inspired by The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala
note~ this is quite short but made my subby ass very very happy! also reader is gender neutral and plays the electric guitar at a club ran and/or bonten owns
cw~ collaring, implied pet play, dom!ran and sub!reader, use of pet-names 'baby' and 'pet,' implied smut, ran is down bad <3
closing your eyes as you bob your head to the beat of the drummer, you sink into your final song of the night. with a small smile adorning your face, your fingers swiftly move back and fourth across the frets of your old electric guitar.
many eyes are on focused on the handsome lead singer of your band, but one man's eyes have been focused on you for nearly the entirety of the night.
or, more accurately, the brand-new collar that sits on your neck and catches the light, making you, somehow, even more captivating.
"ran, are you really gonna' stare at them all night?" a man that resembles an octopus half-grumbles at his older brother. he doesn't get a response though, so he sighs and turns his attention back to the conversation going among bonten's excecutives.
when the song ends, the vocalist thanks the occupants of the bar and walks off the small stage, following his band members. ran takes this as his sign to get up and make his way backstage.
when he gets to your dressing room, the one that he had specially furnished specifically for you, he knocks once on the door before swinging it open. he is met with his favorite sight.
you. on your knees. waiting for him.
he smiles, quickly entering and closing the door behind him, and makes his way to you.
"you looked so pretty on stage today, baby. especially with my name around your neck" he whispers as he crouches to touch and pull at the metal tag engraved with his name that sits on your thick, black collar.
the collar that announces you as his precious pet.
leaning forward, he gently presses your lips to his and speaks, "i couldn't keep my eyes off you, baby."
"now, lets go home so i can admire that pretty lil' collar of yours more, yeah?"
Chifuyu!pet shop owner, putting you a pet collar because you misbehaved again in front of his friends and training you at the manager office until you learn how to be a good girl again
crying and vomiting
you think you’re so cute. think you can get away with misbehaving in front of his friends, thinking it’s cute to act like a brat. it’s your fault but also partly his fault, he should know better as your owner, should know that you’re not properly trained. so he does exactly that, picks out a tight little pink collar for you to wear around your pretty neck, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head just from how tight it’s squeezing your throat. but you deserve this, you asked for this. so he’ll give it to you, give it to you the same way he gives you his cock, feeds it to you and lodges it down your throat. air is a privilege. only obedient pets can breathe and—oh! pets shouldn’t walk on two feet right? so he forces you to crawl on your knees, forces you to lap at his balls from under the counter as he rings up a customer, flashing them his boyish smile and acting as if he didn’t have his personal cumslut throating his cock. he wonders if you’ll ever be the perfect pet for him, but it’s okay, he can be patient for you, after all, you are his favourite pet
Summary: After nationals, you have one more chance to talk to Coach and you’re insistent on getting something out of him. He seems hesitant at first, but you manage to win him over with a special little gift you made for yourself.
Warnings: female genitalia, use of “girl”, school setting [reader is set in 3rd year], coercion/encouragement, slight dubcon, collaring, [implied] possessiveness, desk sex, blowjob, condom, cum eating/drinking, age gap, bit of nipple play
“Alright, you’ve all had a tough week, so go on home,” Coach Yamiji said, clapping his hands as he dismissed everyone. It was a tough week, the Nationals game that everyone prepared for, the stress and exhaustion of the week finishing and weighing heavily on everyone’s shoulders.
“[Y/N]? Do you have my extra pair of sneakers?” Kaori asks, rummaging through her bag. You stop and look through yours, finding only your pair. “Did I leave it at Nationals?”
“No, you definitely had them when we were in the locker room. You must’ve set them down, is all!” You clap your hands, getting her attention. “I’ll go check for them and if I find them, I’ll text you and give them back tomorrow,”
“Oh, I can wait if you want me to,”
“No, I know you’re exhausted, plus your mom would get worried if you were late getting home,” you giggle as she momentarily panics, checking her phone. “I live next door, I’ll drop it off tomorrow after we’ve gotten some rest, okay?”
“Alright, but text me if you don’t find them and when you get home, so I don’t have to send someone to hunt you down,” she holds out her pinkie, getting you to make a pinkie promise. “See ya,”
“Bye!” You wave, jogging back to the school building. It was a Saturday, meaning most people had left except the coach, his car still parked. He was probably doing a report or looking through papers on the past week, just sitting in his office.
A grin paints across your lips as you practically skip to the locker rooms, knocking on the boys’ room door. Within a minute of knocking, the door is opening to show the Coach. “[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?”
“Kaori left her shoes, can I go check to see if they’re here?” You ask sweetly, putting your hands together. “Pretty please?”
He sighs, but nods. Letting you in, you thank him as you lightly jog towards the other locker rooms. He has to also open the door, unlocking it so you can search. “I’ll be in my office. Let me know when you’re done,”
“Yes, sir!” You call back, waiting for the footsteps of him leaving to pull the shoes out. Sitting nicely in your locker, under an extra shirt you left, right where you left them. Smiling, you place them in your bag and move them beneath everything, putting your shirt on top and a box with a ribbon on that. Feeling in the pocket, you pull out a plastic wrapper, putting the wrapped condom in your bra as you adjust your top.
