This is my first time posting an actual story I've written, so I'm not sure the correct formatting and such to do, I'm just going off of memory from how I've seen people posting fanfics lmao
I think people usually put word count and basic content, so here's that stuff:
puppy play, pet names, blowjob, a wee bit of shoe humping, one use of Daddy, quite a few pet names, trans male sub/bottom x cis male Dom/top, soft Dom, a little exhibitionism (secretly playing while in a video meeting, not caught), teasing, cum in mouth, a tiny bit of cum play if you squint
Also it's been like 5 years since I've given a blowjob, so apologies for any inaccuracies there, I tried my best.
Also also sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I did proofread it once, but y'know, not likely to catch everything.
I take a shaky breath and raise a hand to knock on the door of his home office, feeling bad for interrupting his work, but remembering his words he often repeats, always telling me I was more important than work, and to come to him if I need anything.
I hear his smooth voice call from inside, telling me to come in, so I crack the door open and peek through. He had swiveled his chair around to face the door, greeting me with a warm smile, which turns to a concerned frown when he sees my nervous demeanor.
“What’s wrong, love?” He queries, as he gestures to me to enter the room. I enter and shut the door softly behind me, even though it doesn’t really matter, no one else lives here. I turn back to face him and clasp my hands anxiously in front of me, not looking directly at him, as I walk further into the room towards him.
He holds out his hands to me as I get closer, reaching out to gently grasp my nervously fiddling ones, lightly tugging them apart to hold in his warm larger grasp, giving an affectionate squeeze.
“What’s on your mind, baby? What do you need?” He prods gently, leaning forward slightly to try to catch my eye, not forcing it though. I glance towards his face, not making direct eye contact, I stare at his mouth instead, but it’s close enough for him. He smiles at me warmly, tugging me a step closer with his grip on my hands, till I’m standing just between his spread knees.
I flick my eyes to his for a moment, then lower them to his mouth again, taking a breath to speak. “I don’t know, I was fine, but then I started to get… Sad, I guess? And then I wanted to be with you, but I didn’t want to interrupt your work, but then I remembered you always tell me to interrupt if I need you, and I needed you, so I came to see you. But then I got anxious about being a bother… “ My eyes trail down to his chest as I go on speaking, “But I reminded myself how you always tell me I’m never a bother, so I finally knocked to come in, and, here we are…” He lets me ramble freely without interruption, smiling at me with that soft, warm look the whole time.
He squeezes my hands again once he’s sure I’m done speaking, before responding, “Well, I’m glad you came to me, and I’m very proud of you, baby,” I smile a little at hearing him say that, “What do you need from me? Do you need me to take a break and come be with you for a while?” I know he’d do it in a heartbeat if I asked, but I already had something else in mind.
I shake my head gently and glance back towards his face, holding eye contact for a moment before visually retreating to the comfortable area of his mouth. I take one of my hands from his, and point towards the area under his large desk, his gaze follows my motion with a widening smile. The rather open space underneath is mostly taken up by a large, very cushy, soft looking, dog bed. There is a string of small fairy lights strung up along the wall underneath, and hung amongst the lights, are a variety of polaroid pictures of us, some together, some individual. Some are simple cute moments from dates, or adventures, and some are… Rather more explicit, private moments of pleasure, captured forever.
“I was thinking maybe I could just lie on my bed under your desk while you work? If that would be okay… That way, I can be with you, but you can still get your work done.” I say hopefully, looking back at his eyes, able to hold his gaze a little longer this time. He brings my hand still in his grip to his lips, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the inside of my wrist, eyes closing in almost divine rapture. My heart pounds at the affection he so obviously displays. He pulls back after a few moments and opens his eyes again, looking up at me warmly.
“I think that’s a lovely idea, sweetheart. You want to turn your lights on? Or keep it darker under there?”
“Uhm… Lights on, I think.” I answer almost shyly. He nods, then lightly pulls my hand in the direction of his desk, urging me to go under. I start to move that way, but he suddenly tugs me back towards him, empty hand reaching up to grasp the back of my neck, pulling me down towards him for a long kiss. I sigh against his lips, making him let out a small groan against my lips. Begrudgingly, he pulls away after a few moments, placing one final quick peck to my lips, before smiling up at me again and urging me under the desk a final time. I kneel by his side, and crawl my way under, pausing to switch on my lights, before making my way into my soft bed to curl up.
