feat. f!reader
warnings : MDNI, smut, pwp, hybrid au if u squint (bunnynon), vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink (talks of pregnancy), overstimulation?? he's just going for round two, phainon is a little not right in the head, jealousynon, possessiveness, dubcon??, entirely self indulgent boohoo, not proofread bc this was written by my demons.
w.c. : 2.1k
note : i'm experimenting w stuff outside my comfort zone and phaicham is my muse (guinea pig) rn. happy freaktober everyone. đŹ
You don't know when it began.
Phainon's innocent touches used to be fleeting and polite, barely even grazing your skin as he pulled you away from the bustling traffic of Okhema or from gently guided you away from a stray rock in your path. His fingers would graze over your wrist to guide your hand into seas of white tufts, always yearning for your gentle massage against his scalp and for your warm touch to the fluffy white ears that you love so much.
But one day something just... clicked.
Maybe it was the way the other hybrids would eye you down like you were a slab of fresh meat. Phainon had always scared them off one way or another, but there are limits to the intimidation of a bunny hybrid. He could puff his chest and kick as much as he could, but what chance did he stand against a predator?
Perhaps it was the day you had come home drenched in the scent of a lion hybrid all over your body. It took him days of just laying on you, rubbing his chin all over your skin and burying his face into as many nooks and crannies hidden on your body as he could before you shoved him off to finally get you back to normal.
Back to smelling like you were his.
Phainon is large, that be it his natural height or the trait of being a hybrid, but it's made heavily apparent as his hips thrust lazily from behind you. He hasn't sheathed himself fully yet, but you could feel every vein and inch of his throbbing cock as he tantalizingly glides through your folds.
His chest, broad and muscular, presses against your back and pins you to the plush blankets of your bed. One hand has slipped underneath the flimsy, thin shirt you wear to bed and now cups your breast as his thick arm pulls you flush against him. The other tightly grasps your hand as he pins you down into the mattress.
"Look at you, so beautiful," Phainon coos into your ear, hot breath fanning across your cheek and you shudder from the feeling. You don't have to see his expression to know that he's smirking at how pitiful you are writhing underneath him. "You feel so good like this, I can't imagine finally getting to join our bodies..."
The tip of his girth kisses your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. A whine escapes your lips and your fingers clutch at the sheets underneath your body, a desperate attempt to ground yourself. You can hear your hybrid's gentle chuckle from behind you as he admires your reactions.
"You smell so sweet, no wonder everyone always looks at you," Phainon purrs into your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. His lips press ticklish kisses along your skin; his teeth graze just the surface. Without a warning, a sharp pain blooms from the base of your neck as his teeth sink into your soft skin.
"They all desire a taste of you, my love, even though they know I'm all yours," your hybrid murmurs, a gentle whisper. "Shouldn't we fix that, sweetheart?"
It's only then do his hips still, a moment of reprieve for you even as your cunt aches to be filled with something. Anything.
But the peace only lasts for a mere second as his warmth finds yours. Like a moth to a the heat of a flame, Phainon lines up his throbbing erection to your soaked core. The slick from grinding his thick cock in between your folds lubricates his movements as he stretches your walls out inch by inch at an agonizingly slow rate. It aches, but it's an ache that you crave more of as you're filled all the way until his skin meets yours.
"That's right, you take me in so perfectly, my love," Phainon groans, grinding his hips. You whimper, fingers clinging onto the bedsheets as the pleasure burns in your stomach. He presses a kiss to your sensitive skin with each roll of his body behind yours. There's a harsh squeeze to your breast and your body is pressed even more into the mattress.
Slowly, but surely, the grinding gets messier with each wave of pleasure that washes over the both of you. Phainon's hips pull out a bit more then shoves himself back into you, like an ebb and flow of ocean tides, until he's fully thrusting his hips behind yours.
It's dirty and uncouth, the sweat from the shared heat between you two is beginning to pool on your skin and the slick sounds of your hybrid's hips against yours echo into the roomâa constant reminder of what you're doing with him at this very moment.
