Dog Toy: A Poppy Playtime Fanfic

Chapter 11: Good Puppy❣️

Dogday's eyes couldn't be wider if he tried, the eye lights flickering dimmer then bright again as his gaze remains fixed on you. He's also breathing heavily, clearly affected by witnessing you achieve ultimate satisfaction.

For a minute, you're just staring at each other, neither one of you sure what to do next. To break the stalemate, you lean up and wrap your arms around him. He follows suit and you lean back down so that you're embracing each other, him lying on your chest.

"Angel." Another whisper of your appointed nickname. You swallow thickly, voicing a "Yes?"

"That was amazing, Angel. Absolutely mind blowing." He drags his nose along your collarbone and you sigh deeply from the pleasurable action. "You should have seen yourself."

You giggle quietly, running a hand up and down his back as you bask in the sweetness running through you. You shift your legs, feeling how drenched you are from your own essence, a blush appearing as you realise how aroused Dogday had made you.

"Did I satisfy you, sweetie?"

"Yes Puppy, I think you did too good of a job at it." You laugh at your honest comment, and he smirks at you, looking down pointedly.

"Oh, did I? I thought you were this wet all the time." Your mouth falls open as you pick up on his humorous, dirty tone. You hit him lightly on the arm, muttering "Smartass", and trying desperately to hide your grin. He laughs at your little protest, pushing himself up so that he can look down at you.

"Puppy, in all seriousness, did you enjoy it?"

He nods his head eagerly, his voice back to being gentle and sincere. "Angel, you have no idea how good it felt to see you enjoying yourself. Feeling you, all of you, is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Oh Dogday, surely you're exaggerating a little bit-"

"I'm not, Angel." He softly interrupts you and your face heats up again. "Being with you feels so right to me, and I'm not just talking about the pleasure. I'm talking about the emotional side of it, Angel. I feel like you accept me, even with my flaws, even with the way I am. I had never felt that connection until you came along." He brushes a hand along the side of your face, the little act alongside his heartfelt speech causing tears to pool in your eyes.

"Dogday..."

"You are everything to me, Y/N. You saved me in every way possible. You are all that matters." He leans down to trace your neck with his soft nose, brushing a thumb over your cheek intermittently. You sigh in contentment, your heart going out for this precious living toy. You want to show him how important he is to you, too.

"You matter to me too, Puppy, so very much. Can I be on top, please?"

"Oh! Yes, of course." He quickly gets off of you, lying on his back so that you can crawl on top of you. Your eyes scan over every minute detail of him as you try to decide what to do first. You fix your eyes on his own after a minute, holding back the reflexive smile that wants to appear on your face. You want to be serious right now.

"Puppy, I want to ask you something: Did you get to finish too?"

He clearly wasn't expecting that, his voice glitching out as he answers. "U-uh, I don't know, Angel. I'm… not sure if that's even possible for me, given the fact that I'm missing some… parts." His words fade out at the end, revealing how self-conscious he is of his amputee status. "Why… do you ask?"

"Well, I want to make you feel as good as I did." Or at least try to. 

You lean your face down into his chest, burying your face into the silky fur. A waft of vanilla hits your senses as you do this, making the experience even more intoxicating. You feel his body stutter and a little intake of breath as you do this, fueling your resolve to keep going. A kiss to his chest, then another, moving up gradually. You can feel his heart pounding with your gentle attention, a hand tangling in your hair.