just started thinking about phainon angst where his mother doesn't like you and i might have ripped my own heart out, as well as phainon's, but goddamn i can't get the idea out of my head.
Trust me he definitely knows how to use his fingers 🤫
This ask has been marinating in my mind for months…he definitely got calloused hands from farm work and wielding Dawnmaker OUGHHHH AND THE WAY HE PULLED DOWN AQUILA I CANT STOP THIBKING ABOUT IT FAHHH PHAINON THE MAN THAT U ARE 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Phainon with Y/N… he’d definitely use any excuse to just touch them… also constantly compare his hand sizes with you…. Trail his finger on Y/N’s thigh and arms… letting them feel the roughness of it… ough…
NSFW BONUS BELOW ^_^
When Phainon fingers Y/N he reaches all the right spots and he knows he’s really good at it!!!!!! But we all know he wants to eat them out more than anything IJBOLL 😭😭😭😭 IDC IM A PUSSY EATER PHAINON BELIEVER
HmmghhbI had an idea, something something getting into an argument w phai and then reader decides to seek out mydei (anyone lols) for advice. Panning to Phainon blowing up reader's phone because are you replacing him now? :'(((((
this req was perfect 4 me, hurt/comfort, post-argument, jealous phainon, happy.
phainon's cheek is twitching. an uncontrollable, uncomfortable muscle spasm that digs into his face and creeps into the edges of his vision, yet it pales in comparison to the grievance that weighs his chest down.
at first, he sought you out, desperate to apologise and make amends for the disagreement that you had earlier. one so intense that you stormed out, leaving him to brew with his thoughts and emotions, giving him ample time to reflect and rationalise the argument, but time softens the heart and eventually lead him to find you, roaming all around okhema.
from kephale plaza, to marmoreal market, to the bathhouse, he finally discovers you sitting in the garden of life, with a bunch of chimeras surrounding you. the sight was adorable enough that it made his heart flutter, excitement bursting through his being like butterflies.
that was then crushed flat when he saw who was next to you.
the handsome kremnoan prince, his greatest rival and valued confidante, beside you on the steps of the courtyard.
an ugly, gritty sensation sticks to phainon's throat like tar, and swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth proves to be difficult while his eyes threw daggers at mydei's toned back. they glance to you and your melancholic posture, shoulders slightly hunched over, hair falling over your shoulder as your head rests on your own tucked legs, no doubt you would have been spilling your grievances to mydei whilst he was comforting you— that's his rightful place! he should be beside you! granted, you'd be complaining about phainon to phainon, but that doesn't matter!
how idiotic he must have been for you to seek comfort in another man.
his hands frantically reach for his teleslate, fingers immediately finding your contact.
Phainon: You there?
Phainon: [ Sticker ]
Phainon: Can we talk about what happened?
from the pillar he was half-hidden behind, phainon sees you reach for your device, opening your chat before sighing and putting the device face down.
the betrayal he felt was comparable to that of a stab through the back. still, phainon is persistent, so he keeps trying, hoping that the buzz from his multiple texts will catch your attention eventually.
"was that the deliverer?" mydei asks. you nod, turning your teleslate onto silent before patting one of the chimeras that was nudging your hand.
"yeah," you confirm.
buzz. buzz. another buzz. the relentless vibration from your phone felt like an earthquake by your feet, carried by the weight of the argument that transpired earlier. yet, phainon's persistency doesn't stop, permeating the peace in the garden of life.
even mydei sounds concerned when he asks if you were going to respond.
"i should," you grumble, scrolling past a dozen notifications that all erupted within the past few minutes.
Phainon: Please respond
Phainon: Are my messages going through?
Phainon: Y/n?
Phainon: We can go to your favourite honeycakes spot. My treat!
Phainon: I wanted to apologise in person, so can we meet?
Phainon: Or, not… I can wait until you're ready…
Phainon: Are you still upset at me?
finally, he's gone quiet. you could finally read his past texts without a barrage of messages trying to overtake the ones you were already struggling to read.