He leans down to tell me, “I have a video meeting in a little while, so you’ll need to be a good puppy and be very quiet during that, alright pet?”
I nod back, saying a quiet “Yes Daddy, I understand, I’ll be quiet.” He gives me one final smile and a pat on the head, before sitting back up and scooting his chair in, tucking his shoes under the edge of my bed, so he is as close to me as he can be. I smile softly and tuck myself against his legs, resting my hand on one of his ankles, before closing my eyes, and eventually dozing off to the sound of his typing and clicking.
I stir to the sound of his voice a while later, drowsily coming out of my nap. I stretch my limbs, before nuzzling my way back to his legs, nosing against his pant leg and wrapping my hand back around his ankle. I feel his toe wiggle slightly under the edge of my bed in acknowledgment, making me smile into the fabric on his leg my face is pressed to. I don’t bother trying to listen to the conversation, I can only hear his side, and I wouldn’t understand it anyways, probably budgets or something.
I lay there quietly for a while, listening to the smooth timbre of his voice, hoping to be lulled back to sleep by it, but I am hopelessly awake now. I try to be patient and wait quietly, looking at the wall with our pictures on it, but seeing the more erotic ones just kindles a small fire in my core, so I turn away and snuggle my face against his leg again and try to ignore it. I’m not able to though, and I soon find myself distracted by the warmth of his leg against my face through his pants. I find myself wanting to feel more of him, I can feel the heat building between my legs just from his faint scent and the slight touch I have of him. I know I should be good and not disturb him, not when he was so accommodating and let me lay here… But I want his attention, want to touch him more, to make him feel good.
I start with a light squeeze to his ankle. He does a small wiggle of his toe in return. I remain still for a minute, then squeeze again. He wiggles again. I go still. This time, I slip my hand under the hem of his perfectly pressed dress pants, pulling his black sock down, and trailing my finger tips over his now exposed ankle. I hear him let out an affectionately exasperated sigh under his breath above me, making me grin. I stay like that for a while, just caressing his skin, before I get bored and want more. I take the leg of his pants, and start slowly sliding it up, until his lower calf is exposed. I lean in, and press a lingering kiss to his skin, then I open my mouth, and graze my teeth over the spot I’d kissed, not biting, just teasing.
He lightly bumps his leg against my shoulder, and waves his hand at me under the table, telling me to cut it out, so I settle back on my side, returning to just caressing his ankle with my finger tips, which he accepts.
I get bored again quickly though, and I just want to show him how much I appreciate him, what’s so wrong with that? I stretch again, then shift around till I’m kneeling under the desk, in front of his slightly opened legs, clad in expensive dress pants. I don’t quite get why he wears a full work-attire suit and glossy black shoes on days he works from home (something about it helping him get into the work mindset, and appearing professional in meetings, he’s said previously. I don’t see why the pants and shoes are necessary for that though). I’m not about to start complaining, I love how he looks dressed like this.
I lean forward and rest my chin on his thigh, wanting to whine at him, but knowing that would be going too far, so I settle with just sitting there quietly for a few minutes, hoping the increased contact will settle me down. It doesn’t, it only makes my desire for him grow. I know I shouldn’t be so troublesome, but I can’t help it, he just gets me so riled up. I just want to touch him a little, what’s the harm in that? My eyes trace over what little of his body I can see, eventually settling on his crotch, not able to see anything, but knowing what’s underneath. My mouth waters at the thought, and I get an idea.
With my mind set, I bring both hands up, and place one on each of his knees. Then, I slowly push them apart, and start shuffling my way between them. I can feel him tense under my grip, but I ignore it and push onwards. I finally get his legs open wide enough that I can reach my goal, and, without hesitation, I press my face against the fabric covering his crotch and nuzzle against his hidden cock, inhaling deeply. I barely hear the cough he lets out from above me, followed by an apology to his employees. I'm too wrapped up in the almost drunk feeling at getting such a deep hit of his scent. God, I really am a dog.
