Ah, can you write about puppyboy Ren (14DWY) x reader? Like him just,,, begging for attention? (Also, do you like/know tkatb? Wondering because you like 14DWY)
₊˚.༄ of course I can write about Ren! he's one of the bestest boys ever, and i've been meaning to write some stuff about him >:)!! I also do like tkatb, although I wish it was more fleshed out/longer. but honestly, i like any sort of vn/fiction where there's hot anime guys obsessing over the mc/player/reader. like, sign me UP. i am SAT!!!! maybe i should write some sol x reader? ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ anyways, sorry it took me a lil while to answer, been busy with work and all that! i also wasn't sure if this should be fluff or smut, but knowing me i had to write it as nasty as possible LMAO. enjoy and lmk what you think of puppyboy ren!!
જ⁀➴ puppyboy!ren needs attention!
⁺ . ✦ tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), breeding kink, puppyboy!ren, switch ren, switch reader, primarily msub fdom (switch at the end), piv, cúnnilingus/eat me out!(EMO), needy whiny ren, collars, panty sniffing, solo m, slight breathplay, inumimi （犬みみ）犬耳 (puppyboy)
⁺ . ✦ wc. 3,717
You’ve been working at the library more often than usual these past few weeks. Some of your coworkers have been slacking, and others have seemingly quit on the spot and never came back. They must have moved away too, you gather.
Regardless of their whereabouts, you’ve had to pick up extra shifts, alone, at the library until your boss can hire new replacements.
It’s a routine you’re used to now, waking up early to the smell of breakfast sizzling. It’s a routine Ren notices about you, like clockwork. You sleep in an extra ten minutes, yawn as you shuffle your way past the doorframe and into the kitchen, and plop your body down at the table.
Every morning, he wakes up early to make you breakfast, he helps pick your outfit, he involves himself in every part of your routine up until the very moment you have to leave. And even then, he is clinging onto the hem of your shirt, eyes full of tears as he pouts and begs you to stay home. He never wants you to leave. You should stay home, forever. Why do you have to leave him?
And every morning, your kind voice sings the same tune: “They need help, and I feel bad. Be a good boy while I’m gone, okay?” You praise him, ruffling his hair and petting him.
Today, he will be a good boy. He will make sure of it.
While gone, he cleans your apartment for what feels like the 10th time today. Cleaning gives him a sense of peace, of order, which he desperately needs when you’re gone. He needs something to preoccupy his mind, and if that’s cleaning, doing laundry, or whatever else, he will make sure it’s done. Plus, if he does everything for you, then you can spend even more time with him. It’s simple math, really.
After a while, Ren’s boredom is at an all-time high, and he starts smelling and touching everything you own, marking it as his own, a warning sign to all that he’s there, always.
He digs through your laundry basket, expertly locating your most recently used clothing. This is his routine, of course, he’s practically streamlined and optimized the best method for finding the best smelling clothing instantly. His heart races every time, knowing he shouldn’t do this. But he can’t help it, you smell too irresistible. And he’s bored, he needs a reminder of you somehow.
It starts with your pajamas, he thinks you smell the sweetest when you sleep. Maybe it’s your skincare routine, or maybe it’s just knowing you’re sleeping peacefully and innocently that just makes you smell better. Who cares, as long as he can sniff it. And of course, his favorite of all time, your panties.
All Ren can hear is the resounding pulse of his heartbeat, like a cacophony of blood rushing everywhere. As he pulls the garment to his face, he draws in the deepest breath possible. He doesn’t dare exhale: instead he holds it in until his head feels fuzzy and his vision goes blurry. Like he needs to capture your smell and burn it into his memory.
With tears in his eyes, he breathes out, and lets another gasp fill his lungs. His collar’s name tag jingles as he sinks to the floor, like a cute little Ren puddle making a mess everywhere. When he’s confident he’s smelled everything he can, his hand drops the panties and palms his throbbing erection through his pants. His free hand tugs at his collar, pulling it slightly. Stars fill his vision as he imagines you tugging on the collar instead, dragging him along wherever you please.
He holds his breath as his hands hurry to free his cock and give it some attention. Every movement of his hand, every tug at his cock moves his entire body, jingling his collar and filling the air with a perverted symphony of sounds. Ren breathes out, choking on air as a whimper escapes his lips accompanying the wet squelching of his hand and the clinking of his heart name tag.