"i don't know what to say to him right now, though," you groan.
"you could start with 'hi'." a familiar, unexpected voice appears from your right, scaring you upright as a small yelp slips from your throat. the culprit? your beloved, overly clingy boyfriend who has been growing more and more anxious with every second that you left him on delivered, desperate pleas awaiting a response that he wasn't receiving.
even the chimeras around you jump from phainon's sudden entrance. where did he even come from? has he been searching for you?
"don't scare me like that!" you exclaim before turning your body away from him, refusing to even glance at him as he takes a seat beside you. you then notice the sudden disappearance of the kremnoan prince, slithering away so subtly that you didn't hear or see him leave. "where'd mydei go-"
"no idea, but he's not important right now," phainon shuffles closer, so much so that your thighs were almost touching. "can we talk?"
your brows furrow imperceptibly.
"are you still mad?"
your gaze remains intently on the green grass, occassionally flickering to the chimeras that have now dispersed, as if sensing trouble in paradise.
"i'm sorry," you turn your head away and a lump forms in phainon's throat as he stares pitifully at the back of your head. "can't you at least look at me so i can express it earnestly?"
"i appreciate the apology, but i really don't want to talk to you right now."
his heart— his fragile, delicate heart feels like shattering into a million pieces.
it does when you push yourself up and hurry away from him.
but he refuses to let this opportunity go, not when you're right within reach, so phainon simply collects the shards and chases after you, desperately calling out your name. just before you're about to reach the entrance to the humid bathhouse, he intercepts your path, cutting in front of you with his arms spread so you couldn't dodge around him.
"let me go," you push at his shoulders and chest and biceps, trying to find a way around him, but nothing works, he remains as unmoving as a mountain.
you stop resisting when his hands cup your face, engulfed by his large palms as you glance past him, refusing to meet his gaze. your emotions are clear as day; the glossiness in your eyes, the tear-stains that line your skin, the slight puffiness and flushed cheeks, phainon's frown deepens when he sees the aftermath of what he caused.
he whispers your name sadly, as if your tears could physically affect him and knock the wind from his lungs. to think that he was responsible for this, hurting you to the point that you had gone to seek solace in another man, letting him see the grievances he was responsible for.
with a bated breath, he rubs your cheek with his thumb. "i'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to hurt you."
you grab his wrists to pull them away from your face, but like magnets, his hands find purchase on your shoulders instead, grip persistent and stubborn, adamant on rooting you to your spot so you can't disappear. not into the arms of another man because he was not good enough.
"we both got carried away in the heat of the moment," you finally meet his gaze, the fatigue in your eyes present, the usual light in them now dimmed. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have stormed out the way i did."
"and i should have listened to you more, i didn't mean to say everything i did."
"they still hurt to hear."
"i know- i'll apologise a thousand times over, even if you can't find yourself forgiving me."
you sigh. "i will eventually, but lets talk about it later, more civil this time."
he nods, relieved when you allow him to hold your cheek without dispute, even leaning into his warmth. his voice is small when he asks, "what were you doing with mydei?"
phainon tries not to let his insecurity show so obviously, but he wears his heart on his sleeves and his emotions bleed out before he can even stop it.
"i ran into him, he said i seemed upset so he spent some time with me. that's all."
"so you didn't purposefully seek him out?"
"are you worried i did?"
he shrugs, barely hiding his relief. "in the future, rely on me, okay? talk to me instead, no matter what."
for the first time in hours, you laugh. your chest, previously weighed down by a heavy stone of anger and sadness, now feels exponentially lighter as you let giggles escape, cheeks growing sorer by the second. "you know that's not realistic. how can i complain about you to you?"
"i wouldn't mind. the council of elders have twisted my name more than you ever could."
