BIG DOG ! 🐶
a / n : well , well , well . im back on my pet play bullshit but this time its 10x worse ! here's my puppy!emre :3c !!! everybody call him a good boy... (crossposted to ao3!)
— NSFW ⠀ : tags ★ , puppy!emre except he's a BIG dog ^^, excessive cum, knots, creampie, blahablahabalah smut smut smut, very obvious breeding kink from emre, sniffing kink???, freak4freak, also 3.5k words :>
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You were more of a cat person overall, but, seeing the poor little doggy on the side of the road truly pulled at your heartstrings.
You took him home, had him lay in your lap the entire ride. He was a cute little thing, like a husky but with dark reddened fur and two white patches that slide right underneath his tiny ears.
Once in a lifetime dog. He's yours now, you feed him, bathe him, water him, like he's your little baby. He has the tiniest barks too! Small yips that shake his whole entire body, it’s adorable. Cute little teeth match his barks, small canines that show whenever he yawns big before curling up at your side and nuzzling his head into your thighs.
The little dog stays by your side as close as possible, during walks he never steps too far ahead and never yanks on his leash. It’s a mystery why anyone would abandon such a good pup.
You’re laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as your doggy snuggles up against your chest, his eyes are stuck on your face as he lets out the smallest whine, gathering your attention.
You peek, “Hm? What is it?” you shuffle to lean up a bit, hand ruffling through the fur atop his tiny head, “Hungry? You already ate though..” you hum, and he closes his eyes. Guess he was just tired. You hope he doesn’t have some sort of sickness, but you had him checked at the vet already, despite how uncomfortable he looked afterward— it was all clear.
You pick his sleepy body up and lay him next to you, the both of you letting out big yawns as you plug your phone in for the night. It’s dark now, soft pattering on the window from the rain, in the background echoes thunder. Your puppy curls up into your neck, soft snores exiting from his tiny body as he snuggles, licking at his lips before effortlessly falling asleep. You fall asleep soon after.
Snore… “Guh..” ….Snooore… “Grrgh..” … Growling?
“Mmh.. you okay?” you ask without opening your eyes, ruffling his hair underneath your fingertips. Feels bigger than usual. Actually, a lot feels bigger. Bigger breathing against your neck, big.. Hands.. Lay against your waist, promptly squeezing whenever you wiggle.
You finally peel your eyes open.
You’re met with a stranger’s face who is sleeping soundly in front of you, dog ears twitching on his head as he snores, before baring his fangs in a tiny growl. You shriek. Rolling backwards off the bed with a loud slam which wakes the man up as he lets out a gruff… bark?
“Who the hell are you?! Get out of my house!!” you scream, scrambling for something to throw at him as he tilts his head.
“Whuh?” he shakes his head before scratching behind his ear with a hand with dark red claws, fur crawling up his forearm, stopping at his elbow. He says your name and your eyes grow even wider, tears welling up in your eyes as you’re one thousand percent certain– you’re getting robbed and stalked and murdered and, and–
“What’s wrong..?” he says, crawling over to you, pawing at your arm as you’re frozen.
“...Emre?” you whisper, like the name isn’t supposed to be his.
His ears perk up and his tail wags just slightly, laying flat on the bed, facing you with a more chiseled face you ever imagined the little puppy would have. What truly seals the deal is the two patches of white just beneath his ears. Emre leans his head down slightly, waiting for pets, like you usually do every time you both wake up.
You sink your hand into his shaggy hair, feeling him nuzzle up into your hand. He isn’t small though, so he pushes your hand up higher than ever before and you have to physically push down to keep it steady.
“Get up.” he says, now leaning back on his back, getting back into bed and nuzzling his head into your pillow, rolling ‘cutely’ onto his back, waiting for belly rubs. You get up from the floor, sitting beside him now as he looks at you, waiting.
“You’re big now.” you say, before laughing slightly, disbelief settling in your bones. Emre tilts his head again, looking at his body, then back at you, like this is normal for him.
You place your hand on his stomach, rubbing just above the patch of hair that you refuse to look below. He smiles lightly, and you give him a vague look.
“You can just, go human? Like, that?” you ask, thinking this is a dream, because there’s no way your puppy just became a grown man, who looks like he was chiseled from stone and made from Aphrodite’s chosen men.
