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Tags: Yearning, Realization, Idiots In Love, Mid-situationship, No Beta We Die Byakuya Ishigami
Word Count: 1,668 words
Art by @milkypopart ( ◜‿◝ )♡
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Nights with Sai always ended the same way. There was heat, laughter muffled against pillows, her teasing words turned breathless, and his awkward stammers broken apart by the kind of intimacy that neither of them could pretend was casual. The trysts had always been a nice escape from the stress of life.
And then came the part she always thought she was good at.
Leaving.
Hua built a reputation around it in her twenties. She had it down to an art form. No matter how sweet the whispers were and no matter how good the night had been; morning was a line she didn't like to cross unless she needed something. She would always slip her heels back on, retouch her lipstick in the mirror, and glide out the door before dawn. To stay was to give something away; may it be time, vulnerability, or the illusion that this was more than flesh and convenience. Staying was a risk.
With Sai, the exit might as well not exist.
She meant to leave the first time. Truly, she did. After all, it was supposed to be a one-time lapse; a curiosity between long hours in the lab with the strange tension neither of them could ignore anymore. Afterwards, when her skin was still tingling and her pulse stayed stubbornly fast, she realized she didn't even move to gather her clothes. She was still there, on his sheets, listening to him breathe like the world wasn't tilting under her ribs.
She told herself it was exhaustion. She said she'd just close her eyes for a moment to rest.
And then it happened again.
And again.
And again.
Now, months later, she found herself propped up against his headboard, the thin morning light slipping through the curtains and painting his hair in its soft gold. Sai had dozed off with his head pillowed on her chest, one arm draped limply across her stomach with his breath warm against her skin. He looked so peaceful that it almost hurt to look at.
The sight should've made her itch to run. The kind of woman she was back then would have slipped out by now, leaving the sheets cooling behind her as she closed the door without a sound.
Instead, she lay there, staring down at him in faint disbelief.
This wasn't the first time she woke up like this. No matter how she rationalized it, the pattern was undeniable. She never left. She always stayed the night.
Her hand lifted before she realized it, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Her chest tightened at how natural it felt. This was not a transaction nor a performance anymore. There was tenderness, unasked for and unearned, spilling out between them in quiet and clumsy ways.
She was choosing this.
Choosing him.. every single time.
That knowledge sat heavy in her chest, equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.
Sai stirred faintly in his sleep, murmuring something incoherent against her collarbone before resettling. His grip tightened just enough to pull her closer, as though even in his dreams he was reluctant to let her slip away.
Hua tilted her head back against the headboard and laughed under her breath. For once, with all her partners, the thought of leaving didn't even cross her mind.
When the morning crept in fully, with the sunlight warming the sheets and dust motes dancing lazily in the air, Sai shifted with a faint groan. His head rolled slightly against her chest before he blinked himself awake.
It took him a second to process where he was, and then another second longer to realize she was still there.
"…Morning.."
He muttered, voice hoarse. His eyes flicked up to hers, and for a moment he looked almost boyish, unsure if he should move or stay frozen. Hua arched an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth tugging upward.
"You appear surprised to see me."
Sai rubbed the back of his neck.
"…I just- uh.. you-" He trailed off, cheeks warming. "I mean, you're still here..."
Her chest squeezed at the way he said it; like it wasn't a given with every time they do this. Like he didn't already get used to the idea that she lingered after every session.
"Should I have left?"
"No-! No, I just-"
He broke off again, giving a nervous laugh, his hand pressing flat against the blanket.
"I guess I thought… maybe this time you'd go..."
For a woman who barely blinked at danger, Hua felt her throat tighten with something sharp and unfamiliar.
Was it fear? Not of him, not of the morning-- but perhaps a fear of what it meant to want this so badly?
"I don't find myself tempted to leave so soon.. most days-"
Sai looked at her for a long moment. Then he gave an awkward and lopsided smile. It was so warm that it made her heart lurch. His smile lingered in that sleepy, lopsided way that made him look less like the brilliant mathematician everyone revered and more… hers. This was the same man who tripped over his own words yet kept her rooted here every single time.
Hua reached out without thinking, cupping his cheek in one hand before smushing it gently, pushing his lips into a crooked pout. His eyes widened slightly, then softened as he let her do it, watching her with quiet patience.
'Gods, those eyes.'
Golden brown, catching the morning light like melted amber. His dark hair, still mussed from sleep, gleamed where the sun caught it, and the warmth of his skin beneath her palm was calming in a way she could never explain.
Her chest fluttered.. and then the thought hit her like a hammer.
'This? This is what unsettles you?'
She was here, heart racing like a fool, because a man smiled at her in bed.
She wanted to laugh and cry all at once. Of course. Of course the one thing her brain decided to panic over was intimacy.
Her thumb brushed absently over the shape of his jaw. Her other hand was still pressing his cheek in a silly squish. She was staring too long, she knew it; but she couldn't stop cataloguing him-- the curve of his lashes, the way his lips quirked despite the way she held his face, the sheer softness of him against the backdrop of the sunlight spilling into his bedroom..
Hua lifted her hand, brushing a strand of his mussed hair away from his forehead. The sunlight slipped across it, catching on strands so dark they shimmered a faint bronze. The light continued spilling down to his skin-- which was warm and rich, like polished wood. Then those golden brown eyes settled on her again, gaze hazy and soft as if he had been waiting for her gaze all this time. He looked like such a cute puppy that she ended up giggling.
'You ridiculous girl. Look at you. Laughing at his face, playing with his hair as though this is normal.'
Her thumb brushed his cheek absently, sliding down to trace his jaw again. Then her fingers drifted to his hair again, curling into the strands with featherlight care. He let her, leaning into her touch with a trust so complete it was almost unbearable.
Her heart thudded unevenly against her ribs, every beat a betrayal. Her body hummed with something too close to panic, but it wasn’t fear of pain. It was the unbearable gentleness of this entire encounter; the quiet weight of him against her. It was a pain to acknowledge that she stayed, that she wanted to stay, and that she kept choosing to stay.
'You're trembling now, because this boy fell asleep on you? Because he looks at you like you're worth something more than a transaction? How utterly pathetic.'
Sai stirred faintly, his brow knitting slightly as though her silence had pressed against him. He tilted his face into her palm, murmuring drowsily.
"…You're staring..."
"Am I? Forgive me.. I was merely deep in thought."
"That's.. kinda ominous."
"Don't worry yourself. Go back to sleep, you still appear quite fatigued."
He blinked at her for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to keep pressing, then let out a soft hum and let his eyes flutter shut again. His body melted heavier into hers, his breathing evening out within moments.
Hua looked down at him, her hand continued to thread through his dark hair, her thumb brushing idly against his temple.
She's not sure how much more of this she could take.
Sex? Sure. She could handle that. She would let him see her body, touch her, hear his or her own voice break with want-- that was easy in its own way. That was something she could frame as transactional, even if she pretended otherwise.
But this?
Sai's head was heavy against her chest, his hair brushing the hollow of her collarbone as he drifted. His arms were slack now, one hand still caught loosely around her as though he meant to hold her, then forgot midway.
And gods, it rattled her more than anything else they have ever done.
Her pulse stuttered, not from arousal, but from the way his weight grounded her and how unguarded he looked from here, his face softened like he trusted her to not move or push him away.
Hua swallowed hard, her throat dry. She could feel the words welling up before she could stop them, an admission dragged raw from her chest.
'This is too much.'
With sex, she knew the script. She knew how to touch, how to tease, and how to mask her vulnerability under the guise of pleasure.
This??? With him sleeping against her heart, holding her without asking anything in return; this stripped her bare in a way she couldn't joke through.
'Why do you do this to me..'
Hua hated herself-- just a little-- for clutching him tighter. She realized this was the kind of intimacy she had no armor for.
My delulu says this enemy scientist would get her own panel during the opening. I mean, like Stanley and Xeno, she was technically one of the co-leaders of the American Colony.
She was also a threat to the KoS. She's more hostile, having bitten Ginro on the Perseus, seduced Moz, and broke the roof of the doghouse there when she was restrained. Without her hands tied, she would've also tampered with their water and food supply. Not that anyone would let her slip under their nose so easily.
