It’s me again I’m greedy and I just had the most wonderful idea ever. Please make a 14dwy fanfic where Ren/redacted and the mc do pet play . There’s a lot of fanfics like this but Ren is always the one playing the dog, I want a fanfic where the mc is the dog. I actually want the mc be a puppygirl with real ears and tail (that are really sensitive heh). Also I want this to have collar play and marking/biting kink. Thank you.♡
Breed like the puppy you are-Ren x PuppyGirlFemReader
TW: nsfw, petplay, collaring, funsized, yandere, stalking
Context: you are an actuall puppy girl with real tail and ears, ren gave you a collar that hes been tracking you with for a month now when you were drunk one night at his place
Word count: 2,189 time reading-10 min
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
Ren's massive frame loomed over you in the dim crimson glow of the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of leather and his cologne as he pressed your smaller body down to all fours on the cool hardwood floor. Your 170cm height felt impossibly dwarfed by his 205cm stature, his broad hands easily pinning your shoulders while your twitching ears flattened against your head and that sensitive tail curled instinctively.
"Look at you, my funsize pet," he murmured, voice velvet-rough as his fingers traced the base of your tail, stroking in slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers racing up your spine.
"So tiny and perfect under me; every inch of you fits right in my palm, doesn't it? Whine for me, puppy."
A needy sound escaped your throat as his touch ignited the nerves along your tail, your hips shifting involuntarily while slick arousal gathered between your thighs. Ren's black-painted nails grazed lower, sliding through your slick folds with teasing pressure that parted them but never pushed inside, denying the entry your body craved.
"Bark for it," he commanded, his dark eyes glinting with unhinged hunger. "Tell me how much that tight little pussy needs its owner's fingers. Beg like the collared slut you are."
Your voice cracked into a desperate bark, "a-arf! rrrarf!" words tumbling out in a whiny rush. "Please, Ren- fuck, I need you inside me, just touch me properly- "
He chuckled darkly and tugged the D-ring on your collar, yanking your face up to meet his in a biting kiss that claimed your mouth with sharp teeth and a possessive tongue.
"This cunt, these ears, that tail-they're all getting marked tonight, and you won't come until I say so." Tension coiled tighter in your core, his towering shadow swallowing you whole as the night stretched open with promise of more.
Ren's breath ghosted hot against your mouth as he pulled back just enough to let you gasp, his fingers still teasing lazy strokes along your slick folds without ever sinking in. Your hips rocked back instinctively, chasing more, but he only chuckled and gave the collar another sharp tug that made your ears twitch.
"Easy, puppy. I've got something for you first-been waiting months to give these to you." He reached over to the nightstand with one long arm, his frame stretching easily while you stayed pinned on all fours, and pulled out a small velvet box. Inside gleamed a matching set of gifts: a sleek leather harness and a delicate anklet, both engraved with his initials.
"Bought them the week after that first night we went out. Remember how drunk you got? Stumbling and clinging to my arm like your dumb little puppy-brain couldn't handle another sip. I brought you here to 'take care' of you, but really I just wanted to see how you'd look collared in my bed."
Your tail curled tighter as he fastened the anklet around your ankle, his black-painted nails brushing the sensitive skin there. "Had a tracker in the collar from the start, and a tiny mic in the D-ring. Recorded every whine you made that first week, every time you touched yourself thinking about me. Planned this whole thing-fantasized about owning every inch of my funsize girl while you were still out there pretending you weren't already mine."
He leaned down, voice dropping to a velvet growl as his fingers finally dipped just inside your entrance, barely a knuckle deep, before retreating again.
"And look at you now, barking and begging so pretty. That drunk little haze never really left, did it? Your head's too empty to think for itself, so you just do what your owner says. Fuck, I love how compliant that makes you-how wet it gets this needy cunt when I tell you what to do."
A fresh rush of heat flooded between your thighs at his words, your body arching under him as he tugged the collar once more to tilt your face up. His eyes burned dark and unhinged, drinking in every shiver, every twitch of your tail.
"Gonna mark you with these gifts tonight. But not yet, you're gonna stay right here on your knees and tell me how long you've been dreaming about this too."
The denial stretched tighter, his free hand sliding up to cup one breast and pinch the nipple just hard enough to make you whine, the promise of his cock straining against his pants inches from your face leaving your whole body throbbing with unspent need.
"i- please-" you didnt know what you were begging for but your words escaped your lips.
Ren's fingers lingered on your nipple, twisting just enough to draw another broken whine from your throat before he dragged them higher, smearing your own slick across your cheek.
"Open up, puppy," he growled, voice thick with that nasty, unhinged hunger that made your tail lash against your thigh. His massive frame shifted forward, the hard line of his cock pressing insistently against your face through his pants as two thick digits forced past your lips, prying your jaw wide.
"Suck. Show your owner how grateful that funsize cunt is for every sick little thing I've done to keep you mine." You moaned around the intrusion, tongue curling eagerly over his black-painted nails while he ground his straining erection against your cheek, the heat of him throbbing so close yet denied, your own arousal dripping down your inner thighs in shameful rivulets.
He leaned in closer, breath hot on your twitching ear as his free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head just so.
"Been stalking every filthy second of it- watched you finger that tight pussy through your window last month, recorded the way you whimpered my name while you came. Planned every bite, every collar tug, every time I'd make you bark like the needy slut you are."
