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You have a jealousy problem and a need to make your boyfriend submit in bed. Collars seem to be the solution.
CW: petplay, spitting, cunnilingus, overtstimulation, dacriphilia, switch behavior, PIV sex, breathplay/choking (not accurate), GN reader, dom reader, sub Rin, Reader being crazy jealous, slight Isagi slander (no hate to the goat), an author who is a little perverted mayhaps :3
As always read warnings!! I am not ur mother!!!
You’re in a bad mood. Which is admittedly less than usual for you since you’ve started dating Rin.
It’s easy to think that it'd be him in a bad mood, with him putting on the act of having a stick up his ass for an audience that includes every person on earth, but after knowing him a while most people can see through it with ease. Like a dog playing cat, he tries to mask his longing under an aloof disguise, but you can still see his tail wagging.
See, Rin is emotional, and any strong emotion Rin feels sort of melts into this raw carnality, a vibrating need for something desperate and physical. You think there must be some sort of connection there to why he looks like he’s inches away from fucking his rivals on the field, but you tactfully decide not to mention that to him. More so for your own jealous sake than his flustered annoyance.
Your irritation runs far deeper than the usual annoyances of stubbing your toe though, it’s more of a targeted anger at a certain striker who’s always hovering around your Rin.
So lately, you’ve been trying something new.
It took a while for you to coax it from him, but after a few stumbles, embarrassed protests and sheepish relentings, you’ve figured out a sort of system with him. One that sometimes relieves you from a sore morning after, (not that you mind that part really when you two have sex) but the main goal of you suggesting it is getting to show him how much he’s yours. To take all his worries and chase them away with your own pure carnality and to mark him in the way that he marks you.
He must notice you staring at him in the kitchen and he looks up at you with a look that’s equal parts cautious and embarrassed but he masks it with annoyance, though the effect is ruined by how soft he looks in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly mussed.
“What?”
You just smile, blinking at him, and he shifts annoyed and squirming.
“Stop staring at me.” He snaps eventually.
You approach then, as he furrows his brows, stepping arms length into his private space, but he makes no action, instead he just keeps looking at you, wary of your movements. So you gently reach out with your hand, your fingers brushing against his cheek and tracing down to his chin, gripping it lightly to tilt his head down, a soft smile on your face.
“Good boy.”
Audibly, his breath hitches and his eyes widen as he swallows, but you can see how he starts to sink back into his skin a bit more comfortable despite himself.
You watch him curiously, taking in his reaction to your words, a smile pulling at your lips as you feel the familiar spark of pride running through your veins. It's a heady rush of both power and lust when you see his large frame settle at just a few words.
Rin grumbles something then, something you can’t make out though the distance between the two of you isn’t very large and you tilt your head to hear him better.
“Hm?” You hum more than ask for a repetition.Your hand leaves his chin for a moment, pulling away and raising a brow, not trying to be mocking, but rather seeking an answer from his unintelligible mutter.
“I said, I’m not a damn dog.” He repeats louder. His eyes are averted and you can see the tips of his ears have turned a bit pink as he speaks.
“You’re not a dog.” You agree, your eyes soft. “You’re more than that.”
He looks a bit less embarrassed by the situation when you say that, a bit more willing to play his role as he looks back at you.
And it’s true, though he’s feral at times, Rin is not exactly a dog.
He’s a mutt.
A mangy thing that growls at outstretched hands, that feeds off of scraps and has lived by its own virtues and strength, once abandoned and hesitant to trust again, he prowls the streets his teeth bared, the only solace he allows himself being the distant warmth of the street lamp he sleeps under.
But a mutt is still a loyal creature, and so he seeks an owner despite himself, and when he finally allows you to put on his collar, you feel elation.
He’s your ragged stray so you love him dearly.
And it fills you with irritation when someone thinks they can just take or even reach out to pet him.
“Rin, do you want to listen?” You ask tenderly, softly, and are rewarded with a tentative nod, his eyes meeting yours still as he slowly lowers himself to the ground as if he’s sinking into it, sitting oh-so-prettily on his knees for you.
Your hand moves to start from the top of his hair down to the back of his head, tugging slightly at the locks there in a gentle manner and he lets out a small embarrassed huff as you run your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.
“Yes.” He says after a beat, realizing that you’ll only take this further if he agrees to it.