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hi!! i saw you ship your oc with ryusui and i'd like to hear more about their dynamic! or an analysis of them??
either way, super cute oc!! WE LOVE MILLIE
Hi!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAA
IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THAT YOU'RE ASKING ABOUT THEM....... OMG
It's like 3 am as I'm starting to type this, so I apologize in advance for any typos or nonsensical things asdfgh
Full rant under the cut cause this may get long
The best TL;DR I can come up with rn may be this:
Ryusui coaxes Millie out of her shell. Millie offers the safe space for Ryusui to be more vulnerable.
Now for the deeper dive. Side note that I'm still working on the lore! I have most of it planned out roughly, but the specifics are still in the works and Millie's Google doc hasn't yet caught up to the notes in my head 😂 So I'll be focusing on the dynamics rather than specific events and lore for now. I'll be posting more about that soon, though!
Anyway:
Both of them had family trying to suppress and control them when they were younger. While Ryusui pursued his goals, though, Millie became very repressed and insecure.
Millie's first few months in the stone world are hard as hell for her. It isn't until the Stone Wars end and she joins the Kingdom of Science that she starts to feel a little bit more comfortable. She's still in the process of overcoming her shyness when she first meets Ryusui, though.
The thing is that Millie never got to experience much before the petrification, and her upbringing had her develop the very bad habit of bottling up her emotions. She suppressed her own wants and needs to stay out of trouble with parents, and although she's free from their influence now, she has no idea what she even wants to do.
Enter Ryusui, who's very confident and very direct with his desires. He doesn't deny himself or give up on anything he wants. Contrast that with Millie, who lacks a sense of self in a way. So when this guy shows up in her life, she's genuinely in awe. Like, "I wish I could be more like that" kind of way. She's been wondering what kind of thing to dedicate herself to, and seeing Ryusui in action is kind of a bonus inspiration 😆
So Millie keeps on trying, but again, this is still quite early on in her self-discovery journey, and she falls back into old patterns easily. Ryusui, ever The Clocker™, can not only tell she's holding back, he basically calls her out on it. Like, there's gotta be something she desires too?
They do eventually CLICK. Specifically, when they both start rambling about pastries 😂 It definitely helps Millie relax a bit more, and the more upbeat, whimsical part of her personality starts shining through. And the whole time, Ryusui keeps encouraging her to be herself, and be honest with herself. That, and he trusts in her skills a lot more than she does. (Millie is not a reliable narrator due to her own insecurities, and it's usually through everyone else that her actual capabilities become clearer.)
Treasure Island is when Millie realizes a few things.
Ryusui is even more amazing than she thought. (And she's amazed by all of her friends' skills. It comes both from genuine affection and, well, the aforementioned insecurity. Compared to everyone else, she feels terribly ordinary.)
He's caring, selfless, and reliable. (His moments with Suika being only a few examples.)
And perhaps she's starting to feel a little more than just friendship at this point.
Soon, Millie's insecurity becomes more apparent, and that turns into a whole new issue. As I already implied, she is utterly in awe of her friends, and, due to how small she makes herself, kind of puts them on a pedestal.
The problem is that this puts distance between people. Not in the sense that affection lessens, but more intimate approaches (platonic or otherwise) are difficult and less likely to happen. And that's the issue, for a while, anyway.
As I said before, she views Ryusui as a reliable, capable, and thus safe person. Feeling insecure? Shit's going down? Unsure what to do? Her eyes find him first because she knows she can rely on him like that. (Like when Senku is shot and Ryusui locks in and takes over.)
However, Millie does wonder — he takes on so much responsibility (the crew's very lives, first and foremost), isn't he ever exhausted sometimes? Carrying something well doesn't mean it isn't heavy, and all. She's never seen him falter no matter the situation, but does he ever open up to anyone? Does he ever let his guard down?
If she didn't feel so insignificant in comparison, she'd reach out. She'd ask. But ah, that pedestal.
Well, over the course of S4's events, emotions get high. Things get tough, and Millie starts noticing cracks in the facade. There is a lot more behind that steadfast captain persona that Ryusui keeps up most of the time, and she wants to see that. Just how much is he shouldering without letting anyone know? She suspects that maybe, maybe he's more open about things with Francois because of how close they are, but she can't know for sure. And she can't keep staying away in fear of screwing up when all she wants is to reach out and offer a shoulder.
As for Ryusui... lots of personal interpretation incoming, so better buckle up 😅
I already alluded to the whole captain persona thing, and I do stand by that; it's not just Millie worrying. He's responsible for so many lives; people rely on him, and he can't waver or just give up. Not that he's the type to do that, anyway. He is very open when it comes to his positive feelings and desires — negative emotions? Not so much. He really keeps up that kind of tough, but upbeat facade.
The thing is, there's so much more going on under there that we only get to see so little of. It really only starts to crack when he meets Sai again. It's been 3,700 years since he last saw his brother, whom he wanted to connect with so badly, only to be abandoned. Hell, Sai completely misinterpreted Ryusui's intent. He didn't understand what kind of person his own brother really is.
But Millie does. She wasn't fazed by Minami's complaints about him, nor did she try to suck up to him like Yo did (and probably so many others before the petrification). I wouldn't be surprised if Ryusui is used to empty flattery and all that; that's the kind of thing that comes with status and money and so on. Millie doesn't care about any of that, though. Her own awakening in the stone world sucked, and despite her social anxiety (which became obvious quickly), she went out of her way to make him, the new new guy, feel welcome. No ulterior motives, just kindness. Her awkwardness only proved her sincerity.
Speaking of Millie's sincerity... she says the darndest things to people, Ryusui included. She has a tendency to associate things with people (for example, dandelions remind her of Kohaku, and so on). The thing is, now that she's comfortable enough to actually chat openly, she will tell people things as they come to her mind. She compared Ryusui to a sunset once. Warm and vibrant. A sincere compliment that has no motive other than letting her friend know she appreciates him. Well. I am 100% convinced that genuine affection like this actually does manage to make Ryusui blush, because that is something he isn't used to. Like at all. It does things to him.
And that's the thing about Millie... She's very, very sincere, even if not with herself. She has a kind word for everyone, she cares so much and notices when someone's mood seems even slightly off. Most importantly, she makes sure to let people know she cares, in her own way. She never forgets a birthday, and she puts a ton of thought and effort into the gifts she makes by hand. She always comes up with heartfelt, deeply personal trinkets for Ryusui, because she thinks no gift might be better than one money can't buy.
That's another point. Millie really, really gets to know him. She doesn't misinterpret his greed like Minami does in the beginning, and she doesn't think of him as selfish like Sai does. She sees behind the captain persona he hides his (negative) feelings behind.
If Ryusui gets Millie to be more assertive and outgoing, then she gets him to be softer and more vulnerable. She's sincere, she's affectionate, and she's very, very gentle. She looks after him and checks on him when few others may think to do so (because again, tough captain), and while she knows not to prod too much, she always offers her support. She seeks him out to do just that after Sai rejects Ryusui so harshly, and by the time it seems that he won't be going to the moon, Ryusui seeks out Millie for comfort after. He can let down his guard around her, which is... very rare for him.
So, they have made similar experiences, if packaged differently, and they do have more in common than might be obvious at first (Millie is shy, but she's also curious and got an adventurous spirit. You better believe they both are quite excitable). But they still turned out quite differently, and that's why they complement each other.
This was long as hell, and I excluded specific lore events 😅 If you've made it this far, then thank you so much for reading! I'm in the process of finishing up the lore in Millie's doc, and I hope to start posting snippets and yaps here on Tumblr soon after. Right now, the doc is at the start of S3.
You can read more about Millie and her story here!
Since June 24 is Millie's birthday, I think I should talk a little more about how relevant birthdays are to her lore in general. All current lore & trivia under the cut!
Happy birthday my baby... Hope you have a good one. (As if I'm not the OC mama in charge of it 🤡)
Lore
It makes sense to start with the actual day of her birth, doesn't it? Or at least the circumstances that led up to it.
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The Merrill couple thought they were pretty much settled. Financially, they were comfortable and enjoyed the lifestyle they could afford. Society is bound to steamroll anyone with its expectations, though, and they were no different. One question kept popping up, much to their embarrassment.
When were they going to start having kids?
They were healthy and successful, after all, but the clock kept ticking. All around them, both friends and acquaintances had long begun expanding their families. Every conversation was about kids; all plans had to be made with them in mind. When babysitters were scarce, most get-togethers were turned into kid-friendly activities, and the Merrills were usually left out over it. They’d gone from being the center of attention to a side note, forgotten over swimming lessons and bouncy castles.