Your hips rocked uselessly on all fours, chasing friction that never came as he pumped his fingers deeper into your mouth, grinding harder against your face without mercy, the contrast of his towering bulk swallowing your tiny frame whole. The leather collar bit into your neck with each tug, and you sucked harder, loving the vulgar stretch, the way his nasty words made your clit throb untouched.
His cock twitched against your skin as he pulled his fingers free just enough to smear spit across your lips, eyes dark with possession. "Gonna shove this fat dick down your throat next, make you gag on it while I record every second of this. I wanna remember the day I claimed you as my puppy forever."
His usual sweet fake persona was gone. This was the real, unfiltered, perverted personallity he hid for so long.
His fingers left your mouth with a wet sound, dragging a rope of spit down your chin, and he didn't wipe it off; he watched it catch the crimson light, thumb smearing it into your skin like he was painting his name on you. The rasp of his zipper filled the room, and the air changed, thick with the scent of him, hot and musky beneath the leather and cologne. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, stroking slow, letting you see every inch of it; thick, flushed dark, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum before he tapped it against your parted lips.
"Open wide, puppy. All the way. I want that little throat stretched around me."
You opened, and he fed it to you in one long, unhurried push, not gentle, just the heavy weight of him sliding past your tongue, past the back of your throat until your eyes flooded and your nose pressed into the dark hair at his groin. His hand cradled the back of your skull, thumb stroking the base of your ear, and the softness of that touch while he buried himself in your throat made something hot and broken bloom behind your ribs. You were his. You had been his since the first time he looked at you.
"There she is," he breathed. "That's my good girl. Swallow around me."
You tried, throat convulsing, and he groaned, low and wrecked, hips rocking in shallow pulses. Your ears flattened flat against your skull, your hands came up to grip his thighs; not to push, just to hold on. And your tail curled tight around your own hip. Slick dripped down your inner thighs onto the hardwood, leaving a dark mark on the floor that proved, in the dim light, exactly what you were.
He pulled back until only the head remained, letting you gasp, spit spilling down your chin in a long silver thread. Then the click of a camera, and his voice, low and amused, right above you. "Say thank you, puppy. Tell the camera what you are."
"Thank you," you rasped, throat raw and burning sweet. "I'm your puppy."
"Good girl." He slid home again, and the recording caught the wet, obscene sound of it, the gag, the moan, the desperate whimper you made when his balls pressed against your chin. His hips found a rhythm, deep and dragging, and each retreat left you gasping for air before he filled you again, until your jaw ached and tears tracked down your cheeks and you were nothing but a slick, drooling mouth for him to use.
"That's it," he grunted, phone angled down at you, capturing the mess he was making. "Look at the camera, puppy. Let me see those eyes. I'm gonna watch this every night and remember exactly what you look like when you're full of me."
Your eyes found the lens, blown wide and wet, and something in his face cracked open, hunger and something softer fighting behind it. He pulled out with a wet gasp of your throat, spit and pre-cum shining on your lips, and hauled you up by the collar, dragging you over the bed until your chest hit the mattress and your ass lifted into the air, tail wagging helpless and frantic.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, mouth at your ear, fingers sliding down your spine to the base of your tail. He found your slick folds with his thumb, circling your clit just once, just enough to make your whole body clench and your thighs shake. "You've been so patient. You want your owner to fill this needy cunt now, don't you?"
"Yes- Ren, please, I need it, I need you-"
"Since when do you get to decide?" His thumb left your clit, and you keened, hips pushing back into nothing. He laughed, low and dark, and lined himself up anyway, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and blunt and not moving. "Beg properly. Tell me whose pussy this is."
"Yours. It's yours, Ren, it's always been yours—"
He sank in in one smooth, brutal push, and the sound you made was half-bark, half-sob. The stretch burned, white and perfect, your body opening around him inch by impossible inch until his hips were flush against your ass and you could feel him pulsing deep inside you, the weight of him pressing you flat into the mattress. "Fuck," he hissed, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Grip me just like that, puppy. That's it. That's my girl."
He fucked you slow at first, deep and grinding, each thrust dragging against the spot that made your vision blur and your claws dig into the sheets. Then he found a rhythm, harder, meaner, his hips slapping against yours while his hand came down on the base of your tail in a sharp, stinging swat that made you yelp and clench around him. “Count them”
Each swat landed with his words, each one driving him deeper, and by the fourth you were sobbing his name into the sheets, hips rocking back to meet him, your clit throbbing untouched and desperate between your thighs. He reached around and found it with two slick fingers, circling fast and filthy. The orgasm slammed into you so hard your ears rang; a raw, barking cry torn from your throat as you came around him, his hand over your mouth to muffle it, his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck.
"Good girl," he groaned against your skin, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, hot and deep, his whole body shuddering over yours. "My perfect little pet."
For a long moment the only sound was the two of you breathing. Then his weight eased off, and his hand came up, gentle now, stroking the sweat-damp fur at the base of your ear, smoothing your flattened ears back into place. He turned your face toward him, thumb brushing the tear tracks off your cheek, and his eyes were dark and unhinged and utterly, terrifyingly soft.
"You're not going anywhere," he said quietly. Not a threat. A fact. "That anklet stays on. That collar stays on. And when I play that recording back tomorrow morning and make you listen to how you sound when you come on my cock, you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me again that you're mine."
He kissed the bite on your neck, slow and reverent, and somewhere in the dark the phone screen dies.
