content: gender neutral reader, masturbation, edging
Every now and then you’re driven by the mean urge to teach Puppy Hybrid a little bit of discipline. No amount of scolding will contain his shameless behavior, so you’ve got to take matters into your own hands.
Today, unsurprisingly, you find him breaking the rules; you’d asked him to be a good boy and put his dirty thoughts away, but it’s so difficult, you see! There are so many things in your apartment that remind him of you. It’s enough for him to take in your scent, and the heat immediately begins building up in his groin.
He tried his best, he truly did, curling himself under the sheets and awaiting your arrival with an obedient pout. Then his nose picked it up - the pillow smelling just like you did before you got out of bed. If he closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could almost feel your weight next to him, the warmth radiating from your body. It was a peaceful, innocent thought, so how did he end up drooling and humping your pillow in desperate need?
You could tell from the moment you arrived, picking up those familiar, muffled whimpers he tried to hide and miserably failed.
“Are you jerking off using my pillow?”
At last, you’re home! Without an ounce of regret, he tumbles to the ground and crawls to you, clinging to the fabric of your trousers and tugging at them with greed. It’s clear he wants you naked and underneath him. His glazed eyes look up at you pleadingly.
You sit on the edge of the bed, then spread your legs just enough for him to fit in between. Oh, he’s growing impatient. You stare at the impressive erection throbbing and twitching against you, and the heavy, beaded strings of precum pooling at your feet.
“What a beggar,” you scold, pushing back clumps of his bangs and revealing his flushed face. He pants and grunts into your skin, tongue rolled out pathetically. “You want to cum that badly?”
“I missed you,” he whines, visibly on the edge. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you for hours now. Don’t be mean.”
If you’re not in the mood, at the very least, let him taste you while he touches himself. He’ll do the work. Right as he reaches for the zipper, you slap his hand off and click your tongue.
“I didn’t say you can do it,” you retort, pushing him back and gently pressing onto his cock with your bare foot. “You haven’t listened to me once today. I don’t help misbehaving pets,” you warn, teasing him with a back-and-forth rub. He shivers under your touch. “You’ll cum when I tell you to. Think you can do that?”
The puppy hybrid violently nods, fat tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Please. I’ll do whatever you say,” he moans, sprawled on the floor and jerking his hips closer. You can only guess the other words coming from him, as they’re melting into incoherent pleads.
Aha, so he does know how to ask nicely. Your hybrid boyfriend simply needs the occasional harsh reminder. Worry not, he will be rewarded for his cooperation.