Millicent Merrill was brought into this world as a solution to a problem.
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The pressure to have kids is unfortunately very real, and that's partially what inspired this part of Millie's lore.
Her parents were pressured to have a kid, and they continued to pressure Millie to obey and do as she's told. She didn't escape this until she temporarily moved to Japan for her study program, and the emotional damage this caused sticks with her even 3,700 years later.
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Millicent’s eleventh birthday was different from the previous ones. Firstly, it was her first one after her family’s move to the US. Secondly, she actually received a birthday gift.
It was… unexpected, to say the least. She’d never gotten a present on her birthday before. Scratch that, she’d never gotten a present, period. Her parents bought her what was necessary; anything else was either a product of wanting to make themselves look good (“We’ll buy Millicent all she needs for her little crafts”) or a means to guilt trip her into obedience.
But on June 24, 2011, her parents gave Millicent a small, leather-bound journal; something about a girl needing a diary at that age.
Maybe they had finally forgiven her.
Maybe her efforts had finally paid off.
Maybe she was finally good enough.
Maybe she had finally earned their love.
Millicent wrote in it every day. Everything she couldn’t say, all that she suppressed to keep this new peace and acceptance she’d gained. After all, she was overjoyed that her parents, who used to reprimand her for everything she did and ignored her as soon as the world averted its eyes from their happy family facade, finally seemed to care enough to remember her birthday.
Two weeks later, it all came crashing down on her.
When she returned home from school that afternoon, Millicent noticed that her diary was laying in its drawer with the wrong side up.
The world fell away, its entire weight settling in her stomach as she reached for it and began to flip through the pages. A few of them were now dog-eared. One had been stained with coffee.
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At this point, Millie had been enduring months of bullying at school. Kids can tell when you're different, and they will make sure you know. And since Millie has already been raised to never talk back or defend herself, people were free to walk all over her.
There's only so much one can take, though. Millie learned she's not allowed to snap or lash out. Fight was an option she'd never been given, so she defaulted to Flight. For the first time in her life, Millie skipped school.
She'd never gotten into so much trouble with her parents before, and that says a lot. They locked away her crafting supplies for three weeks and gave her a week-long silent treatment. She accidentally cut herself on a knife while unloading the dishwasher, and her parents didn't break their silence even when Millie asked them for help.
After that, they began to hover. They dropped her off at school every morning (but not picking her back up in the afternoon) and controlled what she did at home, their presence always hanging over her like a dreadful omen.
When she received a diary — her first ever birthday gift —, she thought they'd forgiven her. Maybe she'd finally started doing better under their watch.
It was just another way of keeping her in check, however. If she planned on misbehaving, they thought they could figure it out if they read her diary. A misbehaving child might reflect badly on their parents, and to the Merrills, their reputation was everything.
Millie took to only writing the most mundane things in her diary. The weather, how much homework she'd been given, what she had for dinner. Everything else she kept locked away in a corner of her brain.
What she didn't know back then was that this very event would eventually lead her to finally live her life and be happy, 3,700 years later.
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When Millie started high school, she had the opportunity to study a foreign language — Japanese — and she seized it. Not only was it something new to do, her parents wouldn't disapprove as it was productive enough, and with diligent practice...
She could be honest to her own diary again.
Millie locked in, and a few years down the line, she reached proficiency level N1. She took to writing her diary in Japanese — and, for additional security, that diary took the form of a simple folder, filled with sheets of paper. That way, she could pass it off as practice.
At age 18, Millie was given the chance to participate in a study program abroad. As in, her parents arranged it. She spoke the language well after all, and it would be such a great opportunity.
More importantly for her parents, the Merrill home would be childfree again after nearly two decades.
By the time the first global petrification hit, Millie had been staying in Japan for about three months.
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Millie's awakening in the stone world wasn't the most pleasant, and it wasn't until after the end of the Stone Wars that things were really starting to look up.
Now that she was officially a member of the Kingdom of Science, she wanted to start over. Be less awkward, try new things and all that.
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In her eyes, there are three problems that need solving:
1. With two previously opposing factions now merged, a sense of community that reaches both is sorely needed.
2. Millie hardly knows anyone around all that well, if at all.
3. Her shyness will undoubtedly get in the way of solving this.
Fortunately, Millie has learned to start small. Very small. One small step from zero.
She needs to get used to talking to people. It’s something she hated being told back then, but deciding it for herself feels good. Thus, Millie decides to keep a birthday calendar. She’ll learn names, and people feel appreciated when their birthday isn’t forgotten, right? She would know…
Millie goes around gathering her intel, and it gets a little easier with every person she asks. She asks Kaseki for help with making a board to hold the calendar — a simple paper one would just be too boring — and they eventually put it up in a frequented spot in Ishigami Village.
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Millie never had a truly good birthday before, but ironically, that made her value them more. It's a special day that shouldn't be forgotten. People shouldn't be forgotten.
So obviously, the first question she asks any newcomers to the Kingdom of Science is,
"When's your birthday?"
It's basically a rite of passage at this point.
Also, Millie never forgets a birthday (she got a calendar all of her own in that corner of her brain), and she puts a lot of thought and effort into picking the perfect present. And as is everything else in the Kingdom of Science, it's always handmade.
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Trivia
♡ June 24 is International Fairy Day.
♡ Millie's birth gems are pearl (modesty, purity, wealth, dewdrops from the moon, tears of mermaids) & moonstone (solidified moonbeams, talisman for sea voyages)
♡ Her birth flowers are honeysuckle (happiness, affection for a new love, nostalgia, protection from evil spirits) and rose (depending on the color: love, beauty, romance, desire, excitement, cheer, purity, innocence, unity)
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This is... a long ass post, and if you've made it to this point, I'm both flattered and bamboozled. Many thanks to everyone who took the time to read this yap ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ I wish I'd managed to finish birthday art in time, but maybe next year... I hope to get back to posting more art in general soon, but since Art Fight is next month, I'll probably have to push that goal to August. We'll see,,,
Tags: Fluff, Softness, Established Relationship (Dating), A Dip Into Hua's Mentality And How She's Been Taken Advantage Of Before, Implied Past SA, Nothing Graphic or Explicit
Word Count: 914
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Night settled over them with its breath held-- everything was warm and familiar, the cabin filled with the kind of quiet that only belonged to two people who shared enough nights to forget where one's limbs ended and the other's began. Sai curled around Hua from behind, face tucked into the slope of her neck, his breathing slow and even. He always did this before he slept, as if her scent alone could anchor him and make him sink into dreamland.
One of his hands absentmindedly moved downward. His fingers brushed her hip, then went to the soft dip of her waist. His fingers were mapping and memorizing every texture of hers.
She felt Sai's hand drift lower in the dark-- the pace slow, lazy, and thoughtless. His fingers brushed over the softness of her stomach, tracing her warmth as though mapping familiar terrain, and she relaxed automatically.
...then he settled between her thighs.
Her heart stuttered from old recognition-- muscle memory clicking into place like a lock clicking shut.
'I know this. I know where this goes.'
Her thighs parted by a fraction, the reflex older than her relationship with Sai. The action was older than her boundaries and older than the person she had grown into.
There were men who touched her like the opening move of a routine they assumed she wanted. There were men who kissed her neck because they expected her to arch into their hold. Hands on her thighs always meant one thing without question. Implications were enough to let them continue.
She's lived it too many times. The routine always had a touch drifting downward, a leg nudging her own apart, and a mouth murmuring against her ear as if that made anything gentler. Her mind remembered the familiar choreography of a man's hand searching in the dark. It was always slow enough to feign innocence. It was low enough to find what he wanted and warm enough to coax cooperation.
Her stomach tightened in a deep sinking way she hated; the feeling teetering between dread and anticipation. She braced for the shift of weight, the familiar escalation, and the cue she was trained to follow.
The moment his touch wandered lower by half an inch, something deep in her uncoiled sharply. It felt like there was a fist in her stomach. Her mind didn't want to believe Sai would do that. Not him, not after everything he's proved himself to be; but mental spirals rarely asked for permission. Her heart dropped, heavy and bitter.
