Make You Feel Better
phainon x female reader on period
(not proofread. mostly word vomit. very sucky attempt at fingering writing)
18+
warnings: rather soft, fingering, vaginal blood, CRAMPS, little prep? Not in a bad way though I think? He doesn't force it. mentions blindfolding but never happens
Thinking of you having severly bad cramps (Me rn-). Something seems to be truly wrong this time though. the cramps are so much worse than usual, and so is the bleeding. You don't know what you did, but it must have pissed off some sort of god or something. The oddest part is it's not the time it usually starts.
You're curled up tightly, sitting up on the couch. Probably not the best idea with how heavy your flow is currently, but you'd rather it bleed onto that than the bed if it leaks through. Already has once, but got caught by the towel you made sure to grab before sitting down too.
Pain killers aren't helping. The heating pad isn't helping. Nothing else is helping.
You're glad Phainon isn't home right now. He's sweet. Maybe overly so, but this time you're not sure if he can help. The only thing than can be done is to wait it out.
Another sharp, debilitating cramp stabs through like barbed wire was shoved, twisted, and shaken around. You move ever so slightly to try to alleviate it and feel another gush come through.
A pained grunt escapes against your will.
"...Babe?" A familiar voice calls from the other room. You must have been in too much pain to hear Phainon came home.
"Living room." You managed to call out.
The sound of his feet quickly patter into the living room, where he stops and takes in what's going on. "So soon? Why didn't you call me? I would have come home sooner."
That's what you're afraid of. It's so nice he's there to fetch every beck and call, but he's still his own person too. Makes you feel bad after a point. Or maybe it's the hormones.
Another sharp pang slices through, making you clench the heating pad over your stomach tighter.
Phainon picks up on it, worry growing more and more prominent. It looks like he's torn for a good moment in what to ask. "Have... you don everything to try to make it better already? If not, I can go get it-"
"No, I already have. There's-" another pang, one that forces through like a person trying to ram someone in their road rage. "-nothing else that I can do."
Phainon nods off in thought for a second, before his face glows, thinking of a brilliant idea. "Even... personal time, if you get what I mean?"
You blink at him. "Why would I try that when I'm bleeding more heavily than a dromas with a nosebleedl??" (like to think it's like a horse's nosebleed. they're insane.)
His eyes widen in shock. "It's that bad?"
You get a severe urge to smack him for the question. Of course you wont though. stupid hormones.
"Do I usually sit with a towel under me??" you nearly snap.
His eyes soften, not taking your snappy attitude seriously as he steps closer. He gets right up to you, and cups your face, giving you a gentle, chaste kiss on the lips. "No, you don't. But could I help you then? Please? I remember hearing how pleasure is supposed to help. At least for a while."
"Phai- no. It will be too messy!" It does sound enticing though with how severe they're being right now.
"And? Nothing a few extra towels couldn't solve. I don't even need to be that involved for now. My fingers could do enough if you're comfortable with it."
Yet another stab, as if angry you dare even think of getting rid of them. "fine. yes. But maybe not on the couch?"
He gives you a soft smile. "Way ahead of you. I'll come carry you to the bed in a second."
He leaves the room, and you hear opening and closing of cabinets.
A few minutes later he comes back and lifts you bridal style easily, carrying you to the bedroom.
There's several towels stacked over a fairly large area.
Phainon gently lays you on top of them, and goes to take off your lower garments. He pauses when he notices it's absolutely soaked in blood.
"Should we message Hyacine? This seems... weird."
Your face heats up in humiliation, even if it's just Phainon. Just the mere thought of asking someone about it makes you feel like digging a hole and dying in it. "Let's wait on it."
He gives another smile, gently rubbing your thigh as he leans a bit more over. He then scoots onto the bed, getting comfortable in a spot he couldn't care less if your blood got on him or not.
You try to look down at the bloody mess you can already feel starting to form.
He doesn't let you, putting a hand under your chin to look in his gorgeous eyes instead. "No, no. You don't need to worry about it. I know if you see it, you won't be able to focus on feeling good."
Damn it, stop saying it with such sincerity. He's not wrong though. But how could you not worry? Blood is a royal pain to remove from anything.
His fingers slowly dance around your lower stomach, go down to your thighs, then gently start brushing back up between your thighs to your center that's causing so much nuisance.
He inserts just his middle finger to start with. There's absolutely no dryness to resist the intrusion.
The excessive wet sound from that alone was almost too much. Yet you still couldn't look. Phainon made you keep eye contact with him.
With how much blood there was, it didn't take much need for a type of prep.
His fingers are still fairly large and can be felt much more strongly when a second was added.
He was still soft, very careful with them though. If he noticed even the slightest resistance he'd stop for a second, letting your body adjust.
As he worked his fingers, he leaned in to kiss you again. With the way his body was twisted, you're sure he's going to be the one feeling sore later. You already know he's going to laugh about it though, saying it's his way he can share even the tiniest bit of pain with you.
He pushes his middle finger and curls it in a spot that felt too good, cutting off the cramps immediately. You let out a gasp of pleasure from it.
He starts to slowly but firmly rub said area, making you try to look down again.
Yet again he keeps his other hand at your chin, preventing you from looking. He chuckles. "Just keep looking at me. You can let go. Let me let you feel good."
Like he thinks he isn't already. He knows he is.
He pulls his fingers out to rub a bit at your clit before pushing two of them back in and going back to assaulting that specific spot nearly making you see stars.
"That's it... You just need to let go and focus on feeling good. I got you."
He pushes a little extra firm on that spot for a second, sending a whole new shockwave of pleasure to course through you.
Your legs try to clamp around his hand. It's the point he can barely move it, making you able to realize just how tightly it's clamped.
You try to loosen their grip, even if they're shaking uncontrollably.
"Don't think about it too much. My hand can handle a little snugness. Just means I'm doing it right, aren't I?~"
At this point you don't know if his blabbering on is helping or making you feel worse.
The knot is starting to form. it's not the painful bloated one, it's the delectable, addicting one that just coils tighter, making you crave the sweet, sweet euphoric release.
You can feel your pussy clench and tighten on his fingers, trying to not let them leave when he pulls them out to toy with your clit a little bit every now and then, making you build up for one powerful release.
He knows every single little minute thing that sends you over the edge. What makes your body tick. Even back when you two first started being intimate he learned every little thing so incredibly quickly. All for you. To make you feel the best, just like now.
There's no long any pain. Just the cord about to snap.
He leans in once more but this time for a long, drawn-out kiss, knowing you're about to release.
You moan loudly into his mouth as the cord finally snaps, causing your intense orgasm to demand to flow freely.
He slows his fingers down, gently giving a few more slow thrusts before completely removing them and placing his hand on the towel next to your to get a better view of you.
You try to look down yet again, but once again get blocked, being forced to look in his eyes. His face has a rather prominent blush.
"Heh, if you keep trying to look down, I might just have to blindfold you next time. Be a bit of a shame though. I love seeing your eyes. Seeing all of you."
You weakly punch his chest, making him chuckle again before he hugs you with his clean hand.
