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With cars on all sides of you, you pray to the god that better be out there for the insane traffic to move forward more than just a centimetre.
It’s a Friday, you had finished all your tasks early in the hope that you wouldn’t be caught in the chaos along the road that you’re trapped in anyway. You curse bitterly. All you want is to be in the arms of your loving partner, want to ask him about his day, want to breathe in the vanilla scent that both soothes and excites the primal parts of your brain.
To be fair, you had been horny the entire day. From when you first left home to now, all you could think about is absolutely ravishing the canine toy, spreading yourself out on his fluffy chest and basking in his touch and affection.
You definitely did not want to be dealing with half-wits and asshole drivers who should have never gotten their licence in the first place. Like the guy that suddenly cuts in front of you to merge into your lane.
Your hand smacks the middle of your steering wheel so hard that it hurts you in the process, but you barely notice as your fury is translated through the car horn.
“Fucking idiot,” You mutter. Looking at your navigation, you groan in frustration: 30 minutes until you’re home.
It couldn’t come soon enough.
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Pulling up to your driveway at last, you issue a deep sigh of relief.
You did it. You endured the horrid traffic, didn’t completely lose your shit (although many exasperated groans and swears were issued), and now you’re outside your house.
Trying to shed off your lingering frustration, you grab your keys as you trudge up to the front door, unlocking it as fast as you can. Waiting for you on the other side is your handsome boyfriend, who gives you a winning smile.
“Dogday!” Dropping your handbag to practically throw yourself at him, he lifts you up to his body, embracing you fully in one of the best hugs you’ve had this week.
“Angel! How are you sweetie?” He asks.
“Oh Puppy, so much better now that I’m home.” You kiss his cheek before continuing. “It was so busy at the office today, I got stuck in the worst traffic ever! Took me over an hour to drive back.”
“I know it’s been rough for you this week. That’s why I got you something.” He gently sets you back down on your feet before rushing to another room. A few seconds later and he returns, a hand behind his back.
“I wanted to do something because you’ve been under a lot of pressure at work, so…” He slowly brings the hidden hand around, revealing a stunning bouquet of multicoloured roses, their beauty making you cover your mouth in surprise. “I got you flowers. I hope you like them, Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh…” You reach out to them, holding the bouquet as you lean into them to inhale their delicate fragrance. “It’s perfect, Puppy! Thank you so much.” The act brings a few tears to your eyes, and he chuckles at your reaction.
“Just like you, Angel.” He smiles warmly as you fawn over the bright flowers.
“I’m gonna put them in a vase right now. Be right back!” You half-run to the laundry cupboard to retrieve a glass vase with an intricate pattern before making your way to the dining table. In a matter of seconds, the flowers are situated on the table, water and all.
“There, aren’t they gorgeous?” You grin as you admire the display, the furry canine coming up to your side.
“They are. However I see someone much prettier right here.” As you look up at him, you see his eyes glowing in the mischievous way that they do when he’s up to something.
You could be cheeky too.
“Oh really? Who do you mean, Dogday? The neighbour?” You feign heavy naivety, successfully holding your neutral expression without laughing.
“Ha! Really, Angel?” He picks you up again and you let a small smile show as you hold onto his fore arms. “You know that nobody on this planet is anywhere near as gorgeous as you.”
Your hair flies around you as you throw your head back in laughter, he just knew how to make you crack. Fortunately, you know just how to make him crumble too. Fixing him with a seductive stare, you speak in a lower tone as you let a hand thread into his fur.
“You know, I’m pretty pent up from work. I could use a way to decompress, if you know what I mean, Pup.” Watching how his irises flicker from that, you know you have him hooked.
“I do, sweet Angel.” He leans in closer, wisps of orange grazing your face as he simultaneously shifts his hold under you. “I have a feeling that you have an idea in mind, right?”
“Right as always, baby.” You kiss his nose, the fluffiness raising along his body in a shudder. You drop your voice to a whisper. “I want you to pin me against the wall and give me everything you have. Will you do that for me?”
Just as the last word leaves your breath, Dogday walks you back until you hit the wall, body parallel to the plaster. He leans into you as your legs wrap around his torso of their own volition.
“Do you even need to ask, my little Devil?” He breathes, inches away from your parted lips. A second later they’re sealed on his in a wild kiss, as if you were starving for each other and you finally have the chance to sate your deep hunger.