HAIII im really sorry if im bothering you (｡ ́︿ ̀｡) i genuinely dont know where i should send this, but since im here, might as well hehehe:p (also p.s im sorry if i am talking about this topic in the wrong blog :( i apologize truly )
TODORIINNN you are genuinely one of my favorite phai writers… like i genuinely giggle like a stereotypical anime girl whenever i read ur fics/drabbles🥹🥹 so!!! today i was in the mood of going through your account to see if u made any more fics/drabbles (whatever you wanna call it heh…) AND TELL MY WHY I LITERALLY EXPLODED WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT YOURE EARTHTOOZ???? i dont even know why it took me so long to discover this… (*｀へ´*)
but this made my day EVEN better since earthtooz is also one of my top 5 favorite hsr writers on tumblr🥹🥹 i genuinely love your writings soso much that it cheers me up whenever in feeling down or maybe stressed. (´▽｀) LIKE UR STUFF HAS AND ALWAYS BEEN MY SHIT since that dr. ratio drabble^^
JUST SAYING ILOVEVEVVE YOUR WRITINGS PLS NEVAA STOP and also please take care of yourself and dont burn yourself out whenever you are feeling unmotivated ^^
putting my earthtooz hat on to answer this kekw
hahahaha... surprise..??? >_< tis mEEEE, your local friendly earthie just on a completely different account xDD i can't blame anyone for not knowing, i actually like it when people just follow both accounts for the writing and not because they know it's earth on another account miimimii (or follow todoriin first without knowing it's earth...), it's gratifying that my writing was good enough to follow for lmao
that's so nice !! thank you for being considerate about where to send this ask nonnie, but i don't mind at all, such kind messages are always appreciated no matter where they are sent. i'm glad both earthtooz and todoriin are on your list of writers you love, i'm so honoured :,33
i hope i can continue writing fics that will cheer you up !! trust, earthtooz and todoriin will be around for a while, i don't think i will be giving this up anytime :,))
My fav phainon smut writer....when are you going to bless us with a new fic
let him unwrap me, phainon x afab!reader
in which, you’re stumped on what to get phainon for christmas. luckily, he likes just about everything you give him.
bondage (afab!reader), 2.7k words, NSFW MDNI, safe word mention but not actually used, fingering, creampie, multiple rounds, reader wears lingerie. ‘new fic when?! right now, actually! and i'm making it christmas related, so here's some kinky sex for the holiday spirit!
You would have never guessed that finding a Christmas present for Phainon would be this headache-inducing. After celebrating his birthday, and then your monthly anniversaries, you truly were drained of ideas, having exercised so much thought into each milestone that he insisted on celebrating.
It doesn't help that he's just too damn good at knowing what you want, blowing the last gift out of the park. Every time you glanced at the boxes that sat wrapped underneath your tree, guilt gnawed more and more at your gut.
Who knew having the best boyfriend gave you more to worry about?
Even when asked, not even the culprit himself can give you the answer you desire.
"You're all I want, my love," he says, eyes bright and vibrant as they glance up to you from his book.
You're about to lose your mind. "Ok fine, then what about what you need?"
"Well, you're all I need, too."
A fruitless conversation provides a fruitless outcome, so you retreat back to your bedroom, defeated and anxious with Christmas creeping ever closer. Well, if you're supposedly all he 'wants' or 'needs'... then why not resort to a... classic... more courageous gift.
That decision has led you to where you are now: waiting for Phainon to get home as you sit on your shared bed, heart racing as your hands and feet are bound by silky, blue ribbons, wrapped around your limbs multiple times and tied into a haphazard knot; whatever you could work them into with limited movement.
Sat pretty and waiting in lacy lingerie, your boyfriend should be coming through the front door any minute now, given he texted that he was leaving Aglaea's Christmas celebration twenty minutes ago.
You just hope your little surprise won't send him into cardiac arrest.
When the front door unlocks, and the sound of footsteps stepping through rings around the apartment, you gulp.
"I'm home!" He yells, shuffling vaguely heard from down the hallway.
