#nini!rant

Running a farm sure is difficult. You had to wake up early everyday and get lots of physical work done. Not only that, you also had to care for all of your hybrid animals, each with their own individual needs and problems. You did hire employees to help lessen your workload, but there were still things only the owner can solve. Like today, having to deal with the mystery of one of your best cows producing results atypical of him.

“Ahhn— ahnnghh~ ♡ mmHghff, n-not so roughhhh..!! T-too much too g-guuud ♥︎♡” He mewled, nails digging into his own thighs as he whimpered around the stretch. His knees were raised up to his chest and your cock already bottomed out inside him, causing him to kick his legs futilely. It’s been so long since he last had someone else play around with him in the hay like this. Just the tip alone was enough to make his eyes roll back, his mind all fuzzy with pleasure.

Now with the entire thing inside, his couldn’t hold back his voice anymore, “ahh.. ah—ahNgh, ha,,uuhNnh~ b-big, so biiig ♡ so deep~ h-hurts~!!♡♥︎♡” At this rate, he could swear you were fucking his stomach, reaching places he only gets to experience with you. No matter what he moaned out, he couldn’t fool no one with that big, stupid grin plastered across his face. “You are kind of pissing me off.” For some reason, you felt like you were being played by him. “Spread yourself wider.”

He did as you said, using his hands to hold his legs apart, faint red lines appearing from where he gripped too hard. The hay below was digging into his back and getting into his hair, yet he didn’t care one bit. He couldn’t think of anything but you right now, not when his lovely, favourite farm owner was personally showering him with so much love! You don’t even know how long he’s been waiting to get manhandled by you again.

And fuck, he wasn’t just imagining it, he could totally see the belly bulge apparing and disappearing from his lower abdomen with each thrust. “mhhHffgg~ r-right there, ahhNn～ I-I’ll do anything, so pleassee!! Ha-harder, more, gimme all of it~♥︎” Someday, he was going to make you snap. “Don’t get cocky. I wouldn’t be here fucking your desperate self if you weren’t acting like some bitch in heat.” You snapped at him. That’s right, you were supposed to investigate his milking problem, but the upper half and not his lower, stupid half.

It’s not like you didn’t try solving it in a civil manner first. At first all you did was asking if anything happened or if he felt sick, while he was using the milking machine as per procedure. He replied no to each and every one of the questions, yet only produced a quarter of what he usually did, so it’s understandable that you got concerned.

“Maybe… it’s because of the machine?” That cow hybrid suggested upon your inquiry, gently pulling the pumps off of himself and holding his squishy tits with both hands. It was obvious that these got bigger over the course of the last few days. “Are you saying we should try hand milking?” You wondered, and he nodded quickly. You even felt like his eyes lit up for a split second. So you decided to give it a shot, since you did start off in the traditional way first and just recently adapted the more modern method.

You then quickly proceeded with the experiment and began tracing your fingers around his areola. After a few circles, you pinched his nubs softly with two fingers, trying out the flow. Nothing much happened apart from the low, breathy gasps coming from the male, which was why you began pulling and twisting a little. But once you started doing that, he just immediately moaned out, “aAaHnngg~♥︎♡♥︎ mMhnnh— uHhn,, huUhmff ♡”

After having his nipples sucked by the machine for so long, they were already super sensitive. Then to have his favourite caretaker the one he really really liked ♡ hand milking him again? Who could blame him for getting hard! By then he was already leaking precum onto the hay below. Your fingers were just so skilful, so much more intimate and warm than any device could ever hope to replicate. He just adored having your hands on him. “G-gentle… nghhHgg, l-love it~~ mhmm~! ♥︎”

He glanced down at the spot between his legs, a small puddle of precum already forming there. “I-I can’t help it…! It feels too good when you touch them.” Seeing that the wrong part of him was getting milked dry, you felt this realisation clicking inside, “did you suggest the hand milking just to get off? Don’t you know I have other things that needs to be done too?” The boy stayed quiet for a bit, before smiling sheepishly, noticing your hands were still on his nipples, “nnhhGahhh-ahnn!!♡♡ ha-haaa,, maybe…?”