He pouts for a second, “I could always do this,” he starts, before he lets out such a big yawn– that you can’t stop your eyes from landing on his sharp canines, his lips crooked as he yawns.
“I just, don’t because you give me all the food I want,” he smiles, with his crooked smile again, and you can’t help but smile back this time. You figure, if this is a dream, you might as well show your dream Emre, that you can treat him well human or not.
“Well, Emre,” you start, rubbing quick circles on his belly which makes him tilt and wiggle, just like he’d usually do, “you need clothes if you wanna stay like this.” He makes a soft growl in protest to that, but you insist on putting this big man in some clothes!
It’s been a day or two since then, and you refuse to believe this isn’t a dream, despite sleeping twice since then. He still lays next to you in bed, nuzzled neatly into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze at your waist.
Honestly, it’s getting overwhelming, and fast. First off, you have a grown man who sits beside you all day, curled up next to your lap or by your legs. He acts like a straight dog! You’ve taught him to eat out from plates, and how to use silverware, but he prefers bowls. Human bowls of course, but still! Secondly, he refuses to wear anything beyond black boxers around the house. To make it worse, it’s not like you can let him go outside, because he hates wearing anything on his chest.
You’re scared and nervous because, he was.. Is– one of those dogs who like to.. Hump things. He hasn’t done anything weird, but you’re nervous that he’ll wake you up by humping his clothed cock against your back, or your ass. Or maybe he’ll put it on your face? Grinding his big bulge against your face, as he whines for you to wake up and take good care of your dog like you’re supposed to? Or maybe you’re just insane.
Emre’s sitting infront your legs, your thighs sitting on his shoulders as you both sit watching TV. His head his leaning on your thigh as his tail whacks against the couch in a rhythm. ‘Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—’
“Whatcha wagging your tail for, Emre?” you ask and he turns to you with wide eyes, like he didn’t expect you to ask. He looks embarrassed, looking back at the TV, “You smell good..” he mumbles, the rhythm of his tail speeding up.
“Mmm? Is it my new soap?” you ask, sniffing yourself and he laughs.
“You’re ovulating.”
“Huh?”
He tilts his head back, until his hair tickles your tummy, “I said,” he breathes through his nose for at least four seconds, “You’re ovulating.”
His tail is whacking against the couch harder than before, and you forget what show you two were even watching. Maybe that’s why you keep thinking about him humping his dick on you, or maybe you’re just perverted, which is still possible.
“I, I am?” you question and he just nods, “Mhm, it smells.. Really good.” he squints for a second, running his hand up your leg, as he leans his head over to sniff against your skin. You watch as he turns his body to face you now, nuzzling his nose against your thigh, and sniffing a long line up to your panty-clad pussy. He sniffs loud.
You just watch as your breathing picks up, feeling your pussy quiver as he sucks in more air through his nose, his tail wagging so hard there’s a soft ‘whoosh’ noise accompanying it.
“Emre– cut it out, you’re being bad!” you finally shout out at him, but he doesn’t budge like he usually does. He pushes further, nudging his nose against your pussy despite your hand pushing at his forehead.
You swat at his head a few times and he finally backs up, looking up at you with panicked eyes as his tail lowers.
“What’s going on with you, Emre? You need to listen, okay?”
He just nods, still eyeing in between your legs as he places both hands on his…bulge.
You stare at him for a few seconds before he chooses to awkwardly stand up, his big body semi-hunched over as he breathes heavily, eyeing anything that isn’t you.
“I’m.. sleepy.” he says, and even to you it sounds like he’s unsure and he quickly retreats. He goes to nap in the bathroom for some reason, but hey, dogs are dogs.
You groan for a second, shutting your legs tightly, “Ugh..” you feel disgusting. Violated. But not in the bad way, like getting sniffed by Emre was actually the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You hate it. You drag yourself into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the TV off, you just lie in bed.
You writhe for a few seconds, praying that stupid heat between your legs goes away but it doesn’t. It stays, and it tingles inside you. He was definitely right– this is either you ovulating, or you being so horny from a dog.. Hybrid sniffing you that you could easily go and fuck the shit out of him right now.
But you don’t, because you’re lady-like, and ladies don’t fuck their.. Half-human dogs. Ladies stuff their hands into their panties and fuck themselves stupid on their own hands though. Ladies might even whisper the name of their half-human dogs as they cum, you know.