'I thought he was different. I thought-'
Her fingers unconsciously curled into the sheets. An awful sinking dread poured through her. Has she been wrong about him this whole time? And because her body remembered too well, she did the worst thing. She opened her legs a little, bracing for the next thing.
It was instinct. It was in the old learned script.
Follow the routine. It is easier that way and we can ruin him tomorrow.
However, Sai felt all of that. Her tension, her brittle breathing, and the way she yielded in a way that didn't feel like yielding at all. His hand paused instantly. His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against her shoulder.
"Hua? Are you okay…?"
She blinked, startled by the fact he stopped. He slowly and carefully slipped his hand away from her, as if her body were a bead made of wound glass and he feared leaving fingerprints on a fracture.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?"
"I… no, I- I thought… I thought you wanted better access, love-"
"Access… to what?"
His tone wasn't teasing, coy, nor was he playing dumb. He genuinely didn't know. She gave the faintest tilt of her hips, heat creeping beneath her skin. Sai slightly lifted his head from her shoulder. She could practically see him tilt his head and frown.
"Do not feign ignorance with me… You know what I am referring to."
He blinked once, pausing as if she just asked why the moon rose at night.
"Hua.. I wasn't reaching for anything."
Her breath shivered. He nudged his forehead against the back of her neck apologetically.
"I was just trying to hold you- and you thought I wanted-- that..?"
Her chest tightened painfully when his voice dimmed. She only nodded and hummed in response.
"Sorry- I'll keep my hand up."
Once Sai said that, her shoulders began to loosen. Sai's pulse eased as he felt her relax. He kept his hand hovering near her hip, now not daring to let it slip further down like earlier.
The taut coil in her stomach loosened fractionally, and he could feel it. The tension began to melt away into the warmth of the moment. Sai gently rested his hand again on her waist, higher than before. He pressed his cheek to her shoulder, breathing her in, anchoring them both in the stillness.
"Is that better...?"
"So much better.."
"I promise I wasn't trying to start anything- I just- I'm sorry."
Her eyes stung, the burn that existed now having nothing to do with tears. Her heart found a slower rhythm, syncing in some small way with the gentle pulse of his thumb resting on her skin. Every small exhale was a reassurance now. She was safe. She wasn't going to be pushed. Her body and mind, so accustomed to bracing for intrusion, was learning that it could trust this.
“My, Dear Doctor, what a remarkably cautious retreat after such a confident advance~
You begin with certainty, then hastily append a disclaimer in the hopes of preserving scientific credibility should your hypothesis prove incorrect.
I approve, naturally. It is good experimental practice... however, for an actual pregnancy test... the housing is trivial.
I could build the housing tomorrow if you handed me the materials. What I cannot build tomorrow is a reliable supply of highly specific antibodies. It is deeply irritating that the most sophisticated component of the entire device is, essentially, an exceptionally picky protein...”
My disclaimer was not a retreat. It was an obvious acknowledgment that certainty should not be claimed without sufficient evidence. An unfortunately uncommon practice, for someone like you.
As for the antibodies, yes, I’m painfully aware that the plastic housing was never the difficult component. If injection-molded casing were the achievement, biotechnology would be a rather embarrassing discipline.
This post, however, is not about that. It is about Sai ‘running doom’ on a pregnancy test. I’m simply observing that the only plausible reason he’d need one is, inconveniently for both of you, you. But thank you for arriving at this pointless conclusion. I was concerned I might have to change the subject myself!
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Summary: Sai is such a good boy for being so patient while being in heat... Perhaps he should be rewarded~
Rating: Explicit
Ship: SaiHua [Dr. STONE x OC]
Tags: Puppy Sai, Caretaker Hua, Needy Puppy Sai, Creampies, Cunnilingus, Leg Humping, Cocktease, Whining, Breeding, Domination Loss, Sai is a Doberman Hybrid because I said so, I wrote this with my 15 inch dick, No Editing We Die Like Byakuya Ishigami
Word Count ≈ 8,300+
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By the time Sai realized how long it's been, his sense of time was already frayed.
The light outside had shifted, dulling from afternoon brightness into something amber and tired as the sun set. His code had long since stopped making sense. His thoughts looped. His tail wouldn't stay still no matter how tightly he curled it. His ears twitched at every tiny sound, constantly orienting towards Hua.
She was still at the desk with tense shoulders, eyes locked onto her work like she was holding the world together by sheer force of will. Papers have multiplied around her. Her pen scratched, paused, then scratched again. She hasn't spoken in hours.
Sai tried to be good about it. He really did. He told himself that she was busy. He told himself that he was an adult; not some needy thing that fell apart without attention. He straightened his back and took slow careful breaths. He finished another line of code he immediately forgot about. Unfortunately, the need only accumulated.
It sat heavy in his chest; this pressure that had nothing to do with hunger or exhaustion and everything to do with the fact that she was right there and looked unreachable. His tail gave a small helpless flick. He stilled it with his hand. His ears flattened before they lifted again, betraying him with every minute shift in his mood.
Finally, a sound slipped out.
It was this thin broken little whimper that escaped on his exhale before he could stop it. The moment it left him, shame flooded in. He clamped his mouth shut, shoulders drawing tight as his heart pounded as if he did something terribly wrong.
Hua looked up immediately. Her expression shifted the moment she saw him. He was sitting too straight, hands clenched at his sides, his ears flat and tail curled tight like he was bracing for rejection.
"Poor darling.. come here."
He didn't need to be told twice. He sank down in front of her, knees hitting the floor, his forehead pressing into her thigh like it was the only solid thing left in the world. The whimper turned into a shaky exhale as her hands came up, cradling his head, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive base of his ears.
"I'm sorry, love," she murmured, already petting him. "You must have been waiting for so long, yes?"
His tail thumped weakly against the floor. His fingers clutched at the fabric of her skirt. He didn't snag it. He was just holding on, just wanting to touch and anchor himself on her.
"I just needed.. well, wanted-" he started, then his voice trailed off, embarrassed.
"I know."
He pressed his face harder into her lap, like he could hide it there.
"I'm sorry-" he whispered voice breaking in the middle. "I just wanted your time..."
"It must be so cruel to wait for me whilst your rut ruins you inside... But you know I have some tasks to finish, my love."
"I knoooow...."
Sai didn't mean to cry.
That was the worst part of it, but the tears came anyway, hot and traitorous in little drops, blurring his vision while her hands were still in his hair. He hated how quickly it happened; how his body betrayed him the moment he felt safe enough to stop holding everything together.
A soft broken sound slipped out of him; and he shut his jaw too late. Tears spilled freely now, darkening the fabric beneath his cheek. His shoulders shook despite his efforts to keep still, each breath hitching like he was embarrassed by every single little sound escaping him.
Sai was trying so hard to keep himself contained. His eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his cheek to her lap, breaths coming in uneven pulls as tears kept slipping out no matter how much he told himself to stop. His ears were flat, trembling faintly with every quiet sob, humiliation curling hot in his chest.
She scratched behind his ear, her nails finding that exact place his body reacted to before his mind can intervene. The sensation rippled straight through him, immediate and overwhelming. A broken helpless whine escaped him.
His tail thumped against the floor before he could even register it. The sound was loud in the quiet room, a steady and rhythmic thump thump thump betraying him completely. Joy was leaking out of him in the most obvious way possible even as tears continue to soak into her clothes.
Hua let out the softest laugh. Her fingers sank more confidently into his hair, scratching slower, exactly where he needed it. One hand cupped the back of his head, anchoring him there while the other kept up that perfect and devastating rhythm. The contradiction was so adorable. He was crying and whimpering, yet his tail was wagging like he had never been happier in his life.
She scratched a little faster for a moment. Sai let out a small and broken whine that turned into a shaky laugh through his tears. His tail went absolutely wild now, sweeping the floor with abandon, every thump punctuating the way his body gave up trying to hide how good this felt.
"Good boy~"
Sai never stood a chance.
The words landed onto his ears and everything in him gave way at once. His breath stuttered, then collapsed into a needy helpless sound as he folded fully into her lap, drained of restraint to cling to.
The delighted whine that slipped out of him was unmistakable now. He tried to swallow it back and failed. Another followed, and another, with each one quieter than the last, like he was apologizing even as his body betrayed him completely.
"There you are, my darling..."
His tail went wild at that, slamming against the floor like it was trying to speak in morse code. He was crying openly now, shoulders shaking and face buried in her lap, but every scritch made him whimper softly.