"Welcome home, Phainon!" You call back, adjusting your position on the made sheets so that your legs were tucked into a mermaid-like fashion.
"Where are you, baby?"
"I'm- I'm in our bedroom."
His footsteps padding down the hallway makes your heart stutter uncomfortably, and when the door swings open, your spine straightens.
He freezes in his tracks. Eyes wide and mouth pathetically agape as he stares.
And stares.
And stares...
"B-Babe- I-I," he runs a hand through his hair, bewildered, "what's this for?"
"It's your Christmas gift," you splay your hands from where they're bound by your wrist, shy smile on your face.
He murmurs a curse under his breath, spluttering and stumbling over to you on the sheets, cheeks now beginning to flush an embarrassingly bright shade of red, slowly creeping to his ears too. Phainon's blue eyes continuously roam up and down your figure, lingering especially long on your bindings.
"This is all for me?" He places his hands on either side of your thighs and leans in, eyes now half-lidded from where they gaze into yours.
"All yours, Phai. You like it?"
One of his larger, warm hands run along your jaw, tilting your face to look up at him. "I love everything you give me, my love, but this..." he falters, "I might love this a little too much."
"I trust you."
"You do?"
"Of course."
"Safe word whenever you need it, my love," is all he murmurs before his eyelashes flutter close, and his soft lips are pressed against yours. His touch is light, dancing along your skin as his mouth moves against yours. Eventually, his hand rests on the back of your head to guide you down, and once you're splayed on the sheets, Phainon lifts himself up to bask in your radiance, eyes absorbing every last bit of you despite how many times you’ve let him see you like this.
Then, he takes your wrist and lifts it above your head, pinning your hands to the mattress and exposing your chest as the lingering warmth of where your hands were pressed against your skin dissipates. Appreciation shines brightly in his blue eyes, and you don't miss the way his breath shakes.
"Beautiful," he whispers, lips travelling southbound.
Featherlight kisses trail down your skin. Every time his tongue laves over a sensitive spot (of which he knows like the back of his hand), a small whimper escapes from your throat, and you try your best to suppress a shudder.
Every time you do so, he chuckles a little against your skin.
"Phainon..." you shiver.
"Patience, my love, I want to appreciate my gift. Take my time unwrapping it," he all but purrs, fingers playing with the band of your panties, of which leave nothing to the imagination. "This set... is it new?"
You nod.
"You're too sweet. You buy it just for me?"
"I thought it'd suit your taste. Knew you'd like it."
"Again, I love everything you give," his eyes dart to your tied hands, and where you've tucked them back to your chest.
Suddenly, he's reaching for the ribbon and scissors you've left on the bedside table, deftly grabbing some of his own. You watch, curious, desire stewing deep in your gut as you watch his hands work.
The same hands that grab your wrist, and bond your ribbon to the headboard with the one in his hands.
"I'm not gonna tie it super strong, so don't break it, okay?" He whispers. "Keep your hands up, and behave."
You gulp but nod regardless, testing your range of movement with the new bondage, and he waits, assessing your reaction with a keen eye. When you reassure him that it's okay, he's trailing back down along your body, face-to-face with your leaking entrance once again.
There's an obvious damp patch along the lace now, and you're only more flustered when Phainon brings your tied feet up so the back of your knees are resting over his shoulder. Then, his hand sneaks into the fabric and with a ghost of a moan, you mewl at the sensation of his fingers running along your slit. Rubbing up and down to collect your slick, but never entering, with your limited range of movement, you can't even react as he continues spreading your folds with his pointer and middle finger.
"So wet, you're unreal," he breathes and without warning, his digits sink in.
"Phainon!" You keen, turning your head to the side to dig it into the sheets. "K-Keep going!"
He listens obediently, spreading your walls with scissoring and beckoning movements, opening you up to prepare for his size, the heel of his palm stimulating your clit as he conitnues.
