Fic tags: Smut, slight angst, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cathartic sex, aftercare, written before 3.1
Author’s Notes: Originally posted on February 14th 2025 and was only fully shared on AO3 before.
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When you opened the door to Phainon’s abode in Okhema, the Chrysos Heir strode past you without paying you any mind, as if he forgot you were there in the first place. You sighed and followed him, closing the door behind you.
Usually you loved coming here. Phainon’s place was elevated in the city, from the spacious balcony one could see a huge part of Okhema City and even Kephale in the distance, though seeing the Titan and its everlasting light seemed like another weight that Phainon’s shoulders couldn’t and shouldn’t bear at this moment.
You crossed the room and grabbed the curtains before throwing a look over your shoulder at the man striding up and down in his home, face lowered to the floor, hands coming up to run through his hair. He mumbled something under his breath. It tore at your heartstrings to see him like this. You pulled the curtains close, blocking off the view from the balcony.
“Phainon…” you said as you stepped back into the room. He didn’t look at you.
You’ve never seen him like this before.
You knew there was more to him, a more serious and somber side that he kept at bay and hidden from everyone, but even though that was the real him too, you missed the cheerful and hopeful man he usually was. You wanted to see that smile again, the puppy-like look on his face, flustered and smitten when you caught him staring at you…
But this…
Everyone had their breaking point, didn’t make it easier to accept or bear it.
“We need to… I need to destroy this cycle,” Phainon mumbled without looking at you. “What if the Coreflames are not enough, after everything we’ve seen… what if these powers aren’t enough…” He looked at his hands. They trembled and his blue eyes stared at them with a pain that went beyond anything a physical injury could cause.
You reached for his hands, engulfed them with your own though his were so much bigger than yours. He looked at you then for the first time since you dragged him away from the remains of that battle against the enemy cloaked in black.
“I need to destroy whatever is keeping Amphoreus in this loop,” he said, his voice got quieter. He lowered his hands to his sides until you had to let go of them, reluctantly so. His gaze turned to the floor again.
Your chest constricted at the sight. You wanted to take whatever weighed him down and erase it from his mind and this world. If you could you would shoulder it yourself.
A frown appeared on your face and reached up towards his shoulder, slowly opening the belt that kept his armor in place before removing it gently from his shoulders. Though you couldn’t hide the sharp intake of breath when you realized his shoulders were shaking too.
That enemy… That trial… You never imagined it would get to him and manage to tear him down like this.
“We’re gonna find a way. We’re gonna find a way to save Amphoreus that will keep people from further succumbing to the Black Tide and-“
“What if there is no other way? What if the prophecy is wrong after all? What if I can’t fulfill this role, what if I was never meant for it in the first place and I’m just plunging Amphoreus into darkness myself. I already failed my trial and that… that enemy we faced… That was m-” You put a hand over his mouth to stop his rambling.
He was spiraling and after everything he’s been through and what has happened today it would only lead to worse thoughts and paths for him to take.
Phainon didn’t attempt to push your hand away or to keep talking, but the look in his blue eyes pierced your heart stronger than any of Chartonus’s weapons ever could.
“You don’t really believe all this. Don’t give in to these thoughts,” you said, your words a whisper as you raised your hand to cup his cheek instead. He closed his eyes.
“I don’t know what I believe anymore…”
Everything that has piled up - all his anger, his frustration, his doubts and fears - all laid bare, about to burst through the fragile walls of his heart and soul.
You took a step back from him, pulled your lower lip into your mouth and contemplated. Maybe you couldn’t offer him Amphoreus’ salvation or get rid of the Black Tide for him but it didn’t mean you couldn’t be here for him.
“Do you need to unwind?”
It caught him off guard. The question pulled his thoughts away from spiraling and what has happened in the past and put his focus on you - finally.
“Huh?”
You took a step towards him again. Maybe there was a way for him to release it all. To get rid of everything that weighed him down and that could mend the cracks in his heart.
If only for a moment.
“I’m right here and I ain’t leaving, no matter what path you take. So,” you paused, taking a deep breath. “Let me take that pain away. If you need to unleash everything that has built-up in here,” you held a hand over his heart and allowed his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest to soothe your own soul and reinforce the decision you made.
You looked up, caught his eyes with yours. “Then do it with me.”
Phainon went silent.
