can you do a fanfic of sub puppy boy! solivian 👀👀👀 PLEASEEEE my life would be all yours
₊˚.༄ i believe in puppyboy supremacy ‼ hope you like it <3 just a short lil thingie abt bad puppies >_<
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⁺ . ✦ tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), sub puppy sol, fdom, msub, milking, restraints / tied up, handjob, fr milked dry ⁺ . ✦ wc. 738
A soft gasp sprinkles the silence. You look over to admire the absolute beautiful work you’ve done. As if it’s a sight to behold, to consume, to appreciate— Sol lies with his back against the pillows of your bed, arms suspended above his head and tied together with restraints. His chest heaves with every breath, his body shuddering with every attempt to move.
“Awww puppy… tired already? We’re just getting started,” you coo, taking position between his legs once more.
His tail wags beneath him, slightly, as if he’s still excited despite his body being completely and utterly spent.
You had caught him being naughty, trying to take advantage of you by spiking your drink. You wouldn’t let his innocent demeanor fool you once more. Besides, you’ve been over this. If he wants something that bad, if he wants you that bad, all he needs to do is ask, or better yet—beg you for it. Maybe whine for it?
Sol shakes his head. Despite multiple orgasms in a row, and a very large mess pooling between his legs, his body still reacted to your touch as if you had never touched him before.
His collar jingles as he shakes his head. “Please, more…” His voice draws out. His cock is fully erect, somehow, and still leaking like a geyser. “I need more….” He says, slurring his words.
What a selfish little boy.
You grin from ear to ear, not bothering to hold back your excitement. You crawl between his legs, pushing his thighs apart with your hands, until you’re eye-level with his throbbing cock. “Look,” you say, taking in the perversion of a well spent cock. “It’s still so excited even after all of that… you’re probably shooting blanks at this point, puppy.”
He whines, pulling against the restraints. “Please—” he gasps for air. “Please let me fuck you, please,” he begs. His voice cracks, adding a sweet note that makes him look all the more pathetic.
You contemplate it for a second. But that’s all he gets before you shake your head in mock pity. It would be rewarding bad behavior if you indulged him. “No, puppy… bad boys don’t get that,” you feign sympathy, but not a single bone in your body feels bad for him.
He goes to say something, but is interrupted by the overwhelming sensation of your lips on the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue around the head, taking time to feel every inch, every little spot of him that you can. His voice catches in his throat, and he gasps, sharply. His moans are like little bits of heaven sprinkled throughout the air, decorating it.
You savor every whimper, every whine, and every hitched breath before pulling away with a sharp pop! Sol whines at the sudden loss of sensation. You adjust yourself, and wrap a hand around his needy cock. You spit on the tip, needing the extra lubrication for what you’re about to do.
He cries out as you start moving your hand, squeezing and pulling at his throbbing member. His arms pull at the restraints as he wishes, no pleads, to heaven above that he could just fuck you right now. “You’re doing so well, Sol,” you coo, praising him in just the right way that makes his head spin.
“Fuck, ah— it feels so good—” he says, his words interlaced with pathetic whimpers and moans.
You stop. “What feels good, puppy?”
“You— your hand, fuck, the way you move— it feels so fucking good.” His hips buck at your hand, wanting to feel you as much as he can.
“Good boy,” you purr, your other hand reaching across his v-line, caressing and stroking the dips of hips and the way his body curves beneath your fingers.
Your self-indulgence is interrupted, as Sol’s whimpers pick up, and he mutters a string of curses. “Fuck—fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum— fuck, pleaseletmecum,” he begs, but there is no time for your response as his body violently shakes, his cock sputtering and throbbing of its own accord.
You wouldn’t think he was climaxing if it weren’t for his spasming and whining, as his throbbing cock leaked absolutely nothing. You were correct. “Fuck, puppy, looks like I milked you dry, again,” you giggle, teasing him.
He blushes, looking over at you, before turning his gaze away in shame.
“Next time, be a good boy, and I’ll reward you.”
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