Neha ☆

The night is dark, a cool chill filling the air as you and Blade walk back to his apartment. Sharp air blows into your nose with each inhale, each breath filling your lungs as both of your footsteps echo together, as if your souls were in sync with each other.

"The sky is beautiful tonight," you point out, silently counting each star.

Blade says nothing, steady arms reach out to pull you closer to him, dragging you before you could walk into a light post.

The two of you enter the apartment building, the elevator beeping as he brings you up to his room. The same routine you two have been doing for weeks, but have yet to get accustomed to.

Tonight, however, is different. Instead of heated kisses, sloppily making out on his bed, the two of you enter and sit on floor near his bed, leading against the mattress. He pulls out a lighter and blunt from his pocket, lighting the tip and placing the other end into his mouth. He tips his head back, smooth black hair cascading down his shoulders as a heart-shaped puff of smoke leaves his mouth. Meanwhile, you hug your legs to your chest, gently resting your cheek on your knees as you stare at him, soaking in every shape and contour. After a bit, you start fidgeting with yohr fingers, tracing small patterns into the carpet beneath you.

"...You're uncomfortable." He finally says, his gaze meeting yours.

"No....it's just..." you start, unable to clearly get the words out. "Why do you do it so much?"

At this, he's silent before answering. A true testament to the honesty of his response.

"It helps with the pain," he finally says, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. "Both physically and emotionally"

"Can I try?"

"..."

"..."

"You sure?" He says, breaking the silence. "You've never had...at least not that I know."

"I know...but I'm curious,"

Gently, Blade pulls you into his lap, spreading your legs to have you straddle him. You're suddenly hyper-aware of the tobacco-scented smoke around you. Calloused fingers trace your skin, slowly dragging from your cheek to your lips. Puzzled, you gesture to the fact that you're currently, quite literally sitting on his dick.

"Relax, it feels better this way."

"For you or for me?" You say, raising a brow.

"Open." He says in response, bringing the blunt up to his lips. Before they can meet, you give him a confused look, before he opens your mouth himself, pulling your bottom lip down. He inhales the smoke, and then brings his lips closer to yours, tilting your chin up. Slowly, his lips encompass yours, chapped and cold against yours. Blade exhales into your mouth, the chemicals making your head go light as a warm feeling overtakes you.

"Feel good?" He asks, a tiny smirk evident on his lips. He doesn't need to wait for an answer, though. Your half-lidded eyes and partially opened mouth are already an answer in themselves.

"Good." Blade states, flipping you over onto the floor. He places the hand holding the blunt right below your head, his left hand going to hold your hands above you. Cold kisses burn against your cheek, trailing down to underneath your ear, before his lips travel to your neck. He bites down hard, warmth traveling down your neck as he licks it up, knee coming to press in between your legs.

"Open." He says, and this time you readily obey. The blunt makes its way pass your lips, the edge tasting slightly like tobacco.

"Inhale," Blade's voice says, gentle in your ear. "...and, exhale"

This time, the weight from your muscles relaxing. You feel heavy and light at the same time, your mohth drying up.

"Good?" Blade asks, checking in with you.

"Perfect," you respond, arms tugging by the shirt to bring him closer to your body, his warmth enveloping you.

"We should probably get that off," he says, pulling off his shirt as he takes yours off as well, leaving the two of you shirtless on his floor.

Blade moves to kiss you again, but first you gently hold his face in your hands, tucking his hair behind his ears. Gently, you trace his eyeliner, then go down to trace his lips.

"You are so perfect, Blade," you muttered out curling his hair as you bring him in for a kiss.

He freezes in his tracks, amber eyes fidgeting back and forth between yours. A small blush covers his cheeks and ears, his breath picking up ever-so-slightly.

"Ah, so he does have a weak spot, after all," you gently tease, before he puts the blunt back into your mouth.

"Shut up. It's just the drugs," he replies, guiding you to inhale and exhale once again. Unconsciously, you grind your hips against his as your head becomes lighter, fuzzier.

Slowly, Blade starts moving to your legs, kissing your clothed cunt before slowly pulling off your pants, discarding them elsewhere. He brings his lips closer to you, warm tongue slightly licking and leaving cold kisses.

"Blade..." you say, moving to cover your face with your arms. He says nothing in response, save for a small bite to your clothed cunt. Before you can protest, Blade moves to pull out a wooden box from under his bed.

"Let me show you something" is the only thing he says while helping you sit up. Uncovering it, he reveals s small collection of weapons. A handgun, a pair of handcuffs, and a thick, sharp knife.

"Blade..." you say a little sharper now, heart rate picking up. You can barely hear his scoff over the sound of your blood rushing to your ears, heartbeat racing inside your ribs.

"Shush." Is all he says before laying you back down with a kiss, the scent of tobacco making you even more lightheaded.

