Warnings: reader has a cock (otherwise no gender specified), (kinda) mean reader, top reader fucking bottom character, milking, breeding, orgasm denial, nipple play, sex toys, dacryphilia
One of your cows isn’t producing the minimum amount of milk required of him anymore… there seems to be some kind of problem?
Word count: ~2k
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?
Ever thought about a sub who begs/asks for sex first, saying he really wants it or needs it all night long and all that?
And after getting what he demanded, he’s so smug and happy, enjoying every touch to the fullest. Though after some time, with each passing round, their grin starts to fade— suddenly he’s a fucked out wreck who has climaxed so often that a simple brush of your fingers against his heated skin was painful.
Yet you still haven’t stopped… still wringing out pleasure from his dry body. Now he’s begging for you to stop, to give him a small break!! Saying that he’s too tired to go on even more rounds. Crying and pleading so desperately now, even though he was the one who brought this upon himself…
What to do~ you weren’t anywhere near satisfied, but his whines were just too cute, “p-please… hiicc no ♡ no more r-rounds ah-ngHhn..!!~ c-can’t cum anymore.. ah-hnghHn ♡♥︎♡ m’so-sorry…!! Hurts… ah, please, I need a b-break…♥︎♡”
I had a super cute (?) Idea today I gotta share this
Imagine a vibrator that is connected to an app on your phone, but to make it move, you have to press a button. Not like an on/off button, but that it only moves when your finger’s on the button. So, if you don’t press it anymore, it stops vibrating.
That, and you convince your partner to wear it inside him under his clothes. Saying something like: “I’ll press it whenever I think of you ♡” before both of you go about your day.
Then throughout the day, you’d just randomly press the button every time you think of him, before letting go and going back to your usual routine. And he’s just shaking trying to hold back a moan at some place, yet feeling fuzzy at being ‘notified’ you just thought of him.
anaxa showing us his new outfit (the new anaxa themed outfits) only for us to ruin said outfits and instead fuck him.. 🥺🥺 just a thirst 🫶
I’m gonna buy that outfit i don’t care if I end up in debt IT’S SO PRETTY!!! especially the bag and clothes! Anyway back to the thirst—
We all know anaxa has a great eye for fashion, he always looks so dignified and elegant. So after he went back from his shopping trip, you obviously asked to see what he bought. And he looked as gorgeous as always.
These clothes were like tailored just for him! The colours were perfect, the shape, and how it accentuated his body~ even he was proud of it. When you asked him to turn around for you, he obeyed, liking the attention even though he’d never admit it. But he didn’t expect you to suddenly bend him over and expose his lower body…!
Before he knew it, he was already pinned to the nearest surface with his eyes rolling back. His own bodily fluids soaking through the new clothes and staining it. There was no helping it, you were fucking him so roughly… couldnt you at least wait until he took them off? He just bought it, and you are already ruining them!! At least make sure nothing tears…!
By the end of it, the shirt was all wrinkled, the bonnet discarded and his underwear pulled down to his ankles. His skirt/trouser was all soaked and dirtied by now, a puddle of filth staining them. Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks as he glared at you from over his shoulder, his body still trembling due to the stimulations as he scoffed, “You damn pervert… you better clean it all— and by hand.”
Fingering Professor Anaxagoras in his lecture halls after class cuz he’s too impatient to wait until you two get home. But you refused to actually fuck him in public, that’s why he’s only getting your fingers and glaring at you all frustrated while bucking his hips into your hands
I went on Femdom manga hunting today and… Oh wow- the art style is so… wow, omg…
Titel: Maxed Out Prince Craves The Merciless Princess
And there will be a sequel coming in mid-November….! Towards the end he’s hinted to have obsessive tendencies, so maybe in part two that side will be explored some more? Also hopefully there will be more action hehehe….