Needless to say you were at your wits end with him, which is what got you into your current situation. With you holding his waist while slamming your hips against his, lewd squelching sounds echoing through the barn. “You know, this is how you get real cows to produce milk. By breeding them.” You whispered, his walls squeezing your length all snuggly. “Will it work for you too? Though I’m starting to think you were faking it all for attention.”

The way you stared down at him gave him chills. Oh how he loved it when you frowned at the sight of him, your eyes focused on him only. His words were slurred as he babbled with his tongue lolled out, “n-noo, no..!! M’wasnt, i r-really couldnt~ nGhhn ♥︎” look at that, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, wasn’t he?

“So, you are telling me you didn’t see this coming?” He didn’t answer, but his body revealed everything you needed to know. “Cheeky bastard.” You sighed and pulled out until only the tip remained inside, before slamming it all back in, making him curl his toes. “GuuUhhGnn~♡♥︎♡ ah-HnnGh—!!“ His moans turned into a whine when you abruptly grabbed him by the chin, “Since you’ve got so much time on your hands, fix that milking problem.”

“Yuu are sho… mhmm..!!! sho mean…!” He gasped out while you were still squeezing his cheeks. His hands finally released his now bruised thighs and landed on his nipples, his legs wrapping around your waist. The spot where he gripped them before has been decorated with a bunch of red nail-indents. “Ha-haaahh~ like this?” You did let go of him the moment he fulfilled your command.

Unsurprisingly, he kept smirking while he rolled his nips between his digits, licking his lips as his own sweet milk flowed down his wrists. The entire barn smelled of sex and warm, fresh milk. “hey… isn’t this suuuuch a-ahh~ waste?” He brought one of his soiled hand up to his mouth and sucked his own fingers clean, sticking his tongue out afterwards, “you want to make money with this, no? Heh… nghh ♡ So we shouldn’t waste it…!”

He was actually hoping for you to touch him yourself again, but to his dismay, you instead handed him the pumps of the milking machine, forcing him to reapply them to his own chest. “You think I’m that stupid? I won’t fall for the same trick twice.” You raised his hips up a little, getting a better angle before pounding into him even deeper, with surprisingly quicker thrusts. “AhNghhn ♥︎♡ d-don’t stop, ahhh so guuud, too good mghhnnff, m’love you, love this, right t-there ♡♡♡!”

You were hitting his sweet spots with the accuracy of someone who knows how to play his body like an instrument. The way you abused all his favourite places, rolling your hips with each rut into his sloppy hole…? It was simply heavenly ♥︎ his moans bounced off the thin wooden walls of the stable, echoing back at him, though he didn’t care at all. He was getting the privilege of being fucked by you, why would he be ashamed of that~?

Even the low humming of the milking machine was like music to his ears, the soft pressure of the suction pumps constantly stimulating his chest. His body was like on fire. Wherever you touched, heat would blossom beneath his skin. His vision was swimming, brain melting from the absolutely overwhelming ecstasy. It was to be expected that he’d sooner or later reach his limit.

“I’m close… ah~ I’m c-close, hnNhh, gunna cum, m’cummin’~♥︎♡!!— ah, n-nooo!” Right before he could shoot it all out, you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock and pressed your thumb into his slit firmly, denying him his much anticipated climax, “don’t you dare cum before I do. I’m not done breeding you yet.” “Wa— n-no…! L-lemme cum, I wanna— ah, ahNhhhgg, uHHhn!!!”

With that being said, poor thing was forced to endure the ruined orgasm and deal with the consequences of his actions. Shudders coursed through his spine as he cried out with each thrust, pleading so, so so so sweetly for his release. But you stayed firm the whole time, saying you were only going to let go of his now weeping cock once you’ve emptied your load inside him.

This time, you were going to fill him up until he learns how to behave. It didn’t stop him from trying his shot by begging even more submissively though. “P-please… cum already… b-breed me, fill me♥︎ hnNgh, like you said…!! I-I can’t anymore, m’wanna cum, ahh please~♡♡♥︎”

Gradually, you approached your own limit. He’s been getting really good at squeezing around you, shaking his own hips in a poor attempt to speed things up. You took a glance at the machine, then back at him. It seems your little ‘breeding therapy’ bared fruits, there was so much more milk coming out of his tits now. It was filling the tanks up all nicely. The same couldnt be said about his face though. With tears, sweat and snot running down his chin, his eyes glazed over and pleasure-ridden— even his pupils turned into little hearts♥︎!