His blue eyes searched your face for signs of doubts, the line of his mouth quivered, wrinkles showed on his face. He was so clearly conflicted and for a moment the puppy-like expression you’ve been used to before the darkness grabbed a hold of his soul appeared on his face again.
“Forgive me,” he said, eyes full of genuine remorse but you only smiled.
“There’s nothing to forgive.”
A blur of colors in front of your eyes and Phainon grabbed you and pushed you against the nearest wall so quickly and with such force that your vision spun. You could hardly grasp what was happening, the strength of his took you by surprise even after all this time you’ve witnessed it yourself.
When you came to again, you were pressed against the wall with Phainon on his knees in front of you making quick work of the knots tying your dress together until it parted at the front, hanging loosely from your shoulders and revealing your body to his gaze.
He wasted absolutely no time. His hands were on your thighs, discarding your panties in a flash and his lips were between your legs before you could form a coherent thought.
You shuddered and gasped with the surprise of it all, your hands diving into his hair as sudden warmth and jolts of electricity surged through your body.
“Pha- Phainon,” you moaned, pressed the back of your hand to keep yourself from moaning so much. He barely touched you, you couldn’t possibly be like this already.
He moaned into your folds in response and you shuddered against him when he took your sounds as encouragement and wrapped his lips around your clit, flicking it with his tongue until you folded over him, unable to remain pressed against the wall behind you.
Phainon worked on you with intent. Nothing about the way he licked, kissed and sucked on your skin was meant to build up the pleasure within you. He meant to push and fast. It was all about unraveling you and the thrill of having him use you the way he wanted and the way you had asked him to did nothing to hold the heat and coil tightening within you at bay.
He ate you out like a man starved. Like it was his first meal in a long time and he devoured it as if he was scared someone could take it away from him.
Your hands twisted in his hair, both to keep him on you, to indulge more in the pleasure he was giving you but also to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.
Not now. Not ever.
Phainon sucked on your clit again, relentlessly and unwilling to let go, and it had you grind your hips against his mouth. He groaned in the back of his throat. It felt like every flick of his tongue, every move of his lips fanned the flames within you even more, like a storm that couldn’t be stopped.
You tumbled over the edge with an intensity that had you crying out and spasming in front of him. Your fingers in his hair tightened all by themselves, keeping him close to you as if to dared him to stop now. He had no intention of doing so. He kept lapping and sucking at your wet folds and clit as if he had just started, not allowing the sensations to cease for even a heartbeat.
A whine left your lips when you slowly came down from your high and your legs shook, threatening to give out from under you any moment. You grabbed onto Phainon’s shoulders with trembling hands.
“Phainon, I… I can’t stand,” you said, your voice accompanied by a gasp when his tongue flicked your clit again. Blue eyes peeked up at you and the look in them stole your breath away, hard and unyielding but struck with a need and desire that you haven’t seen from him before.
You asked him for this and his gaze let you know that he was gonna give and take everything from you that he needed. It sent a shiver down your spine but renewed the heat within your core as if your orgasm hadn’t happened mere moments ago.
He only removed his mouth from you to adjust your position, though it gave you a second to catch your breath.
Phainon hoisted up both your legs and you yelped in surprise. He placed your thighs on his shoulders, your legs dangling down his back, while his hands on your waist kept you pushed against the wall. Odd position, sitting on him like this, he could’ve just moved you to the bed but the way he didn’t say a word and lost himself - and his teeth - in the softness of your inner thighs told you he had no intention of moving.
You whined when he left marks all over your skin, rekindling the heat and pushing you towards the edge once again.
Any remaining thought or concern left your mind when his mouth dived back in, his tongue flicking your clit. It almost bordered on painful with how much attention he’s given the sensitive nub already and yet, you didn’t want him to stop.
Neither would he let you go.
He wasn’t done with you yet.
A hoarse moan broke free from your lips and you folded above him, clutching onto his hair and back - anywhere you could reach - when his tongue slipped inside of you, his nose bumping into your clit at the same time.
Overwhelming. The feeling of him inside you like this, the friction on your clit even more intense with how sensitive you already were, it was all so much.
Too much.
But oh, so good.
His fingers digging into the skin of your waist, his tongue inside of you, the friction on your clit, his heavy breath on your folds…
That coil snapped suddenly and stronger than before. Powerful and consuming as it flooded your body and overwhelmed your senses. Nothing you could do but hold on and ride it out as you spasmed and shook in Phainon’s hold. Your ears buzzed, drowning out the moans and whines that spilled from your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut to keep yourself grounded somehow.
