Puppy keychain.
drabble,Mark Walker x reader, ftm!reader, very kinky!reader youre into noncon, vaginal sex, pup play, Mark is your college professor and now your puppy, drunk sex, rough sex, physical restrains, creampie, also maybe there will be pt2 idk
Anatomy terms used: somehow none this time
You run back to the classroom, hoping Walker didn't leave yet. You run inside and see him pack his things.
"Hey, forgot something?" He asks, smiling a little.
"Yeah, I lost a keychain. I checked everywhere. It's important to me. I thought maybe it'd be here..." You look around a bit panicked. "I checked lost and found already too," you add.
He nods and opens a drawer in his desk.
"Is that the one?" Mark presents to you a small metal dog keychain.
"Oh, yeah. Thank you so much, Mr. Walker." You take it, your hand brushing against his.
"No problem." He nods, putting the last notebook in his bag.
You take off your backpack, setting it on one of the desks. You attach the keychain, at last feeling relieved.
"Is that a pride flag? Never seen this one." Mark points at one of the small metal flag pins on your backpack. The BDSM pup pride flag.
"Oh... Yeah. It's... It's kink pride, it's for pup play." You respond awkwardly, putting your backpack back on.
He raised his eyebrows, then looked away.
"Ah, I see." Mark smiles awkwardly. "I wouldn't know much about that." He chuckles, picking up the classroom keys from his desk.
"Right." You look down, following him outside.
"See you next week, YN." He waves goodbye to you.
"Goodbye, Mr. Walker." You wave back, walking away.
Well, now you can't stop thinking about him in puppy gear. Thanks, Mr. Walker!
To be honest, you thought about him for a while. College teacher crushes are normal. And you're of age, so it's legal, just... Not right. But who fucking cares what's right? It's about what makes us happy. Or at least that's how you justify everything you do.
Mark's hot. No denying that. As of recently, a single dad too! His wife left him or something like that. You heard stories, doesn't matter. What matters is that he's available and a pushover. It's possible to hook up... If you tried.
You go out with your "friends" tonight. They're more like just classmates you talk to once a week, but whatever. You would've gone out and gotten fucked up anyway.
You dress up in some booty shorts and a crop top. A collar and some rings. You know a lot of men will have their eyes on you tonight, and that's partially the point.
But... it didn't go as planned, obviously. When you arrived at the spot, they all texted you, "Oh, sorry, we changed our minds and forgot to tell you, oop."
"Oop." Oh, you'll beat the shit out of them when you meet them bitches next time.
Fuck it. Nearest bar, get fucked up.
You walk in and order beer right away, tapping your foot annoyed. A few men are staring at you already. A young buck with shorts so small his ass is almost falling out, of course they're looking.
"YN?" Mark's voice interrupts your thoughts.
You turn to him, surprised.
"Oh, Mr. Walker... Hello." You look a bit lost as well.
"I've never seen you here before." He notes, looking you up and down. He looks a bit disturbed by your choice of clothing.
"Oh, my friends ditched me, so I thought I'd go to the nearest bar and get fucked up." You look down, explaining yourself.
The bartender sets a large beer mug in front of you, you take it, drinking eagerly.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Mark says softly. "You really shouldn't drink a lot, though." He sits closer to you.
You set the mug down after gulping half of the beer, burping into your hand.
"You're my professor, not my dad, no?" You frown at him.
"Yeah, but... maybe be careful. You live quite far, and dressed like that, you—"
"I might get raped?" You interrupt him.
He looks away, blushing, realizing how he sounds.
"I'm sorry. You're right. You can do whatever you want, it's your free time." He looks down at his bourbon.
"Aha..." You raise the mug again, finishing it off, then order another one.
One drink after another, you two talk about nothing. You notice how he looks at you. The intensity in his gaze grows with each drink.
"Is... That the... the kink?" He asks, pointing at his neck.
Right, your collar.
"If you want it to be." You smirk at him."It's an actual dog collar, though. I just liked how it looked." You shrug.
His face is pink from the booze, he looks curious and adorably lost.
"So... you like pretending to be a dog?" His voice is almost a whisper.
"Or fucking someone who pretends to be one." You nod, leaning in closer.
Mark blushes more, looking away.
"Is that your main thing?" He looks you over slowly, avoiding eye contact.
"No. My main thing is older men." You smirk.
He takes a deep breath. Oh, something's cooking in his mind.
You don't wait for his response, though.
"You want me?"
"I shouldn't."
"But you do."
His eyes meet yours. He's worried, he's drunk, and he's so cute.
You put your hand over his.
