a/n: the character is unspecified, but is still depicted as 18+ y/o. I've added a list of characters i had in mind while writing it, you can see the in the tags. You can still imagine your fave, tho!
"What's that? You're crying?" You watch as hot tears run down his cheeks, small sniffles escape him. With a 'tsk', you brush strands of hair that block his face, "You're always all bark, and no bite. It really takes me just a bit of harshness, and you're already turning into a whining dog in heat."
He desperately shakes his head, but not in attempt to disagree with your last sentence, no. He tries to prove that he is capable of biting alright, yet the muzzle you put on him doesn't allow that. Your fingers trace the metal cage, pleased with his pouting expression.
"How about you prove how good you can be for me, let's say, by..." your foot presses against his clothed semi-erection, ripping out a startled whimper. He doubles down, hugging your leg with his arms, eyes trained on your face, "...making yourself cum by humping my leg, hm?"
"What?! You know I can't come, if you don't touch me! You better give me proper attention, [Name]!" He huffs, looking offended by your "dumb" suggestion. You're well aware of how he gets, when you try to put him in his place, trying to appear dominant. His attempts always fail, however.
"Cute. Very cute." You run your hand in his hair, tugging at his messy strands. You look him up and down, his mouth open in a silent moan. "Cute, yet so desperate. Are you not?"
"N-no! I'm not desperate, you are– Ah!" You give his hair a one more harsh tug, which shuts him up completely. "Shut your damn mouth and be a good boy for once, or else I'll make sure you won't get to have any orgasms for a whole week."
"Yes, master..." You nod along his words, petting him in a rewarding manner. You like his feistiness, but his obedient side has a unique charm to it. You press your foot on his still clothed dick, before slightly lifting it. "Hump my leg."
The words sound authoritative, no room left for his brattiness. He hesitates for only a couple of moments, but slowly wraps his arms around your thigh, while his bottom half ruts against your shin. You can't help teasing him by brushing your fingers in his locks.
His movements turn into erratic ones, rhythm lost completely. He turns his head to the side, pressing the muzzle to your leg, as frustrated tears form in his eyes. He blinks, and they start streaming down his flushed face.
"Poor thing, let me help you," you free him from the cage, massaging the spots it connected to. "Don't stop moving. If you make yourself cum like this, I'll reward you." You kiss his temple, urging him to get back to work.
Your dog might bark a lot, but he will never bite the hand that gives him pleasure.
a/n: a character is aged-up and depicted as 18+ y/o.
Floyd sits on his knees in front of you, a smirk on his face makes you want to ruin him completely. You think on what punishment to give him, since Floyd thought it would be a good idea to act like a whore in public. His heterochromic eyes watch you intensely, waiting for any action.
"Floyd, you've been acting very bad lately, and i think it's a problem. Don't you?" He shakes his head, cocky grin still present. He flashes you his sharp teeth, "I don't think it's a problem, [Name]! I was just showing everybody you belong to me, shrimpy!"
You slap his face, surprising Floyd, his eyes widen. "Such a brat. You think you can act like a slut and expect me not to punish you?" You slap him again, ripping a moan out of Floyd, his cock jumps at the harsh treatment. "Tsk, getting turned on from being slapped, brat? Didn't expect anything else from the likes of you."
Floyd pants, legs pressing close to each other as he tries to get some type of friction. You slap his other cheek and spread Floyd's legs with your own. You step on his dick, making him flinch and whine desperately. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, dropping on the floor, his hips thrust up and a whimper leaves his lips.
"L-love it when you're so h-harsh," you press your foot harder, and Floyd moans brokenly. He tries his best in building an orgasm, and you let him. For now. You chuckle at Floyd's desperate face, his eyebrows frowning, eyes shut close. Your boyfriend ruts in your foot, losing a rhythm he created when he gets close.
You feel his dick twitch with the back of your foot and quickly take it away. Floyd shoots his eyes open, mouth agape in a silent scream, as pathetic dribbles of white cum drip from his tip. It hurts so bad and your boyfriend's mind goes blank.
"Did you learn your lesson, or should I repeat it?" You're met with silence, so a slap lands on Floyd's cheek. "I asked you a question," he gulps, eyes hazily looking at you. A dumb smile spreads on his face, drool running down his chin, as he reaches his hands to you.
"Please, slap me! Spank me! Anything, I'll be good for you, but just– hurt me!" You look down on his hard cock, covered in cum, and a sadistic grin creeps to your mouth. You're going to ruin him so good tonight.
