blessed by mother nature

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⊹ I'M GLAD THE UNIVERSE LET ME MEET YOU⊹

Psst! I heard there's a writer wandering this forest! Legends say her name is Fia (she/her), and that she's been around this place for 18 years, but all are just rumours... she answers to CHOSO'S HEART-HAUNTER & PHAINON'S LOVE BOUND CONFIDANT

If you're still curious, you may find her story deeper within..

Beware! These parts are precarious... If you're not 18+, do not interact with these posts!

But now that you've heeded my warnings...

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A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

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Clearing endgame content again

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A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[enden-k]

what can i say......i like squishing his face 🙂‍↕️ we should squish him more

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I'm pretty sure this is what heaven looks like

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A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[sodium-fia]

A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[sodium-fia]

A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[sodium-fia]

A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[sodium-fia]

A good investment

Mirror sex with Phainon who just can't look away!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, cervix stimulation, overstimulation, creampie, begging, forced eye contact, biting/marking, unprotected sex, nipple play. WC: 1069

Nobody had ever fucked you quite like Phainon did. 

In the comfort of your own, sweet home, in the restaurant bathroom or at last night’s party, you better be sure one round isn’t enough for him. But could you really blame him? You couldn’t exactly judge him for loving you longer than your stamina could hold out. Or for wanting you best when you were splayed in front of the mirror like that. 

And you should’ve known he bought it for another reason in mind. You should’ve seen through the puppy eyes, the begging, the cuddling and then the restaurant date. But you didn’t. And now, well…

Sat in his lap, hand on your hip he lifted you up and down on his dick like you weighed nothing, your weak, pleading form trembling when your eyes caught the scene in the mirror which was every time, with how Phainon kept his other hand glued square on your jaw, forcing you to look.

“Spread your legs s’more,” he coos, voice warm and breathy against the crook of your neck, heavy lidded eyes glued on your reflection. He just loved having you like this. Chest heaving slow and hard, overwhelmed by the vicious smell of liquids and of your perfume– he didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself back. 

"I can't–" The word breaks as his teeth sink into your skin, marking you, just as he did on the inside. His cock pounds into that sweet, sweet spot, every smack against your slick folds turning your head into mush. "Too big– Phai, it's too–"

“But you’ve taken me so many times, princess.” He pouts, licking the salty tears off your cheeks with gusto. “Is it the mirror making you shy?” He teased, pushing his weeping head deeper into your hole, a soft groan escaping him and sinking into your sensitive skin. 

You tried to gaze away– overwhelmed by your obscene reflection but Phainon tightened his grasp around your jaw, raising his hips once, hard, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp for air, bullying it over and over until his girth literally made your lungs burn. 

“Please, princess, look–” He muttered, that needy undertone translating into every one of his despicable, ripping thrusts, revering you with kisses, “How beautiful you are taking my dick–” He says it against your throat. The blush staining his skin red has trailed all the way down his collarbone now. "How perfect you look when I'm fucking you."

Then a pause. His hips slow– just enough to make you whine.

"Won't you do it for me?"

The words die in your throat. He’s fucking you– filing you to the brim so despicably, loud, lustful moans replacing them instead, your eyes watching how your back arches into him, the way your hips traitorously stutter down instead of up when he tries to pull out, needy for every inch of him inside you.

And you can’t stop yourself from spreading your legs further.

He’s mesmerized at the sight of you, pounding, every aching shove driven by all his strength, feasting on the hypnotizing view in the mirror, your gushing liquids that covered your shimmering, wet entrance, oozing down the dragging length of his cock so prettily he could cry.

Through lewd, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls you could only focus on his roaming gaze, on how his eyes fluttered when you clenched around him, drinking you in completely, and utterly lovestruck. 

And then something shifts.

His grip on your jaw falters. His hand falls, trembling, and instead of forcing you to watch, he presses it against the other side of your waist, holding you in place as he keeps pounding, reaching further with your legs spread now while his head drops into the curve of your neck. The warm droplets of sweat slide down his Adam's apple, heaving desperately, slowly, completely different from the rabid pace of his hips, barely making a sound anymore.

And the smooth curve of his smile feels divine against your skin. 

“Phai–!” You manage, and he’s already chuckling, not even trying to hold himself up anymore. His breathing is as shaky as his shaft inside, ramming into you, pulling hopeless, incoherent babbles out of you, his name above all. You feel him everywhere– overtaking and fucking you senseless until all there is left is how he’s molding your insides, how he feels against you. 

And his gaze returns to the mirror. 

“S’not enough,” He says, voice barely above a whisper, looking at the reflection of you– eyes glassy, hands buried in the sheets, hoisting every breath you can barely catch. “So wrecked f’ me.” 

“M’ close– I–” You plead, frantically, all red from how his gaze shamelessly roams over you. “Phai–!”

“So sensitive, ” His large hand slides up your waist, feeling every curve and cupping your tits. A breathless, wrecked laugh spills from him, hot against your ear. "And so fucking pretty.”

His thumb finds your nipple, rolling it with a purposeful, cruel slowness that has your hips jerking. “Do you look at me in the mirror too?” He asks, and your gaze languidly shifts to Phainon, barely able to form a thought anymore. 

And that was genuinely the last straw.

He’s flushed to the base of his shaft, big arms flexing every time he brings you up on his dick with an ease that felt unfair against your struggling. Hot and fucked out, so so unfairly handsome, eyes fixed on how you’re looking him at that moment, breath coming in uneven gasps that stutter every time you clench around him, gaze hazy with pleasure every time he hits that spot that makes you squirm over him. You watch his hips stutter, watch his jaw go slack, watch the way he's barely holding himself together. 

He came at the same time you did, his hands sliding down to your ass, lifting you off his cock, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as the tip exploded with hot threads of sticky white. You moaned, liquids mixing with his, pooling at the base and dripping down onto his thighs, obscenely overstimulated as the pleasure rounded every inch of your body.

“I think it was a good investment.” Phainon smiles against your skin, kissing your cheek. You sigh, feigning annoyance but can’t fight the smile pulling at your lips. 

“As long as it’s not the last time we use it.” 

@sundered-star here it is, hope you like it... This was supposed to come out last week but I got admitted to the hospital ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources art by Haemagong

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3

[sodium-fia]

One way to relax!

Masseur Phainon that helps you with that knot in your back... and the one in your stomach!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, praise kink, pet names, f!fingering, accidental orgasm, size kink, cervix stimulation, multiple female orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, begging, soft dom/sub undertones (puppy dynamic), unprotected sex, post-sex intimacy, WC: 2260

You had never believed in the supposed healing power of massages. The idea that someone rubbing who knows what oils onto your naked body would somehow magically relieve you of months worth of shoulder pain just sounded like a fever dream– someplace up there with crystal healing and colonics. 

But you weren’t sure when it started– it crept upon you slowly, little by little, until you realized you were waking up tense and hurt every day, barely able to hold your head up, barely able to sit in your chair at work. Your doctor just told you that you needed to rest, but how could you afford to take a day off? Let alone the recommended week off?

Well, I can recommend a masseur if you want, you almost rolled your eyes… We appoint him to our trauma recovering patients… He’s practically a doctor, here– 

She handed you the number before you could even say no thank you. A small white card with clean black lettering: Phainon, clinical massage therapist. Nothing more. 

You stared at it for days. The chronic pain just wouldn’t go away, and your mental state was getting worse and worse because of it– sleepless nights and exhausting days, snapping at people all the time and your work was suffering because of it too. 