Slowly, he starts kissing down your body, carefully taking each piece of clothing until you have on nothing but your underwear. He brings the blunt up to your mouth again, urging you to have some more, to get even higher. He takes the blunt into his nouth, inhaling and holding it before coming closer to your face again. He smells of tobacco and sweat, a dizzying combination that makes this start to feel too real.

"Blade!" You more so scold him this time. "This is getting too-" before you can finish, he shuts you up with a kiss, exhaling the breath into your mouth. This kiss was different, more possessive in a way. As if he wanted to absorb your very being, to drink in and savour every breath your soul had to offer.

"Breathe." He says, sternly. "I'm right here." This time, he brings his hands to cup your cheeks, forcing you too look him in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"

Not trusting yourself to speak, to quietly nod, your eyes darting to look at each of Blade's.

"Good." And now, he returns to your drenched underwear, taking one of the knives before lining up the blade. He softly cuts off the fabric, a cool chill hitting you as it cleanly drops off. Slowly, he trails the rough edge of the blade against your clit, causing your hips to jump back a bit at the feeling. The texture makes your thighs tense up under his fingers, which squeeze your flesh to keep you pinned underneath him.

"Lemme try something..." he mutters to himself casually, as if he were cooking a new meal. Gently, he rubs the flat edge of the knife against your clit, the cool metal making you involuntarily jump away from his touch.

"Stay still." Blade's harsh voice meets your ears, making you unintentionally squirm.

A soft "S–sorry," leaves your mouth, your inability to form proper sentences making itself evident.

With a few slaps of the knife against your cunt, you slowly start to feel even more sensitive, too wired from the weed and the feeling of Blade in between your thighs. The heavy air, the flickering of his lights, roughness of his carpet, amd even the tickle of his hair against your thighs had you squirming, too aware of everything happening around you.

"Blade it's too-" you start to say, before you geel his lips against yours, heavy breaths intertwining with your own.

"Trust me, yeah?" is all Blade says before you feel cold metal against your wrists. A soft click lets you know that he handcuffed your hands, and before you could even protest, you feel the cool barrel of the gun against your skin. Leaning back on his knees, Blade slowly drags in against you. First, he starts right underneath your chin, then slowly dragging to your chest. The barrel is pressed up right against your racing chest, the safety clicking off.

"Blade-" you say out softly, dilated eyes looking up at him.

"Breathe." He tells you again, this time breathing in and out with you. When your heartbeat slows down, he trails the gun to your clit, the hole of the barrel floating right over the bundle of nerves.

Harshly, he kisses you, keeping your bottom lip trapped in his teeth. He nibbles gently at it, until the taste of warm iron lingers on your tongue. His left hand moves to your throat, waiting until you breathe out (barely) to start squeezing. His other hand, holding the gun, slowly inserts the tip of the barrel inside of you, sliding inside of you embarrassingly easily. Blade notices the way yhat your face scrunched up, and decides to fucking twist the gun, making the ridges rub right against every good spot.

Spreading your legs even wider with his, Blade picks up the pace of his right hand, while bringing you closer by your neck with his left hand.

"Cumming, cumming Blade pleaseeee-" you barely manage to whimper out, before wetting the gun. The adrenaline is still flowing through your veins, making your cuffed arms move to claw at Blade's forearm.

"Careful..." he says, voice rasping, before unbuttoning his pants. Before you can protest, he's wrapping the leather around your neck, tightening it into a collar. Your mouth falls open, slightly drooling from both the pleasure and the sight of his bulge. You've seen him like this multiple times before, but you'd be damned to say that you've never been impressed purely by his physique. Samll, yet defined waist littered with scars, abs and veins decorating his torso. A prominent vein on his lower right side, a nice happy trail trailing from under his pants to his lower abdomen.

"Ready?" He says, leaning over you as he lines up the tip, gently kissing underneath your ear. He doesn't wait for an answer, and instead bottoms out at once, a sharp whine leaving yohr mouth. You can't even complain, or say his name correctly. A trail of incoherent moans and bubbles leave your mouth, your cuffed hands moving down to his hips, desperately trying to push him away.

"Cut it out." He says, staying bottomed out as he lifts up the bed with one hand. His other comes to drag your arms so that the chain is looped around the leg, trapping you.

"Bladie..." you softly say, pouting at him as he cups your cheeks together. Now, the drugs are truly starting to affect you, your head rolling back as he tugs the leash, pulling you closer to him.

"Quiet." He says now, a soft blush on his face and he grinds his hips down onto yours, forcing you to toss your head back onto his floor, your back attempting to arch into him. Slowly, he grinds in circles, cuasing your legs to shake.

"Just fuck me," you barely mumble out, and fuck you he does. Before you can say any further, Blade starts slapping his hips against you, tilting your hips to hit that one spot that he could only know from experience. The sensitivity, combined with the cool feeling of his piercings rub up against you, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

"Slow..." you try to say, or babble really. At yhis point, all words slur together, and you can barely make out what he whispers into your ear.