I slide my hands from his knees, up the length of his thighs, my right hand settling in to grip his left thigh about halfway up, the other travelling higher, coming to a stop to grasp his right hip, thumb tucked under his belt. I shudder as I’m briefly flooded with memories of what that belt has done to me.
I nuzzle my face against his cock more firmly, before opening my mouth and exhaling over it, hoping he can feel the heat from my breath through the layers. I think he can, cause I feel his thigh twitch under my hand. I smile to myself, then lean in, pressing a kiss to my hidden goal. He coughs again, louder this time. I ignore him and proceed, now spreading my lips, mouthing at him through the layers of his clothes. I feel him tense under me again, and suddenly his hand is gripping mine where it rests on his thigh, squeezing warningly.
So naturally, I turn my head, trailing kisses from his crotch, across his thigh, jumping to his wrist and continuing my path of kisses. Down his hand, where I use mine in his grip to position his how I want him, where I can then easily slide his two middle fingers into my warm, wet mouth. My eyes go hooded with desire as I begin to suck and swirl my tongue around them. He clears his throat loudly, taking a sip of water from the glass he always keeps at his desk, assuring the people in his meeting that he’s alright, just a tickle in his throat. At those words, he suddenly thrusts his fingers further into my mouth, making me have to suppress a surprised gag.
I lightly press my teeth into his fingers in complaint, but quickly return to the task at hand, sucking more enthusiastically. He starts to absentmindedly thrust his fingers in my mouth a little, almost as if he wasn’t thinking about or intending to do so. I move my left hand from where it’s been resting on his hip, to palm and knead at his covered cock. I can feel him starting to grow and harden under my ministrations, making me smile around his fingers. He suddenly jams his fingers a little harder into my mouth, making me struggle to remain silent as I gag. I manage to not make a sound, and both suck on his fingers and grip at his cock harder in retaliation.
He returns to his lazy thrusting, fingers playing with my tongue a little now. Now that he’s engaged, I have to tease him more, of course. I give one long, hard final suck to his fingers, and slowly pull myself off of them, before nuzzling my face against his inner thigh, slowly rubbing it along, upwards, back towards his crotch. I move my left hand back to its former place on his hip, as I gather spit in my mouth, opening it to lav at his cock again, really trying to work my saliva into the fabric of his pants. He moves his hand from where it lay abandoned on top of mine on his thigh, and I worry he’s going to push me off, but he just places it on my cheek, caressing my skin, before sliding it up, through my hair, and then down to cup the back of my head, his fingertips resting on the back of my neck, where he idly stokes my skin there.
I smile into the now wet fabric of his pants, knowing I’ve officially won. I continue mouthing at him as he trails his fingertips over my neck, desperately wanting to take his cock out of his pants and suck on him freely, but knowing that would be too far, and I must wait for his meeting to end, to get what I really want.
I barely notice as I feel his right leg shifting under my grasp, too enraptured with my mouth on his cock, but I let out an exhale of surprise when I suddenly feel the hard toe of his polished shoe, pressing between my legs at my cunt. I have to suppress a groan of pleasure as he finds my clit with almost annoying ease, grinding his smooth shoe against it. I know I have to be quiet, so I reoccupy my mouth with his cock, breathing heavily on and mouthing over it. He’s fully hard by now, forming a tent in the front of his pants.
His hand on my head grips the back of my neck for a moment, trying to pause my motion, but I ignore him, as I have been. He sighs softly, and I almost don’t notice him saying his farewells to his employees, but my ears perk up when I hear him say “goodbye”. I hear a definitive ‘click’ of his mouse, knowing it must be him leaving the meeting and I suck hard at the fabric over his cock, knowing I’ll get what I want very soon.
I audibly whine, now that I’m finally free to do so, when his hand leaves my head, and his cock pulls away from my mouth as he pushes his chair out from the desk, enough that he can look down at me. His expression is disapproving, but not genuinely angry. He looks amused, if not a little flustered, to a degree that only I would be able to recognize it on him.