One of his hands was just shy of grabbing your wrist, the other one clutching at anything within reach. His body was shaking heavily, his breath hitching audibly when you suddenly quickened your pace and mumbled, “fuck… I’m close.” Shortly after you also finally let go of his swollen dick. The shade was an angry red as it leaked precum everywhere, twitching with a mind of it’s own as he whimpered, “y-yes, yes…!, finally, ah- ahnGhh I-i’ve been wa- ah— waiting, gonna cummm ♥︎♡♥︎ f-fuck me harder, Nghh~ deeper, fill me up with your babies ♡♥︎♡”

Soon enough, both of you tipped over the edge. With you filling him to the brim, making his belly distend even more, and him making a mess everywhere. His head thrown back, eyes rolling until only the whites remained, thick ropes of cum coming out of his still jerking cock, splattering everywhere. “MhHmghhn~~ ♡♥︎” he bit down on his inner cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he heaved heavily. Chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

You also took a moment to catch your breath, before pulling out of him with a quiet pop. The moment you left him empty and wanting, your cum began spilling from his entrance and dripped down his ass in an undeniably erotic display. His hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, small whines of residual bliss slipping past his lips from time to time. You couldnt help but chuckle at the debauched display, mocking him, “so that’s why you couldn’t produce any milk… it’s because you are such a slut that you need a dick to perform.”

After fixing yourself up until you were presentable again, you stuffed a plug vibrator inside him, to keep your seed trapped inside him. Then you turned it on to the max level alongside the pumping machine, since his breasts were carrying the milk from multiple weeks. This earned you a meek sob from the cow hybrid, but he was way too tired to even argue! All he could do was lay still while letting himself be milked like a good, obedient cow ♡

He still had so much more left until dry anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem to set the timer to a few hours, no?

But urghhhhh fingering is so hot… I wanna make him all sloppy and wet & have him squirt over and over again. All while asking him questions he’s too fucked out of to answer.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, right? That other person… you don’t need them— you don’t need to meet them ever again, right?”

Time really goes by so slowly when one’s all by themselves. There was no way around it besides being patient and understanding, awaiting his return. Day’s turned into weeks, and you reached the deadline you hoped he’d abide by, but there were still no signs of him. He wasn’t one to write letters in the first place, so you crossed off that possibility already.

It wasn’t the first time he failed to return on the designated date. You understood what his line of work meant, which is why you never blamed him, until this time. Precisely because you knew what he was doing, you worried about his wellbeing, about whether he was still alive or not. But you decided to believe in his abilities, and it wasn’t in vain.

When he stepped towards your house, with his usual light steps, you almost dropped whatever you were holding. Glancing through the window and feeling your twisted chest untangle for the first time in a long while. A sense of relief washed over you, and you quickly opened the door for him. He looked just the same as before, same hair, same expression and same clothes. Classic.

“What took you so long?” You yelled into the distance, even though he was still a bit far away. His face lit up a little when he heard your voice, and his head instantly jerked upwards, a pair of ocean blue eyes glancing back at you. Giyuu opened his mouth to answer, yet he decided not to in the last second. On the contrary, he began sprinting, a mix of that and jumping around. It took less than a minute before the man was standing right in front of you.

“The demon was stronger than we thought.” He said, standing a little awkwardly. The boy smelled like herbs, and he didnt seem as steady on his legs as usual. Nevertheless, you quickly welcomed him inside, wanting to hear about the details of what happened. Something was off, he was hiding something from you, you knew this much. The sight of him acting like everything was fine hurt, must he alway keep to himself like that?

Despite giyuu not being a very talkactive person, he answered every of your questions, even if it was just to ease your worries. He was sitting on the edge of your bed as you brought him a cup of tea. You listened attentively, not questioning the fact that he was deliberately leaving details out. Once he was done with recounting the events, you asked, “did you get hurt?” He stayed quiet, before replying, “it's not that serious, i've been treated already.” Seems your intuition was right.