You smile, releasing his hair to crouch down to his level, your eyes sparkling. “That’s a good boy.”
He shudders at that, but you don’t make a move to comment on it, knowing that if you push your hand he’ll startle and spook away. Instead, you pull yourself up again, and speak again, in that gentle tone you use for times like this. “Do you want to go to the couch for me?”
Rin nods slowly, and moves to follow you up before you put your hand out, pausing him in his motions. You raise a brow at him, a calculating look in your eye.
“No. Crawl.”
He scowls at that, and he looks like he might stand anyway, or that he might just tell you to piss off, but he doesn’t do that. He’s a good boy, and he lowers himself back down for you, moving to position himself on his hands and knees, a bit hesitant– the first paw forward is always the hardest– before crawling.
You let out an appreciative hum as he crawls towards the couch, following behind him as he does so, watching his movements before sitting on the couch, looking down at him as he pauses on all fours below you.
Rin’s gotten better at this, taking orders has never exactly been hard for him when it comes from you, but ironically, it's harder for him when it's something he wants to do, born out of a sense of self denial when it comes to emotional fulfillment.
“Thank you for doing that for me, you’re such a sweet thing.” You praise, leaning down to tuck his hair behind his ear.
He’s silent, he usually is during these times, but you can tell that he likes the praise from the way he ducks his head a bit lower so that his chin hits his chest.
It’s familiar to you, the sheepish withdrawal of his head, the way he tilts his face so that you can’t see the expression on his face. It's cute that he always does this. But just because something is cute doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide.
“Look at me when I’m complimenting you. You’re being impolite.”
A somewhat stern tone leaks into your voice. It might seem harsh, but he gets rowdy if you aren’t tough with him. Being soft is what gets you flipped onto your back, and though the thought is equally pleasant, you were on a mission this time.
He tentatively looks up, a scowl on his face, but a dusting of pink gives him away. He tries to hide it but you can see how he shifts a little expectantly and waits.
“Sweet baby, you’re doing so well. Stay for me here okay?”
You coo at him pressing a kiss to his forehead before walking over to the bedroom, deliberately slowing your movements just to hear the frustrated growl come from his throat. You smile as you turn to him, a smile on your lips.
“You know how I feel about whining.”
He looks torn between launching off the floor to pounce on you, or staying in his spot. You can almost see the debate play out in his eyes, but you don’t stay to watch it. You have a feeling he’s going to be a brat today so you grab your favorite collar.
There was a time where Isagi had come over (much to Rin’s feigned disgust) and he’d asked when you both had gotten a dog. You told him you fostered sometimes, and you watched Rin nearly implode. But you caught the slight flicker in Isagi’s eye at the answer, the clink of a gear sinking into place and the aftermath gone in a second.
You left that leash out on purpose anyway. A smile on your lips.
He’s mine. Your smile said. Back off bowl cut, you lost.
You relished in the way his lips twitched downwards for a second. Normally, you weren’t so spiteful, but Rin is yours and everytime you see that stupid blueberry bastard smiling at him on that field you want to hurl your remote through the screen and into his face. But much as you will never understand Rin on the field, Isagi will never know what it’s like to fuck him and you take great care to flaunt that in front of him as he does to you.
You shouldn’t be so spiteful, your nails are digging into the leather and Rin’s going to start whining again. Plus, this isn’t supposed to be for you, it’s to help him, not quell your jealousy, even though you want to feel him inside of you deeper than he’ll be in anyone else.
So you pull yourself up, leash and collar in hand and make your way back to Rin, admiring the curve of his sculpted behind as he glares at you, his cheeks red.
“What took you so long?” He snaps.
Normally, you’d be more assertive with him about backtalk, but you’re slightly miffed still and Rin was still sensitive about this sort of thing.
“Hm? Wanna guess?”
You hum out, kneeling down after you push him to move back on his haunches. You move to tug at his hoodie, dragging it up slowly, and you press a kiss to every inch of skin uncovered. His chest is smooth and you can feel the way he trembles with each kiss. You can feel him poke into you already, half hard, but you don’t comment on it. Yet.
“I was thinking about having a good boy like you all to myself. Made me wet just thinking about it.”
