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wherever you want it baby, i'm taking you there | phainon x afab!reader

18+ MDNI, nsfw content ahead. 2.9k wc, you and phainon have different ideas of 'settling in' to a new home, aka, he bends you over every surface he can. oral (f!rec), vaginal sex, multiple rounds, wall sex, couch sex, kitchen sex, bathroom sex (need to specify ok), fluff/banter at the end, phainon is horny and reader is too but they're also not as freaky. unedited.

When you finally finished moving in with Phainon, you were ecstatic at the sight of a clear home. The furniture you both picked out matched perfectly, there were no more unruly cardboard boxes in sight, and you could finally breathe without waking up to sore muscles from carrying heavy cargo all day.

"We're finally done, Phai," you murmur, relieved.

He beams when you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your weight against his taller frame. Naturally, his arms wind around your waist. "We did it."

"Now, instead of spending so much time at mine that your place collects dust, we finally have our dream place."

"I couldn't be any happier, my light, I'm so excited that we're finally living together," he hums.

Originally, Phainon had wanted to move in six months in to the relationship, and even then, you could tell that he'd be meaning to ask since month three. Meanwhile, you had been resistant, telling him to wait a little longer, to wait for a few more milestones before taking such a big step.

It wasn't until he started spending almost every night at yours that you were convinced the two of you should finally move in together. At that point, you were already living together, but your place was small, a cozy studio apartment was not enough for your needs, so a little after your one year anniversary, you began hunting for places to live with Phainon.

When you signed the contract with the real estate agency, he was bursting at the seams with excitement. When you received the keys to the new place, he was basically running around like a puppy, dragging you through each room and saying what should go where. When you went furniture shopping, he was perhaps the worst partner with how indecisive he was.

'Everything looks nice!' He'd insist while pointing to a dark mahogony set then gravitating to a birch-inspired living room.

A man who likes everything is a nightmare to shop with.

At least that was over. Now, you could finally bask in the comfort of your new place.

"We should have a housewarming," you murmur in thought.

"Yeah?"

"Just to settle in, spread good vibes around the place, you know what I mean?"

"If we're talking about settling in… I might have a few ideas of my own."

You shouldn't have asked what he meant, because you're now being pressed into the couch.

His hips relentlessly piston against yours, his bare torso on display and golden in the sunrays that filter through the window of your living room. There's a crazed, heated look in his eyes as he watches you fall apart underneath him, hands grabbing the pillows so tight that you might pop a vein in your wrist. His are wrapped tight around your spread thighs, pushing one against the backrest as the other is flat against the cushion, your knee hanging off the edge, a perfect fit for his torso to slot on top of yours.

"P-Phain- nggh!" You whimper as skin slapping permeates the atmosphere.

His tip relentlessly bullies into you, and he looks so hot ruining you from above, you can't help but arch your back in pleasure.

"You feel so good," he murmurs between bated breaths, "t-taking me so well on our brand new couch."

He groans when you clench around him particularly tight, fingers holding onto you even harder as the dents in your skin deepen with his lack of control. You're definitely going to wake up to bruises along your inner thigh tomorrow, and he'd kiss over the spots with that apologetic, kicked-puppy look.

His poor jumper, you're probably leaking all over it. He had folded the thick thing and placed it underneath you when you expressed concern about soiling the couch, and you were right to be worried.

You could feel your juices coating his dick unabashedly, and with his thrusts, some had even dripped down your ass and stained his clothes. Not that he cared, the sight of you spread all over him made him lose all sense, wanting nothing else but to ruin you even more.

His blue eyes were glued to where the both of you joined, watching with shameless fascination as his dick disappeared into you again and again. There was a ring of fluid forming at the base of his cock, and titans, he needed to feel you cum around him right now.

So, he readjusts himself, angling just right to have you singing out his name again and again, whining for more, begging to let you cum.

How could he ever deny you of that? With a particularly harsh thrust, the building knot in your gut finally snaps and you come with a shriek.

"Phainon," you whine as you finally peak, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as it hits you in relentless waves. He moans at the way his name rolls off your tongue, and he wanted to kiss you senseless, stealing all the words from you so the only thing you knew how to say was his name in the sweet way you always do.

"I'm gonna cum- gonna cum inside, okay starlight?" He doesn't wait for your response before warmth floods into your womb, and his dick throbs as ropes and ropes of cum decorate your walls.

Full, so full. You whine at the feeling of his heavy cock twitching in you as the ringing in your ear fades, your vision gradually returns to normal, and your mind finally clears from the haze of your orgasm.