"Say it again…"
The words came out small and wrecked, barely holding themselves together, his voice muffled where his face was still buried in her lap. He didn't look up. He couldn't. His tail was already betraying him with slow and hopeful sweeps against the floor.
Hua arched a brow, amusement flickering through the fondness.
"Hm? Do a trick then~"
He made a sound that was all protest and need, pleading to not put him through more embarrassment. His fingers tightened reflexively into the fabric of her clothes, ears flicking like it was arguing on his behalf.
"Huuaaaa…"
She laughed softly, and her hands never stopped moving, fingers still scratching through his hair; rubbing slow circles at the base of his ears.
"Kidding, kidding~" she said quickly, soothing even as she teases. "You are a very good boy for waiting so long for me~ ... I must attend to my work though, Sai... I have a few more things to finish."
Sai whined, clinging to her legs. His eyes were still glassy and half-lidded, hazy with need and desperation. He's been ignoring his rut just for her. He whimpered softly as he clung to her leg.
"Oh alright... you may use my leg if you truly can't wait."
Sai looked up at her when she said that. He was embarrassed, but he was so deep in his rut and he was suffering from ignoring it.
"You- You mean it? I can... I can use your leg?"
He asked, voice hoarse and shaking. Despite his embarrassment, the need was clear in his tone. Hua smiled indulgently as she watched him struggle with his pride and his body's demands.
"Of course~ I meant what I said."
Hua gave Sai one last gentle scratch behind the ear, feeling him lean into her touch with a soft and shuddering sigh. She could sense his desperation, but also his reluctance to fully let go, not wanting to distract her from her important work.
With a fond pat to his cheek, Hua pulled her hand away and turned her attention back to her desk as she listened to the rhythmic sounds of Sai attempting to find a modicum of relief against her leg.
Hua kept her focus on her work, the scratching of pen on paper and the soft rustling of turning pages filling the room. She could feel the heat of Sai's body against her leg, hearing the faint sound of fabric rubbing against fabric as he sought his desperate relief.
The slow and steady pace of his movements against her leg spoke of a deep abiding restraint-- he was being so careful not to distract her. He was so considerate of her focus, even as his own body demanded relief.
His hips rocked in a slow and steady rhythm as he humped against her leg, the fabric providing a delicious friction that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was something, and in his current state of mind, something was better than nothing.
Sai could feel the pressure building in his groin, his aching cock straining against the confines of his pants.. But he couldn't, not yet, not here... He had to hold back and had to be quiet. He shouldn't distract her from her work.
It was a losing battle, though. The more he tried to rein himself in, the more desperate his need grew. The fabric felt too tight... too restrictive, chafing against his sensitive skin with every desperate thrust. He wanted nothing more than to free himself, to take out the rigid flesh that pulsed with need and give it the stimulation it craved.
Hua's scent, the feel of her stockings, the warmth of her skin... it all conspired to drive Sai mad with lust. He wanted to bury his face in the crook of her thigh and inhale deeply. He wanted to mark her skin with his own desperate, needy mouth. But he couldn't. He had to hold back and be good.
"You may take it out..."
Hua said as she continued to write.
Sai let out a needy sound torn from the depths of his throat as he looked up at Hua with wide and hazy eyes. Her words, the permission she granted him, sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He couldn't believe that she had read his mind and knew how much he needed this; how desperate he was to be free of the constricting fabric that imprisoned his aching cock.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Sai muttered, his voice shaking as he peppered kisses along the smooth expanse of her thigh and knee. Each word was punctuated by the frantic movement of his hands as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his fingers clumsy and shaking in their haste.
The cool air of the room felt like a shock against the overheated skin, making him gasp and shudder. There was no time to linger on the sensation; no time to waste before he was rubbing the swollen and leaking head of his dick against the soft silk on Hua's leg, the texture sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Sai's hips rocked in earnest now. The surface of her stockings provided the perfect friction, allowing him to rut against it with increasing desperation. His panting breaths came in harsh and ragged gasps as he lost himself in the pleasure, his mind going hazy and blank as he chased the relief he so desperately needed.
He rutted against Hua's stocking-clad leg with wild abandon, his hard cock throbbing and leaking as it slid along the smooth material. The sensation was exquisite, the friction just right to drive him closer and closer to the edge with every desperate thrust of his hips.
Hua glanced down, amused by the erotic sight of Sai lost in his pleasure, his face a mask of open mouthed bliss as he chased his climax. She could see the way his cock jerked and pulsed, leaving a glistening trail of precum on her stockings with each pass. It was mesmerizing; this raw and primal display need and desire.
Just as Sai felt his orgasm building, his body tensing and his breath coming in sharp desperate gasps, Hua spoke. Her voice cut through the haze of his lust like a knife.
"Sai, I advise against soiling my stockings with cum," she warned. "These are my favorite pair. You best not make a mess."
The words hit Sai like a bucket of cold water, snapping him back to reality. He shuddered, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he desperately tried to hold back to heed her warning.
Sai panted, his face burning with embarrassment even as he fought to regain control; to will his impending orgasm back. He slowed his movements, slowing his thrusts to a tortuous crawl as he tried to think of anything but the searing aching pleasure that consumed him.
His gaze flicked down to the delicate rose pattern adorning the silky material of Hua's stockings, his heart clenching at the sight. These were the very pair he had bought for her, the ones that had caught his eye in the shop window and made him think of how beautiful her legs would look swathed in such a lovely garment. He remembered the way her face had lit up when he gifted them to her.. and the way she had thanked him with a sweet smile and a giddy kiss to his cheek.
Now here he was defiling the fabric.
However, he couldn't bear the thought of ruining such a precious gift. How could he sully the pretty rose pattern with his own shameful wanton release?
His cock throbbed and jerked with every drag of the silken material against his aching flesh. Each slide was agony and ecstasy rolled into one. His gaze drifted higher, taking in the way the stockings clung to every curve of Hua's legs, showcasing the elegant lines of her body in a way that made his mouth go dry.
Sai's breath came in harsh ragged pants as he struggled to maintain control; to keep his hips moving in a slow rhythm even as his body screamed for the erratic thrusts that would bring him the relief he needed. He couldn't ruin her stockings. He had to be good.
"What if.. I buy you a new pair.."
"You could, but I already love this pair very much... I intend to use it until it rips."
She reached down to stroke his hair, gentling him as she would a skittish horse. Her touch made Sai shudder, his eyes fluttering as he leaned into her tender ministrations. Sai whined softly, a needy sound vibrating in his throat.
"Please... please let me... I'm so close... I need to..."
His hips jerked and bucked, losing their slow rhythm as the pleasure and pressure became too much to bear. Sai's hand slid up to her own in his hair, bringing it to his lips. He pressed a fervent desperate kiss to her palm, his mouth hot and eager against her skin.
"Anything for you. Anything you want. Just... please..."
His voice broke into a strangled moan, his body bowing as he teetered on the knife's edge of climax. Hua's heart raced, a trill of excitement shooting through her at the sound of Sai's desperation. She squeezed his hand, her thumb stroking over his knuckles.
"Let me finish my work first, my love."
"Oohh..." Sai whined, pressing his cheek against her thigh as his humping kept its slow pace.
"I will let you finish inside of me if you wait properly."
Sai's ears immediately perked up. The promise of her words hung heavy in the air. It was a tantalizing incentive to be patient, to endure his desperate arousal for just a little longer.
With a soft needy whine, Sai nuzzled his cheek against the fabric of Hua's stockings, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingled with the faint lingering aroma of her skin.
"Fine.... I'll be goood...."
His tail wagged slowly behind him; a sign of his eager anticipation and willing obedience.
The next ten minutes felt like hell as she finished up her work.
Sai's heart raced as he watched Hua finally stretch, his eyes riveted to every movement of her body. The way her skirt rode up slightly as she arched her back sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to his aching cock, making it throb and jerk against the silky material of her stockings.
"Have at your reward~ but oh! It's covered, isn't it~?"
She said as she lifted her skirt, teasing him by showing off her stockings covering her lacy panties. His gaze greedily roamed over the elegant lines of her thighs and the delicate rose pattern on her stockings. Higher and higher his eyes traveled, until they landed on the lace of her panties seen through her tights.
"Please, Hua... I need... I need to feel you already. You're not being fairrr..." Sai's voice was a ragged, desperate rasp as he spoke.
