thinking about how easily you could manipulate basement gee. he'd be so touch starved that a few sweet words and a bit of teasing would have him shaking at your knees, exactly where he should be :)
ray whimpering and apologising for being such a bad mutt but his knot is deep inside you. he keeps pulling you back onto him and cries out asking for you to not leave him. he bites your shoulders so hard every time he pumps into you, filling you to the brim. he cant stop crying each time he thrusts into you because he’s such a bad dog, but he cant help burying himself deep into you.
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you'd know your puppy, ray's rut was coming soon, but you hadn't expected him to jump ontop of you the moment you opened your front door, not even letting you take your shoes off before he tore off your pants, shoving your boxers off roughly.
ray was your dog, yes, but he was massive. bigger than you, stronger too. normally, he was so polite, such a good little puppy, always obeying and heeling, clinging to your every word for even a lick of praise.
that puppy was nowhere to be found as ray pinned you down and furiously fucked into your wet hole, face strained in concentration. you could hear his little whimpers as you groaned, “ray– fuck, you're such a bad dog. didn't even ask, j-just took. who trained you to be this bad?”
ray cried, tucking his head into the crook of your neck as he continued his punishing pace. “i'm sorry! i can't help it, please!“ you could feel his knot swelling. ugh, he'd always been a quick trigger.
ray shoved himself roughly into you over and over, tears spilling onto your still clothed shoulder. you could feel his tail wagging furiously when he finally shoved you down onto his knot, ignoring your protesting noises as he groans through his orgasm.
finally, it's over. or so you thought. you tried to pull off of ray and he immediately began sobbing, “no, please! i'll be good, don't go! i'm sorry, i'm such a bad dirty mutt..” he mumbled, pulling you back onto him, rutting his still-hard cock impossibly further inside of you. ray bit down on your shoulder, “don't gooooo,,” he whimpered.
“please, i'm a good dog, i promise,” ray sobs, his thrusts speeding up as his cum slowly drips out of you, knot slightly deflating, “i can't help it, 's too good!”
boyfriend!ray who likes to communicate with you in less verbal ways. He gets you gifts, flowers, that new vinyl you've been talking his ear off about - seeing you happy, even briefly, leaves him grinning from ear to ear for the rest of the day. He isn't chatty about it, but he really does love you.
boyfriend!ray who's a little obsessed with touching you. He loves pressing his lips against your cheek, your eyebrow, your forehead, your jaw, but his favourite place to kiss you is the corner of your mouth. He thinks it's so sweet seeing your lips quirk up afterwards. He equally loves hugging you from behind, burying his face in the side of your neck and in your hair, strong arms hooked around your hips.
boyfriend!ray who keeps a picture of you in his wallet. A dumb photo from when you first started dating. You hate it to this very day, but he insists you look so handsome. Sometimes you catch him looking at it with a small smile, and you make fun of him for it, which only makes him grin wider.
boyfriend!ray who's tried his best to teach you a little guitar. You begged him to teach you how he does it, you wanted to impress him; and by god he's tried, but you're just too distracting sitting on his lap like that! Most "teaching" sessions end with the guitar back in the case and the two of you doing something entirely different.
puppy!ray who whines when you pull his hair. He's on his knees, eyes trained on you as he eats you out like his final meal, his tongue tasting you. His movements are jerky, desperate to make you feel good - making out with your tdick and lapping at your heat. You yank his hair a little and he's spurred on immediately, groaning like you'd just sucked his dick.
His eyes roll back, jaw going slack on your tdick for a brief moment as you pull his hair again, harder this time. He's so hard it hurts, but he just needs more of you. Poor puppy can't help himself but not-so-subtly hump on your leg as he continues licking until he's crying, needing release - and even then he still begs you to cum on his face again.
puppy!ray who can't seem to control himself when it comes to you. Fucking your holes almost punishingly as he whines and barks and whimpers like an injured doggy. Always crying out apologies and trying to kiss your pain away even as he's pounding you, hips moving beyond his control. He can't help that it feels so good, you're just so perfect and so tight it drives him crazy.
Shoving his knot deeper and deeper into you until you're seeing stars, holding you down so you won't squirm. He's sorry, really he is. At least that's what he tells himself as he sobs and stretches you open.
"Oh b-baby I'm so sorry, I... hngh... S-sugar... 'm such a bad puppy, such a stupid mutt.. Ohh, ugh, yeah... g-gonna cum...~ keep squeezin' so tight on my c-cock, shit, I- I'm so sorry, I... uh~... fuck..."
