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emzandthevoid · 6 months ago

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Pet Boy

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Will Ramos

Content Warnings: 18+, pet play, collar and leash, d/s, blowjob, deepthroating, softness, two dummies so clearly enamored with each other

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: part of @ladyveronikawrites and @sitkowski’s Kinktober

A/N: I’ve only dabbled a little in writing pet play, and did a little reading to make sure I got the jist, so I apologize if it’s a little wonky. It was a little out of my comfort zone, but still fun to write nonetheless :)

divider by @adornedwithlight

Noah Masterlist

Will Masterlist

Pretty Boy Masterlist

Any time Noah came to visit, no matter how long his stay, he always brought gifts. He often gave Will little things—a candy bar here, a soda there. Maybe a pretty and colorful bouquet of flowers that he definitely didn’t spend an embarrassing amount of time agonizing over. Sometimes they were silly little rings or toys from a coin or claw machine. He’d even splurged on some nice pieces of jewelry that Will had to be persuaded to keep.

This time, it was a simple, plain black leather strap adorned with silver lettering that spelled PRETTY BOY. On the reverse, ‘PROPERTY OF NOAH’ was branded right behind his name. Heat rushed to Will’s face. He was unable to dare a glance at Noah, but he could definitely sense the smug, self satisfied expression plastered on his face.

“You’re already attached like a lost kitten,” Noah teased, “so I thought why not claim the stray?”

They never discussed what they were; they weren’t exactly dating, but they also weren’t seeing or fooling around with anyone else. And though he said it in the heat of the moment, Will meant it when he said all he wanted to be was Noah’s.

Noah shifted on the couch then reached for Will, pulling him to sit in his lap. He grabbed the collar from him and studied Will, dark yet kind eyes searching carefully for any overstepped boundaries.

“Can I put it on?”

Word difficult to come by, Will simply nodded. Any other time Noah would demand a verbal response, but for now it would be fine.

Will leaned down enough so Noah could fasten the leather around his neck. The subtle touch of his fingers ghosting his skin sent a small shiver across his shoulders, goosebumps prickling not far behind. Will kept his gaze entirely on Noah, staring him down as if he were trying to burn a hole through him. The smile that graced his face as he fastened the collar made Will’s heart flutter.

Noah managed to slip a finger underneath, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight. It was snug against his Adam’s Apple, but not horrifically unpleasant or uncomfortable.

“I got a leash too.” Noah said casually. “Can’t have you wandering off, now can we?”

Will ran the pads of his fingers over the silver lettering. There was no loop or anything to attach a leash to. As if Noah read his mind, he gathered his chain in his hand and gently pulled him in for a soft and slow kiss. The air in his lungs vanished, leaving Will dizzy and lightheaded. A warm, tingling buzz coursed through him. He shifted higher in Noah's lap, earning a small smile from him; he hardly noticed the clattering sound of metal until it was followed by a clicking.

Still, he paid it no mind. Instead, Will tried to cup Noah’s jaw, intending to deepen the kiss as Noah slipped an arm low around his hip, only to be halted by a large hand on his chest gently pushing him back.

Noah sank further into the couch, leaning his head against the back of it. Will followed closely, unable to be even a centimeter away. Noah chuckled fondly. He slipped his fingers just under Will’s shirt, ghosting along his skin at the base of his spine. The other stayed placed on his chest—right over the quickened but steady beating of his heart.

Something flickered in Noah’s eyes, akin to something of clarity, shining brightly in the dark depths of brown and pairing splendidly with the faint curve of his lips.

“You really are the prettiest boy, you know that?” Noah whispered soft and quiet, as if he’d disturb the peace around them if he spoke any louder.

The tickle of his warm breath and compliment seeped into Will. He lowered his head with a small breath and pressed their foreheads together.

“One little kiss, a little praise, and you’re already so worked up.” Noah ran his hand down and up Will’s chest before fiddling with the leash hanging from his chain. “Needy little thing aren’t you?”