And every time you slammed shut the apartment door your gaze flickered to that stupid little card next to your key holder. 

“Hello?” You muttered, pushing open the door slowly. It was dim and warm, sweat immediately sticking to your skin, even as you only wore a towel. 

…And you grabbed it before you could talk yourself out of it. 

“Hi, pretty.” He smiles, and suddenly the room is brighter than 100 suns. “I read your medical record before you came in, it all seems stress induced so don’t worry.” 

You stood, frozen in the doorway. Your shoulders didn’t hurt. Your back didn’t hurt. Actually, you couldn’t feel anything except the heat rising through your body and your heart suddenly beating a lot quicker than it should. 

“Are you… going to sit down?” He raised an eyebrow and you mumbled something incoherent, settling on the soft massage bed. The towel which lay vaguely on your shoulders was sliding off, the fabric rugged against your skin, and yet you found yourself unable to take it off. 

“Ah…” He sighed, running a hand through his impossibly soft looking locks, a slight blush settling on his skin. “I understand you might be uncomfortable with me being here. If you wish, I can call in a wo–”

“No–!” You said, and you felt your face ignite. “I mean– you’re what was recommended to me, and I really am desperate to get rid of this pain…”

Phainon blinked a few times, then his lips curled into a smile. “Alright.” Then he took a step forward, hand pressing against the bed next to you. “I’ll be gentle, so don’t worry.” 

Fucking hell.

You timidly took off the towel, not bearing to look at him, and lay down on the soft bed, cushion sinking under your weight. Suddenly, the pain that you had forgotten seemed to have come back, tighter than before. 

“I’m going to start now.” He said. “Tell me where it hurts.”

You nodded, shifting under him. His large, smooth palms came down, circling your waist first. The heat of them sunk into your body as he pressed slow, hard circles on your aching skin. Then, his long, soft fingers ran lines from your plush skin to the small of your back, following the curve of your body, every stroke making you gasp quietly beneath him, fingers spreading wide to cover as much as possible as he climbed up. 

And every time he pressed down, every time you felt him lean over you, his chest nearly brushing your back, his exhale soft and warm against your skin– you felt something cower inside. 

He came up slowly, your body surrendering more and more after each passing moment bowed under his large frame, under his continuing touch. And when he finally grasped at the knot in your back, your entire body arched from the pleasure– soft sounds escaping your lips involuntarily. 

“Is this alright?” He whispered, hot breath against the shell of your ear, and you nodded softly, no strength to muster anything else out. Phainon chuckled, a sound vibrating from his chest straight into yours, coursing through your entire body. He was touching you like your soft skin was malleable, every touch molding around your trembling curves, and you swore, he hesitated to pull his hands off every time.

“Oh–” You breathed, hands catching the edge of the table. And he didn’t stop. His thumb circled the knot again, slower this time, and another sound punched out of you– higher, needier, and you couldn't have stopped it even if you tried.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” Your face burned against the headrest, calming heat of the candle underneath only riling you up even more. Your body was completely beyond your control– and you felt his other hand slide down to brace against your hips–steadying you, holding you in place as you trembled beneath him.

“Feels good, right?” He muttered, his voice settling deep in your stomach, just above where his soft hands made you drunk with pleasure and pain. “I swear, can’t take my hands off of you when I see you like this.” 

“S’ good–” You whimpered, voice sluggish, slurring the words. Your brain felt foggy, disconnected from your body. “Just so–”

And right there you felt something come over you– burning and so, so good filling you to the brim with pleasure, quivering and gushing under his burning touch that made you even more sensitive… Then you realized, mortified–

“Did you just…” 

“Don’t!” You bolted to your knees, covering his mouth, palm pressed flat against his lips, rendering you completely, vulnerably naked in the process–your chest bare, your thighs exposed, nothing but the crumpled sheet between you and the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. The flush washed over you in seconds, and Phainon’s eyes wrinkled at the edges, his hand which had just made you cum rising and settling over yours.

“No need to be ashamed.” He said– muffled against your hand, the curve of his smile  just  heavenly against your palm and his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you away, his other hand reaching for a towel, handing it to you so you could cover yourself. “I felt really good touching you too.” 

Oh. 

You just couldn't help but glance down. The thin fabric of his pants did nothing to hide the effect you'd had on him. The outline was sure as hell there– heavy and straining. Your face burned hotter. 

“And I can even touch you in other places,” he whispered, “I can make you feel even better.” 

He looked you in the eyes, flushed and smiling and so. Fucking. Handsome, his gaze hopeful, almost vulnerable, warm and messy, hair cascading over his eyes, strong arms trembling and hesitant to touch you even now…

“If you want to, I mean.” He added softly.

And the next second, your lips were on his. 

The fact that you were already naked made things a lot easier to begin. His hands came over you, cupping your tits– the towel falling somewhere between you two– while his tongue slid inside, drinking every moan, every whimper that his touch brought. His palms were warm, still slick with oil and a smell that made you dizzily press your hips forward, searching for friction you weren’t getting yet.

“Mmph– Phainon–” You whimpered against his lips and he smiled, hand still fondling at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard and aching. Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, placing you back on the soft bed, so fucking easily– bracing himself just besides your head. 

His fingers trailed down your stomach, light and feathery, making you squirm and whine under the lack of contact.

“S’ beautiful,” He murmured, while his hands found the heat between your thighs, slick and pooling on your plush skin, fingers teasing to your clit. “All this from just my hands?” You arched towards him in confirmation, the cocky smile it bred sending a shiver through your body.

“Please–” You begged, the strain against his skin making you aimlessly pull at his waistband, fingers desperately sliding under his pants, but never far enough. "Phai–" The nickname slipped out before you could stop it and his breath hitched– a sudden, vicious jerk of his dick against your skin tearing the moans out of you. "Please, just want you inside–"

The flush spread from his ears down to his neck (and below), looking at you with those half lidded, doting eyes, just drinking in the sight of you splayed down beneath him, crazed on the pleasure. His hand reached at his pants, sliding his long fingers around your wrist, guiding you to his twitching, aching shaft. 

Gasping, you helped it out, but it mostly sprang out by itself. 10 good inches splayed against your entrance, eager to fuck your folds, smooth out your walls like he did with his hands– his pink, sensitive tip running tainted with precum, and every time your fingers brushed against his length, he twitched– a desperate, involuntary jerk that made his eyes flutter shut.

“Mmh–” He murmured, completely red and ruined under his soft locks of hair, fucked out,  adoring gaze never leaving you. “You know,” he breathed, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. “You're not half bad at  ‘massages’ either.” 

You laughed, a breathless, desperate sound as he positioned himself bluntly at your entrance.

“But you did pay a professional.” 

Then he sunk in, swiftly,

And all at once. 

“t’ big–!” You screamed and–oh, and he sure as hell was. The stretch was immediate, overwhelming– his length kissing your walls with ease, veins extending to every nerve inside your gummy walls and spherical tip kissing the very tippy-top of your pussy, and he never did stop circling your clit, did he?

Large hand so delicate against that bundle of nerves, you weren’t sure where to focus when he started rolling into you, deep and unhurried, just enjoying the moment– he had to make the most of the hour you had bought, after all.

“Your pussy’s swallowing me whole–” He groaned softly, every lick, every punishing drag making you yelp at the emptiness, clenching around nothing until his girth came crashing back inside “So stressed out,” he murmured, and his free hand came to grip your jaw, tilting your face down so you had to watch where his dick ravaged your insides. “gotta help you with the knots in here too, hm?”