“Can i see the wound?” You wanted to make sure he's been patched up properly. “There's no need to worry, the butterfly mansion wouldn’t have released me if i was still injured.” Wait, is that why he came back so late? Because the wound was bad enough for him to have to be hospitalized? He couldnt quite explain why, but he got the feeling that you werent pleased. Then he debated with himself over what he should say to make you feel better, “i'm alright, really.”

Turns out that was the wrong thing to say.

Obviously it didnt make you feel any less concerned, and you placed your hands onto his shoulders, looking into his eyes as you inquired, “where did you get hurt?” Whenever you are this serious, he knew he couldnt evade your questions anymore and mumbled, “on my back.” Afterward, you immediadly pushed him down, stopping right before he hit the futon. “Turn around.” You commanded, in a tone that told him there was no room left for negotiations, and he did as you said, laying down on his belly.

Without taking too long, you stripped off his naori, then his uniform, while he pressed his face into the pillow out of embarrassment. It's definitely not his first time showing skin to you, but he still havent gotten used to it. When you saw his torso being covered in a layer of bandages, you gulped, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. The feeling was comparable to how you felt while waiting for him. You leaned down and asked, voice heavy with something he couldnt pinpoint, "didnt you say you were fine?"

Giyuu glanced back at you over his shoulder, his voice stuck in his throat for a bit before he answered, “it’s just a precaution, the wound below truly has healed.” It was the truth, so why did he feel so conflicted while speaking anyway? “Then can i take them off?” Another question, and he nodded. The next few minutes were spend with you trying to unwrap the bandages without putting strain on the wound, and him wanting to help but you telling him to stay still since he was hurt. Once it was done and you saw the severity of it, you clenched your teeth, hands bawled into fists next to you.

There it was, a freshly healed scar in the form of a cut right across his back. Though the flesh there was connected again, and his wound thus closed, any excessive movement could rip it open again. “And you jumped around, running in this state?” You raised your voice a little, and he flinched. Surprised by the weight of your frustrations, you followed up with an apology. Voice filled with a pitying tremble while you whispered your wish for him to take better care of himself.

Your hand darted out, stroking his cheek, caressing the pale and soft skin beneath your fingertips. A breathless murmur as you said, “at least do it for my sake.” His skin was still cold from traveling outside, only slowly heating up after meeting the warmth of your fingers. This time he couldnt think of anything to say, and simply leaned into your touch. Eyes closed as he held his breath. When you pulled your hand back, his head dropped back down onto the pillow, as if trying to hide from your sorrowful expression.

It was a heart wrenching experience, brushing over his scar with careful fingers. To be honest, you were a little angry with him. After all, it’s one thing to arrive almost three months later, and another to do so with a giant scar on his back, then trying to act as if nothing happened. How long was he trying to hide it? Not to mention you were fearing the worst possible outcome. Your fingers didnt stop their descend even when you passed his last vertebrae, reaching his sacrum, in response his breath hitched audibly.

“Wait, y/n...?” He muttered, voice small, appearing almost shy, especially since his face was heating up. “Can’t i?” You wondered, hand already on the way to dip beneath his waistband. His eyes widened, and he twisted his body to grab your wrist, “t-thats not it... but why so suddenly..?” A stutter. How shameful, did his voice really have to fail him at such a moment? “You broke your promise, so shouldn’t you receive a punishment?” Just hearing the word itself was enough to make his blush darken, body shivering in a cocktail of emotions.

“Ah, don’t worry, I won’t overexert a patient.” You reassured, though that was the least of his worries, especially since he considers himself in good condition again. “Is that so…” He gave an absentminded response, still a little too flustered to make sense of this situation. When your hand moved to the front, meeting his pelvis, he began biting down onto his bottom lip, trying to shut himself up.

But the occasional whine would still escape his clenched lips, which is why he turned away and slammed his face into the fluffy pillow, body curling up subtly as if he wanted to hide from your preying gaze. To think he’d be this needy already, when you’ve barely touched him. By the looks of it, he was pretty touch starved. His arousal slowly grew under your lewd, teasing touches. That’s how he calls it. In truth, you haven’t even grazed his erection, still hovering inches above.