"Doesn't this feel good, hmm? Just staying here and being a good little slut for me, hm?" Blade whispers into your ear, groaning at the feeling of you tightening around him. Drool rolls past your lips, and you start fighting the restraints, feeling him slowly down and fucking grind himself against your clit. His happy trails starts tickling against your clit, and you suddenly fall over the edge, ears ringing as your thighs shake against his hips.

"Aww, your're so loud..." he says, tilting your head up to force you too look at him. "Cumming already?" He mocks, cooing in your ear. You whine out a string of yes's, incoherently babbling how he's too much, too deep as he raises your hips, aiming to hit even deeper.

"Too bad." Is all Blade says, covering your lips with his palm. His body crushes yours into the floor, spreading your legs even wider as he grinds deeper into you, teasing your most sensitive parts. The belt around your neck tightens, and he's using it to fuck you onto him as well, calloused hands tightening it. The blood flow slowly cuts off slightly, and fuck you feel even more lightheaded, your body feeling weightless as Blade forces you to cum harder, your legs kicking out beneath him.

"Again," Blade says this time, amber eyes at you as he continues to slowly grind, forcing you to the edge again and again.

Okay but imagine, taking care of Phainon.

Washing his hair, softly massaging his head as he hums about his day as a chrysos heir. Sure, the warmth of the hero baths are comforting, but nothing beats the warmth of your arms.

The hot water cascading over him, eyes shut as he's finally able to grant himself a moment of peace. Massaging his shoulders, which finally ease under your touch. Hugging him, pulling him into your lap as he hums while you gently brush his hair, yapping about your day.

Phainon, who hugs you just a little bit too tightly at night, a lingering fear in the back of his mind that you, too, would get swallowed up by the Black Tide. Laying in bed with you, on his stomach with his left leg and arm wrapped around you. Sometime in the night, it gets changed to him sneaking his right arm and leg underneath you, burying your head into his chest while he rests his on yours. Sometimes, he doesn't sleep at night, instead just laying next to you, admiring your features, wondering how someone as sweet as you could love someone as broken as him. The whole of Amphoreus knows him to be a hero, a renowned man with accomplishments even the gods themselves would envy. But to Phainon, his greatest achievement is the fact that even he can be loved by you. 

Phainon, sitting at his desk shirtless throughout the dawn. Waking up early before the sun even gets a chance to rise, working on paperwork he had told Aglaea he would take on. Some days, he doesn't even wake up, already sleepless when he gets up to work on the papers. You're waken up, his shirt hanging off your torso as the cool air pricks at your skim. Your vision is still groggy with sleep, a silent yawn escaping your mouth. The quiet is soothing, still and steady in its wake. The warm light cascades over his back, perfectly highlighting the muscles in a way that leaves you entranced. The way his broad back rises and falls paints him in an absolutely majestic way, the curve of his shoulders outlined by the light. There’s a stillness about him, one that draws your gaze and holds it. His white hair is slightly messy, falling in uneven strands, disheveled from sleep and your earlier activities, falling over his brow in soft, tousled waves. The two strands on top making a cute heart shape. You can tell he hasn’t bothered to fix it since waking and somehow, that only makes him look more achingly beautiful. You watch him in silence, your heart swelling at the sight. Every movement of his arm, every small tilt of his head feels like a secret you’ve been given permission to witness, like a door that's been opened only for your eyes. As you take in the sight of Phainon, you notice the way his shoulder blades flex subtly with each movement of his arms as he works. The defined muscles stretching, hinting at the power contained within. Those shoulders that hold a weight older than time itself, tense from years of endless pressure. His biceps bulge slightly as he reaches up to rub his temple, a sign of concentration. Your gaze traces the lines of his body, from his wide shoulders down to his trim waist, admiring the V-shape of his torso.

The quiet strength he carries, the gentleness beneath it — it all tugs at something deep within you. The way that he could be so overpowering, yet holding nothing but love…

He pauses, as if feeling your gaze on him, and slowly turns his head. His eyes find yours. Those familiar, sky-bright eyes that never fail to soften when they meet your own.

“You're staring”, he whispers, a light blush evident on his cheeks. 

“I know….can you blame me, though?” You whisper back, curling into the sheets.

Phainon chuckles under his breath, the sound low and warm, akin to the sound of fire crackling in a fireplace. He stands and crosses the room toward you, the early light following him. As he approaches, you can't help but appreciate the way his thighs flex with each step, the muscles rolling beneath his skin. When he reaches you, he picks you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I hate to disturb you from such a lovely sight, but I thought you might want some breakfast. What would you like, my love?" he offers kindly, ready to cater to your every need, as always.

“Wanna stay with you,” you say, snuggling into his chest as his body offers you some much-needed warmth. 