“Fuck– Yes, please Phai–” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him fuck that same deep, patient rhythm into you, drilling every clump of tension out. “Ngh– Need your dick to be satisfied–!”

And that pulled an eager laugh out of him, angling his hips higher, sloppily, your liquids making it so easy to slush around, to hit your cervix with every pound, the curve of his dick pounding in angles you hadn’t known existed, all under the devoted gaze of your masseur.  

“Yeah? Only my dick?” He asks, and it was like he was fucking your pressure points through your pussy, your mind becoming a jumbled mess, bobbing your head up and down desperately, moaning and drooling and your eyes rolling back, blindly grabbing at every defined muscle on his back until you felt that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly, tighter than before, ravaged by his length now. 

“S’ good, so–!” you couldn’t even string a sentence together, another remarkably violating pound rearranging your insides.

“You close, pretty?” He breathes, and you can finally start to feel the strain on him, that careful composure finally cracking with his dick twitching inside you. “Wanna feel you come around me first. Can you do that for me?”

You nod frantically as his forehead drops to yours, sweat-slick and burning, and he's watching you with those impossibly soft eyes even as he fucks you deeper, harder, slacking your whole with every drag, swallowing him up so greedily, thighs quivering up and down until–

The wave crashes over you mid-thrust, and he doesn't stop. Keeps moving inside you through every pulse, every clench, riding out your climax until you're trembling and gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Clenching around me so good– fuck–” He breathes, large chest heaving, flush against you, focus running thin. “Wanna cum too, wanna–”

You pull him down by the back of his neck, kiss him sloppy and open-mouthed, and wrap your legs around his waist. “Inside,” you manage against his lips. “Want it inside.”

You were definitely his favorite client.

He comes in thick, hot ropes buried inside and forming that creamy white ring at the base, overspilling and so divine– his weight pinning you to the table, warm and grounding, and his breathing slowly evens out against your skin. You lay there, looking up at him. 

The knot in your back disappeared.

“So,” he says, voice muffled against your throat. “When should I schedule you for a follow-up?”

You laugh, weak and watery and thrilled.

Likes and reblogs are really really appreciated <3 also coms and chatbox are open!

dividers by @cafekitsune and @omi-resources

[sodium-fia]

Am I a good boy?

Phainon who just wants a reward for all his hard work!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, service top dynamic, vaginal sex, overstimulation, begging, orgasm denial, creampie, clit stimulation, soft dom/sub undertones (PUPPY DYNAMIC OML), tears, possessive language, pet names. WC: 2115

Phainon’s a loverboy through acts of service.

Strong arms carrying all your bags, he won’t even let you think about lifting a finger when he’s around, listening to you ramble about your day, holiday plans and the last book you read all while he’s the happiest man on earth. 

He opens the car door for you, pulls your chair to sit, and pays for dinner… Not because it’s what he should be doing but because he genuinely loves you so much he can’t imagine any other alternative. 

And when you get home, while he’s thrilled to be doing all these things for you, Phainon is a puppy at heart.

He wants a reward for all his hard work.

“You’re doing so great, love” he teases, voice all warm and breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued square on how your breasts are bouncing over him. His thumbs are pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper. 

You were riding his dick like a trampoline, slow, messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a soft, broken sound from your lips. He holds his hands to your plush skin, one hand to keep you stable on top of his eager cock, the other helping you just a teensy tiny bit when your pace starts to falter, when he feels you aren’t rewarding him well enough for everything he’s done for you.

His hands steady your hips, keeping the maddening rhythm up, your palms pressed for support against his large, sculpted chest that just looked so incredible under your springing. His mouth muttering inconsistent babbles, maddened by the sounds of your dulcet voice and the soft, slick, disgusting squelching of you still grinding against him, unable to stop. 

Phainon watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, listening to your pleas, that you needed to stop, that his cock hurt you too bad, and that lovesick expression never leaves his face. His chest rises and falls beneath your palms, heart hammering against his ribs, only thinking of how beautiful you are. 

"Hm?"

"Did I do great today too?" He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging so fast and cute, waiting for the praise he’s absolutely sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair covering his heavy lidded, lovesick eyes.

And when you fail to answer quick enough, he pouts, hips rolling up lazily into yours, just once, testing.

“Yes!” You yelp, bracing your hands while his cock literally was rearranging your insides, and thrilled to do so– somehow hardening beyond a length you had already thought impossible.  Your hips slowed to a sloppy, lazy grind, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Yes– so great Phai–!”

His whole face softens. That lovesick expression melts into something almost vulnerable, milking the praise like your pussy was milking his cock, crazed on the pleasure.

"Yeah?" he breathes. “Was I a good boy?”

“Y–yes,” You stutter, as his hips roll up again, slower this time, and your arms give up, falling face first on his chest, moans leaving your lips desperately. “The best boy– Fuck!” He smiled, drunkenly, your ass coming down on his thickness while your head is nestled into the crook of his head, tears sticking to his skin. 

“And are you happy?” His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you further in. The smell of him– warm, bright, loving– it blanketed all your senses, all your thoughts, until there’s nothing left but a desperate, primal need to keep. Fucking. Moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, over all its thickness and its slight curve that hits so deep inside you.  Bring it down, let it fill you, give him his reward. “Is my dick good for you?” 

He asked, one hand detaching from your waist and shyly making its way to your pulsing entrance, your folds so sensitive you bite into him for support– his fingers tickling your clit with a big, bright smile. 

“Oh–! Yes, Phai, yes!” You scream, voice muffled in his damp skin, sending vibrations through his whole body, down to his throbbing length. “You’re perfect, so– mmmh– perfect!”

God… You were so good to him, so willing to praise him, to love him– the vicious sounds coming from where you rode him so nicely, desperate, raspy moans every time you sunk down on him and every wave of pleasure washing through his submissiveness– oh, he wishes he could stay like this forever.

And a swell of desire builds up inside.

His hips start rolling up into you, lazy, deep, unhurried– and he watches your face crumple with pleasure and confusion. He watches your entire body squirm above him, the way your breasts press just so beautifully against his chest, so round and alluring, watches your lips parting into an ‘o’, like it’s too much for you. 

And you feel him twitch inside. 

“Phai–!” You yelp, barely able to keep the rhythm up. You were so close, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t let you slow down, no, not when he was throbbing and yearning for you so badly. “S’ close– I need…” 

“But this is my reward, remember?” He pouts, his hips coming to a stop. And with no more support, your bouncing ass comes to a halt, tearing a desperate moan out of you.

“No! Please Phai’–” you try, but he only shakes his head.

“You only cum after I do, ‘kay?” He asked, but it felt more like an order. “Didn’t I treat you so nice today to at least deserve this?” The disappointment and sadness was so clear on his face it actually tugged at your heartstrings a bit. Your release was close, so close, but…

“Alright–”

And his hips rut into your pussy violently, pounding into your cervix, a deep smile tugging at his lips in an instant. His hands suddenly grab your ass, hauling you up and down– and you sat there, taking it– moaning like you were in heat, desperate to come, but he wouldn’t let you. 

Breaking the rhythm, slowing down, almost no cadence– then suddenly going so fucking fast it sent lightning through every nerve inside your folds, your pussy couldn’t get used to how his errection bullied you. 