Your world began to spin that left you clinging to Phainon until the waves subsided and left you panting and boneless.
The cool sheets beneath your back startled you, but at least they cleared some of the fog in your mind. Enough to push yourself onto your elbows and watch how Phainon stood by the edge of the bed, disrobing himself with an impatience and a look of hunger that made you feel like you were prey, trapped and about to be devoured once again.
You bit your lip and even though his gaze should made you wary for what he still had in store for you, it sent a tingling sensation down your spin which you couldn’t help but revel in.
Phainon climbed onto the bed with his pants still hanging on his legs, shaking them off as he crawled over you.
You gasped when his lips met your leg. He slid them upwards. Over your thighs, your hips, your rips, your breasts until he reached your lips.
The kiss was fleeting, soft, almost like an apology, a plea…
You reached up to cup his face in your hands and for a moment the tenderness returned to those pretty blue eyes. You smiled and nodded.
His lips twitched upwards.
When you felt his lips the next time - this time on your shoulder - the kiss felt like a warning.
Phainon turned your body around, flipped you as if you weighed nothing, and you groaned when he pushed your face into the mattress, though the goosebumps on your skin were neither a remnant from his previous ministrations nor out of discomfort.
He grabbed your hips, pulled you up until you had no choice but to push yourself onto your knees, though your face remained planted against the sheets. You didn’t trust yourself to have enough strength in your arms anymore to keep yourself on your hands and knees.
He didn’t test the waters.
There was no need for that.
He slid himself inside of you in one smooth, quick thrust. Yet, you didn’t expect it to feel so intense and you pushed your face into the mattress with a groan as he made you realize just how sensitive you were at this point.
It slowly dawned on you what you’ve been getting yourself truly into. Still, you didn’t regret a thing and you’d be lying if you said you were not enjoying every second of it.
Phainon didn’t wait, didn’t allow himself a moment to feel how your walls clenched around him, welcoming him into your heat and averse to ever letting him go again. He pulled back out almost entirely only to snap his hips forward again, filling you up and pushing you around on the mattress.
A fire simmered deep within your core and whenever his hips met yours, when the slap of skin on skin resonated in your ears it fanned the flames until your body began to burn again.
Everything felt heightened, every thrust inside of you sent tremors and jolts of pleasure through you that set every nerve inside your body alive as if you were being hit by lightning.
There was a desperation in his movements, in the way he held onto your body as he thrust inside of you. As if he tried to ground himself through you, an attempt to hold onto the one thing that kept him from plunging into the darkness that followed him from the distant past and threatened to engulf him the moment he dared to look back.
His rhythm was fast. Sharp and strong thrusts that shook your body inside and outside and had you clawing at the sheets beneath you when every part of you began to tingle from how that wave began to build again.
One of his hands left your waist but when his fingers appeared between your legs and applied pressure to your clit you cried out. He didn’t let you go. Every time he snapped his hips forwards again he flicked your clit, whenever he pulled back he rubbed it.
It became all overwhelming, you were too sensitive, it was too much and yet… your body held onto all the heat and pleasure until the coil snapped.
It stole the breath from your lungs, felt like someone ripped the bones from your body and wrapped you up in cotton. If Phainon didn’t pin you down you were certain you would float from the balcony and up into the clouds.
Not a sound left your lips, but he moaned behind you when you clenched around him, pulling him over the edge alongside you. His thrusts became erratic before they stilled, twitching and spilling himself inside of you, the warmth of his cum filling you up and dripping down your thighs when it became too much for you to keep inside. It made you sigh in the back of your throat.
He pulled out of you and you fell to the side, unable to keep any part of you upright. Your chest was heaving, breath leaving you in gasps as your body twitched and shook in the aftershocks of your third orgasm.
Have you ever felt this boneless? This good and satisfied?
Hands settled on your body, turned you around until you were on your back again and met Phainon’s eyes. Even with your dazed and hazy mind you saw strands of white hair sticking to his face and some of your essence still glistening on his face. He didn’t even bother wiping it off. Something about this was strangely hot, you couldn’t believe it caused a subtle throbbing between your legs.
You whined when he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one of your nips, cupping your breast and kneading the other one. Your hips twitched upwards while your back tried to arch into the bed, as if your body fought itself not knowing if it wanted more or needed it to stop.