Phainon, who lets you drift back to sleep in his lap as he works, relishing in the way your body relaxes on top of his. By the time you wake up, you're laying on the couch, woken up by the smell of your favorite breakfast. Of course he learned how to make it just for you. The two of you, going about your day, and you always find little poems hidden in your pockets, unsure of how they got there. 

“You are the fated dawn I have fought for so long to protect. For if you were the sun, I know I would always be Icarus, destined to fall to your light.”

You would chuckle at these, at the way that Phainon could be such an absolute dork sometimes. He would hold you tightly, arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if to exclaim to every Chrysos Heir, “this is the person I love!!” He brings you lunch, somedays when you don't even ask for it. Some days he would even take you out to have lunch, or to a picnic somewhere. Being a Chrysos Heir, a lot of people would get too involved with his personal life. In private times like these, it's where he is the most at peace. Laying with you, having nothing to do. 

Phainon, who, in everything that he does, is messy (😏). When he eats, sometimes food is on his cheek, sometimes left purposefully just to feel your hand brushing against him, leaning into your touch. It's times like these that he can be vulnerable, he can allow himself the luxury of being human. When the sun sets, he would sweep you away from whatever you were doing before, just to take you to lay on a rooftop in Okhema. The two of you, watching the sunset. During times like these, his face is more melodramatic, the light creating softer shadows on his gentle features. His hair would be blowing lightly in the wind, eyes squinting when he looks at you and smiles, offering his jacket if it got too cold.

Phainon, who brings you gifts at the end of the day. Antiques that he thought matched your style, the things that you liked. A small locket with a photo of the two of you, one with your favorite little designs engraved on the outside. Another antique, the color of your eyes when the sunrise hits them at the ending of dawn. 

Phainon, laying with you underneath the stars. He would teach you about constellations you didn't know, and vice versa. His arms enveloping yours as the two of you lay in silence, breathing in sync. He'd yap about his day and you about yours, and somewhere along the conversation, a little “am I enough?” slips from Phainon's mouth. The sound is so low, so small that it doesn't even feel real at that point. 

“Of course you're enough, you big dummy” you say, looking up at him. The sight makes your heart swell, seeing that longing face of his. Though his body is right next to yours, it still feels as though he's a million years in the future, deep blue eyes lost in thought. His bangs blow towards you in the wind, the shadow adding a new depth to his face. 

“When the new tomorrow comes, I'l show you all of Aedes Elysiae. The wheat fields, the new constellations. Show you how tell the changing of seasons from just the harvest alone. I'll take care of you, show you my home I had before you…”

“It's a date then, Khaslana.”

“Okay, so as x approaches 0, the limit is—hey, you listenin?” your boyfriend, and un-paid, part time calculus tutor asked. The two of you were studying for your final, one that would either break or make your final grade. While he was actually trying to help you pass your class, you were too busy admiring him, getting lost in his eyes, noticing the furrow in his brow when trying to explain basic algebra to you. It was funny, honestly, the way that you could fully grasp any tough concept, but got stuck at the most basic material. 

“Helloooooooo” Phainon said, this time looking up fully from the notes. “C’mon, you’ve gotta lock in for this,” he said, chuckling when you smiled, snapped out of your trance. 

“Okay, okay, I’m locked in bro,” you say, using the pencil to actually solve the equation. It’s not like you don’t know how to do the work, you just didn’t want to do it. Not when there was something someone else you would much rather do. You try to, you really try to focus, but it’s so hard when he’s sitting right there, looking oh-so beautiful. It’s basic trigonometry, really, it should not be giving you an issue. But, the way Phainon was explaining it, sitting so close to you that you can notice everything small about him was making this 10x more difficult. “Can we do something else?” You ask, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. “We’ve been working for so long…”

“It’s been five minutes.”

“Mmmm…Phai…” you say again, this time tugging on his sleeve to move away from the notes. Honestly, to get anywhere away from them. The test was in 3 days, surely you would have time to study later. 

“Okay, fine you win” Phainon says, following you wherever you drag him. The two of you end up on the couch, watching some YouTube videos (you suggested a movie, but Phainon said no because it would distract you further :c). You end up cuddling into him, burying yourself into his chest for comfort. Soon enough, the two of you are tangled up in each other’s arms, body heat making the cold room feel even warmer than it was. 

“Can I kiss you” you simply ask Phainon, face heating up. God forbid your boyfriend knows you have the FATTEST crush on him. He was just so beautiful, in every possible way. Whether it be his heart, his features, the way he would furrow his brow when solving a problem. He smells like fresh laundry, his warmth radiating onto you as you look up at him, a slight pout on your face. You just wanted one kiss, a tiny one. 

Phainon’s entire face is flushed pink, his eyes darting from your eyes to your glossy lips, then back to you, his mouth opened in surprise at your forwardness. 

“But what about the-” your boyfriend started, immediately cut off by your lips on his.