Looking in the mirror, you’re satisfied with a couple of loose buttons, making the top of your shirt show a bit more skin than usual. A couple of swishes of your skirt lets you know it’s shorter than normal, another satisfaction. With that, you go to head towards Yamiji’s office, knowing he’s probably hunched over his desk.
Sure enough, he’s completely oblivious as you walk by his office, hardly looking up when you enter. “If you’re done, I’ll close up later,” he says, waving you off. “Have a good weekend,”
“Coach, I just don’t want you to forget. Wouldn’t be good if someone went snooping,” you say, leaning on the door as you lock it. The click isn’t enough for him to find it suspicious, but the noise of you closing the blinds is. “I’ve wanted to ask you something, actually,”
“Oh? I’m listening,” his focus is completely on you, making you squeeze your legs together as you lightly rock on your feet.
“Do you find me attractive?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve. He seems confused, tilting his head. “I’ve just been wondering. I haven’t been doing so well in relationships, so I thought a different perspective would be nice. Am I cute?”
“I— I suppose so?” He stutters, then shakes his head, putting down his pen. “I would consider you attractive, sure, I didn’t know you had boy troubles. This is a bit of a personal matter, is it not?”
“I just wanted to know, since I’ve also found you attractive, is all,” you hum, moving closer to him. He seems confused, but he’s stunned when you sink to your knees in front of him.
“What— What are you doing? This is wrong,” he whispers the last bit, one hand in a motion to stop as you put your hands on his knees, resting your head on them.
“I just want to know if I’m doing everything right in a relationship. You’ll help me, won’t you? You’ve always told us to go to you if we need help, haven’t you?” You pout, getting his features to soften. “Nobody needs to know, after all, it’s just us,”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” he mumbles, rubbing his face, but his legs aren’t tightly pressed together, letting you split them. Moving in between them, you press your lips over his crotch, finding him hardening under your touch.
“Just think about how nice it’d feel to fuck a young pussy,” you say, getting his face to darken. “You’ve worked hard this week, too,” you move up to his stomach, looking up at him while you rub your breasts against his crotch. With a smile, you wait for his answer.
“I suppose, if nobody else knows, I can relax for a bit,” he finally says, sighing, almost as if in defeat. You just give a short clap, glad he’s finally accepted your help. Moving his sweatpants and boxers down, you manage to free his cock, leaking precum. He doesn’t touch you, doesn’t say anything, just watches as you free his cock and start pumping it, getting him harder with each touch of your hand.
“You’re a bit bigger than I imagined. Can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” you grin, lapping at the tip and looking up at him. One hand covers his mouth and nose, eyes still trained on you. Putting the head in your mouth, you manage to elicit a moan from him as you suck, a content hum as you do. Putting the rest in your mouth, you manage to go all the way down to the base, constricting your throat around him as your tongue rubs along the sides. Feeling his hand go to the back of your head, you moan around him as you bob your head, rubbing his base with your hand while the other one plays with his balls.
Drool spills from your lips, mixed with salty cum, dripping down his length and over his balls, your hands massaging them into his skin. He keeps a hand on the back of your neck, keeping you down low on his cock, preventing you from leaving. Your moans reverberate around him, giving him pleasureful sensations as he tightens his grip on the table. Looking up with your eyes, you manage to see him with his head thrown back, groans spilling from his lips as you suck him off. Pleased with what you see, you decide to just suckle on the head of his cock, using your hands to rub and pump the rest of him, getting him to hurl towards his orgasm. With a final lick over his slit, he finishes with a loud groan, shoving you down on his cock as your eyes widen, feeling your mouth fill with his hot seed.
A few more licks to clean up his cock and you finally let it go, licking up the excess on your hands. “Thicker than I thought, too,” you giggle, popping your fingers from your mouth. He’s out of breath and his hand slowly leaves your head, eyes slightly focused on you. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired?”
“Well, I haven’t done.. that in a while,” he finally says, breath coming back to him as he comes down from his post-high. His words make you smile, moving to get your bag. Unzipping it, he watches as you pull out a box with a ribbon on it. “What’s that?”
“Something I bought. Would you mind putting it on me?” You ask, not expecting him to actually answer. He doesn’t, opening the box you hand to him and pulling out a black collar, with a metal dog tag attached on the front. His eyes scan over the tag, eyes widening as he processes it. He doesn’t ask questions, just puts it on you properly and adjusts it, making sure the tag is facing front, the words facing out. “Well? Do you like it? I wanted daddy to know I’m all his, a little plaything,”
“Daddy?” He stutters out, eyes blinking as he shakes his head. You move his papers out the way, setting yourself down on his desk. With your legs spread and his eyes on you, you bring a hand under your skirt as you rub the damp panties. “I—”
“Not gonna leave me hanging, are you, daddy? I’ve been such a good girl for you,” you whine, continuing to rub yourself as you look at him through your lashes. He doesn’t move, eyes focused on your hand rubbing yourself while his hands clench beside him. “Need daddy’s cock real bad,” you moan out, moving your panties so he can see just how wet you are. It’s the final straw to any restraint, him hunching over you as his lips collide with yours, hands moving under your skirt to pull off your panties. Pulling from the kiss, you push him back as you undo your shirt, letting it hang off your shoulders, taking the condom from your bra. You rip it open for him, handing the latex material to him so he can put it on himself. While he does, you unclasp your bra and set it to the side, thankful you switched to the strapless one before leaving the locker room.