"Now now.. don't cry."
Hua giggled, getting off of her chair. She let the skirt she wore fall to the floor, teasing her pup in heat. She went to the bed and sat on the edge, spreading her legs to tease him further.
"Come here~"
At her softly spoken command, Sai didn't hesitate any further. He surged to his feet, stumbling slightly in his haste before righting himself. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he came to stand before her. The bed was just a few inches shy of his knees, and as he gazed down at Hua's spread thighs, he could feel his cock throb almost painfully with the need for release.
His large hands hovered uncertainly at his sides, aching to reach out and caress the plush flesh of her thighs, wanting to feel the way her stockings clung to her skin.
"Assist me, won't you, my dear~?"
Sai's breath caught in his throat as he watched Hua extend her leg towards him. He could see the way the rose pattern on her stockings stretched over her instep; each little detail drawing him closer.
Swallowing hard, Sai reached out with trembling hands, his fingers hovering for a moment before gently curling around the delicate curve of her ankle. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, feeling the pulse beat steadily beneath his touch.
His fingers trembled as he slowly rolled the silky material down her calf, revealing more and more of her skin. He could feel the way her muscles flexed slightly beneath his touch. His heart hammered against his ribs as he worked the stockings down to her knee, his breathing growing more ragged with every passing second.
As the stocking reached the midpoint of her thigh, Sai paused, taking in the sight of the delicate stretch marks etched into her flesh.
He had seen them before, of course, but he savoured the view each time. They were beautiful, the patterns always reminding him of circuitry and wiring. His eyes were filled with tender awe as he traced one with a gentle finger, marveling at the texture of her skin and the way it indented slightly beneath his touch.
As it slid past her knee, he glanced at her lacy underwear, the delicate fabric hugging the skin on her hips. He could see the way the lace clung to her curves, hinting at the treasures that lay beneath.
His hands shook as he finally slid the stockings down to her heel, gently easing it off and setting it aside. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her bare legs, his gaze roaming hungrily over every inch of revealed skin.
His heart raced as his hands came to rest on the curves of Hua's hips, his fingers trembling slightly as they fiddled with the lacy hem of her panties. The anticipation of finally seeing her fully was almost too much to bear. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry and his cock aching and jerking with the desperate need for release.
"Can I- Can I finally-?"
"Go on~"
Sai gently tugged at the lacy fabric, slowly dragging her panties down. The lace slid teasingly over her skin, baring more and more of her to his hungry gaze. Sai's breath came in short, sharp pants, his chest heaving as he watched the delicate underwear inch away from her crotch.
With a shuddering inhale, Sai eased the panties down to her ankles, his fingers lingering on her skin. He took a moment to drink in the breathtaking sight before him, committing every intimate detail to memory. Then, he slid the delicate fabric off her feet and set them aside. His gaze flicked back up to Hua's face, his expression a mix of desperate anticipation and excitement.
"Can I have a taste..?"
"Good boy, remembering to prep me even while he's in rut~ You may, my dear."
Hua spread her legs, letting him have a sight of her cunt. Sai's heart raced at the approval in Hua's voice and the way she had spread herself open for him, inviting him to take what he desired. With a low guttural groan, he leaned in close, his hands sliding up the smooth expanse of her inner thighs.
Sai's tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he hovered inches away from her dripping slit, his eyes closed as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. The aroma filled his senses, making his rut-drunk head spin and his cock jerk with the hunger it ignited in him. He knew he couldn't resist the lure of her essence for a moment longer.
Mumbling out a little 'thank you,' Sai finally closed the distance, his tongue parting her slick folds and delving deep into her cunt. A shudder ran through him at the first taste of her, the flavor of her arousal exploding across his tongue.
Sai's hands slid up to grip her hips as he began to feast on her pussy, his tongue stroking and swirling over every delicate fold and crevice as if he was starving. He licked through her dripping slit, gathering up every drop of her ambrosia and swallowing it down greedily. His nose was buried in her mound, breathing in the heady scent of her as he ate her out with wild abandon.
His lust-addled mind could focus on nothing but the exquisite taste and scent of the dripping cunt before him. He lapped and sucked at her like a man starving, like a beast in heat desperate to sate an all - consuming hunger. Hua's pleasured cries and gasps spurred him on, driving him to suckle and flick his tongue over her throbbing clit. He could feel her body tensing, her thighs clamping around his head as he devoured her.
His hands slid around to grip her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm globes as he pulled her harder against his mouth. He groaned and moaned around Hua's cunt as he feasted on her, the vibrations of his throat adding a new dimension to the pleasure he was giving her.
As he feasted on her, Sai found himself rutting mindlessly against the side of the bed. The thick shaft soon became slick with his own leaking precum. Each lap of his tongue against her dripping slit made his member throb and twitch, the bulbous head an angry red and the veins along the shaft standing out.
Hua gasped and writhed beneath him, her back arching off the bed as she surrendered to the intense sensations. As Sai's mouth worked its magic on her aching core, she reached up to palm her own breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds through the thin fabric of her top. Her fingers found her nipples, the poor nubs already stiff and begging for attention. She pinched and rolled them between her fingertips.
Her thighs began to quake and her hips bucked against his face as her climax approached. She soon threw her head back with a gasp, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her.
Her breath came in short sharp pants and needy moans as she played with herself, each touch sending jolts zinging through her nerves. The dual stimulation of Sai's talented tongue and her own teasing fingers were quick to push her to the brink of ecstasy, her body tensing like a coiled spring wound to its limit.
Sai groaned lowly, the sound muffled by Hua's quivering pussy as he continuously lapped up every drop of her essence.
"Alright, you can sto- aahhhn- Sai.. you may- youcanstop-"
Sai was too pussy drunk to heed Hua's breathless words, her plea to stop lost in the haze of his desire. He remained focused solely on her cunt, lapping up every last drop with a single - minded determination. The taste of her climax on his tongue only fueled his hunger, and he looked like he didn't want to leave his spot there.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he licked and suckled on her slit; as if he was afraid she would disappear if he let go. Soft gurgling groans spilled from his throat as he savored her, drunk on the heady ambrosia of her arousal.
Hua gasped and shuddered beneath him, overstimulated and sensitive from her powerful release. She panted; trying to push his head away gently as he continued his lust fueled assault on her oversensitive flesh.
"bad.. bad doggy... I said to stop-"
Hua said as she pushed herself off of Sai's tongue; using his shoulder as leverage. Sai whined softly as she did that, his chin coated with Hua's slick as he gazed up at her with hazy eyes. A needy pitiful noise caught in his throat.
Obstinate and stubborn thanks to his rut, Sai nuzzled his chin against the bed, smearing the evidence of his feast into the sheets. His tail thumped weakly against the floor, the reaction being instinctive to the confusing mix of pleasure and frustration swirling inside him. The sight of the usually reserved and timid man reduced to such a state spoke volumes to how much his rut was affecting him.
With a shaky hand, Sai reached down to grasp his own throbbing erection, giving it a few slow pumps. The sensation made him shudder and groan, his cock pulsing hotly in his grip as he fought to bring himself back from the brink of madness. He knew he needed to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat, lost in the haze of his lust. Instead, he could only look up at her with those same adorably sad pleading puppy eyes, silently begging for her forgiveness.
"Oh you poor thing.."
Hua chuckled softly, gently scratching the back of his doberman ears. He nuzzled into her palm, his tail wagging weakly as he gazed up at her with tearful pleading eyes.
"Alright alright.. come here- you've earned it~"
Hua was just about to lie down and spread her legs, only to be surprised by how eager Sai had become. In a flash, he was nestled between her spread thighs, the heat of her cunt radiating against his dripping cock. He shuddered at the contact, a groan being torn from his throat as he rubbed the swollen head of his erection against her slick folds, coating himself in her juices.
His breath came in sharp pants as he rutted against her, his hips moving on pure instinct. The sensation of her soaked heat against his throbbing shaft pushed him to the brink of madness, the last vestiges of his self - control slipping away. He needed to be inside her. Now. Tears could practically be seen streaking Sai's cheeks as he begged, his voice strangled as he rubbed himself against her entrance.
"I'm not the type to go back on my promises. Take your reward~"
"Can I - can I put it in? Please, pleasplease…"
She cooed, taking his cock and positioning his cock against her entrance.