“If you don’t shut up right now I swear to god-” you mumbled against his lips, his arms pulling you closer to his body. The whole room is heating up around you two, Phainon adjusting himself to lay down on the couch, dragging you down with him. Your legs are wrapped around his hips, hair falling down beside you. His lips are soft against yours, your teeth slightly biting into them. A soft groan is escaping his lips, swallowed up by your mouth as Phainon brings you even closer, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other lays on your hips. His mouth parts, allowing you to taste your shared breath. Soon, your hips start to move against his, his erection growing under you. You’re so caught up in the moment, you don’t even realize when he flips you over, pinning your arms down to the cushion. He places his knee in between your legs, pressing until you’re moaning into the kiss, hips grinding down onto Phainon's knee. He kisses down from your lips to your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Your hand tangles into his soft hair, slightly pulling to keep him exactly where you wanted. One of his hands makes its way to the bottom of your shirt, starting to move up before he stops his motions, leaving you confused for a split second. 

“Are you sure you want this?” your boyfriend asked, forehead coming up to touch yours.

“Please–fuck Phainon, yes, please,” you said, bringing him in for another kiss, your hands sliding up from his arms to tangle in his hair. He raises your shirt above your head with ease, his hands traveling to go underneath your skirt next. One finger is wrapped in your hair, deepening the kiss. The other, circling your clit through your underwear, which are already soaked through. With Phainon lost in the kiss, you flip the two of you over, straddling him once again. 

“You have no idea–fuck,” you start to say in between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt. “How long I've been waiting for this” you end off, his shirt coming off as you grind more onto him, onto his growing erection. You're kissing his neck, leaving red and purple bruises from how hard you suck and bite at him, softly licking and kissing each spot after the rough treatment. You suck particularly roughly at the center of his sun tattoo, his hands jumping to rest on your hips, guiding them to grind down.

“Wait–fuck, I'm supposed to be the ome dominating here-” Phainon starts, cutting himself off with a moan when  you start kissing from his neck to his lower abdomen, unbuckling his pants in the process. Slowly, you drag them off, along with his boxers, and start pressing little feather-light kisses on his pelvis, slowly getting closer to his base. Kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, you decide to take a moment to admire the scene in front of you. Your boyfriend's cock is genuinely beautiful (just like him), curved gently to the left. The veins are protruding in the most delicious way, his tip flushed a light pink. Slowly, you start by licking the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the vein on the bottom. 

“Mmngh, baby fuck–” Phainon moans out, one hand coming to hold yours, the other grasping the couch to avoid hurting you. 

“Phainon, you're acting like a bitch in heat. Is it really that good?” You ask, teasing him as you lightly drag your nail across the prominent vein, his eyes slightly rolling back. 

“Call me that again..” Phainon groaned out, his back arching off of the couch. 

“Oh you fucking slut” you laughed out, thumbing at his tip. “Holy shit, you're actually enjoying this Phainon.” 

“Sh-shut up-” he chokes out, cutting himself off with a whine when you start jerking him off, wrist snapping up and down while you press on his angry tip. His eyes are rolled all the way back now, his head thrown back far enough so you can see the marks you left on him earlier. A vein slightly protrudes out, just begging you to sink your teeth into it. 

“Shut up? And why would I do that, when you're being such a good puppy for me” you giggled out, tracing the veins on his dick while blowing hot air on his tip. His thighs twitch at the movement, presumably leaking out at this point.

“Now, let's see…which problem were we on again. Ah. As x approaches 0, what is the limit of sin 2x over 5x?” You ask teasingly, bringing the book closer to you. This was supposed to just be a study session, after all. Above all, you were not expecting him to answer correctly, and so quickly too.

“Zero, you can do better than that, surely…” Phainon says, swallowing as he regains his senses, his eyes locking with yours as your hand unconsciously started to slow down. “Surely you would be able to try harder, no?” He says now, chuckling as you're left speechless. Fuck, why is it so attractive when he's good at math? He flips the two of you over this time, laying down on his bare stomach as you're left on your back. He slips off your underwear, leaving you in just your bra and skirt. You can't see how close he is to your cunt, but fuck, you can definitely feel it. His soft hair tickles your inner thighs, his hot breath breathing onto your cunt. One arm wraps around your calf, the other around your hips, tugging you closer to him. You're whimpering in his hold, attempting to squirm away as he places kisses onto your inner thighs. You're attempting to muffle your whines with your hands, a soft gasp escaping your mouth when he fucking bites your clit, your hips arching into his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair, but he pulls them off, taking this into his hands, softly rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“Hmm, if you want to be quiet so badly, should I have just gagged you with your panties?” Phainon asks, chuckling against your cunt when you whine, attempting to bring him closer with your legs. The vibrations just make you even more desperate, whining when you feel him move away. He goes back to kissing your lips, softly biting and chuckling when you moan. His hands move from your legs as he rests on top of you, hands going into your bra, not even bothering to remove your tits from them. Your teasing boyfriend starts kissing down your neck, to your chest, one hand playing with your left breast as his mouth sucks at your right. 