You purr, and you can feel him shudder against you, and you smile before you finally pull away to look at him. You look at him for a moment, his sculpted form, the mole on his right hip where you love to bite and suck so it's always bruised. Always above where his underwear cuts off so everyone can see it in the locker room.
Rin’s face darkens in color as the blush spreads down his chest beautifully, and you can tell he’s about to snap at you again. Too bad for him, he used up his free pass.
You reach out and grab him by the cheeks with one hand, squishing his lips apart and moving to tower over him again.
“Watch it.”
He glares at you despite this, but you can tell he’s already giving in. Still, you’re not finished.
“Open.”
You say, and when he complies you spit a glob in his mouth. His eyes roll back for a moment at the taste and when he swallows you have to stop yourself from mounting him.
“Good boy.”
You praise again, letting your grip fall from his cheeks and to his neck as you move to fasten the leash and collar around him. It’s retractable, which should be uncomfortable, but Rin likes it somehow. You don’t exactly get it, but you have no problem indulging his whims especially because he refuses to say anything about them.
You tug on the leash then, making it tighten slightly around his neck and he jerks a little, gasping out. It makes you feel a little bit of glee, the look of flustered desperation in his eyes, and you can’t wait to make him cry.
“I love seeing you like this.”
He doesn’t get the chance to respond, though you don’t doubt he’d try to stammer out something scathing, but your lips pressed against his hungry and messy, stops the vibration of a protest.
You’ve been in this scenario before, many times, but feeling his lips on yours is a religious experience. It’s rough, his lips desperately pressing against yours in a brutal force, one that you welcome entirely as you part your lips for him, returning his fervor. His teeth catch your lips, nipping impatiently, as if pleading for you to return his affections in the only way he knows how. His tongue slips in, greedily exploring the cavern of your mouth as your hands slip up his chest, tracing the hard planes before dragging up to the back of his neck and fisting at his dark green locks. It’s messy and wet, and you find yourself lost in him, the only thing you process being the sensation of his lips and tongue devouring you whole and the popping smacks of your lips between the desperate pants huffed.
Eventually, you yank his head back, a vicious gleaming look in your eyes as you reach up to wipe the saliva from his lips and pop your thumb into your mouth, sucking up the liquid, but you squeeze your legs together when you see the way his pupils dilate at the action.
“Messy.”
The comment is soft, but Rin senses the edge in your tone and he starts moving to overpower you. A sudden lunge with his arms outstretched.
“No.”
You say harshly, yanking his leash and forcing his head down into the ground. You shove his face into the carpet, right between your open thighs, forcing him to smell your slick as though he can taste it. He growls, trying to pull his head up but you tighten the leash harder.
“Bad boy.”
You hiss out, the words making him still in a way that the leash can’t. You can feel the way he shudders beneath you, and you know you’re soaked.
“Should I tie you up and let you watch me touch myself?”
Rin shakes his head against the ground, a pained whimper leaving his lips. It’s the only threat that makes him listen, you remember he cried when you came in front of him without his help, though he’d deny it for the rest of his life.
“So you’re going to behave? No more being mouthy or rude?”
He’s silent for a moment, and you shove your clothed crotch against him, a promise of a reward to come if he behaves, and he swallows before nodding. Satistided, you let go of his head and let him pull himself up a bit. You can see the imprint of the carpet on his face and it makes you nearly lose your mind, though his eyes are more fixated on the imprint of your folds than his own face.
“... you’re going to have to earn it after that.”
You murmur, before moving to sit on the couch. You hook your fingers into your shorts and underwear, tugging them off in one smooth motion and he sits back on his haunches, drool dripping from his lips despite himself as he sees your slick folds. There’s a desperate hunger in his eyes that makes your toes curl and his breathing comes out a little heavier as the smell of your need wafts to him.
“Rin. Up.”
You instruct, tapping your thighs. He follows through, eager to please, and his hands settle on your thighs, staring at your core like it holds the secrets of the universe. And yet. He still doesn’t move, as much as you can see him straining.
“...it's hard isn’t it?”
You coo, pressing your foot against the bulge on his pants and he whimpers before swallowing the noise and glaring. It’s cute that he’s still listening though, so you excuse it a little.