Warning: overstimulation, orgasm denial, teasing, dacryphilia, licking, kissing, angry sex(??), pet names (love/dear) each once for Giyuu, handjob, light praise kink, hickeys, punishment (??), begging, sub space, established relationship
~ Word count: 4.7k ~
Nini!rant: I’ve literally written it once, then deleted the 5k words cuz I hated how it turned out
Kinktober list 2025
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 ♥︎
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
Dom!reader x sub!Phainon - reader is gender neutral
Warning: praise kink, chastity belt, teasing, established relationship, love sick phainon, calling him pet names (love, dear, sunshine) & dog/puppy (pet play?), phainon performing oral on reader, leg humping (character), dacryphilia, begging, light edging, cum eating, implied sex (not described), marking/biting, PDA
~ Word count: 4.3k ~
Nini!rant: this is almost like 70% porn
Kinktober list 2024/2025
Your lovely boyfriend, Phainon, was just like a puppy who wanted to please you and have all your attention on him! He simply loved you so much! And his devotion had no bounds, willing to go beyond his limits to make sure you are safe and sound. That’s right, he’d do anything to make you happy, no matter how much he has to suffer for it. Though he might get cheeky at times, he only did it because he knew you enjoyed the occasional rebellions and tugs for control, an entertaining game both of you played.
Having such a partner was something to be envious of, you knew it better than anyone else. After getting a taste of him, you now know you’ll never be able to get over him if he became someone else’s partner. Well, this was nothing to be worried about, your relationship was stable and healthy and you were proud of it. On top of that, you adored him just as much as he does, though he keeps swearing that he loved you more.
He’d show his affection with a variety of things, ranging from creating space in his busy schedule to spend time with you, or sudden physical touches like hugs. That boy didn’t not care about when or where— if you were within reach, he’ll come up to you and ask for kisses, sulking if you said ‘not now’. If you didn’t enjoy doing cheesy things in public, he’d try to tone it down, yet he fails every time. Poor thing was just so excited to see you again, even if you’ve been gone for no more than a minute. Old dogs can’t learn new tricks, huh?
Despite everything, you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him. Your saccharine little deliverer was just such a beam of sunshine, brightening your mood every time he appeared. A bundle of positive energy, never failing to make you smile. You could go on and on about how wonderful he was, but that’d get boring, right? Long story short, due to his nature, he was very into public displays of affection, and was very touchy-feely in front of others. Wanting to mark you as taken, just as how you own him.
That, paired with his infamous title of being a Chrysos heir, the deliverer destined to carry Kephales coreflame, caused your relationship to become a hot topic among the residents of Okhema. Most of the civilians thought you two were a cute, innocent couple, blessed with pure love by the romance titan mnestia themself. There was also the occasional envious type, though nothing out of reasonable boundaries. Rumours really spread fast, huh? Though it was good to see the people were still able to laugh and joke around in such difficult times.
But seriously, what’s up with their choice of adjectives? Innocent? You and phainon? It was almost laughable, but you couldn’t blame them for thinking that way, since your less pure sides are only exposed behind closed doors. Even if he got a new nickname calling him a hopeless romantic, he still had to uphold the image of a reliable hero who the people can depend on.
There were many responsibilities and expectations for him to live up to. Everyone was putting their last hopes on him, he had much to shoulder. That was also one of the many reasons why he enjoyed spending his time with you, because when alone save for your company, he didn’t have to act tough, didn’t have to be anyone or anything, only himself. Only obeying orders ♥︎
These moments of respite, where he could feel freedom he haven’t had for himself for a long time, were more than just precious for him. It helped him get through his daily life without succumbing to self pity and doubt, allowing him to rely on someone else as well. His shoulders hurt so much from the burdens, and you were always willing to ease the pain for him.
You two had made up a time to meet in your private bath chambers, and that day was today. He had been unable to focus on his work the entire day, continuously getting distracted while his mind wandered off to some nau— oh dear, a relic almost slipped from his hands. Aglaea noticed right away that something was up with him, and told him to take it easy today, so that he won’t be late for the date. Ah, of course she knew with her golden threads and all. An amused smile tugged at her expression at the sight of him being so affected by you. Must be the youth~
Though she wasn’t the only one to give him a knowing smile, this occasion occurred throughout the whole day. The white haired male found it a little embarrassing that everyone seemed to be able to read him like an open scroll, though he was grateful for their consideration. Since due to that, the people he worked with also gave their best to make sure he finished on time. Weren’t they too invested in his love life? In fact- in the end, he was even too early! Already standing in front of your room before you even arrived.