His tail wags as his breath hitches in his throat: all he can think about is you praising him, telling him he’s a good boy, and tugging on that damn collar. Something about you pulling on it has him seeing stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head. There are no thoughts going on in there right now, just pure pleasure as his hips take over, fucking into his hand before making a mess all over himself and the floor.
He catches his breath, coming back to his senses as he realizes the mess he made all over himself on the floor. At least cleaning it is something to do while he waits.
After cleaning himself up, Ren decides to hop on his laptop and find out what you’re up to.
You’re in the middle of putting books back on shelves when you hear a ding on your phone. And a few seconds later, another ping. And another. Until you’re being practically flooded with notifications.
Hi :3I miss youI’m bored ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ აWhat are you up to?Will you be home soon? >_<
You smile as you send him a quick reply.
I’m off soon. Be a good boy okay? ♡
You shove your phone in your back pocket and finish putting the last book away. You can feel your cheeks flush and a warm smile spread across your face. He’s just too cute.
You’re not even one foot into the door before you’re attacked by a tall, pink-haired puppy. He runs up to you and squeezes you, before bombarding you with his cute voice. “I missed you s’much ohmygodIwasboredtoday!! I was a good boy too I promise!” He exclaims, as if he has to prove it to you. Ren helps you take your jacket off and set your belongings down, leading you into the apartment.
“I’m sure you were the bestest boy ever, Ren,” you say as you scratch the top of his head, petting him in between his puppy ears. He melts at your touch, tail wagging fervently behind him.
“I’m only the best for you, Angel.”
“I need to shower, mkay?” You say, making your way to the bathroom. “You coming?” You don’t need to look to know he’s following you as that familiar chime of his collar tells you he’s following you like the puppy he is.
He sits on the cold tile floor as he watches you step into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. He watches you as the water drips around your naked form; never before in his life has he wanted to be a droplet of water. His gaze follows your every move intently, keen on not missing even a moment of you. He watches as you shampoo your hair and wash your body. And when you’re ready to step out of the shower, he’s handing you a warm, freshly washed and neatly folded towel to dry off with.
You thank him as you step out of the shower. A blush covers Ren’s face as he watches you dry off, and realizes he’s been caught by you.
“Ren, you might as well be a tomato with how red you are,” but that teasing only makes him flush harder, the embarrassment enough for him to break your gaze. You walk past him, fluffing his hair once more. “It’s cute,” you say, as you saunter into your bedroom.
You pick out some comfy clothes as you make your way into the living room, that familiar jingle not too far behind you. You plop yourself onto the couch, lounging about and relaxing before you feel like cooking dinner.
Ren sits beside you, head resting in your lap as he looks right up at you.
“I missed you today while I was working,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. He whines a bit, the soft touch relaxing his very soul. “What did my little pup do while I was gone, hm?” He nuzzles his head into your soft thighs, trying to get as close to you as he can get. The soft plush of your thighs and tummy is enough to get lost in, like his soul finally has an escape.
He rambles on about cleaning and doing other stuff around the house. His mind goes blank and he feels fuzzy as the thought of his other activities crosses his mind. He can’t help but look away as a blush creeps across his pale skin. He attempts to hide his face with his hand, trying hard to not feel embarrassed.
Your perception is spot on as you immediately pick up that he’s hiding something from you. “What’s wrong, Ren? Were you a bad boy today?” You tease him, enough to make him even more flustered.
“N-no! I was a good boy today, I promise!” But his entire body language exposes his lie. His cheeks are red, his gaze is avoiding yours, and his breathing is a bit uneven, as if he’s panting. The irregularity of his breaths are accompanied by the soft clink of his collar. It sounds so cute, so adorable, like you want to hear more.
“Ren~” you start, your voice immediately captivating him. “You know what happens when you’ve been bad, hm?” You ask, looking down at him. His baby blue eyes meet yours once more as he acknowledges your question.
He doesn’t answer, but instead nods his head, looking right at you. His collar chimes again as he shakes; every clink a promise of excitement and desire driven into your head. You have no idea why the sound of a small, heart-shaped piece of metal is enough to make your head spin, but you don’t dare question it.
“Tell me the truth, Ren. What did you do today while I was gone?” You ask, spinning a web with your words so that you can trap him in your desire. You want him to confess, but more importantly than that, you want to see how adorable he gets when he’s so embarrassed.
Ren takes a moment to consider his options. He could keep trying to deny, or he could play along with it. The obvious choice is the most fun, after all.
He takes a second to nestle his face in between your thighs and your tummy, taking in the scent of you and the soft squish of your body. He takes in a big breath, before turning to look up at you with his puppy dog eyes.