"Thank you.. thankyouthankyouthankyou-"
Sai shuddered with relief and gratitude as he felt the head of his cock catch on Hua's entrance. With a gasp, he surged forward, his hips snapping to drive his throbbing shaft deep into her.
A guttural moan tore from his throat as he bottomed out, his balls coming to rest against the soft curve of Hua's ass. The sensation of being fully encased in her walls was almost too much to bear, the velvety softness gripping him like a vice. Sai's eyes rolled back in his head, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he struggled to hold himself still.
His hips pumped steadily, driving his cock in and out of her greedy cunt with increasing force and speed, spurred on by the overwhelming need to claim her, too rut-brained to care about rhythm.
His body soon tensed, his legs trembling as a strangled cry tore from his throat. Within a minute of finally sheathing himself inside Hua's cunt, he felt the telltale tightening in his loins, the surge of his release building to an inescapable crescendo.
"Ahhhn, I... I'm...!"
He gasped, voice cracking with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. With a few more erratic thrusts, Sai came. His cock jerked and throbbed violently as he painted her clenching walls with his cum. A mewling whimper spilled from his lips, eyes squeezing shut as the intensity of his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave. Tears of humiliation pricked at the corners of his eyes, cheeks flushed beneath the sheen of sweat.
His hips continued to twitch and shudder as he rode out the aftershocks of his embarrassingly swift release. He remained nestled deep inside Hua's welcoming heat, not trusting his shaky legs to hold him upright. Gazing down at her with a teary mortified expression, he whimpered softly.
"I... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I just... it just felt... too good..." he confessed, voice thick with self-reproach.
Hua could only giggle at the sight of her usually composed and reserved lover reduced to such a state. The poor big puppy was practically in tears, his cock still pulsing weakly inside her as he struggled to come to terms with his lack of stamina. She reached up to cup his blushing cheek, thumb brushing gently over the damp skin beneath his eye.
"Oh, you poor thing..." she cooed, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "It's alright, puppy. I know you've been wound up tighter than a drum all day. There is nothing to be ashamed of. We all have our limits~"
Unwilling to disappoint her and with his rut guiding his body, Sai gripped Hua's hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to move. His hips jerked and shuddered erratically as he started to thrust into her again, utterly powerless to resist the visceral urge to mate.
"I... I can go again though- I'll just..." he grunted, voice strained.
He could feel the last vestiges of his rational thought slipping away, his mind consumed by the single - minded need to breed this woman. Sai's heat was practically controlling him now, his hands shifting Hua's knees upward against her chest. He continued to thrust inside.
He asked as he thrust inside of her, looking so pathetic to beg while on top of her. His hips pistoned with wild abandon, each thrust driving his thick throbbing cock deeper into Hua's cunt. Lost in the throes of his lust, his hands shifted to grip her knees, pushing them up towards her chest to open her wider to his relentless advances. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, the head of his shaft kissing her cervix with each erratic thrust.
"If I keep going.. you'll have my pups Hua... You'll have my pups, right? Right???"
"Have my pups, Hua... You'll have my pups, right? Right???" he demanded, his voice cracking with emotion. Each word was punctuated by a sharp, desperate thrust of his hips, his cock jerking inside her with each syllable. His expression was a mix of pathetic begging and a dark obsessive hunger.
His hands tightened on her knees, pushing them back further as he loomed over her, his chest heaving and sweat dripping onto her skin.
"You're gonna have my pups..." he growled, voice thick with desire. "We're gonna... have pups..." he finished, eyes wild and hazy as he stared down at Hua with all the intensity and madness of a man possessed by the need to breed.
Hua arched her back, pressing her breasts against Sai's chest as she urged him on with her body. This kind of pace left her squeaking and speechless; this woman too used to controlling the pace between the both of them.
He suddenly hooked one of Hua's leg over his shoulder. With a grunt of effort, he kept going. The new position allowed him to drive his cock even deeper into her, the head ramming against her cervix with each desperate thrust.
Hua gasped beneath him, eyes going wide at the sudden change in angle.
"Ah- Sai-!"
She cried out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the sheets as a jolt of intense sensation ripped through her. Her legs trembled and shook, muscles quivering from the relentless assault on her senses. She quickly bit down on the fabric to muffle her increasingly loud cries of pleasure, not wanting to hear her own voice.
His hips snapped forward with a speed and force that bordered on punishing, as if he meant to cleave her in two. One hand gripped her lifted knee, holding it in place as the other slid down to palm the curve of her ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh greedily.
Hua could only hold on for dear life as Sai took her with a hunger that bordered on feral, his body slamming against hers with enough force to make the bed frame creak and groan. Was this her comeuppance for teasing and edging him for so long? Perhaps.
Sai's eyes were wild and unfocused as he stared down at her, his expression a mask of savage lust and desperate need. Drool dripped from the corner of his slack mouth as he panted and grunted with the effort of his frenzied coupling, sweat pouring down his chest and back.
"Bad puppy- slow- slow down-!"
Hua gasped out as he continued to rut into her. He was so relentless tonight.
Sai's face contorted with the strain of holding back, the muscles in his neck and jaw clenched tight as he gritted his teeth. Beads of sweat flew from his brow with each thrust of his hips, his chest heaving and glistening in the dim light. He could feel her walls pulsing around his pistoning shaft like a velvet vice, the slick walls fluttering and clenching around him as if trying to milk him of his seed.
"Can't... can't slow down," Sai grunted, voice strained and thick. He was so close to cumming again. "Want pups with you now... Hua please, I've been good, let me have this, pleasepleaseplease..." he begged as his hands gripped her hips again, the words spilling from his lips in a frantic manic litany as he continued.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the straining bed and Hua's increasingly breathy cries. Hua could only cling to him, fingers digging into the sweat slicked skin of his back as she tried in vain to slow his frenzied rutting.
Sai's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in ecstasy as he emptied himself inside Hua. Her legs trembled and quaked uncontrollably, quivering with the force of her own release catching up. He could only groan and shudder above her, his hips churning with a mind of their own as they pistoned into her again and again, spurred on by the feeling of her walls fluttering around him.
Spent and trembling from the intensity of his release, he finally slowed his frantic rutting. With shuddering groan, he pulled his softening slick covered cock from the dripping haven. A river of their combined essences flowed out in its wake, painting obscene stripes onto the rumpled sheets below.
Hua lay boneless and sated on the mattress, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her hair was a wild streaked tangle of damp locks spread across the pillow.
Sai was not yet done with her. His brain was too consumed by his instincts. With a sudden motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach, fingers gripping her soft flesh to position her pliant body. She let out a surprised squeak, her sensitive body vulnerable and exposed to his hungry gaze.
Unable to resist the allure, he dipped his head low, his tongue snaking out to lap at the slick, sticky trail of their combined releases coating her inner thighs. Hua shuddered and gasped, fingers clutching at the sheets as she felt the rough muscle of Sai's tongue dragging through their mixed essences.
He groaned against her flesh, the sound vibrating through her core as he feasted. Sai's own spent cock twitched and jerked against the sheets as he ground his hips in a slow rhythm, the rough fabric providing a delicious friction. His puppy ears flicked as he indulged himself to the sensations.
Hua could only whimper and writhe beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets as jolts of pleasure sparked through her with each stroke of Sai's tongue. Her protests and gasps quickly dissolved into breathless moans and mewls. The obscene slurping sounds of his enjoyment filled the room, mingling with her escalating cries as he ate her out with a single minded fervor.
His hands gripped her ass, kneading and spreading the cheeks to grant himself better access. He could feel Hua's body trembling, her hips rocking back against his face as she rode out the waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
He could feel his spent cock beginning to swell and stiffen, growing harder by the second as he lost himself in the taste, scent, and sound of his lover's pleasure. He ground his hips more urgently against the bed, the motion of his tender flesh sliding against the sheets sending little jolts of pleasure racing up his shaft.
"One more... Hua... Just.. one more."
Hua peered back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed as she watched Sai stroke his cock with one hand. She could see the thick length, slick with their combined juices and leaking, rising to a full throbbing hardness once more as he eyed her dripping cunt with a rabid intensity.
Before she could catch her breath, he gripped her soft plush cheeksand spread them wide, exposing the slick twitching flesh to his hungry gaze before he let go of one side. Hua heard the catch in Sai's voice. There was this poor... desperate... almost painful whine that signaled his insatiable hunger.