Will remained quiet, choosing to answer with a much more heated kiss and relishing in the breathless sigh that escaped Noah. His hand went the rest of the way under his shirt, flattening his palm and pressing against the space his fingers were. Will took it as an invitation to start a slow grind. An approving hum sounded from Noah, seamlessly blending into their kiss.

There was a gentle tug on his leash while the hand at his back traveled to his side, leaving a delicate trail of goosebumps in its path, and squeezed Will’s waist firmly. He shifted in Noah’s lap, seeking a little relief from the growing uncomfortable tightness in his jeans, a soft sound of his own getting lost.

The gentle grazing of teeth on his bottom lip spurred Will on, sighing with a little more need and grinding with a little more purpose. Short nails softly created little crescents in his skin; he heard the tug of the leash more than he felt it, but still felt his body being pulled even closer to Noah.

Noah broke the kiss to take a much needed breath. Will tried to capture his lips again, but was denied.

“Noah, pleas—“ his pout was cut short by a short yank of the leash.

“Pets don’t talk.” Noah said, voice breathy and hot. “You only speak when commanded or if you’re uncomfortable. Understand?”

Will stared at him then nodded slowly.

“Speak.”

“I understand.”

Noah smiled, affectionate and proud.

“Good boy. Now,” he snapped and pointed to the floor, “Off.”

Reluctantly, Will slid out of Noah’s lap and settled neatly on his knees between his legs. He was unsure if he could touch Noah. Taking the risk anyway, he placed his hands on his knees and waited for… well, he wasn’t sure. Noah gave nothing away, lounging casually as he watched Will slowly run his hands up the soft material of his joggers.

In his periphery, Will could see a clear erection begging to be freed. He shifted, scooting closer to Noah until his knees hit the bottom of the couch. He hoped Noah could see the desperation in his eyes and in his constant fidgeting.

Not knowing any other way to ask, Will gripped one of Noah’s thighs while he trailed a hand up to his cock, palming him firmly with pleading eyes. He was less concerned about his own needs, ignoring the ache of his cock and worrying about Noah’s instead.

Noah grabbed a fistful of faded pink curls and guided him to his crotch. Will winced and made a small sound of discomfort.

“See what you did?” Noah’s tone was harsh, bordering on condescending. He pressed Will’s face to his lap, rubbing his cheek against his confined cock. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

Will tried to mask his moan behind a gasp but failed. Noah tsked.

“Such a naughty kitten. What are we going to do about this, hm?”

So many things raced through his head, but he couldn’t settle on just one. Already being denied the ability to speak, Will assumed he was also being denied choice.

Noah pulled his hair again, forcing his head back. Will gasped softly. The sting rippled through him, heightening the tingling already buzzing beneath his skin.

Will watched the hand not tangled in his hair tug at his waistband. He felt saliva already pooling inside his mouth. He wasn’t even sure Noah would let him have a taste.

Even if he wanted, he couldn’t stop his whine seeing Noah’s cock spring free.

“Is this what you want?” Noah wrapped his hand around himself, then lightly tapped Will’s cheek with his cock.

Dark eyes bore into him, waiting for a response. His face was otherwise expressionless save for the subtle raised brows. Part of Will wanted to test him—misbehave purposefully to find out how disciplinary Noah would be, see how thin he could wear his patience before he got mean. He doesn’t think it would take much considering how harshly he grabbed his hair.

Noah tightened his grip more, eliciting a silent whimper from Will and extinguishing any idea of disobedience. The sting was starting to hurt. He blinked rapidly to try and ward off the tears collecting on his lashes. Noah eased up just a little, slapping his cheek again with his cock.

“Speak.”

“Yes.”

The response was more of a breath laced with pathetic desperation than an actual word, but Will didn’t care. His blood was buzzing, making his insides itch with lustful anticipation.