“While you were gone… I might have kept m’self a lil busy,” he says, not bothering to look away in shame or embarrassment now.
“And how was that?” you ask in response, scratching his head in between his ears. He lets out a soft whimper before answering you.
“Y’smell good, angel. Like really really good. I might have… used that to my advantage.” A sinister glint of his eye draws you closer, makes you more curious.
You snake a finger in the space between his collar and his neck. “Did you enjoy it, pup?”
You can feel his nervousness return as he takes a big gulp and looks right up at you. You can feel his Adam’s apple bob with movement as a token of his guilt.
But just as quickly as that shame appeared, it is replaced with a deviously sinister smile. “Fuuuuuuuck yes,” he groans, practically moaning as he relives his earlier actions.
You tug on his collar ever so gently, a sign that you want to hear more. Ren’s mind is hazed over as he feels that pressure, the delicious tightness of his collar being tugged by you. It’s almost too much to handle.
Your free hand trails down his body, snaking its way to the hem of his pants. You can feel his excitement, it’s practically begging to be acknowledged. Ren’s voice is all but a whine as your hand touches everywhere but the one place he desperately needs you to feel. It’s torture. Sweet, sweet suffering.
Before you can get anywhere along with touching Ren, his hand grips yours with intense strength. Ren might not look strong, but he has an insane sleeper build, and can easily throw you around if he wanted to, but he would never do that to his Angel.
Ren shuffles his way out of your lap and onto the floor. He parts your legs, perching himself in between them.
“Can I?” He asks, his eyes flicking down your body and resting at your core. “Please?”
You have half a mind to make him beg, to listen to him whine and plead. But you can’t wait any longer.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” you reply. “Such a well trained pup, aren’t you?”
But he never answers, as he pulls your panties to the side and opens your legs, diving right in. He’s gentle, his actions betraying his infuriating desire to just lose himself in you. His touch is delicate, his slender yet rough fingers gripping your thighs like he needs something to hold onto. Like he needs to brace himself. Like he can and will lose himself in you.
He starts with kisses along your thighs and your pelvis, leaving little love marks on the way. Sometimes he sucks a little, hoping he can leave bruises on your soft skin as evidence of him being there. As proof that he is yours, and you are his.
He stops to take a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of your arousal. All the while your heart is pounding in your chest so loudly you’re sure he can hear it and even feel it.
His breath tickles you as he breaks contact. “Smell s’good, Angel. I can’t stop,” he says, taking large gasps of your scent in between words. “Even better in person.” His voice is slightly muffled, like he couldn’t stand to even move far enough to be heard.
Each inhale is like a direct connection to Ren’s cock, like it’s the key to unlocking that part of him. It’s like electrical signals coursing through his nervous system jolting straight to his core, arousing him more than he thought possible.
“Enjoying yourself, pup?” You ask, weaving your fingers into his soft, fluffy pink hair.
His ears perk up at his nickname, and he hums an affirmation, not bothering to answer you fully. When he’s confident he’s smelled everything possible, and that your scent has been burned into his memory, he darts his tongue out.
All of this buildup has left you insanely wet, a squirming mess beneath him. The instant his tongue searches for your clit, a jolt shocks you through your entire body. Your breath catches, and your grip tightens on his hair.
He watches you with baby blue eyes from his spot between your legs, taking in every reaction you have. Every flick of his tongue is like fire spreading through your body, and you can’t help but let moans and curses escape from your pretty lips with every movement. It’s like he knows exactly which spot to press, how hard to flick his tongue, and how to toy with you until before you realize it, you’re fast-approaching that familiar little death.
The momentum of his licks pulls you apart, threatening to unravel you seam by seam in mere seconds. Your legs instinctively try to tighten as you feel yourself being pushed over that edge, but Ren doesn’t let you. Instead, he forces your legs open and pulls away, the only remnant of his deviance a string of spit connecting his mouth to your sopping cunt.
The sight enough would be enough to push you over, had you not been rudely interrupted and edged. Ren smirks at you, taking in your figure writhing beneath him. “You’re doing so well, Angel~” he praises you, your cunt fluttering around nothing at his words. He wastes no time in diving back in, ready to give you the finale you crave so dearly.
His tongue grazes over your throbbing clit, toying with you with gentle licks. He builds up, increasing his speed and pressure until all that echoes in these walls is the wet sound of your pussy being devoured. Your grip on his hair tightens, tugging it oh so perfectly. Ren whimpers into your cunt, not letting the distraction stop him from pleasuring you.