Now he was pacing around all nervously, or maybe in suspense? Knowing you, he had a faint guess what the two of you would be doing all alone like this… he didn’t want to appear so impatient, yet he couldn’t hide it well. The way his body revealed how much he was looking forward to it, especially since it’s been so long… what a traitor. His yearnings for you were threatening to overspill, and he longingly sought out your warmth, for you to caress him and make him forget all about his obligations for a few heartfelt moments. For you to embrace him and mend his stinging heart.
Now that he was thinking about it, he realised it’s been almost two weeks since your last intimate encounter. You still spend time semi-frequently, though the highlight of every date would be a few kisses. There was a separate reason for your lack of play sessions on top of him being more busy than usual, and a low heat began burning inside him at the reminder of it. This yearning was like a bottomless pit, the only one who could fill it was you. He wanted to see you again so badly, oh he missed you so.
When you finally came back, the first thing you saw was phainon sitting outside your door. His eyes lit up the moment his gaze rested on your outlines, you could swear his tail was wagging as he greeted you, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace. The feeling was akin to you coming back home to your beloved pet. “Phainon, you are early today. Something happened?” You chuckled at his eagerness, and gently led him into the room. “Nothing much, I just missed you.” He replied with his usual cheeriness, and you rolled your eyes. Of course he did, he always did.
After washing up and getting all clean, you sat down on the bed while he began kneeling in front of you. He was draped in nothing but a single robe, the fabric almost see-through due to how thin it was. This was the dynamic you two adapted whenever you were behind locked doors, smirking as you relished in the control you had over him. Amphoreus’ hero? More like your cute little boy toy who’s dying to please you. “Have you been good and doing what I told you to?” You wondered, and the male began taking off his clothes to show you proof of his subservience.
“…yes, I have.” A hint of meekness creeped into his tone, his cheeks adapted a faint rosy colour. Now that he was stripped naked, you could see the contours of his well defined muscles in even more details. His glistening skin was still slightly damp due to the bath you two shared, and some water droplets trickled from the tips of his hair. What a gorgeous work of art he was, such a catch, you couldn’t help but grin to yourself like some pervert.
After your eyes scanned his frame, it rested on the thing nestled between his legs. A chastity belt restricting his cock, resting between his legs, the metal all warm due to his body heat. You were the one who commanded him to wear it at all times, and as it would seem, he did exactly what you told him to. “Heh.” You giggled in amusement. At the same time your heart filled with even more fondness and anticipation for him, he was just so compliant and submissive for you, so tame.
Which is why you began praising him, saying, “you did well, such a good boy, all for me.” A shudder ran down his spine at the mention of that pet name, he almost felt pathetic how his dopamine levels would rise at a single praise from you. Titans did he love it when you’d call him that, it made him feel so complete. “But, you’ll have to be a little more patient.” You cooed, and dangled the key to the lock right under his nose, taunting him.
“H-huh…? Y/n, what- what do you mean? Can’t I cum today…?” Have you seen that devastated expression yet? He had the face of someone whose favourite toy has been taken away from, gods his reactions were too cute! “Of course you can, love, just not now.” You answered, and began undressing the few clothing pieces you still wore, spreading your legs by a fraction to gesture to your own sex, teasing him, “but first, you gotta please me, alright?”
Phainon’s eyes widened and his shoulders tensed upwards, the blush intensifying as he nodded enthusiastically. Your voice was so silky smooth, like temptations whispers, curling around him and holding him in a death grip. He folded so embarrassingly easily when it came to your orders, you could almost say he had no self respect. But can you blame him? He just really liked doing things that made you feel pleasure, because you’d compliment him and run your fingers through his silver locks afterwards.
Besides, you always took care of him, so he’d be delighted to do something for you as well, to repay what he owed you. Which is why he promised himself to do his absolute best, taking a few deep inhales before getting down to business. With that being said, he made his way over to you, positioning himself between your parted legs. His approach seemed a little clumsy and tense, he looked on edge about his ‘new mission’. You almost laughed out loud, he didn’t need to take this so seriously~
Once he was certain that he got into the right position, he kept his hands bawled into fists on his thighs, remembering the rule of no touching unless with permission. If he had to be honest, he detested that rule of yours. What do you mean he can’t touch you? That’s like— worse than a punishment..! Most of the time he’d break it on purpose, and simply whine until you forgave him. It worked out in most cases, due to you feeling pity for being to mean to him.