“Nngh–Phainon-” you grind desperately, hips trying to find something to grind onto. 

“Heh, you're so fucking desperate already, love. I should just make you cum like this.” He says, chuckling as your eyes widened. He continues his ministrations, watching the way you closed your eyes in desperation, hands holding onto his hair. 

“No, no, please–” you say, hips rushing to find his, successfully grinding against his erection.  

“Please, what, dove?” He says, smirking at your disheveled state. He pulls back as you start grinding, but takes the textbook into his hand, going back in between your thighs.

“Hmm, let's try this one, it should be easy,” he says, emphasizing the last word as if to poke fun at you if you got it wrong. 

His tongue licks a stripe over your clit, and then another one. Two curves, a horizontal line, and two diagonal lines like the letter x. A vertical line and then an arrow. A two, presumably, followed by a string of other numbers and symbols you couldn't possibly make out in your current state. 

You bring your forearm to your forehead, back arching off the bed as Phainon grips a hold of them, keeping you in place. 

“Well?” Phainon asked, giving your clit a kiss after writing two horizontal lines, something you could only assume was an equal sign. 

“Fuck–I don't know-” you say, hips trying to find something to grind onto, to no avail. 

“C'mon, sweet thing. Of course you do.” He said, whispered, against your cunt.

He repeats the action, and this time his tongue is more sharp, more precise. One thumb comes up to your clit, his tongue just dragging over your hole. 

“C'monnnn,” he says. “It's just the limit of 2x over 2 as x approaches 2…” 

Your brain is barely even functioning as his hot breath meets your cunt, his fingers dragging inside of you, brushing right over the spot you needed him to be. 

“F‐fuck–Ph-phai please-” you whimper out, teetering even closer to the edge. Slowly, he pulls away, pinning your hips down to the mattress. 

“No. Answer the question,” your once sweet, now cruel, boyfriend demands, lovingly rubbing your hips. 

“Come, I'll give you a hint.” He says, pushing in two of his fingers, his legs spreading yours apart as he goes back down to your breasts, sucking on them. It's disgusting, really, how he just has them hanging outside of the bra, not even bothering to take it off yet. His palm is slapping against your clit, angling himself to brush right over where you needed him the most. 

“T-two, oh fuck–” you say, hips grinding up to meet his palm. Your hands move to grip onto his shoulders, searching for at least some stability in his uncharacteristically rough actions.

“Yes, perfect,” he says, pulling his fingers out, giving your clit a light slap. You jolt at the movement, legs threatening to slap shut, until he slaps your thigh, signaling for you to keep spread. His right middle finger lays on your clit, his left hand coming to undo your bra. As soon as it falls off, he throws it somewhere in the room, not caring where it lands. 

“Phai–please-” you whimper out, hips arching to chase his touch as he cruelly pulls away his fingers, leaving you helpless and fucking desperate. 

“Nuh uh uh. I think you need a little lesson.” Phainon says, his left hand coming to wrap around your throat, lifting to meet your eyes. Phainon moves his hands to grip your jaw, forcing it to the right as he kisses slowly from your neck, moving down your chest, his lips slowly getting closer to where you needed him the most. Letting out a shaky breath, you bring your hands to his hair, tugging to keep him close, still. It's of no use, however, when he doesn't let up, his strength overpowering yours by tenfold. He's using his tongue once again to trace equations, bringing you even closer to the edge, his hands coming to bring your skirt up to around your waist. God, it's pathetic how much you're dripping for him, your hips raising up to chase his warm mouth. The mixture of your arousal and his spit is surely dripping, soaking through your skirt and onto the couch. 

“Next problem.” He says, spelling out equations you cannot possibly make out in your current state. A few numbers, a squiggle, parentheses, and then some more lines you can't differentiate. Your hips are attempting to chase after his tongue, yet are pinned down by his hands once again. 

“Your answer? You can't cum if you don't answer…” Your boyfriend says, bringing his tongue to just rest on your hole, his thumb rolling over your clit. 

“F-fuck, I don't know, Phainon,” you reply, getting increasingly desperate. “Something with sin?” 

“⅓sin, love,” he sighs, coming back up to you. Slowly, he kisses you, pulling off your skirt now to get full access to you. He's pressing himself against your cunt slowly, just grinding the tip against you so you can feel only the weight of him. It's just enough pressure to keep you on edge, but not enough to fully push you over. 

“Ph-phai, pleaseeeeee,” you're begging at this point, arms trying to come up to his shoulder, attempting to use him as leverage to grind. 

“Please, what?” he asks, raising his chin to make eye contact with you. “Please ruin me? Please fuck me stupid?” he's now asking in a mocking manner, tilting his head to the side and sneering when you moan as he slowly presses his tip inside.

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, your head weakly rolling to the side as your hands now move to grip the roots of his hair, slightly pulling to stabilize yourself. 