That’s lady-like.
You stay in your room all day, wondering when Emre would return. Not that you’re brave enough to go grab him yourself because you just masturbated your brain loose all because he sniffed your pussy.
In fact, you’re a bit thankful he doesn’t show up. Although, you start getting concerned when you’re laying in bed at his usual bed time, and he doesn’t show up. He doesn’t climb into your bed and shove his head into your chest, and he doesn’t hold onto you like you’re going to disappear in the morning– because he doesn’t show up.
Unfortunately for you, having him there is really comfortable, and having him not there feels awfully wrong. So you get up, out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. You’re nervous to see him, worried somehow he’s going to smell your pussy on your hand or something.
You really forgot dogs have great sense of smell, and that’s your fault but still, he shouldn’t have done that and neither should you have. You’re about to knock before you hear gruff growls coming from the bathroom, muffled. There’s something else too, something that sounds wet– and fast.
It’s been a few hours, and you’re worried about him.
He sounds hurt, soft whines coming from behind the door as he lets out half growls and soft whimpers. You opt for turning the door knob and opening the door.
You honestly don’t know why you did that.
You find him biting onto your towel as he nuzzles his head against the wall, his arm hooking his tail into his side as he fucks into his fist, cum dripping from his tip and adding onto the large puddle on the floor. There’s drool connecting his teeth to the towel, and he doesn’t even notice you’re there. He looks in pain, his hips thrusting wildly into his fist all the while he cums for whatever time this is.
“...Emre..?” you politely ask, and he looks at you before abruptly stopping, his hand shaking as he bites down harder on the towel, sniffing the air like a wild beast. You step closer, cautiously, reaching out to pet his head since that always calms him down.
He’s breathing so heavy, his body shaking as his tail vibrates despite him holding it down. He growls deeply, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat as he bares his teeth at you.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, I wanna help– are you okay..?” you ask, trying your hardest to ignore the most obvious cum pond he formed on the floor in front of him, even the wall has some splattered on it– his cock still dripping.
He leans closer, his ears flattening against his head before wildly twitching when your hand touches his head.
“God.. what should I do..?” you huff out and he steps closer, his boxers long forgotten as he tossed them in the sink. He groans as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, having to bend down to do so. His sticky hands are on your waist as he attempts to straddle your thighs– when that’s unsuccessful he presses his cock against your stomach— and humps.
God. He’s humping you. He’s rubbing his dick against your stomach and smudging his cum all over you as you just stand there, the towel still between his teeth.
“Emre..”
He whines, god he fucking whines at you.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay..?” you step back, and he holds tighter, growling louder. You run your hand through his hair, grabbing ahold of the towel in his mouth and he tugs back, you lightly tug and give him a stern look which in return makes him finally release it.
You toss it into the cum puddle, letting it soak it up, before you walk with Emre to the bedroom. You climb into the bed as he watches, his tail wagging behind him as his tongue lightly hangs out. He seems hesitant to climb into bed with you, although you tapping your pussy seemed to be enough for him to climb in bed. His tail thumps on the bed as he sits between your legs, reaching over your head to hold onto the headboard, nails digging against the wood.
“Smell so fucking good..” he growls out, rubbing his cock against your stomach, heavy balls resting on your clothed cunt. He thrusts slow at first before speeding his hips up, his cock swollen at the base as he fucks his cock against your stomach, dripping with pre cum already.
“Really?” you ask, grabbing the sides of your boobs and pressing them together which earns you a loud groan from him, feeling his hips stutter.
You’re honestly shocked by how fast he cums, shooting it all over your stomach and even hitting your chin as he continues to rut his cock against you. He cums with a long whimper that breaks into a longer growl, his eyes twitching and his tail stuttering as well.
He leans down closer to your face, licking at your cheek as he white knuckles the headboard, “Ghh,,” he starts, teeth grazing your face as he licks you harder, “I wanna— knot you..” he whispers against your skin, causing you to shudder.
“Is, is that like– safe?--” you stutter out and he doesn’t respond, just reaches down to your clothes with his two hands and rips them clean in half. You don’t even feel it honestly, it doesn’t shake you or anything, he just rips your clothes in half, leaving you naked on the bed.
