment. pulling you back just to whisper how good you are.
owner who'll spank you because you like it. making you arch your back with one hand so the other can please you. teasing your puppy parts because owner loves how needy you are.
big man leaning on the door frame, watching his mutt sleep through the day. in his sleep, the mutt mumbles his owner's name.
owner walks over, petting the mutt before slowly peeling away the blanket, revealing the mutt in just a pair of boxers and still mumbling for his owner.
well he can't just leave his mutt all needy, can he? so the owner gently teases the mutt's puppy parts, making him squirm and beg in his sleep.
when the mutt starts sleepily slipping off the last of his clothes, his owner knows what he wants and they both know he'll get it.
a mutt and a pup frotting as their owners watch, both dogs collared without a leash, the mutt wearing a muzzle so he can't bite and hurt the pup.
of course, the mutt still tries while the pup is told to top them as if he can. as if he isn't already pinned down.
the owners watch from the side, stroking slowly and edging themselves to the pathetically adorable dog boys trying to manage a proper moment on their own.