And his dick was twitching inside like it had a mind of its own, so close, every time it hit your core aching, trembling even more. 

And with your breath was coming in broken little gasps against the shell of his ear, tears gleaming on your lashes while he stuffed you to the brim, while he felt so perfect, there, inside… 

He came, thick, nasty ropes of white cum painting your walls, raw and pleading for you– and the second you felt his delicious liquids the knot inside you snapped, thighs shaking and teeth sinking everywhere they caught skin, while he kept raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.

You lay there over him. Breathless and sensitive and tired… you finally raised your spinning head, kissing his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks, not sure if it was to apologize or to thank him. 

And he only slid his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace, lips brushing against your ear…

“Good girl.”

Phainon’s a loverboy through acts of service.

Strong arms carrying all your bags—he won't even let you think about lifting a finger when he's around. He listens to you ramble about your day, your holiday plans, the last book you read, all while looking like the happiest man on earth. Opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, pays for dinner. Not because he should, but because he loves you so much he can't imagine any other way.

And when you get home, after all that? Phainon is a puppy at heart.

He wants a reward.

"You're doing so great, love."

His voice is warm, breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued to how your breasts bounce over him. Thumbs pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper.

You're riding him slow and messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a broken little sound from your lips. One hand steadies your hip. The other helps when your pace starts to falter—when he feels you aren't rewarding him well enough for everything he's done. His palms guide you, keep that maddening rhythm going. Your palms press flat against his massive, sculpted chest, and his mouth babbles incoherent praises, drunk on the slick, filthy sound of you grinding down on him.

Phainon watches through heavy-lidded eyes while you plead—that you need to stop, that he's too deep, that it hurts. That lovesick expression never leaves his face. His heart hammers beneath your palms.

"Did I do great today too?"

He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging, waiting for the praise he's sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair falling over his eyes.

When you don't answer fast enough, he pouts. Rolls his hips up lazily into yours. Just once. Testing.

"Hm?"

"Yes!" you yelp, bracing your hands as his cock literally rearranges your insides—and he somehow gets harder, thicker than you thought possible. Your hips slow to a sloppy, overwhelmed grind. "Yes—so great, Phai—"

His whole face softens. That lovesick look melts into something almost vulnerable, milking your praise like your pussy milks his cock.

"Yeah?" he breathes. "Was I a good boy?"

"Y—yes." Your arms give up. You fall forward onto his chest, moans pouring out desperate against his skin. "The best boy—fuck—"

He smiles, drunk on it. Your ass comes down on his thickness while your head nests into the crook of his neck, tears sticking to his skin.

"And are you happy?" His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you closer. The smell of him—warm, bright, loving—blankets every thought until there's nothing left but a primal need to keep moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, that slight curve hitting so deep. Bring it down. Let him fill you. Give him his reward.

"Is my dick good for you?"

One hand detaches from your waist and finds your clit—shy at first, then deliberate. His fingers circle you with a big, bright smile.

"Oh—yes, Phai, yes!" You scream into his damp skin, vibrations shuddering through his chest, down to his throbbing length. "You're perfect, so—mmph—perfect!"

God, you're so good to him. So willing to praise him, to love him. The vicious sounds of you riding him, desperate and raspy, every wave of pleasure washing through his submission—he wishes he could stay like this forever.

Then his hips start rolling up into you. Lazy. Deep. Unhurried.

Your face crumples with pleasure and confusion. Your whole body squirms above him, breasts pressing beautifully against his chest, lips parting like it's too much.

And you feel him twitch inside.

"Phai—!" You can barely keep the rhythm. You're so close, but he won't let you slow down—not when he's throbbing and yearning like this. "S'close—I need—"

"But this is my reward, remember?" He pouts. His hips stop.

You sob. "No—please, Phai'—"

He shakes his head. "You only cum after I do, 'kay?" Disappointment flickers across his face, so genuine it tugs at your heart. "Didn't I treat you so nice today? Don't I deserve this?"

"Alright—"

His hips rut into you again, pounding deep, a smile tugging at his lips. Hands grab your ass, hauling you up and down. You just take it—moaning like you're in heat, desperate to come, but he won't let you. He breaks the rhythm, slows down, then suddenly fucks you so fast it sends lightning through every nerve. Your pussy can't get used to how his erection bullies you.

His dick twitches inside like it has a mind of its own. So close. Every thrust hits your core, trembling more and more.

Your breath comes in broken gasps against his ear. Tears gleam on your lashes while he stuffs you to the brim, while he feels so perfect there inside—

He comes first. Thick, nasty ropes of white painting your walls, raw and pleading. And when you feel that heat flood you, the knot inside your own belly snaps. Thighs shaking. Teeth sinking into whatever skin they find. He keeps raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.

You collapse over him. Breathless. Sensitive. Tired.

You raise your spinning head to kiss his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks—not sure if you're apologizing or thanking him.

He just tightens his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace. Lips brush against your ear.

"Again?"

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One way to relax!

Masseur Phainon that helps you with that knot in your back... and the one in your stomach!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, praise kink, pet names, f!fingering, accidental orgasm, size kink, cervix stimulation, multiple female orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, begging, soft dom/sub undertones (puppy dynamic), unprotected sex, post-sex intimacy, WC: 2260

You had never believed in the supposed healing power of massages. The idea that someone rubbing who knows what oils onto your naked body would somehow magically relieve you of months worth of shoulder pain just sounded like a fever dream– someplace up there with crystal healing and colonics. 

But you weren’t sure when it started– it crept upon you slowly, little by little, until you realized you were waking up tense and hurt every day, barely able to hold your head up, barely able to sit in your chair at work. Your doctor just told you that you needed to rest, but how could you afford to take a day off? Let alone the recommended week off?

Well, I can recommend a masseur if you want, you almost rolled your eyes… We appoint him to our trauma recovering patients… He’s practically a doctor, here– 

She handed you the number before you could even say no thank you. A small white card with clean black lettering: Phainon, clinical massage therapist. Nothing more. 

You stared at it for days. The chronic pain just wouldn’t go away, and your mental state was getting worse and worse because of it– sleepless nights and exhausting days, snapping at people all the time and your work was suffering because of it too. 

And every time you slammed shut the apartment door your gaze flickered to that stupid little card next to your key holder. 

“Hello?” You muttered, pushing open the door slowly. It was dim and warm, sweat immediately sticking to your skin, even as you only wore a towel. 

…And you grabbed it before you could talk yourself out of it. 

“Hi, pretty.” He smiles, and suddenly the room is brighter than 100 suns. “I read your medical record before you came in, it all seems stress induced so don’t worry.” 

You stood, frozen in the doorway. Your shoulders didn’t hurt. Your back didn’t hurt. Actually, you couldn’t feel anything except the heat rising through your body and your heart suddenly beating a lot quicker than it should. 

“Are you… going to sit down?” He raised an eyebrow and you mumbled something incoherent, settling on the soft massage bed. The towel which lay vaguely on your shoulders was sliding off, the fabric rugged against your skin, and yet you found yourself unable to take it off. 

“Ah…” He sighed, running a hand through his impossibly soft looking locks, a slight blush settling on his skin. “I understand you might be uncomfortable with me being here. If you wish, I can call in a wo–”

“No–!” You said, and you felt your face ignite. “I mean– you’re what was recommended to me, and I really am desperate to get rid of this pain…”

Phainon blinked a few times, then his lips curled into a smile. “Alright.” Then he took a step forward, hand pressing against the bed next to you. “I’ll be gentle, so don’t worry.” 