“Fuck, puppy! Gonna cum soon!!” You say, feeling your head fog over with pleasure. Ren watches as you approach that edge and get swiftly kicked off of it. Normally, he would stop once you started cumming, but not this time. Instead, his tongue fervently licks you, riding your orgasm with you and not giving you any breaks.
It feels like your world has shattered into a million fragments, as you ride wave after wave of ecstasy, each one building off of the last. Your body jolts and shakes beneath his grip, while the air is sucked straight out of your lungs. Your vision is black at the edges— you feel you might pass out just from the pleasure and intensity of it all.
And just when you thought your body couldn’t take anymore, that the onslaught might actually be the death of you, he pulls away. His chin and jaw is slick with your juices, dripping down onto the ground below. He pays no mind, instead scooping some of it up with his thumb and licking it clean, all while staring straight into your soul. He’s watching your every move, like you’re a specimen that needs to be studied by him, and him alone.
As you catch your breath, you notice yourself being lifted off of the couch and into your room. Before you can say anything, you’re gently pushed onto the plush mattress of your bed. Ren’s voice pierces through your hazy thoughts like a beacon of light in a storm. “Please, Angel, let me make you feel good.”
You give him a slight nod, too fucked out with too little energy to form any coherent response right now. You can hear the rustling of Ren’s pants as he practically rips them off. Within seconds, he is on top of you, pushing your legs apart and pressing you into the mattress.
He lines himself up with your entrance, before gently pushing it in. Ren is the type to always make sure you’re comfortable. He’s not one to prioritize his needs, and he wants you to feel good every step of the way. This time is no different, as one of his hands searches for yours ago intertwine his fingers. He holds your hand as he pushes into you, slowly, moaning at every slight movement.
The way you stretch around him and clench him is addicting. Ren cannot and will not get used to this feeling, ever. Each time is more special than the last, each moment you spend connected together a promise to each other.
“You’re doing so well, taking me in,” he groans, his voice low and seductive. His praise sends shivers down your spine and causes you to involuntarily clench around him tighter. He whimpers in response, the sudden change in tightness pushing him farther and farther along that path.
Before he can stop himself, his hips start moving of their own accord, chasing the high they so desperately seek. He fucks into you with slow, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all of the way out before shoving his cock back in. Each thrust fills you even fuller than the last, like he’s inside your entire your body. His pace picks up, until he’s furiously slamming his cock deep into your sloppy cunt, searching for all the pleasure you can give to him. “Fuck, baby, it’s like we’re made for each other. You’re so tight.”
His free hand snakes down your body, searching for your sensitive clit. Your eyes roll back as he finds the sensitive nub, stroking it with his long, slender fingers. “You’re so cute like this, y’know? When you’re so fucked out y’can’t even talk.” At this point, you’re not even sure of the words coming out of his mouth as all you can feel is the intense pleasure of his fingers. The only thing on your mind is your body barreling headfirst towards your impending orgasm, like it’s a sprint.
Ren fucks into you with deliberation, with a purpose. His collar jingles in tandem with every thrust, an accessory to the depravity and lewdity of your bodies. The sound is so erotic, hearing even more evidence of his cock buried deep inside of you.
Your hand reaches to caress his cheek, before resting around his throat. You tug at the collar, and Ren practically unfolds beneath you. “Fuuuuuck yes, Angel,” he responds, egging you on. You pull, harder, enough to make him collapse on top of you. His cock pistons into you erratically, as if it’s a signal of his impending destruction.
Ren’s whimpers come out needy, like he’s whining and begging to feel good. He leaves little marks along your neck, satisfied that they will be on display for all to see. His finger circles your clit as you feel your body tighten, like a knot being pulled taut. Your breath catches in your throat before your entire body releases its tension, like an explosive rupture of passion and pleasure.
Your cunt flutters and tightens around Ren’s cock, and the extra stimulation (and seeing you unravel beneath him) is more than enough to send him spiraling. His hips buck against yours, before he buries his cock as deep as it will go. Ren pants, trying to catch his breath as he stuffs you so full of his cum you might be full for days.
Still inside, he caresses your cheeks and kisses you all over. He swiftly pulls out, gives you a final kiss on your forehead, and gets up off of the bed in search of something to clean you with.
He comes back to find you full dressed again. You smile as your eyes meet. “Why let it go to waste?”
Ren’s heart skips a beat, a blush consuming his pale features. “A-are you sure?” he asks.
“Of course I’m sure. I know how much my good boy loves it~”
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