But when one hand slid along your skin and dipped between your legs again your hands shot out. Your grip around his wrist was weak, even in your dazed state you realized that, trembling arms and twitching fingers and all. Phainon let go of your chest and leaned over you, his fingers on your chin.
“Not yet,” he said, despite the whispered tone it vaguely sounded like another warning. It was only then that you noticed how the intensity in those blue eyes hasn’t wavered one bit.
He wasn’t done.
A desperate moan left your lips as his breath fanned over your skin and he spread your thighs further apart. You squirmed but let him handle and adjust your position the way he wanted.
You were his. However he wanted, however he needed and you trusted him with your life.
And right now, your body was entirely his.
His face disappeared between your legs and the contact of his tongue on your folds again felt like little needles stabbing your skin and yet, a warmth spread in your lower body, dulling the almost painful sensation until you writhed beneath him.
There was something so debauched but so hot about the realization how he was licking and sucking your mixed fluids, it managed to take your clouded mind away from the almost painful sensations of your overstimulated clit.
You whimpered and pushed your hips upwards into his when you felt him harden against your thigh.
Though when he put your feet over his shoulders, it was entirely up to him to keep your legs in this position for you couldn’t have kept them above the mattress for another moment by yourself. They twitched in his hold, but all of that was forgotten when he sank back home once more.
He had no mercy. No restraint.
He took you at a pace with harsh, rough thrusts that had you squirming and crying out, sounds and unintelligible words spilling from your mouth that didn’t even register within your own mind.
Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes when he placed one hand on your lower body, his thumb rubbing your clit. It was too much, too intense and yet, the heat and pleasure didn’t recede, they collided with the pain from the overstimulation until it all kept building further and further.
When your orgasm hit you were crying, tears streaming down your face.
He didn’t stop. He kept his hands and mouth on your body until he came again. Inside of you, then across your stomach and he refused to give you a break. Phainon pushed you over the edge with him every single time, even when you squirmed and pleaded with a hoarse voice for him to give you a break.
You didn’t want him to stop. Not before he’s had his fill, not before he’s found his release - physically and emotionally - but with your heart threatening to burst from your chest, your lungs refusing to let you breathe properly, a part of you attempted to make him stop on instinct.
You didn’t even know you could come so many times, even you and Phainon had never gone beyond a second round before, but with how every movement began to hurt, you weren’t sure if you needed nor wanted sessions like this regularly.
Though, this was not what any of this was about.
This was about him. For him.
He needed this.
Phainon pulled at least one or two more orgasms out of you, you got too dazed and exhausted to notice, let alone remember. Needles pricked your skin with every flick of his tongue, every push of his fingers, even the sheets beneath your body felt rough, irritating your skin while feeling strangely numb at the same time.
Eventually, you found yourself on your back again with Phainon between your legs, a spot he’s barely left since you started all this.
You whined and squirmed, tried to get out of his grasp but he pushed you back down, kept you in place with his hands on your hips and stomach. Your hands shook when you reached out for him, your fingers finding his hair. However, your weak attempt to pull his head away felt more like you patting his hair than anything.
“Phainon, I… I can’t. It hu- hurts.” Your voice slurred, barely coherent at this point and yet, your lower body twitched upwards when he slipped his fingers inside of you over and over again.
“One more, love, one more for me…” He sounded so desperate, so needy…
You lowered your hands, let them fall to your sides without saying another word. How could you not when he sounded like this?
You made a decision - a promise - and you were keeping your word.
If he tore you to pieces you trusted him he would put you back together again. It’s what he’s been doing this entire time.
Your climax hit you weaker than before but it hurt, more painful than pleasurable and yet, it made you feel like you floated, wrapped in cotton while countless needles stabbed you from the inside out as it mixed with a wave of heat and pleasure.
It left you numb and dazed and you were certain you blacked out for a moment because when you opened your eyes again, Phainon was above you, his eyes closed, his forehead against yours, trembling and panting. The warmth between your legs was faint, but it wasn’t there moments ago.
You couldn’t move.
You barely felt anything. When he pulled out of you again it didn’t register with you, your body numb, exhausted, weak.
He pressed his face into your hair and for a moment held onto you for dear life before his figure moved above and around you.
It all passed you by in a blur. Did he leave the bed? Was he just changing his position? You stared at the ceiling of the room with a blurred vision, unable to wipe the tears away. You’ve never felt like this before.
Numb and exhausted but so… relieved. So content.