“Does my puppy need something?” He asks me, tone mock-curious. I only answer by whining again and reaching forwards with my hands, pawing at the now soaked crotch of his nice pants. He laughs, and scoots his chair back a little further, hands coming down to cup my cheeks as he leans in to kiss my lips softly. I sigh into the kiss, melting forwards into him, losing myself in finally having his full attention. He breaks the kiss after a few long moments, and leans back up straight again, looking down at me with amusement.
He pats one of his thighs, then crooks his finger at me with a smile. “Alright then pet, you can go ahead and play now.” I eagerly start to shuffle towards him, but am stopped when he wags a finger at me disapprovingly, “But don’t think this means I’m going to forget how naughty you were.” He tries to glower down at me, but can’t hold the expression long, and breaks into another smile, settling back in his chair and nodding at me to continue.
I make my way towards him again, slower this time, keeping my gaze on his face and building the tension as I cross the short distance. I finally come to settle down to my knees, nestled between his spread legs. He reaches out to caress my cheek again, sliding his thumb into my mouth to play with my tongue for a few moments, staring, almost mesmerized by the sight of my mouth splayed open for him to use as he wishes. He seems to snap out of it after a short spell, slides his now wet thumb from my wet mouth, and settles his hand down on the arm rest of his chair.
I smile at him, before directing my attention to where I’ve desperately wanted it. I bring my hands up to his knees again, slowly sliding them up his thighs once more, coming to rest on his belt. I slowly pull the tongue from the buckle, moistening my lips with my own tongue in anticipation. I undo the button of his pants, and slowly pull the zipper down, then part the fabric of his now open fly. I am greeted by the sight of his neatly trimmed pubic hair, seeing he has forgone underwear today. I grab the waist of his pants, and start pulling them down a little as he lifts his hips to aid me. I pull them down just enough to expose the base of him, pausing to dribble spit into my hand, before reaching in and pulling out his hard, weeping cock. He groans softly as the feeling of my hand grasping him.
I salivate at the sight of him in my hand, slowly thumbing the tip, spreading the pre cum gathered there around his head. I slide my wet hand down to his base, then lean in to finally, finally get a taste of him. I press a tender kiss to his tip, then spread my lips to gently wrap my mouth around the head, softly lapping my tongue over his slit. He groans again, louder this time, and shifts his hips to spread his legs wider. I hum around him, and start to slowly bob my head, pushing him deeper into my mouth each time I go down. I swirl my tongue around the underside of his cock the whole time, suckling on him as I push my head further down.
He lets out a moan as his cock brushes against the back of my mouth, the beginning of my throat pulsing around him. He snaps one of his hands up to tangle in my hair, the other holding the arm rest of his chair in a vice grip. His grasp on my hair is gentler, although firm. I pull back enough to take a breath, then push myself down, down, down his cock, sliding him deep into my throat as I focus on calming my gag reflex. Once my nose is nestled in the pubes at his base, I start rhythmically swallowing around him. That tears a loud moan and a jerk of his hips from him, his hand on my head holding me firmly in place as he thrusts shallowly into my throat.
My eyes water at the strain of holding him there, but I love it. Anything that makes him feel good, I want to do. He thrusts a few more moments, then relaxes his hips and hold on my head, allowing me to pull myself off of him to breathe. I take deep, steadying breaths, as I slide my open mouth and tongue up and down along the side of him. Once I feel ready, I lick my way up his underside, base to tip, then put him back in my mouth, and begin making my way down his cock, taking his whole length into my throat once more. He lets out a stuttering breath, fighting to hold his hips still and not thrust and force himself deeper.
I hum around his cock as I reach the base, making my throat vibrate around him. He moans long and loud, abandoning his attempts to hold still and gripping my head in both hands to thrust deep into my throat. I gag around him a few times, but manage to keep control and just bask in the bliss of being used for his pleasure. He keeps fucking my face until I have to give in and tap out for a clear breath, tapping his thigh a few times with my hand. He immediately pulls me off his cock, looking down at me with a fucked out expression, bringing a hand to stroke my cheek with pride.