His cock jumped in his grip, the swollen head an angry shade of red as he pumped his shaft with a punishing pace.
"I need... I need to feel you... squeezing around my cock... milking me... hnngh... Please.." he whined, each word punctuated by the obscene slap of his cock against his palm. "Just one more-"
He stopped stroking; his hands sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as he raised her hips, tilting them upward to grant himself a better angle. He notched the swollen head of his cock against Hua's dripping entrance, feeling the scorching heat radiating from her core.
"Darling, are you sure you do- oooohhhh-!"
Hua's eyes rolled back as he pushed forward, her voice pitching higher as the thick length of his shaft stretched and filled her once more.
Her back arched, fingers clawing at the sheets as she then bit down hard on the fabric, trying to stifle the desperate and wanton cries that threatened to spill from her lips.
Sai set a sloppy yet erratic pace, his hips churning and grinding against Hua's as he lost himself to pleasure once more. Hua could only hold on for dear life as Sai rutted into her once more. She swore she could feel him in her throat. The sensation of his pelvis grinding against her ass and the lewd slap of sweat slicked skin against skin echoing through the room fueled her own rapidly building pleasure. She could feel another climax quickly approaching.
Sai's teeth sank into the tender flesh of Hua's neck, marking her. He bit down hard enough to leave a vivid bruise in the shape of his teeth. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin, his hips stuttering for a few moments whenever he focused on a specific spot.
Her back bowed, pressing her breasts against the mattress as she pressed her cheek to the bed.
"Naughty thing.. that spot is quite visible..."
She said while her voice was ragged and breathless, shock and pleasure warring in her tone. She never would have guessed that the usually timid and hesitant puppy could be capable of this.
Hua's legs trembled violently, the muscles quaking and jumping as Sai used her body. She could hardly believe this was the meek young man who had once blushed at the mere thought of touching her hand. Now, he was a man possessed, his hips churning and grinding against her ass as he rutted into her like a dog in heat (haha), driven by the need to empty his aching balls inside her womb.
Hua's eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in sheer ecstasy as Sai buried his face against her shoulder, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh once more. His breath came in hot ragged bursts against her skin, each exhale sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine. Even through the haze of her pleasure, she could feel the little kisses he would give in between nips, the gentle sensations a stark contrast to the now frenzied thrusts of his hips.
With each roll of Sai's hips, each groan of love and lust rumbling from his throat, she could feel herself unraveling, the threads of her sanity fraying one by one until she hung suspended in a world of pure unadulterated bliss. A litany of garbled pleas and whimpers spilled from his lips, his hot breath fanning across Hua's shoulder as he pinned her smaller body beneath his taller frame.
The first spurt of Sai's thick seed painting her insides made her let out a whine. Her cunt clamped down around his erupting cock, grasping him greedily as if to milk him of every last drop.
"Gonna.. cum again..."
Sai collapsed against Hua as the last spurts of his release drained from his spent cock, his chest heaving and slick with sweat. He could only whimper and groan, his hips giving the occasional feeble jerk as the last aftershocks of his intense orgasm rippled through him. He remained nestled deep inside of his caretaker, unwilling to withdraw from the silken heat.
He remained draped over her, his face still buried in the sweat - damp hollow of her shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath. The heat radiating from his skin seeped into hers, their bodies melding together as if they had been forged from the same molten metal. His breath came in uneven gusts, each exhale stirring the hair at her nape and sending shivers cascading down her spine.
They lay entwined like that for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their labored breathing and the occasional contented murmur.
As the intense afterglow slowly ebbed, Sai felt his spent cock beginning to soften. He pulled out, some globs of cum pooling beneath them on the rumpled sheets.
Sai groaned softly at the sensation, his hips giving a feeble jerk as the cool air kissed his sensitive flesh. He could feel the viscous essence of their coupling beginning to cool and congeal, the proof of their passion slowly drying on his softening cock.
Hua shuddered as she felt Sai's shaft slip free from her aching cunt. Her body clenched reflexively around the sudden emptiness, giving a last desperate attempt to keep him nestled inside her. She could feel the cool air on her skin, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of Sai's body draped over hers earlier.
She finally got to lie on her back when he got off of her, finally able to actually catch her breath. Unable to resist, Sai began to trail kisses across her cheeks, her nose, and her chin; murmuring soft little 'thank you's between each one.
Hua listened to Sai's heartfelt murmurs, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she reached up to cup his cheek with a gentle hand. She could feel the transformation, the immediate shift back to the puppyish young man she knew so well.
"Oh, Sai," she laughed softly, eyes twinkling with amusement and affection, "here you were, just moments ago, like a man possessed. Rutting into me like a beast in heat. And now... now you're back to being a needy puppy again," she teased, thumb stroking his cheekbone tenderly.
Sai blushed at the accusation, ducking his head shyly even as he nuzzled into Hua's palm.
"I can't help it, okay... My rut gets me like that- I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Sai continued his doting ministrations, his soft lips and warm tongue lavishing attention on every inch of Hua's face. He peppered her skin with tender kisses; starting from the delicate shell of her ears down to the tip of her nose, not neglecting a single spot.
As he worshipped her face with ardent devotion, Sai's tail wagged with a life of its own, the long furry appendage thumping softly against the bed. It swayed back and forth, a visible manifestation of the joy and contentment radiating from within him. The playful gesture stood in stark contrast to the feral beast that had rutted into Hua with such desperate need only moments before. For Sai, it was all part and parcel of the complex, multifaceted nature of his love for this caretaker of his.
She reached up with both hands now, fingers threading gently through his hair as he nuzzled and licked at her skin.
"Oh, you sweet silly boy," she cooed, a note of fond amusement in her voice. "Is this your way of making it up to me?"
"Gods, I don't believe I'll be able to walk tomorrow.."
She arched one brow teasingly, a playful smirk on those well-kissed lips of hers. She let out a shaky laugh, her body still tingling from the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
She murmured, stretching her legs gingerly. Every muscle in her body felt deliciously sore. Sai's ears flicked anxiously at Hua's words, picking up on the slight strain in her voice. He immediately began to lick and lap at the slender column of her neck.
"I'm sorryyyy, my love... i didn't mean to be so... so rough. I just got carried away...." His words trailed off into a soft contrite murmur.
He nuzzled his cheek against her chest, seeking comfort and forgiveness in the gentle swell of her breasts. He gazed up at Hua, his brown eyes wide and shimmering with an anxious light. He blinked up at her, his long lashes fluttering. It was a silent plea for absolution.
"Please forgive meeee…”
He breathed out, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a shy caress. his expression was so open and vulnerable, those big puppy eyes holding a look that begged for her understanding and compassion.
"Hmph... You were so rough with me. How do I punish this naughty pup?"
Sai's heart clenched at the perceived rebuke in Hua's tone. He tightened his embrace around her, cradling her tenderly against his chest as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
"Hmph?" he echoed softly, a note of trepidation coloring his voice. "I... I know, priya. I was too rough. I let myself get carried away..."
His voice trembled slightly as he gazed up at her, eyes soft with remorse and a plea for forgiveness. This man was the picture of a scolded puppy as he gazed at her with a look of utter contrition, silently begging for her forgiveness even as his arms tightened around her soft pliant body.
His expression crumpled with anxiety as she continued to pout. His ears drooped even further, and he let out a pitiful whimper, his brows furrowing with concern.
"Noooo, don't look at me like that, pleaaase!" he begged, his voice rising with a note of distress. Sai's thumb brushed over her plump bottom lip, the caressing digit trembling slightly as he gazed at her with a look of open and vulnerable adoration. Hua ended up giggling.
"I was just playing with you, my dear. Now now- don't cry-"
Sai blinked rapidly as Hua's words registered, her gentle pet on his head following her words making her playful tone impossible to ignore. The tears that had gathered on his long lashes began to slip down his mahogany brown skin, tracing glistening pathways down his cheeks.
Hua smiled at the sight of his tears, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Silly boy," she cooed, her fingers threading tenderly through his hair as she cradled his head. "I couldn't resist teasing you a little. You are so positively adorable.." Her other hand's thumb brushed away the tear tracks on his skin.
Sai leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the warmth of her fingers in his hair. His hand crept up to cover hers on his cheek, his fingers curling around her own as to hold her touch against his skin.
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