Noah commanded him to open and he did so quickly, earning an amused yet affectionate smile. The tension on his scalp instantly washed away when Noah let go to grab the leash, the pins and needles prickling down his neck and across his shoulders. Will couldn’t help the lick of his lips as Noah angled his cock towards his waiting mouth.

He went easily with the pull of the chain, sticking out his tongue the closer he got to Noah’s cock.

“Always so eager to please.” Noah praised. “Put your tongue away.”

Will complied and left his mouth open. Slowly, Noah traced his lips with his tip, the soft, smooth skin gliding effortlessly. He watched Noah get lost in his own little world, eyes following his movements. Will whined quietly. It wouldn’t take much to guide it inside, give it the proper attention it deserves, but that wouldn’t make him a very good boy.

“Such pretty little lips. Perfect for kissing and sucking cock.” Noah tapped his bottom lip. “I know you’re well acquainted already, but why don’t you say hello?”

Carefully, as if it would startle, Will placed a barely there kiss to the head of his cock, a gesture so delicate it could hardly be called a kiss. Each delicate brushing of lips and hot breathy exhale down his length made Noah’s jaw clench. In his periphery, he saw a white knuckled grip on his leash. Will lingered at the base, eyes glued to the dark, heavily infatuated ones staring back at him.

He parted his lips a little more, subtlety licking to wet them and grazed Noah’s cock ever so. Will trailed back up his shaft, his kisses more prominent and purposeful. His eyes fluttered at the gentle touch of Noah’s hand softly pushing his curls out of his face.

Will exaggerated the kiss on Noah’s tip, nearly taking it all between his lips and once again grazing him with his tongue. Noah sighed softly. Languid and slow, he continued, relishing in every small sound he pulled from Noah.

Fingers dragged across his scalp and there was another tug on the leash. Will caught on that Noah was growing tired of the teasing and took the head of his cock fully between his lips, closing his mouth around it and sucked softly.

“Good kitten.” His voice sounded a touch hoarse already. Will purred at his praise.

He slowly slid his tongue along the slit, trying to coax beads of precum. A quiet swear breezed from Noah’s lips as his head lulled back and melted into the couch cushions. Noah peered down at Will through hooded lids. His breaths were heavy and deep. A steady calmness radiated from him despite the growing frenzied glint in the dark depth of his eyes.

With another short tug on his leash, Will took more of Noah’s cock, tongue curving as his length slowly filled his mouth. He went until he gagged then pulled back, returning to briefly spoil his tip with soft lapping before he swallowed down the rest of him.

“That’s a good boy,” he sighed the praise, eyes falling shut, “just like that.”

Noah held Will’s head in place, allowing himself the pleasure of the sound of his choking and the wet warmth of his mouth. He pushed him down little by little until he felt the back of his throat and his nose brushed the neatly trimmed pubic hairs. It was always a mouthful and always a struggle to keep him down.

Noah lifted his hips, sinking just that little bit deeper down Will’s throat. Will braced himself, hands landing high on Noah’s thighs. He grabbed a fistful of curls and pulled a tear streaked and red faced Will off; thin strings of saliva connected them briefly before breaking. Drool and spit covered his lips and chin. His face grew redder at his sputtering coughs.

The sudden yank of his chain caused him to gasp and choke on the breath he was trying to catch. Noah’s cock slotted against the side of his nose.

“What a mess you are, Will.” Noah spoke, a sickly saccharine tone and smile to match. “I bet you’re aching.”

Truthfully, Will had forgotten all about his own erection. Now being reminded, he was very aware of how tight his jeans had become. The more he thought about it, the more he could feel the dull throbbing and pressure.

Noah yanked the leash again, chuckling meanly Will’s whimper.

“Yeah, of course you are.” He patted Will’s cheek. “Think you can be a good boy and cum for me untouched?”

Will nodded eagerly.

If Noah smiled any brighter, he’s sure it’d outshine the sun.