Phainon slowly presses kisses into your neck, going up to the side of your jaw, coaxing you back to mindfulness.

When you wrap an arm around his neck, he happily obliges, looking up at you with that attentive, concerned gaze of his.

"Was I too rough?" He asks.

"A little, but is' okay," you play with the tufts of hair at the bottom of his neck, words slightly slurred together. "Someone's enthusiastic about us moving in together."

His cheeks flush red and he hides his face in your neck, embarrassed. How Phainon can go from fucking your brains out to clinging to you like a koala is beyond your comprehension, but you love him all the same for it.

Well, until you're hiked over the cold kitchen counter, body pressed against the cool marble counter that digs into you at the wrong angle. Your toes just barely touch the floor, and Phainon's hands are slowly dragging your underwear down, fingers toying with the fabric.

You were just getting some water, how has it lead to Phainon's warm breath grazing along your now-exposed folds?

"Have you not had your fill today?" You whimper, the activities from just hours prior still lingering in your body.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he says back, sounding absolutely bewitched. You can't see him, but you can imagine the stars that shine in his eyes all the same, and you dig your face into your hands, slightly embarrassed that he's having a staring contest with your pussy.

When it clenches around nothing, Phainon leans in and begins with a large, hot stripe up your cunt.

You tense and hit the kitchen counter with your fist. His hands go from the side of your thighs to holding your ankles, stopping you from kicking them reflexively.

"Tastes so good," he murmurs, the words hitting your glistening folds before he seals them against you with another ambitious lick. Then another, and he's basically making out with your cunt, slurping everything you give with barely-held on constraint.

It's so debauched, the way he devours you, eating you out like a madman starved. You haven't even used this kitchen counter to cut vegetables or prepare lunch, and you're already being bent in half on it while Phainon eats you like his favourite meal after a month of starvation.

He moans your name, along with appreciative groans of the way you taste. With how unabashed he was being in expressing his excitement, you couldn't help but groan in embarrassment before rewarding him by grinding against his face, assisting his ministrations. He'd moan even louder, clearly enjoying the moment before returning the favour with even more vigour.

His lips then wrap around your clit, and you jolt. "Phainon- ahh- s-slow down!"

After a particularly harsh suckle that has you keening, he returns to eating you out. "Can't. Don' wanna, you're so sweet, babe."

It ends with you making a mess on the kitchen floor, and him making a mess in his boxers as a certain wet patch as you raising your eyebrows at the man.

But you should have known that the day was not going to end there, because when Phainon said he had ideas of 'settling in', he had ideas and he was going to make sure all of them were accomplished. 90% of the time, it involved you being bent in half over some poor surface that was the victim, 5% of the time you were lying down with him as close as humanly possible, the other 5% of the time you were bent into unorthodox positions.

Like in the hallway, when you both returned from a quick shopping trip to get groceries for dinner, he had, unsurprisingly, jumped on the opportunity. When you bent down to take off your shoes and felt him run a hand down your back, you audibly sighed.

"Phainon…"

All protests died on your tongue the second he gave you those pleading eyes, and you found yourself agreeing to another filling as he takes you against the wall.

It's cold and rough against your back, but Phainon held you up against him so well, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he thrust into you wildly. You were helpless in his grasp, moaning as your breasts bounced relentlessly, but each sound you made was swallowed by him.

He was kissing you at every given chance, hips stilling when you would return it so he could enjoy the feeling of your lips on his. You don't mention it when you feel him twitch when you licked his nose, but the teasing smile you gave him was enough to send him into overdrive as he begun fucking you harder.

"Baby, touch yourself for me, please," he whines and you do as told, sneaking a hand down from his neck to your clit. It's embarrassing to feel how wet you are, but he moans so appreciatively at the sight of you playing with yourself, eyes focused on where the two of you meet.

"I-I'm close, Phai," you whimper and he presses a lingering, wet kiss to your cheekbone, smothering his spit over your skin. "Harder, p-please."

"Anything for you," he readjusts his hold and begins thrusting with newfound fervour, reaching even deeper than before, tip continuously kissing your cervix as you kept rubbing circles on your clit.

He falters every time your pussy clenched around him extra tight, squeezing his eyes shut before forcing them open to watch you come undone.

And he thinks you're beautiful when you finally unravel. Your eyes roll back before closing, mind freezing from the pleasure, and the spasming of your own walls brings him to his own high. He forces himself to stay strong as his cum enters your womb, and he shudders when he feels fluid trickle down his cock and drip onto the floor beneath you.