Fucking hell.

You timidly took off the towel, not bearing to look at him, and lay down on the soft bed, cushion sinking under your weight. Suddenly, the pain that you had forgotten seemed to have come back, tighter than before. 

“I’m going to start now.” He said. “Tell me where it hurts.”

You nodded, shifting under him. His large, smooth palms came down, circling your waist first. The heat of them sunk into your body as he pressed slow, hard circles on your aching skin. Then, his long, soft fingers ran lines from your plush skin to the small of your back, following the curve of your body, every stroke making you gasp quietly beneath him, fingers spreading wide to cover as much as possible as he climbed up. 

And every time he pressed down, every time you felt him lean over you, his chest nearly brushing your back, his exhale soft and warm against your skin– you felt something cower inside. 

He came up slowly, your body surrendering more and more after each passing moment bowed under his large frame, under his continuing touch. And when he finally grasped at the knot in your back, your entire body arched from the pleasure– soft sounds escaping your lips involuntarily. 

“Is this alright?” He whispered, hot breath against the shell of your ear, and you nodded softly, no strength to muster anything else out. Phainon chuckled, a sound vibrating from his chest straight into yours, coursing through your entire body. He was touching you like your soft skin was malleable, every touch molding around your trembling curves, and you swore, he hesitated to pull his hands off every time.

“Oh–” You breathed, hands catching the edge of the table. And he didn’t stop. His thumb circled the knot again, slower this time, and another sound punched out of you– higher, needier, and you couldn't have stopped it even if you tried.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” Your face burned against the headrest, calming heat of the candle underneath only riling you up even more. Your body was completely beyond your control– and you felt his other hand slide down to brace against your hips–steadying you, holding you in place as you trembled beneath him.

“Feels good, right?” He muttered, his voice settling deep in your stomach, just above where his soft hands made you drunk with pleasure and pain. “I swear, can’t take my hands off of you when I see you like this.” 

“S’ good–” You whimpered, voice sluggish, slurring the words. Your brain felt foggy, disconnected from your body. “Just so–”

And right there you felt something come over you– burning and so, so good filling you to the brim with pleasure, quivering and gushing under his burning touch that made you even more sensitive… Then you realized, mortified–

“Did you just…” 

“Don’t!” You bolted to your knees, covering his mouth, palm pressed flat against his lips, rendering you completely, vulnerably naked in the process–your chest bare, your thighs exposed, nothing but the crumpled sheet between you and the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. The flush washed over you in seconds, and Phainon’s eyes wrinkled at the edges, his hand which had just made you cum rising and settling over yours.

“No need to be ashamed.” He said– muffled against your hand, the curve of his smile  just  heavenly against your palm and his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you away, his other hand reaching for a towel, handing it to you so you could cover yourself. “I felt really good touching you too.” 

Oh. 

You just couldn't help but glance down. The thin fabric of his pants did nothing to hide the effect you'd had on him. The outline was sure as hell there– heavy and straining. Your face burned hotter. 

“And I can even touch you in other places,” he whispered, “I can make you feel even better.” 

He looked you in the eyes, flushed and smiling and so. Fucking. Handsome, his gaze hopeful, almost vulnerable, warm and messy, hair cascading over his eyes, strong arms trembling and hesitant to touch you even now…

“If you want to, I mean.” He added softly.

And the next second, your lips were on his. 

The fact that you were already naked made things a lot easier to begin. His hands came over you, cupping your tits– the towel falling somewhere between you two– while his tongue slid inside, drinking every moan, every whimper that his touch brought. His palms were warm, still slick with oil and a smell that made you dizzily press your hips forward, searching for friction you weren’t getting yet.

“Mmph– Phainon–” You whimpered against his lips and he smiled, hand still fondling at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard and aching. Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, placing you back on the soft bed, so fucking easily– bracing himself just besides your head. 

His fingers trailed down your stomach, light and feathery, making you squirm and whine under the lack of contact.

“S’ beautiful,” He murmured, while his hands found the heat between your thighs, slick and pooling on your plush skin, fingers teasing to your clit. “All this from just my hands?” You arched towards him in confirmation, the cocky smile it bred sending a shiver through your body.

“Please–” You begged, the strain against his skin making you aimlessly pull at his waistband, fingers desperately sliding under his pants, but never far enough. "Phai–" The nickname slipped out before you could stop it and his breath hitched– a sudden, vicious jerk of his dick against your skin tearing the moans out of you. "Please, just want you inside–"

The flush spread from his ears down to his neck (and below), looking at you with those half lidded, doting eyes, just drinking in the sight of you splayed down beneath him, crazed on the pleasure. His hand reached at his pants, sliding his long fingers around your wrist, guiding you to his twitching, aching shaft. 

Gasping, you helped it out, but it mostly sprang out by itself. 10 good inches splayed against your entrance, eager to fuck your folds, smooth out your walls like he did with his hands– his pink, sensitive tip running tainted with precum, and every time your fingers brushed against his length, he twitched– a desperate, involuntary jerk that made his eyes flutter shut.

“Mmh–” He murmured, completely red and ruined under his soft locks of hair, fucked out,  adoring gaze never leaving you. “You know,” he breathed, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. “You're not half bad at  ‘massages’ either.” 

You laughed, a breathless, desperate sound as he positioned himself bluntly at your entrance.

“But you did pay a professional.” 

Then he sunk in, swiftly,

And all at once. 

“t’ big–!” You screamed and–oh, and he sure as hell was. The stretch was immediate, overwhelming– his length kissing your walls with ease, veins extending to every nerve inside your gummy walls and spherical tip kissing the very tippy-top of your pussy, and he never did stop circling your clit, did he?

Large hand so delicate against that bundle of nerves, you weren’t sure where to focus when he started rolling into you, deep and unhurried, just enjoying the moment– he had to make the most of the hour you had bought, after all.

“Your pussy’s swallowing me whole–” He groaned softly, every lick, every punishing drag making you yelp at the emptiness, clenching around nothing until his girth came crashing back inside “So stressed out,” he murmured, and his free hand came to grip your jaw, tilting your face down so you had to watch where his dick ravaged your insides. “gotta help you with the knots in here too, hm?”

“Fuck– Yes, please Phai–” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him fuck that same deep, patient rhythm into you, drilling every clump of tension out. “Ngh– Need your dick to be satisfied–!”

And that pulled an eager laugh out of him, angling his hips higher, sloppily, your liquids making it so easy to slush around, to hit your cervix with every pound, the curve of his dick pounding in angles you hadn’t known existed, all under the devoted gaze of your masseur.  

“Yeah? Only my dick?” He asks, and it was like he was fucking your pressure points through your pussy, your mind becoming a jumbled mess, bobbing your head up and down desperately, moaning and drooling and your eyes rolling back, blindly grabbing at every defined muscle on his back until you felt that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly, tighter than before, ravaged by his length now. 

“S’ good, so–!” you couldn’t even string a sentence together, another remarkably violating pound rearranging your insides.

“You close, pretty?” He breathes, and you can finally start to feel the strain on him, that careful composure finally cracking with his dick twitching inside you. “Wanna feel you come around me first. Can you do that for me?”