“Good boy, telling me what you need,” I preen at his praise, smiling up at him with my face nestled against his cock as I take deep breaths. While I get my breathing under control, I pepper kisses along his length, up the side, over the tip, down the other side, stroking the parts of him not being touched by my lips with my hand. Breathing finally more regulated, I kiss my way back to his tip, then slowly take it into my mouth again. This time I stay there, focusing on his head, sucking and swirling my tongue around him, flicking the underside with the tip of my tongue. He’s letting out such pretty sounds of pleasure above me, gasps and moans and groans. I’m drunk on the knowledge that I’m the one making him feel this way.
I can tell from the twitching and stuttering of his hips that he’s getting close, so I decide to take him deep one more time, before making him cum in my mouth, as I know he loves. I take a deep breath, and slide him down into my tight, wet throat again. His grip tightens in my hair, and he starts shallowly thrusting into me again. I alternate between humming and swallowing around him, ignoring the burning in my lungs and the strain of my gag reflex, in the pursuit of making him cum. His moans start picking up, and I know he’s almost there. I start to raise my head back, sucking strongly the whole time I’m pulling him from my throat, until just his tip is left in my mouth.
I start jerking his now exposed length with my hand, as I suck and flick hard at his head. He lets out a loud lengthy moan, stuttering out, “Oh fuck yes baby, I’m gonna cum–” before his hips start jerking erratically into my mouth, and my tongue is flooded with the salty taste of him. I do my best to hold it all in my mouth as he pumps me full, but I have to swallow some as he pours more into me, lest it spill from my lips spread wide around him. He thrusts into me a few more times as he comes down, before releasing his grip on my head and slumping into his chair, boneless and tired.
He takes a few deep breaths, totally relaxed and blissed out, before looking down at me. . He leans towards me, reaching out with one hand to grasp my chin, “Show me,” he gives the command I already knew was coming, and I obediently open my mouth to show him the mouthful of his cum I’d been holding. He grins tiredly at me, lazily pushing two fingers into my mouth to spread the puddle of his cum around my tongue.
After a moment, he slowly pulls his fingers out, gripping my chin again, “Good boy, baby, now swallow for me.” I close my mouth and gulp a few times, sending all his cum down my throat. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out before he can give the order, showing him it’s now empty. “What a smart boy you are,” He smiles at me again, sliding his fingers into my mouth once more and ordering me to clean them off. I suck and lick them free of any traces of cum, before pulling off and placing a kiss to both of their tips.
He slowly slides his hand down to grasp my throat, not choking, just holding gentle pressure, and uses his grip there to pull me towards him for a long, deep kiss. I moan softly into his mouth as his tongue pushes in and dances with mine, mixing our saliva and the remnants of his cum between us. He pulls back and gazes at me with hooded eyes, smiling at me softly.
“You feeling better now, sweet boy?” He asks me, stroking his thumb on the side of my throat. I nod up at him, a little dazed from the deep haze of service I’d fallen into. I stretch my arms out to the sides and yawn, thoroughly tired once more. He chuckles at me and leans in to press a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Why don’t you get back in your bed and rest while I finish up my work, huh?” He suggests gently. I nod again, rubbing my eyes tiredly, before turning to crawl back under his desk and into my soft bed, curling to lay on my side facing him. I see him tuck himself away back into his pants before I close my eyes, only to open them a few moments later when I hear the camera shutter click on his phone. He laughs sheepishly at being caught, and mumbles something about finding me too cute curled in my bed like that to not capture the moment. I smile tiredly at him and close my eyes again. I hear him chuckle fondly, then the soft sound of the wheels of his chair on the carpet as he scoots back into his desk, tucking his feet back under the edge of my bed to be close to me. I crack an eye open to see as I reach out with my hand to grasp his ankle again, before finally closing my eyes, and quickly drifting off to a deep sleep.
I hope you liked it! I think it's not too bad if I do say so myself, I didn't cringe while reading it through the second time to proofread, so I'll call that a win!
Tagging @rainynight-sky cause he requested to read it!
Okay gonna hit post now, I'm scared eek!