A few inches in, and he stills, letting you get used to the stretch. 

“‘S too big-” you slur out, back arching beautifully into him. “You always say that…” he begins saying, kneeling back to hit deeper. “...and yet, you still take every. Inch. Like a good fuckin’ girl.” He continues, pushing into you inches by inch. He's still not bottomed out, yet you still felt so full already. Just when you expect him to thrust inside, however, he smirks, pulling away from you completely, leaving you confused. A few moments though, he comes back with his belt, which was discarded somewhere in the living room. Pushing your ankles above your head, and taking your wrists into his hand, he binds the limbs together and tightens it with his belt, ensuring that you will not be escaping him any time soon.

Your eyes widen as he thrusts into you, completely bottoming out. Fuck, the stretch is too much, no, it's fucking perfect. He thrusts a few times, purposefully avoiding that one sweet spot that he knows would make you cum too hard, too soon. Before you could even complain, he pulls himself out, jerking himself off before you. The way his hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes fluttered shut as he got right to the edge, it was ethereal. He thrust back inside, cumming inside of you, filling you up to the very brim. And you? You couldn't even complain, the warmth filling your tummy up so much you felt like you were gonna break. He pulls himself out, stroking himself, doubling over on top of you as he forces himself to cum again, this time spreading your cunt so it can fall right on top, coating it and your clit. 

“Fuck, yeah, you like that baby?” Phainon chuckles out as you whimper, attempting to move from his restraints. He brings his dick to align with your cunt, measuring how deep he would reach. Taking the cum from earlier, he draws a line slightly above your bellybutton, chuckling to himself as you cringe away at the feeling. 

“Yeahhh, you'd love for me to get this deep, baby,” your boyfriend chuckles out, moaning as he starts sliding in, noticing the way you get even wetter at his sounds. 

“Are you…getting off on my moans?” He asks, laughing to himself as your face heats up.

“Maybe…” you respond, voice cracking. Your limbs slightly tremble in their hold, even more so as Phainon moves his fingers to your cunt, gathering the slick to use as lube. He then just jerks himself off, right in front of you, making a whole show of it. With the amount of slick, there's barely any resistance to his hand moving, and he brings his left hand up to pinch his nipple, his eyes rolling back and he fucking moans, pulling his hand away as his abdomen flexes, edging himself. Suddenly, he thrusts inside, the fullness sending a jolt up your spine, your back arching into his body. One hand goes under the small of your back, the other gripping your hips, pulling you towards your boyfriend with each of his downwards thrusts. 

“Ph–Phainon-” you stammer out, his pelvis rudely slamming against your clit. 

“Yes?” he says, or rather groans out. It's deep, guttural, raw from his throat. 

“Please let me cum with you,” you begin, legs attempting to wrap around his waist. “I'll be a good girl, I promise–!” you're whining out at this point, sweat running from your temple down your cheek. Phainon undoes the bindings on your limbs, moving your legs to spread them to pin one on the cushion, the other hanging off the back of the couch. When he forces your body to accommodate his size, you don't even know who's more far gone, him or you. He starts thrusting more vigorously, angling his hips to hit that spot that makes your mind go black, thighs trembling to close. Your hands immediately fly to his biceps, digging in to get some source of stability.

“H–harder” your boyfriend whines out as your nails leave marks on him, and he's slamming his hips down now, stilling as you cum. Your eyes widen and roll, feeling him twitch, and something wet is on your shoulder.

“Phainon, are you fucking drooling?” you breathe out, but the sound comes out more as a laugh. 

“Maybe” he says, leaving a pinch to your clit that makes you squeal. You didn't even realize he didn't cum yet until his fingering you, two fingers deep and rubbing that same spot again. You try to protest, try to ask why he didn't cum, but he was not having it. His legs spread yours apart more, his other hand coming up to your neck.

“Breathe in…” he says, breathing with you as he aligns his fingers. “...and out, perfect” your boyfriend says under his breath, his fingers slightly tightening to give you that light headed feeling you were chasing after. Your legs tremble around his waist, his fingers making a constant “come hither” motion, curling with each thrust inside. Right before you cum, he switches from thrusting to just rubbing, sending you spiraling. Your mouth opens, drool running out as the pleasure starts eating you up from the inside, liquid squirting onto his bulging forearms. Before you can even recover, your boyfriend brings his tip to circle your oversensitive clit, rubbing and relishing in the way your whole body twitches, a mixture of his and your cum leaking out. Before you can even think to react, Phainon flips your bodies over, thrusting into you again from below. You’re huffing into his neck, sweaty bodies sticking to each other as your hips fight to jump away from him, his hands gripping you tighter, hard enough to leave marks. He presses down on the bulge in your stomach, making your eyes cross as drool starts to seep out of your mouth. One of his hands goes to wipe it away, pulling on your bottom lip.

