#ngl I kinda switched dynamics writing this bc 1.) I’m not a power bottom and 2.) I was in 2 diff moods when I wrote parts of it

[oceisastar]

consider this: power bottom reader who has blade bare, muzzled and collared. imagine him on top of you, grinding and rutting desperately against your thigh. it's maddening; the way you look up at him with those sultry eyes, all of you laid beneath him - but he's not allowed to seize you with his hands, or his mouth, or sheathe himself into you so he can drive into you like he so badly wants to. (even if he could, he'd be denied his release again and again. cock ring :> )

MDNI (gn!reader; begging, grinding, muzzle, masturbation, reader calls him “puppy” once, teasing)

and then cupping his face and nuzzling against his muzzle while his eyes go wild, but he can’t do anything about it. all he can do is keep rutting until he’s aching, throbbing with need.

oh my, masturbating beneath him while he’s not allowed to touch—just watching your fingers play with your sex the way he wants to, no, needs to. he’s drooling inside the muzzle, eyes fervent with heat. when you whimper, his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sound. and your scent—thick and musky, he thinks he might go insane. the air is of full of it, his and yours mixing together despite you not letting him touch you with his hands or mouth. but god, he needs to take you in his mouth or he might explode.

you reach down, spreading your arousal on your fingertips and brush against his cock. the reprieve has him gasping, nearly grabbing at you for purchase before he catches himself.

“my star,” he says, and your eyebrows go up.

“so sweet, my darling boy? something to ask?”

“take it off. I’ve had enough—I need to touch you. I can’t take this any longer.”

“surely it hasn’t been that long?”

he grits his teeth. “it’s been hours.”

“are you sure? last I checked it had been about 30 minutes.”

he groans in misery. you can feel him dripping on your thigh.

“ask properly, blade.”

“...please, I humble myself before you. let me touch you, my star.”

you wrap your legs around him in one last attempt to tempt him, to test his willpower and he grits his teeth so hard he practically growls. but he doesn’t move, not even when your sweet hole brushes against the tip of him.

you smile and reach down, deftly removing the cock ring. he gasps, doubling over into you and you laugh, running your hand through his hair and nuzzling him into your neck. before pushing him down so his mouth is up against your crotch.

“now. show me what you can do, hm, puppy?”