A sudden, but very pleasant warmth on your stomach pulled you out of your dazed state. It made you sigh, but you were still too weak and exhausted to even lift your head to see what was happening.
The warmth traveled over your thighs and when Phainon appeared in your field of vision you realized that it was a towel, soaked in warm water, that he slid along your body. You wanted to say something, thank him, ask him how he felt but aside from a meek whimper nothing came out.
Still, maybe you imagined it with the haze inside your head but you thought you saw a gentle upwards curve on his lips.
You let Phainon clean you up. Slow and gentle movements and without any pressure that even the numbness began to cease, though his consideration for your sensitive skin made something swell inside your chest.
When he was done the mattress dipped close to your head as he climbed into bed again. Hands slid beneath your body and lifted you up until you were sitting in an upright position in front of him, but you slumped against him with a small whine almost instantly, no strength left in your body to allow you to sit without help.
“I got you,” he whispered, his voice just as breathless as yours. You made a sound in the back of your throat as words still failed you.
Phainon kept one arm around your body, steadying you against his chest, before something cool pressed against your lips. It took you a while to realize it was water and you gulped it down greedily, as if you spent days in the desert without it. All the while Phainon kept his face pressed against your hair, inhaling your scent and making sure you were taken care of.
If you had been a bit more coherent his care probably would’ve made you sob.
He put the empty water bottle away before carefully lowering you back onto the bed. You sighed when the fabrics didn’t feel like needles upon your skin anymore.
Phainon left the bed again and even though you wanted to reach out to keep him close you held back when he didn’t leave your sight. With careful motions he pulled the dirty and stained sheets from beneath you, only for him to cover you in new and multiple thin sheets and blankets afterwards.
Still, the minutes felt endless, even though he was still there. Just not close enough. Something in your heart and soul just craved him to be close again now that the moment was over, to hold you, to let you know that he was alright, that you both were alright. You needed to know if he was alright, you needed-
There was a burning behind your eyelids, sudden and unexpected, but before any tears could fall and any sob could leave your lips, he pulled you back into his arms.
Phainon laid down in bed and pulled you on top of him, tucking your head on his chest and beneath his chin, his arms around you, keeping you as close as he could and allowing his warmth to seep into every pore of your body.
“I got you,” he said again and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Weak as you still were you brought up one arm to wrap it around his upper body, it was all you could manage in your exhaustion.
“I got you,” he kept repeating it, whispered it into your hair, while never allowing you to slip from his grasp and let his heartbeat beneath your ear slowly lull you to sleep.
“Please forgive me… please.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” you repeated your words from before you started this, your voice still small and breathless but he caught it nonetheless. “I love you, my dear hero.”
You smiled, maybe he could even feel it with how your lips brushed against his bare chest as you spoke. “I hope you’re feeling better.”
His grip on your body tightened for a moment as if he tried to pull you even closer, merge not only your bodies but your hearts and souls and it gave you a more truthful answer than any spoken words ever could’ve achieved.
His whispered “I love you more, my light” washed over you like a blanket, that engulfed you and made you feel safe and warm.
So warm and so secure.
Nothing could reach you here. Not the past, not the shadows from today and not the future.
Tenderness under the cover of darkness of a creepy cemetery
tw, tags: porn with some plot, smut, rough s!x, a bit of non con(?) , s!x at the wall, oral s!x (f! receive) , Kyryll is quite rough, nicknames in Russian (meanings will be given below) , reader is identified as Capitano's daughter, this is my first public fic don't judge please, i love him sm, i hope i will write more when he will come out
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In fact, you had no idea how you ended up here...
You had been planning your trip to Nod Krai since the beginning of your last stay in Natlan, in search of Snezhnaya.
Capitano sent you there as his dearly beloved daughter. You promised yourself to be safe, as he told you as his last wish before he went to rest, protecting Natlan.
But it seems you didn't even notice how you fell into the clutches of danger even before you went beyond the beginning of the Nod Krai.
It's dark, cold and strange here after such a warm region as Natlan, maybe it was worth staying there...
You turned around, wanting to understand the scale of the path you had to go through, but almost nothing was visible, since you were lost and lost in time, thick fog and the cold to the point of goosebumps penetrated you, plunging into the eerie atmosphere of this region.
- Is there... anyone here? Please help me, I'm lost...