"I won't tell anyone." You whisper.
A lot of eyes are on you two. An older man and a barely clothed kid, drunk, flirting. Bet if it was socially acceptable, most guys here would have gangraped you already. And Mark wouldn't be trying to stop himself either.
He takes a deep breath.
"Let's call a taxi." He reaches for his phone with his free hand.
"My place." You squeeze his hand, staring him down.
"Your place." He nods.
You pull him inside your apartment, kissing him right away. He doesn't have time to change his mind. You will have him tonight, no matter what.
You lead him to your bedroom.
"Get undressed. I'll show you something." You tease, letting him go.
He takes his clothes off, watching you rummage through your sex toy stash. What would be fun and not too scary for him? You pick up a leash and a collar. One similar to yours, just this one is not for going out, it's for at-home fun.
You take your collar off, then your clothes, you turn to see Mark looking at leather cuffs attached to the bedframe with tension.
"Sit." You command. He sits down on the bed instantly, looking up at you.
You put a collar on him, he swallows nervously. You clip a leash to it. And a final touch. Puppy ears.
You ruffle his curls, he is rock hard already. You smirk. Marki is so eager to try something new.
You pull on the leash, making him climb the bed with you.
"C'mon. Cuffs." You prompt him to lie down.
He obeys, looking up at you with some sort of plea in his gaze as you cuff him.
"Okay, Mr. Walker. You're my puppy now." You straddle his hips, holding the leash tight.
"Please, maybe just call me Mark for tonight." His voice is quiet and shaky.
"No. Remember who you're fucking, Mr. Walker. You should be ashamed of yourself." Your voice is stern as you pull on the leash harder.
"I am! I am ashamed!" He mumbles, tension on his neck making him lean forward a little.
"I could be your son, and you're fucking me." You shame him.
His cock twitches as he blushes more in response.
"Right." Mark mumbles.
"Mhm. Puppies don't talk, by the way. You wanna say something, you bark." You lift your hips, take his cock in your free hand, and lower yourself on it. Taking it all in with one swift motion. Mark groans, biting his lip, you feel him twitch and pulsate inside you.
"Good boy." You pet his belly. "Now. Move your hips. I ain't moving shit myself. You want it, you fuck me, mutt." You pull the leash again.
He whimpers and bucks his hips, bending his legs. Oh, it feels good. You can't compliment him right now, but that long, thick, uncut cock feels perfect. Almost as perfect as your favorite toy.
He fucks you and whimpers, looking up at you with those perfect sad brown eyes. He's really trying and seems like he knows what he's doing.
Meanwhile, you grope his tits. Fat and squishy, they always look so perfect under his sweaters. You lean down to bite and suck on one. Getting another pathetic moan out of him.
Did he always want you, or is this just a happy accident? Guess it doesn't matter. You can thank your "friends" for this. Oh, yeah, if only they knew. They'd be so jealous.
"You feel so good..." Mark mutters.
You part with his tit and slap him. "You don't fucking talk. You bark." You remind him.
He almost shudders. He swallows hard. "R-ruff! Ruf! Ruff!" He barks awkwardly.
"Bark like you fucking mean it." You slap him again, making a few curls fall on his face.
He gasps, his hips twitch as he speeds up.
"Ruff! Ruff! Bark! Ruff!" Sweet sounds escape his throat with more confidence.
You squeeze Mark inside, reaching for a wand on your nightstand. Thankfully you always charge it. Now you ride him, meeting his thrusts. Cuffs rattle against the bed, it creaks loudly under you two. His puppy ears jump with each thrust, and his eyes roll back into his head.
You finish on him, hugging him tightly inside. He moans, trying not to finish as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, holding the metal of the headboard tightly.
"Inside. Come inside." You whimper, reaching for the headboard too, steadying yourself. He slows down and comes with a gasp. His body falls limp on the mattress. You fall on top of him, breathing heavily. You feel his cock twitch as he pumps you full. You purr on his chest, feeling his soft, large pecs with your cheek.
After a minute of heavy breathing, Mark speaks up. "S-sorry... You're on birth control, right?" He asks nervously.
"No, I just get abortion ev—" Before you could finish your joke, the bed gave in. One side of the bedframe falling on the ground, taking you two with it.
"Oh my fucking god, this shit again!" You growl, making Mark laugh.
After that you fuck more, getting more and more extreme with it. Your favorite time was in the classroom. Him panting needily into your shoulder as he pounds you into the table. He admitted you're his first boy. And it makes you feel even more special.
And now every time you attend his lecture, instead of making up fantasies, you make plans.