“So sensitive, is it because I haven’t touched you for a while?” You wondered, smiling to yourself, a growing dark spot forming on his pants, he’s so awfully cute when he’s all twitchy like this. Giyuu didn’t answer, probably because he didn’t know the answer yet again. It didn’t matter, you knew for a fact he must be overwhelmed right now. “Hmm, no answer?” You pulled his soiled uniform down to his knees, freeing his cock. “Alright, then just lay back and let me take care of…” just like that, you wrapped your hand around his leaking shaft, “…this messy thing here.”

Finally, after all the slow torture he had endured, you graced him with some stimulation. Even though he didn’t voice it out loud, he was eternally grateful, eyes swelling up with tears as muffled moans filled the room. The way your hands worked around him was mind blowing, it felt so good he was shaking. Thighs quivering whenever you gave his tip extra attention, stroking up and down in a tender motion. The only problem he had was it wasn’t enough, he wanted more, though when he ground his hips back to gain more friction you’d stop his antics immediately.

How cruel, you were monopolising his pleasure. Furthermore, your other hand was now kneading and groping his body, exploiting his weak spots. Fondling his chest, brushing over his spine, or squeezing his butt, resulting in giyuu shaking uncontrollably. All that was just too embarrassing for the boy, and he hugged the pillow tighter as his toes curled. “N-ngh… y/n, a-are you still mad…?” He whispered carefully, hoping that you’ll be lenient with him. “I’m really—”

You hushed him, squeezing the base of his arousal, applying just enough pressure so it wouldn’t hurt. Then you changed your movements to sloppy strokes, collecting his pre to spread it all over his swollen skin. With how much he was leaking, one would think he already came. It got to the point where it dripped down his thighs, onto the poor sheets below him. Such a hassle, you should have used a towel. “What a messy boy, now I’ll have to change the sheets.” Yet your tone was anything but condescending, you sounded amused.

“Ah… I, HnnGh—, I didn’t mean to d-dirty your bed.” He was still holding his voice back to the best of his abilities, fingers plucking your pillow, the fabric straining under his strength. Look at him, in such despair for your approval, it’d be difficult to stay mad at him when he’s putting on such a show. Suddenly, you used your thumb to stimulate his tip, rubbing his slit and dipping the tip of your finger inside a little. “I don’t know… Maybe I should plug this hole up so you’ll stop making a mess? What do you say, giyuu?”

What were you saying…? Plug that up? Is it even possible? How scary the thought was, but your voice was so soothing he was addicted, falling into a willing hypnosis. It’s not like he could ever say no to you.

You noticed his ears turning into a bright pink shade, and you loomed over him. Normally you’d press your chest against his back, though for obvious reasons you were too hesitant to do that, instead choosing to hover a few centimetres above. With your usual tender touch, you tugged his hair behind his ears, revealing the rosy flesh there. Just the slightest touch against the skin located there caused him to gasp.

“You haven’t answered my questions, cat got your tongue?” You whispered into his ears. It was like the trigger to a bomb, causing his held-back emotions and whimpers to burst out freely. “Hmm..! Nghh-ahh, ugh-UhmM..♡” He clenched his eyes shut, more tears falling from his glassy eyes as his core tightened, a signal for his impending orgasm. The warmth radiating off you was so soothing, your touch like a fire that melted all that’s weighing down on him away.

“N-no.. m’sorwyyy..” Giyuu slurred over his words, drooling a little. Your hand felt really good, so much better than how he remembered, he felt like electricity was coursing through him. Every nerve ending of his was lit on fire, every muscle tingling with pleasure and his brain was slowly failing him. Not to mention the persistent pounding of his erratic heart. Like a drum playing by your rhythm. “I-I’m close, y/n, p-please..” He begged, not quite sure why, but most likely because he knew subconsciously things were going too easily. You did say it was a punishment.

And just as he feared, his prediction came true. Right before the pleasure reached its peak, you pulled away, both hands now on his hips to hold him, to prevent him from moving. A rather loud shriek escaped him, and his hips shook, trying to chase the fading ecstasy he was waiting for oh so eagerly. “HnnGhh..!! N-no! P- ahh~ please..♥︎ d-don’t do that…” His entire body began shaking even more than before, limps trying to hold onto anything he could. It took every ounce of self restraint for him to not just start humping the mattress. God he was pathetic.