Yours the cloak was turning behind you, it seemed like it was the only noise around, because even your scream turned into a simple ringing in the ears that did not give you peace, perhaps no one would hear you...
But it was too late to go back, the fog was too thick... It seemed as if restless souls had risen to haunt you. It was creepy. But a huge lighthouse, glowing with a fading light, gives hope for salvation.
Before you felt a distinct blow to your head, falling bloody onto the coldest tiles with a scream that seemed like it could be heard a mile away.You woke up in someone's arms, lying with your head on the tiles, opening your eyes, groaning in pain, but in your soon sobering consciousness, you saw a rather attractive face of a young man, who irritated you with his flashlight, literally poking it in your face and drilling you with a creepy look with his lifeless eyes
— ... Who are you?... You are clearly not from here...
As soon as you heard his voice, you had the slightest hope of salvation, although his look did not inspire much joy.
- I... *name* ... you saved me, right? Thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank yo-
— Tss, ...I don't need your gratitude. just come on, I'll take you somewhere where you can get better before you explain to me why you came here.
He seemed rude, from his appearance to the way he emphasized while speaking, it seemed so irritating. but before you felt his slightly warm gloved hands lifting you from the stone, pulling you by the shoulders to his shoulder
- Come with me, потеряшка*¹
You looked at him in surprise, stunned by his slightly softening actions
All the way to the lighthouse you looked at him, while he looked at the path with a seemingly lifeless gaze, dragging you along with him.
- Come on, come in.
He led you in, locking the door, allowing you to look around. It was quite warm here, but the eerie atmosphere was oppressive due to the dark walls and crossbows and spears hanging on the walls, which aroused interest in his activities.
— You live here ? It's pretty gloomy here, aren't you scared?
He didn't hear the question as he walked into the kitchen, it was unclear what he was going to do, but you prayed that he wasn't trying to shoot you or something.
But he came with two cups in his hands, smoke was coming out of the cups, it looked like it was tea. He seriously made you tea.
- Sit down, this is not an exhibition where you need to look at everything in great detail.
You looked at him appraisingly, surprised by his composure. He also sat down on the sofa, upholstered in dark satin that felt good on his skin. He put down his mug of tea, looking at the wall. The silence was broken by his sudden question.
— So... Why did you end up here? I don't remember such splay-legged strangers ever ending up here.
— It's none of your business, are you my father to give me such nicknames?
He clicked his tongue, closing his eyes in displeasure, and at that time you looked at him with interest, tilting your head, finally wanting to know more about him.
Suddenly he stood up, leaving somewhere, and you didn’t want to miss the moment to look at everything that had previously raised questions about his activities, until you felt something warm lay on top of your shoulders. It was his coat, and his hands were on your shoulders.
- My name is Кирилл Чудомирович*², but you can call me Flins.
You blushed, feeling his breath in your ear, he was so close that from touching your shoulders a herd of goosebumps went down your back, which he completely covered with his vast body, creating noticeable difference in your height.
- Flins... I wanted to ask, what are these dangerous devices that you hung on the wall? Are you into hunting?
You felt him start to stroke your shoulders, turned your head towards him, and you caught his intense, seemingly lifeless gaze.
- Do you really want to know about this, милашка*³ ?
You looked at him again, examining him carefully, looking at his lips. He caught your gaze, raising one eyebrow, it seemed you understood each other, and words were not needed.
You moved closer to him, he reached out in response, touching your lips with his, leaving a gentle kiss. He looked at you again, breaking away, kissing you deeper, until your mouths became one, your breath was cut to his, his heartbeat increased. It seemed that your accidentally escaped moan caused a bestial desire in him.
Suddenly you were roughly pushed against the wall, causing you to sob softly.
— Flins...
You moaned until he didn't hesitate, he started kissing your neck, smacking your earlobe, biting.
- W-wait...
—Shut up, we'll talk later, let me take care of you. hands on the wall, quick.
You didn't argue with him about his request and decided to submit, because you couldn't deny your obvious excitement from everything that was happening.
He grabbed your waist with his cold gloves, making you shiver, suddenly making you arch your back, your crotch pressed against his, feeling big the bulge in his pants. until he started covering your neck with wet kisses, his smacking sounds caused a pleasant chill through your body, creating incredible sensations.
He reached your tailbone, leaving one last wet kiss before hooking his hands into your shorts, starting to pull them down along with your panties.
— Raise your legs.