The waves of pleasure build up into a pressure and you find it difficult to suppress any sounds from escaping your lips as the sweltering heat sets your stomach ablaze as his cock brushes against your sensitive walls. Phainon's heavy breathing doesn't help at all; his occasional whine of your name and breathy curse as your body clenches around him in a way that causes his hips to stutter only soaks your thighs even more.
Your teeth plunge into your plump lip as a weak attempt to restrain your own moans. But the hand that had pinned yours down has left you, now finding its solace in between your legs. His arm forces your legs wider and his hands-
"A-Ah...!"
Phainon's fingers find your bundle of nerves with ease, gently fondling it between his middle and ring as his hips thrust up to let his hard cock rub so deliciously against your cunt. It's overwhelming, so much so that your legs want to close.
But your hybrid holds your legs far apart.
"That's right. I love hearing your voice as I pleasure you, don't I make you feel good?" Phainon murmurs in between guttural groans. He sighs shakily as your walls begin to clench around him, squeezing him as the pleasure heightens. "I know you're close, sweetheart. Say my name for me?"
Your lips fall open, moans muffled only as Phainon presses your face into your pillow as he himself gets lost in the way your warmth greedily takes him in. Quickly, his free hand reaches up to tilt your head to the side and out of the cushion of your pillow.
"Go on, tell the world who's making you cum."
The pressure snaps within you and Phainon's name leaves your lips in a wanton moan. Your voice is loud, reverberating across your room as your orgasm crashes over you in harsh waves. Your hips are grinding against your hybrid's hand and hips, desperate to chase the high of pleasure as he matches the rhythm you've set for the climax of the show.
Phainon curses from beside you as your orgasm squeezes him with each thrust; his own warmth shooting inside of you as his hips still against yours.
Your heavy breathing fills the room as the both of you catch your breath. There's a sheen of sweat on your skin, one that Phainon graciously grazes with his skin as your body calms itself down. He's showering your neck with gentle kisses and nips against he skin, how own version of kisses to soothe you from your acts prior.
"I love you, my sweet star," Phainon says against your skin, almost purring. "You're so beautiful coming undone because of me, smelling of nothing except me..."
A hand comes to rest on your stomach and his thumb rubs comforting circles against your skin. Your hybrid licks the bite mark he had left earlier, a small act of condolence for hurting you; you know he's going to do it again so you pay it no mind.
"I want to... see you with my kits , one day." His voice is a quiet whisper, but it's loud and clear enough for you to hear. "Your stomach swollen with my, our, love. You would look even more radiant than ever, starlight." Your hybrid presses a kiss to your lips, gentle and sweet.
"To pump as much of my seed into you as I can, to have you leaking all over the bed because of me. Oh, what I would do to you to make you so filled to the brim with me, with nothing but me. You're so ethereal to me, but when you're fucked out of your mind..."
Your body shudders at his words, the imagery alone makes your walls subconsciously squeeze him. Phainon groans softly before chuckles rumble from his chest. He's kissing you again, though this time there's an edge to his kiss.
A desire that only you can fully satiate.
Then, you feel it; his length, still buried within you as you lay there basking in the afterglow, slowly hardens and grows with each hungry kiss that lingers on your lips. You attempt to pull away before his excitement gets uncontrollable, but Phainon's hand holds your jaw still as he kisses you with a fervent passion you're all too familiar with.
The sheets rustle slightly as Phainon climbs over you, slotting his hips in between your legs and sliding his hands up your body to finally remove the flimsy nightshirt you were wearingâyou're not even sure it was salvageable at this point to wear againâbefore returning to lift your legs onto his waist.
"I want to show the world that the radiance you bring should only shine on me. Something tells me you would like that, my love?"
"Wait- Phainon, I don't think I'm-"
Your protests are cut short as Phainon's hips are moving against yours once more. A strangled cry escapes your lips as the overwhelming sensation of his hardened cock begins to brush against your sensitive walls once again.
