Hello! I'm Ven, otherwise known as Batz. I'm not new to writing but it has certainly been a while since I have posted my works for others to see. I am very excited to share my ideas here, whether they be shorter thoughts or longer-written bits of prose. Requests, opinions, and other comments are welcome within reason. Thank you for visiting my blog, and cheers!
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Your orc friend with benefits is such a tease. It’s sickening. Infuriating.
Not as infuriating as the way he calls your phone whenever he pleases, though, claiming he’s already three minutes away before strutting into your apartment as though he owns the place. He doesn’t even come over with the pretense of wanting to chat or spend time with you, instead almost immediately using his strong arms to cage you against the kitchen counter upon entry. Need t’fuck you . . . he’ll drawl in your ear as his hands are already finding your covered breasts, fondling them and teasing your already-hardening nipples as he all but shoves his tongue down your throat.Â
This always happens, you acknowledge, your head already fuzzy with pleasure as he somehow—without you realizing it—picks you up with ease, his muscles flexing in a way that practically makes you drool even though you’re hesitant to admit it before he practically tosses you onto your bed. He’s already peeling your clothes off, eager to sink inside you. You hiss as his thick cock stretches you out with little preparation, using the scant wetness that has already been building up between your thighs as lubrication to slot his hips against yours. No matter how many times the two of you do this, the sheer girth of his cock will cause you to gasp every time— the stretch causing a sharp sting while also being deliciously pleasurable. You feel so incredibly full with him inside you, what with his much larger frame trapping your body beneath his own as his hand presses against your lower abdomen to feel the bulge of himself inside you. With a grunt, he smacks his hips against yours, his thrusts almost punishing as his cock bullies deeper inside of you. You can take it, he coos almost cruelly, loving the way you squirm and moan beneath him, seemingly already lost in the overwhelming pleasure he is giving you. I know you can.
As much as he loves being inside you, he surely cannot let you forget that he’s simply using your body as his personal fleshlight. No strings attached, yeah? he huffs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, his cock pummeling your insides as you suck him in deeper and deeper with the wet sounds of slapping flesh resounding throughout your bedroom. You both know that’s a lie, though. He knows you want him, and he wants you just as much, if not more. It’s obvious in the way his dark eyes lovingly scan over your figure; desperate to see the pleasured expressions you make, his ears hungering for the sweet melody otherwise known as your cries of ecstasy. Why he refuses to simply admit this is beyond you, but you could care less so long as he continues to fill you so deeply.Â
He does exactly that, strong thrusts knocking the air out of you as you reach the very precipice of your climax much quicker than you’d like to admit. An expert at teasing you, he slows his thrusts, making you whine in frustration as they turn more shallow, the tip of his cock bumping against your puffy clit as his other hand begins teasing your nipples again. Frustrated, you wrap your legs tight around his muscled waist, pulling him closer with an almost challenging look in your eye as you silently plead with him to just stop teasing you and keep fucking you already. As much as he finds your irritation amusing, he also can’t help but grow impatient himself as his cock moves less forcefully inside you. With almost practiced ease, he uses his strong arms to pull you closer still, his hips beginning to pick up the pace once more as your head tips back in unadulterated ecstasy. Moaning, you reach out to grab his biceps, using them to ground yourself as white-hot pleasure flashes behind your closed eyes. With one last cry, you cum around him, thighs clenching and muscles spasming erratically as you pant and come down from your high. Not much further behind you, his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy before he finally buries his cock as deep as you can comfortably take him, painting your spasming walls white with his thick seed as his head falls back with a low groan.Â
Your walls suck him in, keeping him buried inside you even as you overflow with his cum. You stay like that for some time, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm before he finally pulls out of you with a wet pop and stands to clean and straighten himself. Unexchanged words pass between the two of you in a silent glance, recognition that things could be different if pride were simply pushed aside. Stretching his limbs, he quickly goes back to the less-caring persona he has crafted in order to guard himself, tossing you a towel and barely looking back at you as he bids you farewell and goodnight.Â
Jerk. You wanted to wipe that damn smirk off his stupidly handsome face. Your limbs already felt tired, but you still needed to clean up. Part of you wishes he had offered to stay a bit longer; whether it be to help you clean up the mess that was made on your sheets or simply hold you in his arms. Infuriating indeed, he is.