You waited for a minute, observing his reactions. Poor thing still haven’t lifted his head from the pillow, his disappointment must have been immense. Doesn’t matter, since you had all the time in the world to make it up to him. “Are you that desperate to come?” You murmured again, your voice like a spell he couldn’t dodge, always messing with him with no fail, tempering with his already crumbling composure. All he could reply in return was a meek ‘mhm’ paired with a cute little nod. “Then be patient.”

Be patient, you said? He thought he was being plenty patient already. His dick was dripping by itself, all abandoned, jerking whenever you spoke. The tip an angry red as you continued to ignore his need. Instead, your turned your attention to his other assets, the hands on his hips going upwards, still resting at his sides, until they reached his trained chest, brushing over his perky nipples. “We haven’t seen each other in so long, it’d be a waste to end it so soon.” You argued, using your index fingers to circle around the hardening buds.

His chest was heaving up and down, knuckles white as he melted into your touch, spine aching to savour your touch. “Ah-aaghHh… s-so mean..” giyuu complained, his thoughts spilling out already without his usual filter. “W-wait— nGghh, no- n-no!! I-I didn’t mean to…” now he’s done it, he made a mistake, what to do? Really, he didn’t mean to say that…! Please don’t deny him again…!

“Well, isn’t it because you are too cute?” You chuckled, scratching his nipples with your fingertips, watching him squirm in delight. “My adorable Giyuu~?” As if trying to punctuate your words, you began kissing his neck, brushing his black hair to the side. Of course you didn’t limit yourself to his nape only, sometimes moving to his shoulders, other times going as low as his shoulder blades. No matter where your lips trailed you’d leave behind a path of blossoming hickeys.

Once you were satisfied, you licked the edge of his scar, tasting the herb-ish medicine they applied there. Honestly speaking, it didn’t taste good, so you went back to his neck, sinking your teeth into the skin. For a split second, he froze, shivers running down his spine before he withered underneath you, bending until he formed a crescent form. A deep flush was forming around his neck, sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.

This really was too much, you were clearly torturing him with your hands, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when you were showering him in such sweet words, marking him up as your property… How unfair, taking advantage of his fondness for your praise. His sobbing died down a little, but the tears didn’t stop even one bit. Since it seemed like he calmed, you wrapped your hand around him again, moving up and down. Even the way you touched him felt playful, you were really planning to make it into a long night for him.

Because he was still super sensitive from his almost-orgasm, it didn’t take long to turn him into a whining mess. Hips shaking all lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Considering simply pressing his face into the pillow didn’t cut it, he began biting the fabric, stuffing his mouth with it. You weren’t having any of that though, so you grabbed his hair by the roots with one hand, tugging his head back to mumble, “don’t do that, love, let me hear your voice.”

He shook his head in humiliation, panting while trying to form coherent sentences, “t-the… nghh, neig—HahhH..! Neighbours!! Mhffm..!♡♡” so he was aware of his volume, how cute. “They won’t hear, don’t worry.” You turned his head sideways, just a little, so that you could press a kiss to his tears-ridden cheeks, cooing sweetly, “so stop biting my pillow, alright?”

Seriously, he just can’t say no to you.

With lingering reluctance, he obeyed your command, but still clutched the cushions with his arms. Deciding he did a good job listening to you, you rewarded him with a small kiss to the back of his head, muttering, “good boy,” followed with your hand moving faster as it worked up and down his shaft. The wet squelching sounds echoed around your houses, bouncing off the walls. And when his voice hitched, becoming uncharacteristically high pitched, you knew he was close.

Such a beautiful melody to your ears, you loved how debauched he sounded right before he cums. Every time without fail he’d sound so needy, pleading with you, letting out all those shameful whimpers. It was heavenly. And if you wished to drag it out some more, you just had to let of his weeping dick. How convenient, wasn’t it? With that being said, you denied him again, your actions meeting a series of protests from the boy. “N-no, hnNghh, no no- y/n..!! Ah— I was s-so close.. please, p-please, I need it… m’s-sorwy.. please…♥︎♡♥︎” gosh, doesn’t he just sound so pitiful?

Even so, you didn’t cave in to his desperate begs, smiling down at him as he jerked his hips in futile attempts to reach the edge. So this was the punishment you mentioned, making him wait without knowing when it’ll end, probably a parallel to how you must have felt. Ah, really, he was sorry, won’t you please forgive him..?