When he retracts his fingers, you whine at the loss of contact, about to complain until you see him suck his hand dry, tongue collecting every last drop. Haplessly, Phainon's hands fumble with his belt, shoving his pants and boxers off, followed by his shirt, leaving him completely naked, boner standing upright.
You don't get much time to admire his size though, not when he's lifting your legs to rest over one shoulder again. Then, you feel the tip of his shaft being pressed between your thighs, just above where you need him the most.
You yelp when his dick begins sliding through your legs, his blunt head red as the rest of his member is squeezed between your thighs. You feel him through the material of your panties well, the roughness of the lace being the only thing separating you, rubbing into your slit as his warmth and hardness causes you to throw your head back, shaking involuntarily when it catches against the hood of your clit.
Every thrust he makes has his precum leaking more and more, until it drips onto your lower stomach, spreading.
Phainon's fingers hook both sides of your panties and lifts them straight off, sticking to your dampness for a split second before you're exposed to the air. You are given barely any time to adjust before his dick is being slotting through your thighs again, but now without the barrier, you can feel the veins running under his shaft against you now. His dick collecting and spreading your own juices, mingling with his precum as the both of you are a moaning mess.
"Squeeze your thighs more, sunshine," he whimpers, hugging your legs tighter from where he thrusts back and forth. "I-I'm close."
You do as told, aiding him in his ministrations as he recklessly chases after his high. When he reaches it, white splatters all over your stomach, even catching onto your bra as his pelvis stutters to a stop.
He pants heavily, snowy hair now sticking to his forehead as his eyelashes flutter, thumb rubbing circles into your thigh, a silent way of expressing adoration and appreciation.
However, you know Phainon, and you know him well, and one round will never be enough to satisfy him. He could be shooting blanks and couldn't care less that he was still fucking you like his life depended on it, so when his blunt head is pressed against your folds this time, member hard and alive once more, you accept your fate and scream when he breaches your walls.
Despite being stretched out and very aroused, his girth is still a tight fit, only getting thicker with each inch he inserts into you.
You convulse against the sheets, fingers twitching and toes curling when he slowly bottoms out, his hands rubbing your inner thighs comfortingly as pitched moans slip past your lips. He's in no better shape, collapsing onto one hand as he presses you into a more… demanding position, slightly stretching your hamstring and nerves as he gasps and whines at the way you twitch around him.
"Y-You're squeezing me so tight, my love, f-feels so good," he whimpers.
"Oh my-" you squeal when he rolls his hips, member hitting an even deeper spot than before. "Phainon, p-please, move."
Adjusting his position, you whimper as he moves his hips back, dragging his length along his walls before slamming back in. Your leg twitches from where it's thrown over his shoulder, and he presses multiple kisses into your calf, eyes locked with yours as desire swims in them, drowning his softer blues, keenly watching you fall apart with each thrust.
His dick, so heavy, so thick, so good, it sits so snug in you, he spreads you so well, it's mind-numbing. Are you drooling? Seriously? You can't even wipe it away!
Biting your bottom lip, your eyes are locked on where his hips meet your ass, his balls slamming against your dripping cunt every time. The sensation and sinful sound of skin-hitting-skin makes you throw your head back, hair now properly mussed with how you've been convulsing against the sheets.
With his relentless thrusts, your chest began spilling out the fabric that was supporting it.
"B-babe," you whimper, a familiar buildup rising in your core. From how well he's ruining you, hitting that spongey spot that has you keening, combined with his previous thigh-fucking, it's only inevitable that the pleasure begins peaking. "I'm close, I'm so close."
"Come for me," he says, "I'm almo- ah- almost there too, w-we can come together."
He pistons his hips into you and next thing you know, the knot in your gut snaps, and you're gushing everywhere. It gets on his pelvis, his thighs, even his lower stomach, but the mess doesn't deter him, only provoking him more as he wildly chases after his own pleasure.
It has you crying, the way his thick, hard member drags relentlessly through your walls, coaxing every last bit of your high from you.