He guided his cock back between Will’s lips, a content sigh escaping him as he wasted no time going back to gagging himself. Noah fought the temptation to fuck into his mouth, letting Will set his own rhythm and enjoying the sight of his face stuffed.

Each little sound Noah made, every little breath and hushed swear spurred Will on, testing just how long he could choke before it became too much. The longer he went, the louder Noah was. A litany of praise and soft vulgarities poured from him like an overflowing sink, heating Will’s skin and saturating him in warmth.

Will lost whatever control he momentarily possessed quickly. Noah was close; he could tell by the desperate way his hips snapped, the incessant tugging of the leash, and his deep, rumbling moans. His depraved sounds drove Will closer to his own end. Initially, Will wasn’t sure if he could do what Noah asked, but now it didn’t seem like he would have any problem.

Noah said something, but Will didn’t hear. He hummed in response anyway, earning a profoundly moaned fuck.

A shiver rippled through Noah. Will scrunched his eyes closed, feeling his own cock twitch and release in the confines of his pants just before Noah unloaded, filling his mouth entirely. He struggled to swallow everything, choking on the mess and the moan failing to escape. He could feel it oozing at the corners of his mouth.

He only half heard Noah’s question, he’s pretty sure he asked if he came, but Will didn’t want to waste anymore drops of cum. He did his best to mumble a sound that resembled something close to a yes. It seemed to be enough for Noah because it caused another rippling shudder to spread through him, followed by more praise.

Noah looked down at Will just as he pulled off, thin strings of saliva and white connecting them a moment longer before severing, and groaned at the sight—a flushed face dampened with tears and such a mess of spit and semen; warm brown eyes blown so wide and full of unconditional affection; it made his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t let Will stray too far, keeping him close with the leash—as if there was anywhere else Will would rather be. No words were spoken as they caught their breaths; just soft exchanges of tender gazes that held unspoken confessions.

Noah gently patted his thigh and lightly tugged Will up to settle in his lap. He reached behind his neck and unfastened his collar. It hadn’t been that tight, but there was an impression left behind, albeit faint. He trailed the markings with a featherlight touch, feeling the tiniest bit guilty. The thought that maybe this had been a little too sudden, a little too much for whatever they were crossed his mind. Perhaps Noah had been a bit presumptuous to stake claim of Will without even asking.

Sensing the change in his mood, Will grabbed Noah’s jaw and pulled him in for a reassuring kiss, hoping to ease whatever was bothering him.

“What’s on your mind?” Will smoothed the tops of Noah’s cheeks with his thumbs.

With a heavy sigh, Noah deflated into the couch. Will’s concerned expression poked at him. He reached for the leash still connected to his chain and fiddled with it.

So much was on his mind, but he didn’t know how to voice any of it.

Will waited patiently, watching the gears turn behind Noah’s eyes.

“I need to make sure my kitten is taken care of so he doesn’t run off.” Noah spoke softly.

Will thought it asinine. He’s told Noah all he wants to be is his. He meant it with his whole heart. He wouldn't say he was in love, but he certainly felt very strongly about him. There was no one else he would rather do any of this with. No one.

Maybe he should tell Noah when they’re not tangled together, when Noah’s not making him forget about everything other than him—but it’s so much easier that way because Will doesn’t have to think; it’s almost like an instinct. He doesn’t have to worry about saying something wrong or getting tongue tied if he’s lost in a world of pleasure.

Perhaps that’s what Noah was waiting for—to be told he’s not only wanted but needed outside of a heated moment admission. He took initiative with everything else involving them; maybe he was waiting for Will.

He could tell him now, go against the rule of speaking when commanded. Would it be worth the punishment though?

Noah gently tugged his leash, pulling Will to him as he slowly raised his head until he felt breath on his lips.

“Why would I run?” Will asked, voice hoarse and quiet. “I have everything I need.”

