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Pet play | Sub!Chuuya X Dom!Reader

"Hey, can you have these signed and copied by Wednesday?" Your coworker asked as she handed you a thin pile of papers from outside your cubicle. "Sure!" You said as you took them, getting a few inches up from your chair as you did then quickly sitting back down.

"You've been on your desk for hours, Y/N," the coworker said, impressed. "How do you do it? If it were me I'd be aching all over by now!" You chuckled at her comment. "Oh, I just have a lot of motivation, I guess." You said bashfully. Your friend was then called by another coworker and the conversation ended. You watched her walk away, making sure she was out of sight before--

You heard a noise, your thoughts interrupted. It came from underneath your table. A smile invaded your lips as you looked down cheerfully.

Chuuya's mouth was covered in a cage-like muzzle which made it hard for him to talk or make any noise, not like it stopped him. The poor orange haired man was crouched underneath your desk, a collar around his neck that was tied to a leash that connected to the stem of your chair. Despite his annoyed, uncomfortable expression, you couldn't help but notice the rosy color to his cheeks and the longing in his eyes. He's been begging for you to touch him all morning, aching for the warmth of your skin against his. There was something even warmer down in his nether regions, like a fire in his groin. It wasn't just the humiliation of being stuck in such a position that got to him, not even the fear and dread of being caught by a nosy coworker and not even knowing how to explain, but the fact that he had to sit still while getting a front-row seat to your scent, your thighs, your legs, and your pussy that's been leaking such sweet-scented juices right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do but sit there and wait for your shift to be over. Not only that but he also had to wait for everyone's shift to be over for you and him to leave without anyone noticing. He started wondering how he even got to this predicament, more importantly how you managed to talk him into it.

Chuuya has always prided himself in his aggressive, dominant nature. It's a trait of his that he flaunts proudly, especially around you. Sure, when he first got to know you, he was definitely attracted to you, or more like something about you. There was the sound of your tall, polished red heels, the sultriness in your voice, the color of your lipstick, and the overall aura that separated you from his other partners. You weren't someone who would submit, you were someone who would dominate.

At first, when the two of you began your little escapades, he had noticed the difference in your performance. You didn't obey his every command, instead you would make one of your own and he would submit. Upon hearing "Come here" you would say "no, you come here". If he was right you were left, if he was up you were down. Everything about you went against everything about him, and something about it made him want you even more.

And when you had proposed this idea, this barbaric, invisible little show meant only for his eyes and your own, his own dominance that he was once prided in himself had already been chipped and scratched, leaving room for yours. It wasn't just the action itself, it was the fear of an audience, the fear of being found out, the fear of someone standing just a little too close and finding mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara of the Port Mafia, the feared and praised gravity manipulator, on his knees like a dog, being denied any sort of dignity and being moulded into a pliant, subservient little slut.

It was his pride that brought him up, and it will be his pride that breaks him down.

You caressed his cheek, watching him melt at your touch, the bare minimum of what he's been aching for all these hours, and chuckled lowly.

"Don't worry, Doggy." You said, a shadow over your eyes like a dark cloud overcast. "She's gone now, you can relax." As if that would magically take away the thrilling anxiety of the situation. "And maybe if you're good, I'll give you a little treat during my break, how about that?" Your smile looked so innocent, so pure, yet he knew there was an evil hiding behind it. A darkness unfolding one button at a time.

You're not done with your good little Doggy just yet.