“Rin g–”
You don’t get to finish the command, because he’s already moving to feast on you. A squeak leaves your lips as your fist grips at the leash, his tongue large and wet with saliva sliding along the length of you, all the way to your clit. Your back arches with a gasp and you tug him forward on accident with the leash.
The sensation must feel good to Rin because he groans into your skin before slurping you down like you’re the first good thing he’s had in a while. The noises are obscene, but you don’t really care, too busy rocking your hips to answer his lips.
“Ah– fu– Good boy–!”
You manage to praise through your moans, and you’re rewarded with a strangled noise and his mouth fitting over your entire vulva to suck your juices into his mouth. He dips his head down to get his tongue to flick in a different angle and you swear you’ve gone to heaven.
“S–shit–”
A curse leaves your lips as you start chasing after the high that’s building up, your hips rocking so that your clit hits his nose with every voracious lap of his tongue. It’s so good, you think you’re going to go to heaven with his technique alone.You accidentally buck into his face, but he’s too focused on your taste and he growls before he hungrily laps at your folds, his long rough tongue slurping obscenely again.
“Auuh– R-Rin–”
You fumble out, grabbing at the leash to get him back under control, but it feels to good to pull him back completely, and he’s fucking his tongue into your hole, moaning when you clench around his intruding muscle. Distantly you wish you tied him up, but when he sucks your clit into his mouth you nearly forget that you’re supposed to be in charge.
Nearly, but then you remember that stupid blueberry and you’re pissed again. You grab at his hair again, to pull him off, and you barely manage to yank him back, tears in your eyes from your own now missing pleasure. “Y-you’re being bad.” You stammer out, but your hands, trembling as they are, can hardly hold back all of his athletic prowess.
Desperately, you yank on the leash, breathing out a small sigh when he makes a hitched noise of a gag. His tongue flicks up again and you mewl for a moment, wondering if he’ll keep on going despite the lack of oxygen.
“Rin.”
You snap at him, loosening the leash, and finally, only then does he back off, his lips and chin dripping with your slick. He looks into your eyes and licks his lips, sinking further back onto his knees. His eyes are a little more feral now, a hunger gleaming in them as he pants and drools.
“...Messy.”
You repeat again as you wipe the side of his mouth.
“You’re such a messy eater. You act like I never feed you.”
Rin glowers at you, but you can see the way his length stiffens in his pants, the way he loves being talked to like this. Like he’s your property and your companion in a way no one else could ever hope to be.
You pause, “Hm? Should I feed you more?”
The speed at which Rin nods is comical, and you almost want to give in since you’re so horny and close to cumming. But you indulge him too much. He’ll get spoiled if you do everything he wants.
You lower your foot, pressing it down against the seam on his sweatpants and onto his aching sex. He lets out a sound that’s dangerously pitched and you smile, grinding your heel down further onto him. The slick of his precum is apparent, even through the soft cloth and you use it to help with the friction.
He whimpers.
You clench so hard you almost see stars.
“Fuck– you’re such a needy boy. You’re all worked up over this?”
It’s a little mean of you to bully him like this, but you can’t help it when he looks so cute and desperate, there’s a part of you that wants to just pin him down and suck him off until he’s sobbing, but you manage to reign it in.
Instead, you focus on working him over. The soft fuzz of his sweatpants contrasts with his painful hardness, and you curl your toes into the fabric, dragging your foot down the length of him and dragging it back up. His expression has lost all sense of embarrassment, and the flush on his face is only from the exertion of holding himself back, of submitting to you just to feel your foot through cloth.
“Do you need me to take care of you, sweet thing?”
You ask softly, and then you hum, dragging your foot up from his bulge to his lower stomach up to his chest and push him lightly.
“Roll over.”
It’s touching how quickly he rolls onto his back for you, and you’d spend more time savoring it if you weren’t already sliding off the couch and moving to mount him. You roll your hips against him slowly and smoothly. The heat of you against the most sensitive part of him makes him let out a punched out groan and you roll your hips again, watching his drool slide down the sides of his face.
“Good boy.”
You murmur, rocking steadily as he fights the urge to cum in his pants. You can tell from the way he digs his fingers into the carpet as if trying to stop himself from grabbing you and flipping your positions.
Regretfully, you pull yourself off of him, and he makes a noise in protest that’s quicklike soothed by your hand. Your hands slip down further then, running along his abs until they find the ridge of the elastic band, and you trace him in his boxers. You can see the way his cock lurches against the fabric, begging to be set free onto your touch.