Once Yamiji has rolled the condom on his cock, he gives it a few pumps. Looking at you, he clears his throat. “Are you- Are you sure? That you want this?” He asks, tip of his cock only hovering over your cunt, rubbing it in your juices. You’re absolutely dripping and he has the sense to ask you? You let out a giggle at it, nodding.
“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy,” you grin, pressing your lips to his as your legs wrap around him, bringing him closer. He moans into the kiss as he sinks inside of you, you breaking the kiss to let out a breathless moan. “Fuck-!” You scream as he gives a sharp thrust, head thrown back as he pistons himself into you. Running your fingers through his hair, you manage to bring his head to your bare chest, leaning back to you don’t hurt his back. Biting on your lip, you continue to moan and mewl, running your nails along the back of his neck as he sucks on your nipple.
One of his hands grip your thigh harshly, massaging the flesh temporarily, as his other one lays flat on the table. His thrusts are so harsh that the table creaks and rocks with each one, squealing under the force. He briefly bites down on your nipple, making you scream and clench around him. That in turn makes him let out a deep moan, rutting against you as he spills into the condom, sucking the flesh of your breast as he finishes spilling into the condom.
Pulling out, he looks down to see the condom still on, hanging off his cock with his load. Taking it off, he goes to throw it away, but you grab his arm before he can. Without words, you take it from him and pour the contents into your mouth, letting some dribble from your lips and down your chest. Bringing up two fingers, you rub the extra cum over your nipple. “Can’t let any of daddy’s cum go to waste,” you hum, licking your lips. He just stares, hands moving to your waist as he’s unsure of what to do. “You gonna let me cum too? Or am I gonna have to do it myself?”
Mentioning it seems to have lit a fire under him, eyes widening as he gets the hint. “Don’t worry pretty girl, daddy won’t leave you unsatisfied,” he says, voice low enough that it almost sounds like a groan. Him saying those words and picking you up, setting you down in his chair as he kneels between your legs could have you creaming on his face in seconds.
You’re still sensitive when he goes to suck on your clit. Running his tongue over your clenching hole, he pushes it in as he sucks on the skin around it. You bring your hands to his hair, keeping him down against your skin as you curse, rubbing your pussy against his face. He brings his hands to either side of your thighs, keeping them pressed to the side of his head as he dives in. Legs lock up and twitch as you mewl, one hand leaving his hair to twist and tweak your nipple, back arching in pleasure. Flicking his tongue against your clit, he then gives your pussy long licks as he alternated between them, sucking on your bud occasionally. A particularly harsh suck had you screaming, entire body twitching as you gush over his face.
He doesn’t seem to mind, removing himself as he wipes your juices from his face, licking it off his fingers. “Is my little girl happy?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. With a gleeful smile, you nod, bringing his face closer to yours to give him a kiss. Breaking from it, you notice he’s hard again. Softly touching it has him groaning, grabbing your wrist to stop you. “We both have places to be,”
“Just one more taste, please? Then I’ll be a good girl and go home,” you pout, giving your best pleading eyes. He sighs, but nods, so you get up from the chair to let him sit down, but he instead just leans against the table, adjusting his pants a bit lower. You grin and get down in front of him, squatting as you press your lips to his cock. Still wet from his own cum, you moan as you lap it all up, putting it in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you bring one hand to your clit to rub, closing your eyes as you mewl, cunt clenching. Your other hand rubs the extra length, alternating between that and massaging his balls. Pulling your mouth off of him, you pump his cock as you move your mouth to suck on his balls, looking up at him as you do.
His head is thrown back, hands tight on the edge of the table, mouth letting out deep moans that have you dripping. Popping him back in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his slit to get him hurling towards the end, a buck of his hips as he paints your mouth. Satisfied, but still bobbing your head a bit, you make sure to get all of him.
A buzz from your bag has you checking it, seeing Kaori had texted you. Typing out a quick message, you slide it back in your bag while Yamiji tucks himself away, fixing his clothes. “I’ll see you on Monday, then?” He asks, watching as you dress yourself to something presentable. You just nod, smiling at him. “After school, perhaps?” You give him a kiss that that.
“Bye-bye, daddy,” you say, covering your mouth as you leave the office. Shuffling out of sight of his office windows, you push the door open to see nobody out and about. It’s a bit darker and you’re behind the school, so you lean against the door and squat, pushing three fingers into your mouth. A glob of Yamiji’s cum is on them, and you use your other hand to move your panties to the side, rubbing his cum against your pussy.
Smearing some excess on your panties, you adjust yourself and smile, already looking forward to Monday.