Noah leaned his head back far enough to stare at Will. His expression was unreadable. Will’s eyes flicked between his, searching for something, anything to tell him what he wanted. A warm hand settled on his cheek.

“You’re happy?” There was a vulnerability in Noah’s voice that pulled at Will’s chest.

Will closed the distance between them and softly pressed his lips to his, hoping the tenderness spoke everything he was still struggling and afraid to say; maybe he was falling in love; maybe he already was.

“Very.�� He whispered softly.

His eyes followed the movement of Noah’s hand reaching for his leash and unclipped it from his chain, letting it unceremoniously fall into their laps. It seemed to weigh a ton.

No longer tethered, if he chose, Will could bolt. It was clear that Noah was giving him the chance—though he’s not sure how far he could run in his own home. The gesture was kind, but he had nothing to run from. If he were going to, he would have done it after their first encounter. That was more of a reason to leave.

“Pet. Good boy. Boyfriend,” Will started, taking immediate notice of the subtle raise of Noah’s brow. “Whatever you want to call me. I’m happy as long as I’m yours.”

Noah stared at him for what seemed like a lifetime, dark eyes piercing into him with ease. He slipped his hands under Will’s shirt, seeking the soft warmth of his skin. The delicate caress of his thumbs caused a soft prickling of goosebumps to bloom.

“I like the way pet boyfriend sounds.” Noah rasped, hands traveling higher up his sides. “Should get you a collar that says that.”

Will tried to suppress his shiver.

Noah shifted and wrapped his long arms around Will’s waist. In a fluid motion, he laid him back on the plush cushions of the couch. He teased, brushing their lips together in a phantom kiss.

“I’d have to be a boyfriend first.” Will spoke tentatively.

Noah said nothing, letting the word and implication linger between them as he trailed his lips along his jaw. He grazed the skin with light nips. Will’s soft breaths urged him to travel south, covering his neck in little bites and soft caresses that could hardly be called kisses.

“Are you asking?”

Will arched into Noah. He supposed he was, but found himself tongue tied.

“Speak, kitten.” The command was gentle, but a command all the same. And like the good, obedient pet Will is—

“Yes.”

Desperate lips collided with his, the kiss so sudden and filled with fervor it knocked the air from his lungs. There was no grace in the way Noah slipped his tongue inside Will’s mouth; all his composure dissolved, devolving into a mess of heavy breaths and tugging of lips between teeth. He was thankful he was laying down because he could feel the room spin.

Will threaded his fingers into Noah’s hair, seeking something to keep from floating off. He tugged lightly and earned a deep groan. The dizziness from lack of air and fervency exuding from Noah started to catch up to him. Any other time Will would be perfectly content to let Noah kiss him to death, but he would much rather have at least one day as official boyfriend before letting him.

After a few more harsh tugs of hair, Noah eventually caught on and reluctantly pulled away—but not too far. His lips remained on Will’s, littering them with soft, lingering pecks in between heavy panting. It was all too tempting to dive back in when Will saw how spent Noah was—flush faced with a wet, kiss plumpened pout and eyes drenched in an almost overwhelming amount of—for lack of a better word: love—but he restrained himself.

“So is that a yes for the pet boyfriend collar?” Noah teased, a small smirk on his face.

“Yeah,” Will mirrored his expression. “Could also get one that just says boyfriend.”

Noah hummed approvingly then dipped down to kiss Will again, slow, soft, and sweet but just as consuming and world stopping as moments ago.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil my kitten?”

“A cruel one.” Will joked. Noah chuckled and pressed their foreheads together.

“Kitten wants a boyfriend and collars, kitten gets a boyfriend and collars; kitten gets what kitten wants.”