But it didn’t today.
Just as he reached out to use his hands to leverage himself, place them on your thighs for stability, you hummed, “that won’t do, sunshine. Keep your paws where I want, ‘Kay?” He stared up at you, lips puckered into a pout as he whimpered, “why…? But I want to touch you… please?” Seeing him act this needy really resonates with your heart, for some reason, making you get all soft for him. You held yourself back though, you couldn’t let yourself be swayed every damn time, “no, i won’t relent. You can do it without your hands, I’m sure of it.”
You even resisted the last ace up his sleeve? Guess there was no way around it anymore… with a heavy sigh, he retracted his palms again, and gripped his own thighs instead. His sulking didn’t last long before he went back to his optimistic self. This was no time to be sad, there was a five course meal waiting for him! Deciding to not postpone is any further, he stuck his head out, and leaned forward closer enough for you to feel his shaky, uneven breath on your skin.
A tiny bit of hesitation was noticeable in his movements, he was a little worried about his technique. Though he was sure if he put in a lot of effort, he could do well. He began with small and shy kitten licks, testing the waters as well as probing your reactions. This wasn’t the first time he tasted you, you’ve made him ‘clean up his mess’ before, where he’d taste his own cum and yours mixed together. But this was his first time giving oral, and thus tasting nothing but you, and heavens— you tasted so amazing, he feared he was going to get drunk on your taste ♡
It was a little ticklish, the way he lapped at you. Even so you didn’t want to rush him, which is why you simply observed the show from the sidelines. You did admire his resolve, and you were willing to let him learn slowly. On the other hand, seeing him going down on you, face and mouth busy working on your private parts was kind of… erotic. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a shiver down your spine.
When he moved upwards with his tongue, licking a long stripe from the bottom to the top, you couldn’t help the sigh leaving your lips. That was your first reaction of the day, and you felt like his imaginary tail was swiping from left to right again. As predicted, phainon’s heart began pounding like crazy, the blood streaming to his cheeks as he kept coming up with new ways to pleasure you. Seeing you starting to react to his advances encouraged him to do more, and so he became bolder.
He tried many things, ranging from kisses to a slightly rougher handling by using his teeth, trying his best to gauge out your preferences and dislikes. After getting more comfortable with having you so close, which he used to be embarrassed about since he could see everything so clearly, he tried the only thing he haven’t yet.
By taking you in his mouth, sucking at your most sensitive part there, gulping down all the fluids coming from your arousal. Saliva drilled down his chin, the way he slurped at you was so wet and filthy. He was eating you like a man starved, tongue flicking around aimlessly in a poo attempt to find your sensitive spot. Precum began seeping through the cage confining his cock, dirtying the ground below.
He was so into it, being able to taste and smell nothing but you, your scent was making him all dizzy. All his senses were being stimulated at once, like a deadly cocktail turning his brain to mush, his pupils were rolling into the back of his skull, changing into cute little hearts ♥︎ Furthermore, he began moaning into your sex, naughty noises spilled from his tongue due to how heavenly he felt. Judging by how much he felt it just from eating you, your sweet boyfriend might have an oral fixation~
“MmhhfF— hnngh, mhmm~ ♡♡” the vibrations of his voice felt quite nice, and you began groaning under your breath in response. All those things you like about him added together was enough to make you shudder, and you cooed at him, “keep going, use that pretty mouth.” Another muffled groan left his swollen and rosy lips, his nose brushing your pelvis.
At some point he overestimated himself to the point where he was almost choking himself, getting less and less air and all dizzy. “Mhmmf, haaahh, su gud~ hngh—anNnhh~ ♡♥︎♡” His mouth and lips started to get all tired since he wasn’t used to making such movements for a long time, though he didn’t relent. All it meant was that after this, he really had to practice his skills…
Even though he was harsh on himself, you didn’t think he was all that bad. In fact, seeing that he truly savoured every second spend between your legs, acting like this was his final meal, doing all of that with such a passion was enough to make you really feel it. The thought that he was doing it for you, because of you, and only with you was so sweet, your possessive tendencies began flailing up. Everyone already knew he was yours, yet you wanted to proof it with more.