“Open.” He simply says, and you obey, mouth wide and tongue out like a good little pet. He spits, letting it drop warm and slow. It hits your tongue and you moan, dizzy and desperate, his smirk deepening as he watches you swallow it without hesitation.

“Fuuuuck, you’re perfect” your boyfriend groans out as he throws his head back, thrusting his hips upward with each of your downward thrusts. 

“Too deep-!” you’re whimpering, your body absolutely melting at his next words. 

“Yeah? Why don’t we make it even deeper, princess?”

“Phai…please” you whine out, tufts of hair rubbing against your clit when he grinds you down onto him, making your hands weakly claw at his chest as if it would do anything. “ S’too much-” you’re cut off by him rudely thrusting up, one hand coming at your hair to pull back, exposing your neck.

“Say that again?” he said, his tone making it seem like a challenge, as if you would ever be able to get enough of him. All he got in response was a desperate little whine, your eyes glazing over over as you cum again, weak cries spilling from your mouth.

“Didn’t fuckin’ think so,” he says, pulling you off as you get down from your high. Any normal man would be finished by now, would have cleaned you up and be done, but never your Phainon. 

“M’gonna make you cum so hard, and I’ll try not to bust…” he says, bringing you to sit on his face as if you weighed nothing.

“You’re just doing that to edge yourself you depraved…” you start off, voice melting to soft mewls as his tongue flicks over your overstimulated clit, your hands tangling in his hair as he fucking bites down, pleasure jolting up your spine when he doesn’t let you move. He just forces you to take it, your thighs trembling around his head. Soon, you start moving by yourself, grinding down on his face, completely soaking him. 

“Yeah, you gonna come just like that?” he mumbles against you. “Just a slut when I let you ride, hmm?” fuck, your orgasm was about to come crashing like a truck, clenching around Phainon's tongue.

“F–fuck m'cumming Phai-” you whine out, body curling forward onto him, spasming from the aftershocks. 

“W–wait” you mumbled. He did NOT wait. In fact, his tongue sped up, curling and thrusting inside, and oh, the way he moans out when you pull his hair, trying to push yourself off of him. But he was not having it, flipping you over and pinning your hips down, stopping you from running. Your hands tangle in his hair, attempting to push him away while your thighs tightened around his head, simultaneously trying to keep him closer.

“Wait? Now why would I ever do that?” he mumbles against you, keeping your body pinned down. He pulls away, letting spit drop onto your clit, before diving back in, his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit. The action sends jolts up your spine, your hands moving to grab the pillow to cover your face, muffling your moans as your back flies off the couch, raw pleasure coursing throughout your body. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, raw and exposed as he worked you through your orgasm, your brain white noise at this point. Flipping the two of you over, he thrusts into you from below again, buried deep to the hilt. 

“Feel me right here?” he says, pressing on the bulge in your tummy, making you whine and slump onto his body. “M’gonna cum so deep in you…” he’s trailing off now, slowly rocking his hips into your overstimulated body. You couldn’t even fight him off, your eyes rolling and body convulsing as he leans down, calloused fingers brushing against your clit. Your back arches into his body, as he presses his thumb onto your lower lip, pulling down as it quivers. 

“Phai, please…” you mumble out, body curling into his, desperate to feel more of his warmth, of his touch.

“Use your words.” he urges, thumb coming up to wipe away a tear you didn’t even realize was falling.

“Kiss-” you mumbled into his neck, sniffling as his body forced your legs even wider, hips attempting to grind down onto him as you chased your high. Phainon’s fingers softly grips your jaw, a soft “of course” leaving his lips as they meet yours, teeth gently nibbling at your lips. You can’t even do anything but whine, desperately kissing him back as you start grinding onto him more, eyes closing from the intensity of it all. Leaning back, he grabs his phone, gently smirking at your disheveled state. 

“You ride me like you’re on camera…” he says, hitting the record button on his phone. “Should I be—agh—tipping you for this performance?” Your face burns, but you moan when he rolls his hips up into you, stretching you even deeper. The size of him still makes you twitch, even after being split open for so long, your cunt sucking around him greedily, sloppy and wet, strings of slick coating both of your thighs. It burns when you cum, and you cannot tell if you can’t stop clenching around him or if you simply couldn’t stop cumming. Your hands are pushing away at his pelvis now, weakly attempting to push away his hand as he brings the camera to focus on where the two of you meet, the sloppy noises and soft plap plap plap sounding downright pornographic.

He flips you two over, lying down on top of you, his brutal thrusts slowing to slower, gentler ones when he puts the phone down, kissing away your tears. 

“Was I too rough?” He asks, taking your hands in his as he rubs soft, soothing circles on your knuckles. God, how was he the same person? The same rough, brutal, fucker turning right back into your soft Phainon. 

“God no,” you breathe out, eyes closing as you relish in his hands, melting into his hold. 

“So, another round?”

“Please yes. Until you’re the pregnant one,” you breathe out, chuckling.