Beneath you was a puddle of mixed essences, and thank goodness for wooden floors. You're concerned Phainon thinks the sight is hot, not because you think it's gross or anything, but because you don't think wall sex is great on your back. Being pressed against such an unforgiving surface gets uncomfortable after a while, and you really don't want him to get any more ideas.

You had to wrestle him off you while you were cooking dinner, insisting that the kitchen had already been 'settled into' and the 'vibes were already established!' while Phainon whined loudly, clinging to your waist.

You already known that Phainon was always going to be a big ball of energy that would never shy away from showing how much he loved you, and you adored him for it. However, for the goodness of your own body and legs that shook a little too much whenever you stood up, you can't keep accepting his advances, otherwise you'll become a literal puddle of limbs.

Where his stamina came from, you're unsure, because you've sucked a great deal of energy out of him too,

That lasted for two hours before he took you again in the bathroom. Your moans reverberated off the ceramic tiles while the running water was practically forgotten about. In the haze of pleasure, neither of you thought too hard about the water bill, or neither of you had the mindspace to care.

How can you think of anything else when he was fucking you so well? His dick mercilessly hitting your spongy insides every time, finding the right place with every thrust.

Him knowing your body so well just spells trouble for you, because you couldn't get enough of him if you tried, and Phainon's craving for you may never get fulfilled, leading to a dangerous game.

You leave the shower squeaky clean, but with even sorer legs, more hickeys blossoming along your chest, and a satisfied Phainon behind you.

Well, almost satisfied.

"No more!" You exclaim, pushing his head away when he tried to kiss you.

Phainon frowns as if you stabbed him through the chest. "What, why?"

"I'm tapping out, I can't take anymore!" You turn to face away from him.

"No, my light, don't turn away from me," he paws at your hip to try and get you to face him again. "Just turn around, please? Pretty please?"

"No, I'm establishing boundaries for the night, no funny business at all, Phai."

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Good, because you doing anything will lead to funny business!"

"My love," he whines, "can't I at least get a goodnight kiss?"

"You don't deserve one?"

"What? Yes I do!"

For how many times he made you come today, he did, but also for that exact reason, you stubbornly withheld your kisses from him. "No kiss for you."

"Nooo!" He was all up against you now, practically begging in your ear as he jostled your hip back and forth like a brat. "Please, I won't be able to rest otherwise, I think I'll have the worst night of my life."

A chorus of various, dramatised claims spilled from his mouth, and you eventually snapped. Turning over, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to yours, slotting his lips against yours in a kiss that started out firm, but melted into something more gentle.

He hummed against you in quiet delight, but you pulled away before he could even savour the moment, turning around coldly again. "That- that wasn't enough!"

"That was plenty, otherwise you'll get funny ideas, mister." Thinking about the 'funny ideas' was already making your legs sore.

"Fine," he grumbles, "can you at least sleep facing me?"

Phainon always did take his favourite sleeping position very seriously. He preferred to have you facing him with your head dug into his chest or vice versa, keeping you flush against him as he refused to let you move an inch during the night. It was a tad creepy, the way he had a sixth sense for it. Every time you so thought about shuffling away a little bit, he would seek you out and close the distance in an instant, all while staying sound asleep.

You've learnt now that if you ever needed bathroom, kitchen, or snack trips at midnight, you could expect to hear his footsteps if you took too long.

So denying him of this privilege was the best way of showing him you were serious.

"No."

He all but wails, throwing himself over you as he tried to coax you into relenting, whether that be a kiss to your cheek, or pulling you flush to his chest, you refused to budge.

"I'll have nightmares, I won't be able to sleep like this, please Y/n, my one, my only, my lifeline, I love you so much, don't deny me of this," begs the white-haired who invades more and more of your space with each passing second.

You still your heart and don't give up the act, even if he was pressing on you so hard that you were smushed against the mattress. "No."

"This can't be good luck on our first night in our new home," he mumbles, "we're messing up the vibes that I've been establishing so well."

"Your vibes are pretty messed up too, I'd say."

He shakes his head, "my vibes are full of love, because I made love to you at every corner of the house."

"You're just making that up to try and appease me."

"No- really!"

"Phainon, just go to sleep."

"I can't."

"Will you shut up if I turn around?"

He nods from above you and you relent. Phainon's small cheers can be heard before he's pulling you around and dragging you to his warm chest, toned, beefy arms constricting around you like vines. "Goodnight, Phai."

"Goodnight, my love," he says with a kiss to your hairline.

You had to push him off you the following morning when his hands were getting dangerously close to your core.

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