You nod frantically as his forehead drops to yours, sweat-slick and burning, and he's watching you with those impossibly soft eyes even as he fucks you deeper, harder, slacking your whole with every drag, swallowing him up so greedily, thighs quivering up and down until–

The wave crashes over you mid-thrust, and he doesn't stop. Keeps moving inside you through every pulse, every clench, riding out your climax until you're trembling and gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Clenching around me so good– fuck–” He breathes, large chest heaving, flush against you, focus running thin. “Wanna cum too, wanna–”

You pull him down by the back of his neck, kiss him sloppy and open-mouthed, and wrap your legs around his waist. “Inside,” you manage against his lips. “Want it inside.”

You were definitely his favorite client.

He comes in thick, hot ropes buried inside and forming that creamy white ring at the base, overspilling and so divine– his weight pinning you to the table, warm and grounding, and his breathing slowly evens out against your skin. You lay there, looking up at him. 

The knot in your back disappeared.

“So,” he says, voice muffled against your throat. “When should I schedule you for a follow-up?”

You laugh, weak and watery and thrilled.

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[sodium-fia]

One way to relax!

Masseur Phainon that helps you with that knot in your back... and the one in your stomach!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, praise kink, pet names, f!fingering, accidental orgasm, size kink, cervix stimulation, multiple female orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, begging, soft dom/sub undertones (puppy dynamic), unprotected sex, post-sex intimacy, WC: 2260

You had never believed in the supposed healing power of massages. The idea that someone rubbing who knows what oils onto your naked body would somehow magically relieve you of months worth of shoulder pain just sounded like a fever dream– someplace up there with crystal healing and colonics. 

But you weren’t sure when it started– it crept upon you slowly, little by little, until you realized you were waking up tense and hurt every day, barely able to hold your head up, barely able to sit in your chair at work. Your doctor just told you that you needed to rest, but how could you afford to take a day off? Let alone the recommended week off?

Well, I can recommend a masseur if you want, you almost rolled your eyes… We appoint him to our trauma recovering patients… He’s practically a doctor, here– 

She handed you the number before you could even say no thank you. A small white card with clean black lettering: Phainon, clinical massage therapist. Nothing more. 

You stared at it for days. The chronic pain just wouldn’t go away, and your mental state was getting worse and worse because of it– sleepless nights and exhausting days, snapping at people all the time and your work was suffering because of it too. 

And every time you slammed shut the apartment door your gaze flickered to that stupid little card next to your key holder. 

“Hello?” You muttered, pushing open the door slowly. It was dim and warm, sweat immediately sticking to your skin, even as you only wore a towel. 

…And you grabbed it before you could talk yourself out of it. 

“Hi, pretty.” He smiles, and suddenly the room is brighter than 100 suns. “I read your medical record before you came in, it all seems stress induced so don’t worry.” 

You stood, frozen in the doorway. Your shoulders didn’t hurt. Your back didn’t hurt. Actually, you couldn’t feel anything except the heat rising through your body and your heart suddenly beating a lot quicker than it should. 

“Are you… going to sit down?” He raised an eyebrow and you mumbled something incoherent, settling on the soft massage bed. The towel which lay vaguely on your shoulders was sliding off, the fabric rugged against your skin, and yet you found yourself unable to take it off. 

“Ah…” He sighed, running a hand through his impossibly soft looking locks, a slight blush settling on his skin. “I understand you might be uncomfortable with me being here. If you wish, I can call in a wo–”

“No–!” You said, and you felt your face ignite. “I mean– you’re what was recommended to me, and I really am desperate to get rid of this pain…”

Phainon blinked a few times, then his lips curled into a smile. “Alright.” Then he took a step forward, hand pressing against the bed next to you. “I’ll be gentle, so don’t worry.” 

Fucking hell.

You timidly took off the towel, not bearing to look at him, and lay down on the soft bed, cushion sinking under your weight. Suddenly, the pain that you had forgotten seemed to have come back, tighter than before. 

“I’m going to start now.” He said. “Tell me where it hurts.”

You nodded, shifting under him. His large, smooth palms came down, circling your waist first. The heat of them sunk into your body as he pressed slow, hard circles on your aching skin. Then, his long, soft fingers ran lines from your plush skin to the small of your back, following the curve of your body, every stroke making you gasp quietly beneath him, fingers spreading wide to cover as much as possible as he climbed up. 

And every time he pressed down, every time you felt him lean over you, his chest nearly brushing your back, his exhale soft and warm against your skin– you felt something cower inside. 

He came up slowly, your body surrendering more and more after each passing moment bowed under his large frame, under his continuing touch. And when he finally grasped at the knot in your back, your entire body arched from the pleasure– soft sounds escaping your lips involuntarily. 

“Is this alright?” He whispered, hot breath against the shell of your ear, and you nodded softly, no strength to muster anything else out. Phainon chuckled, a sound vibrating from his chest straight into yours, coursing through your entire body. He was touching you like your soft skin was malleable, every touch molding around your trembling curves, and you swore, he hesitated to pull his hands off every time.

“Oh–” You breathed, hands catching the edge of the table. And he didn’t stop. His thumb circled the knot again, slower this time, and another sound punched out of you– higher, needier, and you couldn't have stopped it even if you tried.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” Your face burned against the headrest, calming heat of the candle underneath only riling you up even more. Your body was completely beyond your control– and you felt his other hand slide down to brace against your hips–steadying you, holding you in place as you trembled beneath him.

“Feels good, right?” He muttered, his voice settling deep in your stomach, just above where his soft hands made you drunk with pleasure and pain. “I swear, can’t take my hands off of you when I see you like this.” 

“S’ good–” You whimpered, voice sluggish, slurring the words. Your brain felt foggy, disconnected from your body. “Just so–”

And right there you felt something come over you– burning and so, so good filling you to the brim with pleasure, quivering and gushing under his burning touch that made you even more sensitive… Then you realized, mortified–

“Did you just…” 

“Don’t!” You bolted to your knees, covering his mouth, palm pressed flat against his lips, rendering you completely, vulnerably naked in the process–your chest bare, your thighs exposed, nothing but the crumpled sheet between you and the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. The flush washed over you in seconds, and Phainon’s eyes wrinkled at the edges, his hand which had just made you cum rising and settling over yours.

“No need to be ashamed.” He said– muffled against your hand, the curve of his smile  just  heavenly against your palm and his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you away, his other hand reaching for a towel, handing it to you so you could cover yourself. “I felt really good touching you too.” 

Oh. 

You just couldn't help but glance down. The thin fabric of his pants did nothing to hide the effect you'd had on him. The outline was sure as hell there– heavy and straining. Your face burned hotter. 

“And I can even touch you in other places,” he whispered, “I can make you feel even better.” 

He looked you in the eyes, flushed and smiling and so. Fucking. Handsome, his gaze hopeful, almost vulnerable, warm and messy, hair cascading over his eyes, strong arms trembling and hesitant to touch you even now…

“If you want to, I mean.” He added softly.

And the next second, your lips were on his. 

The fact that you were already naked made things a lot easier to begin. His hands came over you, cupping your tits– the towel falling somewhere between you two– while his tongue slid inside, drinking every moan, every whimper that his touch brought. His palms were warm, still slick with oil and a smell that made you dizzily press your hips forward, searching for friction you weren’t getting yet.

“Mmph– Phainon–” You whimpered against his lips and he smiled, hand still fondling at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard and aching. Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, placing you back on the soft bed, so fucking easily– bracing himself just besides your head. 

His fingers trailed down your stomach, light and feathery, making you squirm and whine under the lack of contact.