Until warmth suddenly explodes in you, a heat that's so familiar and intimate that you sigh at the sensation of your insides being painted as Phainon sits snugly inside you. His dick softens inside your walls, and he shudders when you convulse around him, his eyes hazy yet soft as they admire you, hands still running up and down, from your waist to the middle of your thigh.
When he slides out of you, your cunt convulses at the emptiness, already longing for his length and to be stretched out again. His touch feels electric, pricking your senses as your chest rises up and down frantically, lungs chasing after your own breath as Phainon gently lowers your legs to the mattress.
Then, he climbs closer to you, a soft smile dancing along his lips when he leans in to kiss your forehead, his large hands now gently running through your hair, brushing it all out of your face. Quiet praise is whispered against your hairline and you bask in it.
Until you feel his hand crawling down your chest, cupping your flesh and squeezing it. When his thumb plays with your nipple, you're forced to become a moaning, keening mess, especially when he drags the fabric down, exposing you completely to him.
You bring your knees up slightly when his mouth encompasses one of your tits, tongue laving the areola, flicking your nipple with the muscle. It has you squeezing your thighs helplessly, and you're now feeling globs of his cum drip from your entrance, down to the sheets, all while he's playing with one breast and sucking on the other.
"Ah- Phainon!" You squeal, "gentle!"
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, voice thick with lust as he reaches over you for the scissors on the nightstand. With them, he cuts the ribbon that was binding you to the headboard, and effortlessly manhandles you to lie on your stomach instead. "I'm not done, though."
Lo and behold, when he presses his dick against your ass, you gulp at how hard he is again, the member poking into your behind from all that provocation. Your breathless noises and mewling as he was drooling all over your chest clearly had an impact on him.
Phainon lifts your hips up to insert a pillow underneath you, propping you up into a position where he could easily fuck you into submission.
Not that he would find much resistance anyways, your muscles and limbs are now like putty, as pliant as your entrance when he shoves his whole length in. Despite your little scream, your body readily welcomed him in, cunt squeezing and sucking him. He grins when his dick twitches inside you, your bodies reacting so well to each other.
Unexpectedly, his fingers nimbly undo the clasp of your bra, causing you to gasp as it falls off your shoulders. With his help, it slides off and is thrown aside, probably landing right where he discarded your ruined panties.
As you were propped up on your elbows, his hand crawls down your side and encompasses your breast, making you hunch into the front of his muscular chest when he fondles with it. The second round has barely begun and you're already about to cum, just from having his dick spear your walls and playing with you, does Phainon know how much power he has?
You're weakly moaning his name again and again with each thrust he makes into your gummy heat, fingers clawing at the sheets as you eventually collapse against them, face pressed into the softness of the covers.
The combined spend from the past two round makes it easy, but it also adds to the debauched sounds that your bodies were making, sex and desire permeating into every inch of the atmosphere. Yet, love still persists, even when he fucks into you, Phainon presses gentle kisses against your neck, shoulders, and back, paired with lines of praise that are murmured into your skin, hoping to engrain them into your pores so the magnitude of his love will stay with you.
So while he claims you his with how deep he reaches, how vulnerable you bear yourself to him, you will always trust Phainon.
His length drags in and out along your walls, blunt tip hitting your cervix every so often with this new position, the climax building in your gut returns. He guides you through it, and without warning, the pleasure plateus quicker than you expected, walls convulsing wildly when you come undone.