He snickers, “..Sorry.” he says, giving you another lick before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, “I would buy you new ones, but unfortunately– dogs can’t work,” he chuckles out, nuzzling his forehead against yours. You sigh loudly, “I will be making this dog work,” you mumble before he presses his lips against your’s.
It feels nice. Nicer than you ever imagined, his lips are soft— a bit rough, but still soft enough that you sink into it. You moan into the kiss and he reciprocates, letting his tongue run sloppily over your lips, panting against your skin as he ruts messily into your clit.
“Just put it in—” you whine against him, hooking your arms around his neck. He nods, reaching down to push the head of his cock against your entrance. Your hole twitches around nothing, tiny bubbles of your essence running along his shaft. He exhales through his nose for a few seconds before pushing his hips forward, his eyes watching closely.
He watches your cunt swallow his cock, stretching to accommodate his size, leaking strings of clear ooze against him. Your pussy swallows him all the way to his knot, struggling to take him any further.
He lets out a low growl, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he attempts to steady himself, white-knuckling the headboard.
“You're so tight—” he hisses out, and you shake your head— “Nuh..mmhh.. it's just cause you're big.” you huff out, leaning your head back into the pillows as you hook your legs around his waist.
Emre digs his nails into the wood, tensing up his abdomen as he tries not to be a quickshot. He pulls his hips back, slowly. You let out a long moan, shushing yourself as you suck your lower lip between your teeth.
He fucks his cock back into you, his knot rubbing against your clit as the wind gets knocked out of you. He stays like that for a few seconds, feeling your cunt convulse around him before he picks up the pace. Roughly fucking his cock against your cervix, molding your velvet walls into the perfect mold of his cock.
You hiss, scratch— do anything to keep the noise down. He notices, scrunches up his nose before leaning down and running his tongue against your jaw before biting down just above your pulse, causing you to yelp— moans finally spilling from your gorgeous mouth.
“Don't— ngh.. fuck— Don't be quiet—”
He says roughly, grinding his cock against you before planting one of his feet against the bed, driving his cock into you at a better angle. It feels good, too good— you're aware of your climax coming sooner than you thought, but you don't try to fight it away.
You let out broken whines and strings of curses as you try to announce that your about to cum, only to feel him fuck you harder. Bruising your insides, making your body curl in on itself as you spasm around him and he shudders.
“Cumming? Good, fuck— so fucking good— oh my— god!” he groans out, gritting his teeth together as he mindlessly slams his fist against the wall.
Time slows. He lets out a particularly loud grunt, one of his eyes twitching shut as his hips slam against your's— balls twitching against your ass.
Your eyes widen as your cunt squirts against his pelvis, feeling your pussy become fuller and fuller the longer he stays still, trying his hardest to rock his cock deeper and deeper. You eye his pelvis, pubes stuck to yours.
He just, knotted you.
He's babbling atop of you, his eyes shut tightly as he grinds his fist into the wall, his other hand squeezing the wood so hard it nearly cracks under the pressure.
“Get fuck— fucking— pregnant,” he grins his crooked grin, fucking himself stupid in your cunt.
“Gonna get you so full of my pups— never gonna stop..” he huffs out, ears twitching as his tail vibrates against your leg, matching the twitches of his ears.
You push against his chest and he doesn't budge, emptying his entire load inside. Some of his cum slips past his knot and slobbers down your ass onto the sheets.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your overstimulated pussy milking him until you inevitably convince him to pull out, and he listens. He pulls out slowly, watching your cunt stretch around his knot, globs of cum dripping out despite his still hard cock filling you up. Once he pulls out, your cunt releases a tiny trickle of squirt, getting mixed in with the excessive amount of cum he released inside of you.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—
His tail wags loudly, as he still smiles his crooked smile, cock standing proud between his legs as he pants, “Can we go again?” he asks, curling up on top of you. He frowns when you shake your head ‘no’, you let out a deep sigh, “Later.. gimme a break, ‘kay?” you mumble, eyes heavy with sleep.
He lets out one whine before nuzzling into your neck, crushing you with his weight, “...Okayy..” he whispers against you, curling into your body as you use him as a weighted blanket, taking a much needed nap.
Maybe you were more of a dog person, overall.
a / n : :3c , should i make this a series? whats yalls thoughts! pls comment ^^ !!