Yet your cries only seem to egg your hybrid on; his bunny ears bounce as his hips thrust against yours, desperate to rekindle the fire of desire burning between you two.
"Ph-Phainon...!" You whimper out, hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders as his hips begin to pick up the pace. You try not to hear the sounds of your lovemakingâwet, soppy noises as your greedy cunt sucks Phainon back in with every messy thrust and your breathy moans intermingling with Phainon's loud grunts beside your earâbut they're all you can focus on as the uncomfortable feeling of sex begins to melt into pleasure once more.
Your soaked pussy clenches around him when his hips roughly brush against your clit and his hips falter for a moment before his hips still. Though this moment only lasts for a few seconds before rough hands slide up your thighs, pulling them up and pushing against your body until you're thoroughly pinned to your mattress and your legs rest on his shoulders.
"That's right, it feels good, doesn't it?" Your hybrid murmurs into your ear, his voice a low purr. As he drags his hips against yours, your body shudders as pleasure courses through your veins. It burns, but it's an addictive burn as his steady pace coaxes your next orgasm to come with ease.
Your body twitches and at this point you don't care what noises have been pulled from your body with the way Phainon is relentless in the way he loves you. From this angle, every thrust shoves his dick so deep into you that you didn't know he could even reach but fuck do you love how it feels when his thick cock hits that spot every time.
"Come on, give it to me again, please? I know you can, my love. Cum for me. I want to see you cum all over me again, my beautiful starlight."
Your fingers dig into Phainon's skin, holding onto the hand that has interlocked with yours as your orgasm crashes over you. The coil of passion explodes with such a blinding white heat, your head is thrown back into the mattress. Your beloved hybrid takes this chance to bury his face into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his own hips stutter and his heat fills you to the point that it's dripping from your thighs and making a mess out of your bed.
Though at this point you don't care, not when Phainon is pressing gentle kisses against the juncture of your neck and whispering praises into your ear of how you're so pretty for taking all of him and how much he loves you. And you definitely don't care when you make the mistake of returning his affections and he's pouncing on you to fill you up again and again until the only name that you know is his: Phainon.
your friend phainon who knows heâs good looking and always looks at you. sometimes he gives you a lookâa smug smile and his eyes glancing you up and down, only to burst into laughter when you meet his gaze and feel the heat rush to your face and raise your fist to hit him playfullyâknowing full well of your reaction.
but other times, most times, heâs looking at you with such warmth in his eyes that it puts the rising dawn to shame.
especially when youâre gushing about the things your excited about with your arms animatedly thrusting into the air and a million stars twinkling in your eyes. heâs smiling softly, perfect lips pulled into that cute, boyish grin that widens the longer you talk.
he loves hearing your voice; the timbre always soothes him while simultaneously unsettling his heart in the best way possible. and when youâre talking nonstop with nothing but passion and life about your favorite things, who is he to interrupt you?
but you notice. you notice his smile widening and endless blue skies peacefully watching you. you notice the way his eyes crinkle softly as his smile deepens, the way his irises glance at every inch of your face as if etching your image into his vision permanently.
you definitely notice the way his eyes only ever leave your face to look directly into your own and the way the warmth of his gaze seeps into your own skin.
heâs teasing you; he has to be when your voice falters and heâs laughing at your reaction just like he always does. hearty and from the stomach, it doesnât stop even when you say his name and gently slap his shoulder.
and suddenly youâre staring right into those perfect blues again, always paired with the boyish grin and a gaze so gentle and soft like the puffiest clouds sitting in the peaceful sky.
how funny; has your friend always looked like this?
phaicham whose back is so broad and towers over you so no one ever sees you when youâre with him. itâs always when they see your eyes peeking over his shoulder or from his side that they ever address you.
not that he minds, he loves the size difference between you two. he loves how his large arms encase you when he runs up to hug you, when he easily lifts you off the ground to spin you around.
