omg omg if we're talking abt this now ... do you think jake would be into u breeding him too😋like filling him up w ur pups or......,,😭
it took me FOREVER to reply to this but YES (can be read as a strap or whatever you want)
after a long and hard day coming home. all you want to do is just cuddle up with him on the couch, watch a movie together but instead you walk into quite a sight.
your puppy laying across the couch, face pink, pants, little whimpers filling the room as he grinds against a pillow. his grip on the fabric is so tight his knuckles turn white. his thrusts against it so forceful you'd be afraid that the poor pillow might burst.
such a needy thing, can't even wait until you're home from work.
he doesn't even notice you're there. doesn't notice and doesn't stop in his assault on the couch decor until you're tugging his head up by his sweat-soaked hair so that his wide glossy eyes look up at you.
he's just so cute~
everything is hazy as he looks up at you with nothing but pure adoration and desire in his eyes. you'd think that you were a god incarnate in his eyes with the way he seems starstruck-like he's never seen anything as gorgeous as you.
completely drunk on lust and driven by nothing but desire. all he wants is to be filled up completely by you; to be close to you in every way. whether it be the intimacy of it, or something more, something carnal and insatiable he doesn't know. fuck, it's probably both.
his hands gripping onto your shirt, refusing to let go. pulling you closer to his body, his face nuzzling into your waist as he whimpers, all words failing him.
so desperate for you, he can't help himself. the pillow between his legs falls forgotten to the floor as he tugs you in while you laugh at his antics, placing your hands on the couch to try to brace yourself as he pushes you down and crawls on top of you.
puppy can't control himself, grinding down against you quick and hard. he can't help himself, can't think of anything else. every little thing in his body is just screaming for you, you, you.
he braces himself against your chest, hands pawing at you desperately. his whines fill the room, raw, on the edge of a sobs as your fingers curl through his hair, pulling his head back.
"please-" even as he grinds on you his body curls into itself. you push him closer in, burying his face into your neck. "need it, need it so bad. need you in me, filling me up..." he pleads through ragged breaths, his lips covered in spit.
"poor puppy, it's like you're in heat~" you coo and he dumbly agrees. he can't think of anything else. except for how much he wants you inside of him. of how much he needs you inside of him.
cue him reaching down, fingers clumsily toying with the button of your pants, a silent question to which you nod, pulling him in for a kiss.
the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, your soft lips on his, your mouth curling into a smile against his. it's all too much. he's all to sensitive. it's probably enough to make him cum alone and it's downright embarrassing.
he can't do that. he needs to wait. be a good puppy.
he pulls away with a mewl, his head spinning as he fumbles to undo your pants as fast as he can. he doesn't even hesitate once he's finally got it to slide you into him, gasping aloud as he processes the feeling.
his body tenses, his back curling into a pretty little arch. he starts to move just as quick. nothing about it is coordinated; it's sloppy and it's messy-much like him right now.
he sinks all the way down to take all of you inside of him each time, your tip pressing snug against his prostate in ways that make him feel like he's about to burst. your own groans and whispered words make him feel dizzy and fuzzy.
this is all your fault.
all your fault he's so needy and obsessed. your fault that he's cock drunk off the very idea of you cumming inside him. all your fault that he's unable to help but quiver against you, wrapping his arms the best he can around your shoulders, clinging to you. every thrust sending a surge of ecstasy coursing through him-an overwhelming wave of sensation that threatens to break him apart.
all your fault.
"fuck-!" it's too much and too little and every little thing, every little touch and graze of your hands against his body make him feel like he's going to explode he can't...he can't..."i-i can't, please-"
"yes you can."
his body is flipped over. you're on top of him now.
still.
too still.
he whines. "no-no, what're you doing?" his legs wrap around your hips, heels digging into the small of your back, pulling you in closer and grinding down. "do-don't stop!"
and then you're fucking him so hard, so deep he can barely think. not that he was doing much thinking to begin with.
and his mouth was falling open. and his eyes clenching shut to hide the fact that they were rolling into the back of his head. and his nails digging so hard into your shoulders you were sure he was breaking skin.
but it didn't matter.
nothing mattered. to him. to you.
not the ever so steady ache building up in your thighs as you went harder and harder, faster, knocking the breath out of his lungs with each thrust. not his teeth sinking into your skin to muffle his noises and stifle the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
only him.
him and the pathetic little cries he made as you pulled his face out of your neck. his voice getting higher and more desperate as he got closer and closer.
him and his legs shaking on either side of your hips, crystalline tears spilling down his cheeks as he begged.
"inside-please, inside. cum inside me. i need it. wanna be full of your pups, wanna-wan-!"
not able to continue as he received one last brutal thrust. "if that's what you want puppy, i'll fill you up so full of my pups~"