Each time you denied him, his cries grew louder. More despair leaked into his tone while his body shook in the after glow of the denial. The feeling of having his long-awaited climax taken from him was unbearable, unable to do anything but beg for mercy from your hands. His sweat-covered, flushed body has long been rendered to nothing but a withering, mewling wreck. Yet Giyuu kept pleading, in the hopes it’ll make you give in just a few seconds earlier.

Until at some point something snapped and he suddenly became quieter, as if accepting his fate. Only muffled hiccups and whines slipped from his bruises lips, swollen from all the biting. It was so close to ripping and bleeding too. One look and you could tell his brain has really turned into mush, into something nonfunctional, unable to form any kind of thought process. The only thing he could think of was the need to cum and how nice your hands felt, stroking his pitiful dick.

By the looks of it, every touch must have hurt, considering he has been on the brink of climax for so long he felt like his cock will burst any second. Every little touch made his body jump. His tip has turned into such a deep crimson shade, you were starting to feel bad for him. Not to mention his face was like a work of art, covering in all kinds of fluids. Some of his tears crystallised on his flushed cheeks, and drool was hanging out of his parted lips. If you had to name your favourite though, it’d be his eyes, those gorgeous deep blue irises. All glazed over, unfocused, and yet lust-filled and needy.

When you decided to give him that handjob again, only a small trickle of pre dripped down from his tip, onto the puddle of fluids located underneath him. This sight was simply beautiful, you didn’t quite understand why you relished in this debauched state of his, perhaps you were somewhat of a sadist when it came to him. Nevertheless you were thrilled. Ah… regrettably his expressions have become dull, so you had to think of a way to get him out of his trance.

“Giyuu~ don’t you want to cum?” You teased, anyone would be able to tell what the answer is after all. The boy glanced back at you with watery eyes that begged you silently, a meek expression and trembling lips. The urge to pat his head was strong, so you reached out to stroke his hair, whispering, “I’m not angry anymore.” It was the truth, just you haven’t been angry since hours ago. “So… if you ask real nicely, I might do what you want~” aha, this was what you were scheming.

To be honest Giyuu knew you were doing this to gauge his reactions, yet he’s been reduced to such a whiny, pathetic thing, he couldn’t care less. Any shame he used to have has been thrown out for now, all that mattered was the release he’s been awaiting torturously. A shaky exhale escaped his slightly parted lips before he murmured poison sweet, “y-y/n… c-can I p-please cum…?”

How you missed his voice, gods this was more than enough to encourage you to do more. A cheeky grin plastered across your face as you messed with him a little more, working to ruin him even further, “try again~” but you weren’t that mean, which is why you jerked him off simultaneously. The only issue? You did it so lazily, instead promised to do it properly if he begged you some more. If you had know earlier that that amateur-ish friction would be enough to make him spill, you might have done things differently.

A fuzzy cloud of lust was hanging over Giyuu, and poor baby was so overstimulated he couldn’t think clearly, all he could do was follow your every command, eyes dropping as he hiccuped. “I-I don’t know hnng, w-what to s-say…” now you were feeling a little like a villain, switching back to a gentle tone as you said, “take your time, dear, don’t stress it.” He smashed his face into the soft pillows again, sniffing and trying to hold back from rocking his hips, before muttering in a small voice, “please—”

You waited, humming, letting him take all the time he needed while caressing his spine, fingertips dancing around his scar. The other hand was still on his angry arousal, creating perverted squelching sounds with every stroke. His sex twitched tirelessly, reacting to the pleasure surging through him. Once he gathered himself, he tried again. All he basically had to do was ‘tempt you’, right?

Fresh tears hit the sheets beneath him, and he clenched his teeth as he forced his limps to work despite them being all strengthless and useless. He shifted slightly, arching his back some more and pushing his hips out, “p-please, I-i wanna cum… hic..! Y/n.. please, l-let me… it hurts ♡♥︎”

How undignified~ this took every last scraps of sanity he had! Posing all erotically like this… you better make him come after this…!