Wild slurping and squelching sounds filled the room, bouncing off the walls as he continued to lap away at you. Your own moans slowly began increasing in volume, unable to hold back when he was glancing up at you with such round, beady eyes. Hearing you groan in ecstasy was just like hearing you praise him for doing a good job, which he loved, and you knew that. Another reason to not hold back and go all out.
Phainon’s whines also began to increase in volume, mumbling everything against your heat, noticing that you were getting closer by the way you twitched in his mouth. He wanted to tell you to hold him down and cum down his throat, even if it was impossible considering his current situation. Luckily for him, you did that without needing a request, and gripped him by the roots of his hair to force your crotch deeper into his warm insides, holding his head in place as you spilled everything into his greedy mouth.
“Ah- fuck…” you let out a shuddering gasp, taking a few moments to calm down. On the other side, the boy was spasming as your taste overwhelmed him, overflowing around the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Poor thing was drowning in you, suffocating and gaging as tears pricked in his eyes. Yet he still refused to waste even a single drop, trying to gulp everything down. Adam’s Apple bobbing as he drank it.
It didn’t work all that well, but it’s the effort that counts right? Once your high subsided, you let go of him, allowing him to breath again. You almost ripped some strains of his hair off, thankfully it didn’t come that far. The chrysos heir was gasping for air, still sticking his tongue out after he pulled back. The expression he wore was hard to describe, all pliant and head empty. Did his brain turn to mush already?
Your cum decorated his now flushed features, causing him to look extra lewd. “Titans phainon, you did so good, pleasing me so well~” you smiled genuinely, amazed at how nice that felt. Now that you knew, you were going to put that tongue to work a few more times in the future.
Phainon was so glad that you didn’t hate it, he was having a small celebration internally. He felt all fuzzy and warm, grinning back at you with his debauched-looking, dashingly handsome face. After getting suffocated on your sex, he couldn’t deny the need building inside him anymore, which is why his eyes lit up when you mentioned him deserving a reward. “Really? Then… can I please cum now?” He asked while glancing at you with his signature puppy eyes.
Since it has come to this, you couldn’t deny your pet any longer and used the key to unlock his belt. It was almost funny how he immediately got hard, still leaking pre everywhere. His arousal was twitching every time he thought back on the taste of you, on your soft praise and pants. God he deserves to get punished for his sinful thoughts…! He wanted to touch himself, so badly, but he knew he had to wait for your permission first. Couldn’t you hurry up and say those word? Please~ he couldn’t help himself!
His instinct were yelling at him to stroke it, he was really holding himself back here… “nghhh… y/n…! Please, p-please let me—” In the end, he ran out of patience and reached down to wrap his hand around his painfully hard erection, but to his dismay you almost immediately told him to stop. A pitiful whine escaped him, please tell him he didn’t fuck up just now, or your little puppy might cry~
Luckily that didn’t seem to be the case, things were still going well and your mood haven’t been soured. You gently told him to come closer and lay his head in your lap instead, so he obeyed without a second thought. Kneeling at your feet, arms wrapped around your shin as he gently placed his cheek on your thighs. He relaxed when you began ruffling his hair, scratching his scalp tenderly, all of it felt so nice. A soothing sensation calming his blazing emotions.
“Good puppy.” You commented, and added, “you’ve been patient for so long, I’ll allow you to cum now.” His eyes lit up, resembling a clear, sunny sky as he wondered, “c-can I-” which you interrupted with a no, knowing exactly what he’ll ask of you. “You can’t, for not showing enough self-restraint before.” Phainon felt his heart and jaw drop to the floor, how was he supposed to get off then? Were you going to do it…?
“You can hump my leg though, if you want.” You offered instead, and a part of you wondered if he’d really do it. Much to your surprise, but also somewhat expected, he actually did it. Such an adorable freak… you loved it. Watching him with focused eyes, observing the way he grind his hips back and forth, rolling them slightly, thus rubbing his flushed tip against your skin, moaning at the sensation of his overly sensitive cock sliding against you.