The canine tugs you tight to his form so that every part of you is in contact with him: Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. And, by god, you can feel how much he wants you. The searing warmth of his lower body radiating between your thighs is heaven in itself.
He parts his mouth from yours to nuzzle into your neck, one of his favourite things to do, as he keeps you two pressed firmly and delightfully together.
“Angel…” The title comes out husky near your ear with barely mitigated desire, pulling a deep-seated moan from the back of your throat. You shift your hips up in a small motion to feel the friction of his clothed strain against your panties, drawing a heedy breath from your partner as he rolls his hips back into your heat with increasing fervour. You gasp as your head fills with bliss from the intense foreplay, meeting his advances eagerly. It’s not long until your underwear is heavily damp with your excitement.
You had been fantasising about doing this with your lover for quite some time, had wanted to know what it would feel like to be completely in his grasp as you became one over and over. A shaky sigh escapes you as the canine peppers your neck in kisses, not once losing his pacing. You hear the strain of lust in his voice as he speaks again.
“Angel, are you ready for me?” A hand dips in between you both to grip the band of his shorts, the implication clear. He pulls his face from your skin, looking at you like you are the end and beginning of all that he is, the divine being he always says you are.
“Yes.” You don’t bother hiding the thick want in your answer, and he tugs his shorts down with his boxers in one decisive action. His manhood springs out and grazes your stomach with precum, ever enthusiastic to meet with the wet warmth of you yet again. With your help, your lower half is exposed too, panties joining his attire on the floor.
“Ok. Hold onto me tight, baby.” You comply, looping your arms above his shoulders and behind his head as you brace your body against the plaster. With a steady motion, you feel the tip prod at your folds, serving only to desire him inside you even more. Slowly, he makes headway, sighing deeply as he moves until your hips knock gently into each other, sheathing himself completely. You tip your head back in satisfaction at the sensation of him stretching you so perfectly, whispering his name and relishing how your lover’s fur raises along with his arousal. He groans out as he shifts his pelvis back to thrust back into you, starting up a delicate pace that has you making distinct noises of pleasure instantly.
“Ah- Puppy, oh my god…” Your words are lilted with high pitched vocalisations and you tighten your crossed legs. You lean your lower body into him, needing him deeper, as far as he can go. You need more.
Like he just read your mind, his hands practically grip onto your ass as he speeds up, working himself further into the sticky mess he’s causing. Unhindered moans leave your mouth as your eyelids flutter closed, getting lost in the sensation of in and out, shallow then deeper.
In a matter of minutes, your partner is rutting into you with starved, animalistic intensity that has you whining with ecstacy. He is giving you his all, exactly what you wanted, claiming you passionately as if you’re in heat.
“Oh god, Angel, you feel amazing. Are you close?” You make an effort to process what he’s asking, pulling your mind swimming with oxytocin together enough to answer him.
“I- ah, I’m getting there, Puppy. Are you?”
“I’m right there, Angel.” He presses his snout to your shoulders as he continues to rock against you. “I am so close. But I want to finish with you.”
You half moan, half cry out at the confession. It has you fluttering, constricting around his length sporadically as it burrows into you again and again. In a matter of moments, you’re with him too, on the edge.
“Fuck, I’m there too, baby. Please give me everything, I need it!”
A hand trails up your back as the other supports you, the teasing making it arch with exquisite bliss.
“You want it, baby? You want this cock to give you all that it has?” You gasp from the explicit language as he goes on in a husky strain. “Want me to paint your insides white?”
“Yes, yes I do!” Practically wailing, you are sent over the edge, crying out his name as you spasm around the length pushed so deep it touches your cervix. He groans long and hard as he releases inside you, filling you up with warm goodness. You both sigh in tandem, relaxing in your embrace as you bask in the glow of your climaxes.
After a minute, you tilt your head forward, shifting your glazed over eyes from the ceiling to Dogday, who is still catching his breath. You smile, brushing the side of his face affectionately.
“Thank you for that, Puppy. That was out of this world.”
He laughs breathlessly, readjusting his grasp on you as he smiles back. “Same for me, Angel. You’re perfect every time, but that was on another level. No wonder you wanted to do that so much.”
You giggle, kissing his cheek. “I have more where that came from. We could try out more after dinner, unless you have something else in mind.”
His grin expands from your playful suggestion, and he responds as he traces your skin with his nose. “Oh Angel, you’re not the only one with good ideas. Have you ever heard of the ‘missionary position’?”