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emzandthevoid · 8 months ago

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Beg For It

pairing: will ramos x female reader

content warning: 18+MDNI!! fingering/masturbation (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!reader, subby!will, pussy drunk will, pussy worship, i probably missed something (i’m sorry)

word count: 834

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author’s note: @malice-ov-mercy requested prompt 123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” and my mind went a little wild. that’s it. that’s the note. not beta’d and barely proofread. enjoy :)

Will sits opposite you wide eyed, his eyes fixed on you. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat, palming the erection in his jeans that was now bordering on painful. He had hoped it would help but it did nothing. There was only one thing that would help and you had made it clear that wasn’t going to happen until you got yours.

Will had lost count of how many you had given yourself, and you hadn’t let him touch you at all—it was fucking torture. He was forced to sit there and watch as your fingers passed through your soaked folds, massaging your clit, and sinking so so deep into your cunt.

“Not as deep as I could get,” He thinks to himself. By now he was frustrated and had half a mind to say fuck it. He’d remove himself from his spot, shove his cock inside you, and fuck you into oblivion. He won’t though. He’ll be a good boy for you. Sit in his spot until you give him the command like the obedient puppy that he is.

It isn’t going to stop him from trying to speed things up a bit though.

“Baby,” Will starts, his hand gravitating towards the tent in his jeans again. “I’m so hard.”

“I see that,” You smirk, pulling your fingers from your hole and dragging lazy circles around your clit. You had been waiting to see how long he’d last before he would start to whine. He had lasted longer than you expected this time.

“Eyes on me, Will.”

Will has to force his gaze from your pussy, but you don’t have his entire attention. His eyes flit back and forth every few seconds. You decide to forego the eye contact—a better, more sinister plan popping up in your head.

You sink two fingers back in your cunt getting them nice and wet. As you bring your hand up to your face, you admire them, showing off the slick that covered them. It isn’t long before Will is whining your name and begging for attention.

“You want this, baby?”

Will practically jumps up, moving towards you before he’s given permission. You stop him with your foot on his shoulder, pushing him back to his spot.

“Uh, uh…” You tut, pushing your fingers in your mouth. Will’s jaw goes slack as he watches you taste what should have been his. “You’ll have to beg for that.”

You don’t even have to ask him to get on his knees. In one swift motion he’s on the ground. His hands wrap around your ankles, and he kisses up your legs, pleading his case.

“Please, baby.”

“I need your pussy.”

“I’ll die if I don’t get a taste.”

“I want to drown in it.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise!”

Normally, he’d be in big trouble for touching you without permission. He’s begging so prettily, and you’re never one to deny a gorgeous boy the opportunity to beg. You let him continue on for a while until he’s nearly in tears, placing open mouthed kisses to your hip bones.

When you give him permission, he’s ravenous—forcing your legs open as wide as they will go and burying his face deep into your cunt. The sounds he makes as he devours you are filthy—sounds you’ve only ever heard him make in bed and on stage. Your orgasm hits you so quickly you weren’t expecting it. Your legs involuntarily wrap around his head, tugging at fistfuls of his hair as you use his face to ride out your climax.

The realization that you’re probably choking him hits you and you begin to unwrap your legs but his hands clamp down on either side of your thighs to keep them in place. The two of you lock eyes and his face is beet red. He’s pouring sweat and possibly nearing unconsciousness but he’s never looked more in love in his life.

Will shows no signs of stopping as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. Through your own cries of pleasure, you hear him moaning between your legs. You watch as he ruts into the bed, eyes rolling back into his head. As you cum again, he grunts into you, his movements slowing down.

Will pulls away from you, trailing kisses and soft bites up your inner thighs. He leans his head against you, looking up at you with tired, but sated eyes. His face, chin, neck and the bed below you is completely soaked. You watch him in awe.

“Did I just watch you cum from eating my pussy?”

Will’s cheeks flush a bright pink and he smiles before sitting up, revealing the growing wet spot on his pants.

“I lasted as long as I could,” He pouts. “I couldn’t wait anymore though. You just taste so good.”

You grab his belt and pull him towards you. Licking your lips you begin unfastening the buckle.

“Why don’t I get you cleaned up, then?”

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