Incoherent babbling began leaving his parted lips, it was simply too good! Voice slurred over while his biceps flexed around your legs, straining with the effort to not go overboard, “t-thank you, thank you ah-ahhhNgh~!! Feels g-good ♥︎♡♥︎” has he really been that pent up? To throw away all his shame like this and not even think about it? Seriously, the way he thrusted his hips was simply way too cute, rutting against you for any scraps of pleasure.
His milky fluids got coated all over your flesh, and you began meeting his thrusts by moving your leg in rhythm to his, creating even more of that delicious friction he craved. A high-pitched cry unlike his usual voice escaped him, and he pleaded with you to let him cum, “p-please y/n… please~ I-i wanna cum, l-let me cum, pleaaase…♡♥︎♡?” Seeing him so desperate made your heart go soft, you couldn’t help but give in to his demands, unable to be really mean to him, and once again whispered in a gentle manner, “alright, go on, love. Spurt it all out~ ♥︎”
You didn’t have to wait more than a fraction of a second for him to cum all over both of you, thick stripes of sticky fluids shot out of his overstimulated and painfully neglected dick, creating a huge mess in it’s wake. “AaanNHhn~!! ♡♥︎ d-don’t stooopp, m’cumminnn’ HnnGHh~ ♥︎♡♥︎!!” He moaned out loudly, uncaring about his own volume, if someone was going to hear him then so be it. This was nothing but evidence of your love for each other~
A dazed and dumb smile replaced the expression previously plastered on his face, tongue lolling out like the stupid dog he was. After taking a short break, he came down from his high enough to gaze up at you with big hearts in his eyes. No one else could make him come so hard like you do, simply amazing. He was still basking in the aftermath, yet he began whining for more already. Tone so addictively sweet, honey laced as he grovelled, “please, I want more… I wanna cum some more y/n ♥︎♡♡..!”
His face looked like a fucked out wreck, tears due to sensory overload decorating his features, eyes melting as he looked up at you with such a profound sense of adoration. A thin layer of sweat engulfed him, hair looking like a tangled bird nest, sticking to his forehead. Cum and drool mixed on his pleasure-ridden face, still blushing furiously. If you were to caress his cheek now, you might burn your hand from the heat radiating off him! His own seed was creating obscene little strings connecting your shin to his shaft, still dripping with his own dirty mess.
Please don’t be mad that he wasn’t sated yet, he haven’t been touched for so long! It’s your fault for making him so touch-starved… putting him in a chastity belt to control his masturbation habits was like torture, but he endured all of it, for all that time, just for you and to get your approval. You’ve got to take responsibility for turning him into this, no?
“You really are nothing but a dog in heat.” Was all you managed to say in response, pleasantly surprised by this development. He sure was energetic, his stamina might be a little scary though. Well, you’ve got plenty of time, and fortunately— the day never ends in okhema.
Needless to say the two of you really loved each other, sharing body heat and mating like primitive animals. By the end of it, you made sure people will be able to tell who he belonged to if they didn’t already know, marking him up with bite marks and the like, drawing on his pale, unblemished skin with bright crimson hickeys. He didn’t bother hiding them as well, showing them off oh so proudly, feeling not a single hint of shame. It was like a badge of honour, of course he was going to brag!
Let’s see who will still call you two innocent after that ordeal ♡ truly, the youth is an amazing thing~
My first draft of this was so emotional and depressive! I couldn’t bring myself to turn it into smut after writing about phainon opening up about his past, saying emotional shit. It wasn’t even intentionally, he just suddenly began yapping while I wrote. He was controlling my fingers ffs. Also, my fav line that I wrote in the early draft was:
“You hoped to mend the wounds of his heart, leaking endless golden ichor, to prevent him from burning until he was a shell of who he used to be.”
Anyhow bc of that I scratched everything again but kept the idea, which was him being his usual cute self but needy hehe. I must say I’m surprised this fic doesn’t really include pet play, considering the direction it was going. It was one sentence away from turning into that istg haha
Maybe next time~ also, this is the first time I wrote for phainon lol. I’m gonna write him a few more times due to my anniversary event, many requested him. Little sunshine’s popular huh. This is my fav meme of him, might write for reaver & kaslana someday too :3 maybe self-cest phainon…? Threesome with all of them? Hehe