The way your cunt squeezing him so well, clenching around him, it was inevitable that he'd paint your insides white again. With a strangled groan, he shoots out strings and strings of cum, pressed right against your ass before collapsing on top of you, cock still nestled snug in your walls, plugging you full with two rounds of spend. He didn’t want a drop of it to spill, even if you’re whining about it.
there's something extra i wanted to talk about for say your stupid line, warning for nsfw! afab!reader
following your... discussion, phainon inadvertently becomes obsessed with always being in your gaze, always being in your line of sight. he holds onto you tighter, never letting you stray too far away from him, squeezing your hand twice as a silent way to ask for your attention.
he'll take you out shopping but the second he thinks your gaze has strayed away from him for too long, absorbed by store mannqeuins and displays instead, he'll pout and tug on your laced fingers, causing your head to flick back to him. when he swipes his card and carries your bags, he'll stare at you, silently asking for a kiss or a sentence of praise.
because isn't he so useful? isn't he so good to you? don't you want to keep him around forever? you should give him a reward for his devotion.
anything that reassured him that you still needed him in the way that he needed you, because he needs you. like the air he needed to breathe, like the water he needed to drink, like the food he needed to consume, he doesn't know what he'd do if he doesn't have you, and even worse: he doesn't know what he'd do if you didn't feel the same anymore.
the pain slowly claws at his chest, only smoothing over when he's in your eyes. he can't take it, please keep looking at me, he'll plead mentally, but never saying the words out loud.
until you're in the middle of intimacy and your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head, shutting tight when he's hitting a spot too deep.
phainon's always been too big for his own good, and it doesn't help that he knows how to make you fall apart so effortlessly. paired with his neediness and stamina, you're no stranger to late nights, sometimes even going until dawn as he makes it his personal mission to be as deep in your guts as he possibly can.
but now, he fucks you like he has something to prove, hips pistoning into you relentlessly, continuously hitting that spot that has you melting in his hands.
you can feel the result of all the past rounds seeping out your weeping, spent pussy, soiling your skin and the sheets below, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, doesn't slow down his thrusts as he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you even closer, tearing you away from the sheets that you cling so tightly onto.
with your scrambled mind and clouded vision, eyes half-open, you don't see the subtle displeasure that creeps on his face. despite how you suck him in, hugging his member so well and snug, a heavy knot sits in his chest.
so, he leans down, pressing his chest flush to yours as his hand forces your face to turn to him. your gaze meet his and his heart stutters, but when he thrusts, hitting a new, deeper position, you're throwing your head back, mewling.
"keep looking at me," he grumbles between gritted teeth, hips stuttering when you tilt your head forward to him again. "i-i need to see you, please, don't look away."
then, he slides a pillow to sit under your head, propping your neck up and something clicks back into place when he gets to see your dazed expression staring up at him.
"t-too deep-hnn, phai-" you cry, closing your eyes and reaching for the pillow behind your head, holding onto it as a way of grounding you.
he frowns, grabbing your wrists to guide them to wrap around his wide shoulders instead, sighing when he feels your nails scratch into his skin. "hold onto me, i'm all you need, okay? so- so just, use me, keep your eyes on me."
you do as told, the scorching heat of his body pressed right against you as he drags his cock in and out of your clenching walls, hitting your cervix with every push, teasing you with every pull, until that familiar buildup in your core returns.
"phai- i-i'm close," you whimper, dragging your nails across the plane of his muscular back.
"y-yeah? i've got you, sunshine," he reassures.
with a few more thrusts, the coil in your gut comes undone, and you feel warmth splatter into you, his dick pressed right against your cervix as another load fills your already-stuffed hole.
he doesn't pull out, keeping you plugged full as your walls flutter wildly. he devours your yelp of surprise when he kisses you, dick shamelessly twitching with each lick he makes in your mouth, exploring teeth and tongue, permeating every aspect of you so he can hold it close to his heart.
and delude himself into thinking that you need him just as desperately he needs you.
"i love you," he murmurs, grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips delicately, the pinnacle of affection and admiration swimming in his expression, "so keep your eyes on me, okay sunshine? look only at me."
and if he fucks you in missionary for the nth time that night, despite how much he loved flipping you around on the mattress, you wouldn't mind, right? you wouldn't say anything as he pressed you into the sheets, thrusts growing increasingly desperate as his cries for you to keep looking at him grow increasingly needy, right?
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