he loves your hands clinging to his clothes as you use his body to shield yourself against the little chimeras you teased a little too much, your laughter filling his heart with nothing but love as you run from the small creatures nipping at your feet.
he loves holding your hand, bringing your fingers to his lips to kiss every knuckle. theyâre so small compared to his and so smooth in comparison to his that are littered with scars and calluses. but he never feels shy about it, not when he can still feel the warmth of your hand in his and the gentle squeeze of affection from time to time.
he loves it most when your hands hold him, hold his face as if he were fragile. funny, isnât it? the hero of amphoreus being treated like he would break into a million pieces by someone much smaller than him. but they donât know that he is much more fragile than they believe, and that you are his sole weakness.
if the warmth from your hand were to ever disappear in this lifetime, phainon believes his heart would break over and over again.
and despite it all, he wouldnât have it any other way. not if it meant loving you.
childhood friends with phainon who always lends you his clothes whenever you spend the night. it started when you both were younger with impromptu sleepoversâyour little bodies crouched behind the backrest of his worn leather couch as his mother calls yours for permission to stay the night, always followed by a yes and bright cheers from your little bodiesâand ended up becoming a habit as you grew older.
not that you mind; his clothes are always so comfy and smell so good. ocean breeze and clean linen with a hint of lemon woven between the stitching. a relaxing smell, not too strong or overwhelming and one that always reminds you of home.
your small town home by the sea with golden wheat fields sprawling all the way past the horizon. your home filled with the smell of delicious baked goods audata would make
your home with bright blue eyes and the cutest, boyish grin who always held your hand when running from his dopey dog. your peace with the most contagious laughter after ditching a boring lecture during school, his presence alone warding off any worries and fears.
your solace who always welcomes you with open arms when you need someone to talk to. and when youâre surrounded with that ocean breeze and clean linen and his large arms enveloping your body in a hug that warms you from the soul and beyond, youâre reminded of the home that never left your side even as youâve moved away from that small village.
trying on phainonâs glasses to see just how blind he is to you and youâre going on and on abt how youâre more blind than he is because your vision literally has not changed when you slid his frames over your face.
youâre giggling, trying to see the world from his eyes but canât because itâs still so blurry for you. and you ask him that question; âdo i look pretty?â
of course you do, you always do in his eyes. even though thereâs a slight blur to what he sees with his glasses off, youâve never been more clear in his entire life. your big smile as you try so desperately to see him, the little bits of laughter that escape your pretty lips when you canât.
heâs thankful you canât see the lovelorn expression he most definitely is sporting at the moment with you as his cause. he feels the warmth dance in his chest, his face and ears burn as blood rushes through his body courtesy of his racing heart.
and itâs all because of you, you and your pretty face.
so he answers with sincerity woven in his voice even though youâre lost in the midst of your own humor.
phainon who uses the excuse of wanting to learn the violin so you could teach him.
it starts off as something lighthearted and funny; someone as big and tall as he is holding a tiny instrument is a feat to see. but he knows better than anyone else how dire the situation is when you get closer to him.
the scent of your perfume surrounds him, wrapping around his being like the ribbon of an ornate gift and trapping him where he stands. youâre closeâa little too closeâbut the only one who seems to notice is him.
youâre merely fixing his posture, adjusting his body to where they need to properly hold the instrument up; your fingers gently nudge his elbow up, touch his wrist to straighten it, lift his arm up, and curl around his own in order to properly hold up the wooden bow. your touches are innocent with only the intention of helping a dear friend.
and guilt eats away at his heart knowing all he can think about is how good you smell. he wonders how soft your lips might be considering how well you take care of your fingers and how good your fingers would feel buried in his hair as he kisses you until youâre breathless.
he canât just outright drop the instrument and beg you for a kiss; that would be unruly and rude after you so kindly helped him for a silly request.
so phainon nods, a bright âyes, teach!â escapes his lips as he bites his tongue against his more perverse requests.
