your subby puppy getting carried away inhaling your scent until they just bury their nose in your crotch, arms looped around your waist to keep you trapped there

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your subby puppy getting carried away inhaling your scent until they just bury their nose in your crotch, arms looped around your waist to keep you trapped there
Scent. - a Haikyuu!! fanfiction pt.08
Scent. – a Haikyuu!! fanfiction pt.08
art by @a-zebra-was-here on tumblr “Kenma, finish the report” The blonde shook his head vigorously in contempt and looked back at the phone in his hands. Akaashi was tired of rallying everyone around, especially in situations like these. “We really need these reports from everyone who was there. Come on Kenma”, his voice was a low hum almost but his facial features showed aggravation that…
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thinking about being the little breeding bunny in a series of breeding trials, pumped with aphrodisiacs and strapped down in a primal’s enclosure. the fragrance of my heat drawing them out of hiding. they hesitate to be out in the open, but they’ve also been drugged to induce a ferocious rut and the scent of my cunt is undeniable. losing all sense of control when they find me strapped down and completely vulnerable, all three holes wet and waiting to be bred
cute sweet subby bois scenting you, nuzzling your neck and kissing down your chest
your Dom suffocating you in the fabric of their crotch
just primal thingz: when they push you to your knees and rub their bulge on your face
the car is packed, directions entered into the GPS. it’s early, and you stand outside the car in the dim dawn light. you look around at the apartment complex windows, hoping no one is up early enough to see you in all your skimpy outfitted glory. you tug the hem of your skirt down self-consciously
Now before we go, they hold out their hand. Give me your underwear.
you almost die from embarrassment as you pull down the smuggled out lacy scrap of fabric (the only kind they have for you) and put it in their outstretched palm. you can feel how wet it is as it leaves your fingers and you want to die again as they inhale briefly before putting it in their pocket