“S’ beautiful,” He murmured, while his hands found the heat between your thighs, slick and pooling on your plush skin, fingers teasing to your clit. “All this from just my hands?” You arched towards him in confirmation, the cocky smile it bred sending a shiver through your body.

“Please–” You begged, the strain against his skin making you aimlessly pull at his waistband, fingers desperately sliding under his pants, but never far enough. "Phai–" The nickname slipped out before you could stop it and his breath hitched– a sudden, vicious jerk of his dick against your skin tearing the moans out of you. "Please, just want you inside–"

The flush spread from his ears down to his neck (and below), looking at you with those half lidded, doting eyes, just drinking in the sight of you splayed down beneath him, crazed on the pleasure. His hand reached at his pants, sliding his long fingers around your wrist, guiding you to his twitching, aching shaft. 

Gasping, you helped it out, but it mostly sprang out by itself. 10 good inches splayed against your entrance, eager to fuck your folds, smooth out your walls like he did with his hands– his pink, sensitive tip running tainted with precum, and every time your fingers brushed against his length, he twitched– a desperate, involuntary jerk that made his eyes flutter shut.

“Mmh–” He murmured, completely red and ruined under his soft locks of hair, fucked out,  adoring gaze never leaving you. “You know,” he breathed, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. “You're not half bad at  ‘massages’ either.” 

You laughed, a breathless, desperate sound as he positioned himself bluntly at your entrance.

“But you did pay a professional.” 

Then he sunk in, swiftly,

And all at once. 

“t’ big–!” You screamed and–oh, and he sure as hell was. The stretch was immediate, overwhelming– his length kissing your walls with ease, veins extending to every nerve inside your gummy walls and spherical tip kissing the very tippy-top of your pussy, and he never did stop circling your clit, did he?

Large hand so delicate against that bundle of nerves, you weren’t sure where to focus when he started rolling into you, deep and unhurried, just enjoying the moment– he had to make the most of the hour you had bought, after all.

“Your pussy’s swallowing me whole–” He groaned softly, every lick, every punishing drag making you yelp at the emptiness, clenching around nothing until his girth came crashing back inside “So stressed out,” he murmured, and his free hand came to grip your jaw, tilting your face down so you had to watch where his dick ravaged your insides. “gotta help you with the knots in here too, hm?”

“Fuck– Yes, please Phai–” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, letting him fuck that same deep, patient rhythm into you, drilling every clump of tension out. “Ngh– Need your dick to be satisfied–!”

And that pulled an eager laugh out of him, angling his hips higher, sloppily, your liquids making it so easy to slush around, to hit your cervix with every pound, the curve of his dick pounding in angles you hadn’t known existed, all under the devoted gaze of your masseur.  

“Yeah? Only my dick?” He asks, and it was like he was fucking your pressure points through your pussy, your mind becoming a jumbled mess, bobbing your head up and down desperately, moaning and drooling and your eyes rolling back, blindly grabbing at every defined muscle on his back until you felt that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly, tighter than before, ravaged by his length now. 

“S’ good, so–!” you couldn’t even string a sentence together, another remarkably violating pound rearranging your insides.

“You close, pretty?” He breathes, and you can finally start to feel the strain on him, that careful composure finally cracking with his dick twitching inside you. “Wanna feel you come around me first. Can you do that for me?”

You nod frantically as his forehead drops to yours, sweat-slick and burning, and he's watching you with those impossibly soft eyes even as he fucks you deeper, harder, slacking your whole with every drag, swallowing him up so greedily, thighs quivering up and down until–

The wave crashes over you mid-thrust, and he doesn't stop. Keeps moving inside you through every pulse, every clench, riding out your climax until you're trembling and gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Clenching around me so good– fuck–” He breathes, large chest heaving, flush against you, focus running thin. “Wanna cum too, wanna–”

You pull him down by the back of his neck, kiss him sloppy and open-mouthed, and wrap your legs around his waist. “Inside,” you manage against his lips. “Want it inside.”

You were definitely his favorite client.

He comes in thick, hot ropes buried inside and forming that creamy white ring at the base, overspilling and so divine– his weight pinning you to the table, warm and grounding, and his breathing slowly evens out against your skin. You lay there, looking up at him. 

The knot in your back disappeared.

“So,” he says, voice muffled against your throat. “When should I schedule you for a follow-up?”

You laugh, weak and watery and thrilled.

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Am I a good boy?

Phainon who just wants a reward for all his hard work!

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, service top dynamic, vaginal sex, overstimulation, begging, orgasm denial, creampie, clit stimulation, soft dom/sub undertones (PUPPY DYNAMIC OML), tears, possessive language, pet names. WC: 2115

Phainon’s a loverboy through acts of service.

Strong arms carrying all your bags, he won’t even let you think about lifting a finger when he’s around, listening to you ramble about your day, holiday plans and the last book you read all while he’s the happiest man on earth. 

He opens the car door for you, pulls your chair to sit, and pays for dinner… Not because it’s what he should be doing but because he genuinely loves you so much he can’t imagine any other alternative. 

And when you get home, while he’s thrilled to be doing all these things for you, Phainon is a puppy at heart.

He wants a reward for all his hard work.

“You’re doing so great, love” he teases, voice all warm and breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued square on how your breasts are bouncing over him. His thumbs are pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper. 

You were riding his dick like a trampoline, slow, messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a soft, broken sound from your lips. He holds his hands to your plush skin, one hand to keep you stable on top of his eager cock, the other helping you just a teensy tiny bit when your pace starts to falter, when he feels you aren’t rewarding him well enough for everything he’s done for you.

His hands steady your hips, keeping the maddening rhythm up, your palms pressed for support against his large, sculpted chest that just looked so incredible under your springing. His mouth muttering inconsistent babbles, maddened by the sounds of your dulcet voice and the soft, slick, disgusting squelching of you still grinding against him, unable to stop. 

Phainon watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, listening to your pleas, that you needed to stop, that his cock hurt you too bad, and that lovesick expression never leaves his face. His chest rises and falls beneath your palms, heart hammering against his ribs, only thinking of how beautiful you are. 

"Hm?"

"Did I do great today too?" He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging so fast and cute, waiting for the praise he’s absolutely sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair covering his heavy lidded, lovesick eyes.

And when you fail to answer quick enough, he pouts, hips rolling up lazily into yours, just once, testing.

“Yes!” You yelp, bracing your hands while his cock literally was rearranging your insides, and thrilled to do so– somehow hardening beyond a length you had already thought impossible.  Your hips slowed to a sloppy, lazy grind, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Yes– so great Phai–!”

His whole face softens. That lovesick expression melts into something almost vulnerable, milking the praise like your pussy was milking his cock, crazed on the pleasure.

"Yeah?" he breathes. “Was I a good boy?”

“Y–yes,” You stutter, as his hips roll up again, slower this time, and your arms give up, falling face first on his chest, moans leaving your lips desperately. “The best boy– Fuck!” He smiled, drunkenly, your ass coming down on his thickness while your head is nestled into the crook of his head, tears sticking to his skin. 

“And are you happy?” His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you further in. The smell of him– warm, bright, loving– it blanketed all your senses, all your thoughts, until there’s nothing left but a desperate, primal need to keep. Fucking. Moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, over all its thickness and its slight curve that hits so deep inside you.  Bring it down, let it fill you, give him his reward. “Is my dick good for you?” 