You obeyed him, because your mind could not think of anything except the pleasure that was coming. He took off your panties, kneeling behind you, spreading your legs, breathing into you, making you shake.
— I haven't even started yet and you're already whining, дура*⁴ , I will eat you up
You felt his tongue on his folds, it seemed that he wanted to destroy you completely, he accelerated, starting to caress your lips at the same time, suddenly, he stopped, but not for long.Before he could pull away, he picked up the pace, suddenly inserting his tongue into your hole, and his nose poked into your sensitive clit.
You squirmed, whined, begged him to stop, but he didn't seem to care. He held you in place, not giving you a chance to escape. But at one point he stopped, standing up.
You didn't even have time to recover from the orgasm, as soon as you heard the jingle of a belt and the sound of a fly being unzipped behind you.
— W-wait...
But you barely had time to make any sound, he penetrated, immediately came out, and at the same moment with all his strength penetrated you, forcing you to make a loud moan.You could only moan helplessly and scratch at the wall in front of you as he set a relentless, rough, and inhumane pace. It was too harsh, too rough. He didn't even ask how you were feeling. But you didn't care. It was so good...
The idea of fucking a man you'd known for about an hour was definitely not the best idea, but your befuddled mind was too busy with the pleasure it was giving you.
- Kirill, Kirill!
With each thrust he drove in harder, fucking all the common sense out of you, you moaned, screamed his name, he was soulless. He entered as if you were worthless. He didn't hear the moans, the room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans, and squelching sounds of penetration Your bodies merged together, you heard him moan, it excited you even more. You felt so good, he made you feel so good.
- Fuck, so tight, милашка.
He kissed your ear before picking up the pace even faster. Since you were exhausted, he helped you move your hips in time with his movements as you melted into bliss on the wall, melting like ice. Until you felt his thrusts slow down, he began to moan more and more, feeding your ears with beautiful sounds.
- Я кончу в тебя*⁵
You didn't understand anything he said, but you knew it was good. You started to feel another orgasm, continuing to scratch the wall and call his name, you turned your head over your shoulder,revealing his handsome, breathless face, eyes shining like never before, mouth opening in obscene sounds, he leaned against your back, giving the final push, spilling into your warm womb.
He turned you towards him, hugging you and kissing your neck, while you looked at him as if he was the last ray of light from your impenetrable darkness in life, after the death of your father.
— Kyryll...please do not leave me ... i love you..
— I know. Princess, after this, I will not let you go. I will be everywhere to save you from the all-consuming abyss, and I will not give you into their clutches. but you have to promise me ,that you will stay with me. Я тоже люблю тебя, дурочка моя*⁶
He tucked your hair behind your ear, leaving a soft, gentle, and sensual kiss on your forehead, placing his large hand on your much smaller one. You both knew that in the morning you would be able to admire the stars until they showed you the way to each other's hearts. Capitano would be proud that his daughter had found someone who could protect her.
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1 - потеряшка - lost thing.
2 - Кирилл Чудомирович - Kyryll Chudomirovich.
3 - милашка - cutie.
4 - дура - fool.
5 - я кончу в тебя - I ll cum inside you
6 - я тоже люблю тебя, дурочка моя - i love you too, my foolish girlie
What is with the constant fetishisation of rape and SA on this app and in fan fiction?? I get people have their kinks n shit but rape??? Really???
Not only that but the amount of pedophilia and incest is insane😟
I try not to be judgemental but I don’t get why you would want to read about yourself or someone else being SA how does that not make you uncomfortable and normalising shit like that is so not okay. It is not romance. It is not dark romance. It’s abuse and it’s gross.
I get that people are into different things and that you can’t control what you like most of the time but the normalisation of this stuff is crazy and so damaging especially to minors and victims.
I get CNC like atleast there’s consent in that but straight up violent rape fiction is weird and scary.
Anyway thanks for reading my lil rant!! love you all, stay happy and safe MWAH 💋
bro. can people stop with the inc3st/r@pe reader x character fan fictions? you guys are genuinely gross. I don't want to know your damn intrusive thoughts 💀 "its so gross irl" then why write it?? are you stupid? if you think its gross then why do you write it down..i have blocked SO MANY people because they add something stupid shit like "dad!jing yuan x daughter reader" and its fuckin r@pe too. kys bro. you're psycho and insane. she ALSO makes those fan fictions to satisfy those same feelings for her blood relative brother. IRL!!! so its NOT just purely fiction either.
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