On the other hand you were pondering other things, for example… Where did he learn to beg like that? He was making you seem like a real pervert- not that you were complaining. After all, he was doing such a good job bending over for you. “You did well, Giyuu.” You praised him with a soft smile, licking your bottom lip before continuing, “I’ll do as you wish.” With that being said, you speed up your pace, causing him to jerk abruptly despite his efforts to keep still. His toes curled inwards and his hands dug holes into the sheets.

It hurt, it hurt so bad, and it was so good. His leaking member was so overwhelmed every touch was painful, but he couldn’t differentiate between pain and pleasure anymore, moaning out loudly while drool dripped down his chin, “ah-ahh..! D-don’t stop, UhmM~ p-please don’t.. I really, nghh, really want it♥︎♡♥︎”

You were a little surprised at how quick this happened, even if it was logical, considering he’s been teetering on the edge for so long already. On top of that, he was on a mission for multiple months, and both of you knew giyuu’s sensitive when it came to your touches. Of course he’d be sobbing his eyes out and shiver like a plucked string. So it’s not his fault he feels like passing out already, with a face that fits the words ‘fucked stupid’ like a key to a lock, okay?

Furthermore, he’s been touch-starved without you. He missed you so much after all, even if he won’t say it out loud. Don’t you know your touch always makes him crazy? It’s like a drug he doesn’t want to quit, he wants to feed on your warmth and bath in the ecstasy. Enjoying the brain-numbing experience he could only have with you, having pleasure course through every vein, rendering his muscles useless. How he adored this feeling of his eyes rolling back from the bliss you inflicted in him.

His arousal twitched a few more times, splattering pre onto his stomach and your wrists, bouncing with every involuntary shake of his hips. What was he supposed to do? It was so good he couldn’t his moans from leaking out, if you pulled away this time as well, he might really melt into a puddle. Nothing mattered more than the tightening sensation festering in his lower abdomen right now, please don’t deny him again~!

“Y/nnnn..!!! C-coming, coming I-i— hnnnghh ♥︎♡♡~!!” He groaned, a loud, unrestrained sound escaping the confines of his mouth. It sounded so primal, so intense, you were sure your neighbours heard that. White ropes of cum shoot out of his tip, spilling onto the sheets beneath. You kept the movement going to help him ride out his high, that took quite a while because he just kept cumming. He must have been really pent up, huh? Maybe much more than what you expected.

After a few more pumps you let go of his cock, and stared at the mess clinging to your palms, then back to the man still whining quietly. The fluids dripping from his spend sex were sticking to his body, resulting in little strings connecting his thighs to the mattress. Giyuu tried to calm his breathing, taking deep, shaky breaths. It was difficult, his heart was racing too much. When he tried to turn around to look at you, he couldn’t muster the strength to even sit up a little, flopping flush against the bed and panting heavily, “haaah… ngh-ahh… mhmm!”

Out of nowhere his shame came back like an unwanted guest, washing over him, causing him to almost cry out in frustration. Please don’t look at his pathetic state…! It’s too humiliating, will you still want him after seeing all this?

You ran your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, brushing it aside to kiss his nape again, whispering against the still slightly reddish spot, “you look adorable, Giyuu. I love it.” He didn’t respond. There were two reasons, he was too tired and he couldn’t think for the moment. So all he did was accept the compliments with a weak, meek nod. Seeing him so pliant now, you caressed his cheek, and he nuzzled against your palm instinctively, even now eagerly accepting your every gesture.

So cute! You weren’t lying when you said that, you found him simply endearing. His moans, his cries, and his expressions… just thinking about it puts a smile to your face. That’s why, how long should you let him recover before going for a second round? As you’ve said before, you’ve got all the time in the world, and the night is young. Plus, you weren’t satisfied just yet ♥︎

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Nini!rant 2.0:

In the first fic I had planned for this, we were an innkeeper & Giyuu was a pathetic meow meow whom we sometimes housed. Like he’d use our inn when on longer missions in the area. But it got too long cuz I’d have to establish how they went from strangers to one-night stand partners. And that takes way more effort than just having them have an established relationship already.

My solution used to be making reader down bad, since I don’t think giyuu’s the type to take the first step haha. In the end I hated it, so I scratched the 5k words. Which got me so depressed I got writers block and thus couldn’t continue kinktober last year lmao