Your dog hybrid boyfriend is absolutely crazy for you, to an almost pathetic extent.Â
Your scent, your voice, your eyes— it all drives him insane in the best way possible. Sure, he can sometimes come across as overly clingy or excessively protective of you, but he swears up and down that it’s all for good reason. After all, he wouldn’t want anyone else stealing his perfect partner away from him. That’s why you sometimes let him get away with the not-so-discreet scent marking he often does, stealing your clothes and other belongings out of protectiveness and the need to show others that you’re off-limits to anyone besides himself. You’ve caught him more than once stashing away your shirts and underwear for “scenting” later, as he has told you himself on numerous occasions.
He must surely regard you as foolish, however, if he expects you to believe such a blatantly obvious untruth. You have caught him on more than one occasion huffing your used panties while furiously stroking his cock, trying to drown himself in your lingering scent as the angry-red tip of his manhood leaks milky, white droplets of precum onto your sheets. You regard him with disdain each time he cries, This’ll be the last time . . . or, I promise I won’t do this again . . . You know now to not believe him, to ignore his whimpers when you snatch your belongings away, to scold him fervently even when you acknowledge your own arousal at his lewd display that he undoubtedly also takes note of.
Honestly, he seems more like a puppy than anything when he gets like this.Â
With his sharp, striking features and tousled, unkempt hair, he catches the eyes of both passersby hybrids and humans alike. Undoubtedly, however, he is a mutt, a mongrel. Despite his tall, lean frame, he has always been the runt of his litter, as he has shared with you before, so being with you is ultimately the only time he can get his way with relatively few consequences. Perhaps that is why you let him do as he pleases. You recognize that he has been deprived of an outlet for his own desires for the large majority of his pup through adult life, so you let him off with a gentle scolding or particularly icy glare each time he does something that would otherwise incite a harsh admonishment.Â
Had you been blessed with patience tenfold that of a saint, you may have simply let him off with a firm warning or flick on the forehead upon the recurrence of these salacious incidents. However, given your position, your patience can only go so far. Just like anyone else, you also have a breaking point.Â
Once again today, you came home like usual, only to catch him wearing nothing but pulled-aside boxer shorts in the act of using your soiled laundry to pleasure himself. You had gotten so far used to pathetic displays such as this during the time he had officially decided to court you that, despite your annoyance, you were almost unfazed to find him partaking in such a provocative act. You practically hissed at him as you quickly snatched your used, now cum-stained underwear from him, remarking that he deserved to be ignored or pinched for his indecency. He whined as he received yet another almost-daily scolding from you, biting his bottom lip with his ears pinned back and his tail almost inquisitively thumping against the bed as you told him off for the umpteenth time this week. Even as you reprimanded him and falsely threatened to start locking your belongings away while you were gone, his swollen-red cock was still gripped in his fist, almost as if he half-expected you to put your reproach to a halt and offer to assist in his erotic endeavors.
He wanted you almost desperately, yet the ever growing anticipation he felt was just as pleasurable as the prospect of you agreeing to help him out. You were no idiot, you could tell what he was thinking, see it in the way he locked eyes with you rather than look away in shame. Part of you wanted to ignore him, make him beg for your touch, watch him squirm under your stern gaze; yet another part of you wanted to wrack his body with pleasure until he was an overstimulated, ruined mess. Perhaps that would teach him to not touch your things without asking, let alone use them while fucking his own fist.
Tentative fingers reached out to surround his cock, feeling the hot flesh in your grasp. You had barely even touched him, hadn’t even started stroking him when he let his head fall back to let out a low whine from the sensation, hips already threatening to jerk up as more of his essence oozed from the tip.Â
Yes, this is why you always let him get away with so much, you realize. Who wouldn’t want to ruin a cute, puppy-like dog hybrid that practically drools over you?Â