“Don’t worry sweet thing, I’ll get you out.”
You whisper, feeling yourself clench around nothing for a moment before pulling both his boxers and his sweats down, releasing his dick with a groan from him as the air of the room hits his erection.
It’s beautiful. Wide fat head, dripping with pre, sliding down his shaft and over his veins to his base. You lick your lips, but you don’t waste too much time. You’re also getting impatient.
With a grunt, you hoist yourself back up with your hands on his chest, hovering over him as you wait for him to look at you. From up here, you can see the way the lights reflection makes him look even more puppish.
“Rin, beg.”
You command.
A breathless noise leaves him and he chokes the word out with a rough noise.
“Please!”
With a satisfied smile, you drop yourself down on him, mewling when the head breaches your folds. He bucks his hips up to sheath himself entirely, but you stop him, yanking up on the leash. His head tips back, a strangled noise leaving him before he crits his teeth. You can see the smooth lines of his chin, and the thick of his Adam's apple. You nearly cum from the sight.
“No.”
You say softly, holding until he relaxes.
“Stay.”
The command is sharp, but its still soft, especially after you slowly lower yourself down again to take in all of him. You can feel every vein rub against you, and where the fat of his tip presses against the spot that has you seeing stars for a moment. When you finally settle on him, everything feels right. This is where he belongs. Over you, under you, either way, in you.
You look down almost dreamily, and you blink when you see the wet on his face.
Crying.
He’s crying.
You clamp around him, and you both moan. God, he’s yours, your perfect precious boy, crying just from finally having you. It’s so cute, you want to keep torturing him, but it's so sweet you want to baby him.
“Oh– you feel so good, right here. Inside me.”
You whisper, pulling his hand up to press against the bulge in your lower stomach. He chokes on a noise and you smile as you slowly start to pump yourself up and down.
“Sweet boy.”
You coo, your walls feeling the friction of every drag against them, the vibrations from the moans he makes.
“Good boy.”
He lets out a whine at that, something so uncharacteristic of him, your heart swells and you clamp around him again.
“Rin.”
Leaning down to his ear, you whisper.
“Cum.”
His eyes snap open wide at that, a startled gasp leaving his lips. He doesn’t want to cum, you know that, and yet you still feel him clench up, still feel the way he empties into you, still feel the way his spent fills you up and spills down your thighs.
“Good boy.”
You say with a tiny smirk.
Rin’s face is filled with pure distressed anger, a furrowed brow and an indignant set to his open mouth. You laugh, until he grabs his collar and rips it in half.
There’s a silence for a moment as you both stare at the leather in his hand before he suddenly lunges up and grabs you, making you squeak in shock as he folds your knees up to your head. Your positions suddenly swapped, his still soft cock slams against your sweet spot, a strangled cry leaving your lips as you clench around him. He makes a noise of painful arousal.
“Bad–”
“Shut up.”
Rin says coldly, and he slams his cock back in against you, hissing even though it's still sensitive for him. He chokes on a noise, his eyes watering furiously as he ruts into you, reducing you into a moaning whimpering mess.
“Fuck–” He curses out, slamming himself despite the squeezing drag of for your warm walls around him. You aren’t faring any better, you were so close to cumming, and now he was here, greedily rutting his hips to a spot that makes you clench with every hit.
“Ah–!” The breath leaves your lips, or maybe it's a scream, you can’t tell. All you know is that you’re seeing pitch black, and all you can’t hear a thing but your own voice.
Or you thought it was your voice. You realize that it's Rin’s as you slowly blink yourself back to reality, seeing the parting of his lips. He collapses into you, and you catch him in your chest, your arms coming to cradle his head.
Both of your breaths are heavy and laboured, but eventually the soften into something quieter, a pool of exhaustion. You part your lips after a lapse of silence,
“...you really wanted to make me cum that bad?”
There’s a smile in your voice that ticks him off, his face suddenly flushing as he buries himself more into your chest.
“Shut up.”
This one is softer though. You smile softly.
“When I wake up, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” He vows solemnly.
Rin’s being truthful. He’s probably going to chase you around the house and corner you before he bends you over. But you don’t think you mind somehow.