He asked, one hand detaching from your waist and shyly making its way to your pulsing entrance, your folds so sensitive you bite into him for support– his fingers tickling your clit with a big, bright smile. 

“Oh–! Yes, Phai, yes!” You scream, voice muffled in his damp skin, sending vibrations through his whole body, down to his throbbing length. “You’re perfect, so– mmmh– perfect!”

God… You were so good to him, so willing to praise him, to love him– the vicious sounds coming from where you rode him so nicely, desperate, raspy moans every time you sunk down on him and every wave of pleasure washing through his submissiveness– oh, he wishes he could stay like this forever.

And a swell of desire builds up inside.

His hips start rolling up into you, lazy, deep, unhurried– and he watches your face crumple with pleasure and confusion. He watches your entire body squirm above him, the way your breasts press just so beautifully against his chest, so round and alluring, watches your lips parting into an ‘o’, like it’s too much for you. 

And you feel him twitch inside. 

“Phai–!” You yelp, barely able to keep the rhythm up. You were so close, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t let you slow down, no, not when he was throbbing and yearning for you so badly. “S’ close– I need…” 

“But this is my reward, remember?” He pouts, his hips coming to a stop. And with no more support, your bouncing ass comes to a halt, tearing a desperate moan out of you.

“No! Please Phai’–” you try, but he only shakes his head.

“You only cum after I do, ‘kay?” He asked, but it felt more like an order. “Didn’t I treat you so nice today to at least deserve this?” The disappointment and sadness was so clear on his face it actually tugged at your heartstrings a bit. Your release was close, so close, but…

“Alright–”

And his hips rut into your pussy violently, pounding into your cervix, a deep smile tugging at his lips in an instant. His hands suddenly grab your ass, hauling you up and down– and you sat there, taking it– moaning like you were in heat, desperate to come, but he wouldn’t let you. 

Breaking the rhythm, slowing down, almost no cadence– then suddenly going so fucking fast it sent lightning through every nerve inside your folds, your pussy couldn’t get used to how his errection bullied you. 

And his dick was twitching inside like it had a mind of its own, so close, every time it hit your core aching, trembling even more. 

And with your breath was coming in broken little gasps against the shell of his ear, tears gleaming on your lashes while he stuffed you to the brim, while he felt so perfect, there, inside… 

He came, thick, nasty ropes of white cum painting your walls, raw and pleading for you– and the second you felt his delicious liquids the knot inside you snapped, thighs shaking and teeth sinking everywhere they caught skin, while he kept raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.

You lay there over him. Breathless and sensitive and tired… you finally raised your spinning head, kissing his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks, not sure if it was to apologize or to thank him. 

And he only slid his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace, lips brushing against your ear…

“Good girl.”

Phainon’s a loverboy through acts of service.

Strong arms carrying all your bags—he won't even let you think about lifting a finger when he's around. He listens to you ramble about your day, your holiday plans, the last book you read, all while looking like the happiest man on earth. Opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, pays for dinner. Not because he should, but because he loves you so much he can't imagine any other way.

And when you get home, after all that? Phainon is a puppy at heart.

He wants a reward.

"You're doing so great, love."

His voice is warm, breathy, that hazy, adoring look glued to how your breasts bounce over him. Thumbs pressing into your soft flesh, the pressure making you whimper.

You're riding him slow and messy, his cock filling you so perfectly that every descent punches a broken little sound from your lips. One hand steadies your hip. The other helps when your pace starts to falter—when he feels you aren't rewarding him well enough for everything he's done. His palms guide you, keep that maddening rhythm going. Your palms press flat against his massive, sculpted chest, and his mouth babbles incoherent praises, drunk on the slick, filthy sound of you grinding down on him.

Phainon watches through heavy-lidded eyes while you plead—that you need to stop, that he's too deep, that it hurts. That lovesick expression never leaves his face. His heart hammers beneath your palms.

"Did I do great today too?"

He says it like he already knows the answer. Like a puppy sitting pretty, tail wagging, waiting for the praise he's sure is coming. His head sinks deeper into the pillow, messy white hair falling over his eyes.

When you don't answer fast enough, he pouts. Rolls his hips up lazily into yours. Just once. Testing.

"Hm?"

"Yes!" you yelp, bracing your hands as his cock literally rearranges your insides—and he somehow gets harder, thicker than you thought possible. Your hips slow to a sloppy, overwhelmed grind. "Yes—so great, Phai—"

His whole face softens. That lovesick look melts into something almost vulnerable, milking your praise like your pussy milks his cock.

"Yeah?" he breathes. "Was I a good boy?"

"Y—yes." Your arms give up. You fall forward onto his chest, moans pouring out desperate against his skin. "The best boy—fuck—"

He smiles, drunk on it. Your ass comes down on his thickness while your head nests into the crook of his neck, tears sticking to his skin.

"And are you happy?" His arms wrap around you protectively, pressing you closer. The smell of him—warm, bright, loving—blankets every thought until there's nothing left but a primal need to keep moving. Keep raising your ass over his delicious length, that slight curve hitting so deep. Bring it down. Let him fill you. Give him his reward.

"Is my dick good for you?"

One hand detaches from your waist and finds your clit—shy at first, then deliberate. His fingers circle you with a big, bright smile.

"Oh—yes, Phai, yes!" You scream into his damp skin, vibrations shuddering through his chest, down to his throbbing length. "You're perfect, so—mmph—perfect!"

God, you're so good to him. So willing to praise him, to love him. The vicious sounds of you riding him, desperate and raspy, every wave of pleasure washing through his submission—he wishes he could stay like this forever.

Then his hips start rolling up into you. Lazy. Deep. Unhurried.

Your face crumples with pleasure and confusion. Your whole body squirms above him, breasts pressing beautifully against his chest, lips parting like it's too much.

And you feel him twitch inside.

"Phai—!" You can barely keep the rhythm. You're so close, but he won't let you slow down—not when he's throbbing and yearning like this. "S'close—I need—"

"But this is my reward, remember?" He pouts. His hips stop.

You sob. "No—please, Phai'—"

He shakes his head. "You only cum after I do, 'kay?" Disappointment flickers across his face, so genuine it tugs at your heart. "Didn't I treat you so nice today? Don't I deserve this?"

"Alright—"

His hips rut into you again, pounding deep, a smile tugging at his lips. Hands grab your ass, hauling you up and down. You just take it—moaning like you're in heat, desperate to come, but he won't let you. He breaks the rhythm, slows down, then suddenly fucks you so fast it sends lightning through every nerve. Your pussy can't get used to how his erection bullies you.

His dick twitches inside like it has a mind of its own. So close. Every thrust hits your core, trembling more and more.

Your breath comes in broken gasps against his ear. Tears gleam on your lashes while he stuffs you to the brim, while he feels so perfect there inside—

He comes first. Thick, nasty ropes of white painting your walls, raw and pleading. And when you feel that heat flood you, the knot inside your own belly snaps. Thighs shaking. Teeth sinking into whatever skin they find. He keeps raising his hips violently, fucking you through it.

You collapse over him. Breathless. Sensitive. Tired.

You raise your spinning head to kiss his Adam's apple, his jaw, his flushed cheeks—not sure if you're apologizing or thanking him.

He just tightens his massive forearms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace. Lips brush against your ear.

"Again?"

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HYUNA PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ONE CHANCE ONE CHANCE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

SHE COULD LITERALLY STEP ON ME AND I WOULD THANK HER FOR THE PRIVILEGE

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