( ! ) Submissive Phainon x Dom Male! reader , semi-public sex , overstimulation , begging , praising phainon , cockdrunk phainon , pure filth , Farmer Phainon , Farmer AU , rough sex , dub con(?) , dirty talk , porn without plot
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry in advance if I ever make any grammar/spelling mistakes. I kept my promise, ill get him pregnant 🩷🩷
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the farm fields as you dragged Phainon behind the weathered barn.
The air was thick with the scent of hay and earth, and the distant lowing of cattle reminded you both that privacy was an illusion here. But that only made it hotter—the thrill of being caught, the risk of someone wandering by and hearing his moans.
Phainon's muscular frame pressed against the rough wooden wall, his white hair tousled from your earlier rough handling. Those striking blue eyes of his were wide, pupils blown with a mix of fear and arousal as you pinned him there.
Your hand slid down, palming him firmly through the thin fabric of his pants. He was already hard, the outline of his cock straining against your touch.
"[Name]... not hereeee—ah!... anyone can see—!" Phainon whined, his voice pitching high as your fingers squeezed just right. His hips bucked involuntarily, grinding into your palm, but he glanced nervously toward the open field beyond the barn's edge. The bucket you'd grabbed earlier sat at his feet, a crude, empty thing you'd placed there with a wicked grin.
You chuckled low, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "That's the point, isn't it? Let them hear how good you take it for me." Your free hand gripped his hip, holding him steady as you rubbed him harder, feeling the heat radiate through his pants.
He whimpered at your words, his shoulders trembling under your touch, that muscular chest heaving with each breath.
It didn't take long to free him. You yanked his pants down just enough, his thick cock springing out, already leaking pre-cum. Phainon's face flushed crimson, but he didn't fight it—never did when you got like this. You stroked him roughly, thumb circling the sensitive head, and he gasped, blue eyes squeezing shut.
"Please... [Name], we shouldn't—" His words cut off into a moan as you spun him around, pressing his chest to the barn wall. The position left him exposed, ass out toward you, the bucket right under him. You dropped your own pants, your hard cock slapping against his thigh as you lined up.
No prep, no mercy—you spat into your hand, slicked yourself, and pushed in.
Phainon's hole clenched tight around you, hot and welcoming despite the resistance. He cried out, the sound echoing a bit too loudly, and you clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Shh, baby. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" You thrust deep, bottoming out in one go, your hips flush against his firm ass.
Fuck he was so tight.
Muscles rippling as he adjusted, but you didn't give him time. You started pounding, each snap of your hips driving your cock straight to his prostate.
Phainon sobbed into your hand, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. His white hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his body shook with every brutal thrust. You wrapped your other arm around his waist, holding him up as his legs threatened to buckle. Your hand found his cock again, stroking in time with your thrust—milking him relentlessly.
"That's it, Phainon. You're doing so good for me," you praised, voice rough with lust. "Gonna fill this bucket with your cum. Every drop. And I'm not stopping until I milk you dry. You hear me?"
He nodded frantically, muffled whimpers escaping your fingers. His hole fluttered around your cock, squeezing as you hit that spot over and over.
The first orgasm ripped through him fast—his body tensed, cock pulsing in your grip as ropes of cum shot out, splattering into the bucket below. He came hard, crying out against your palm, tears streaming down his cheeks.
But you didn't stop. You kept thrusting, kept stroking, even as he went limp in your arms. "Good boy. That's one. Keep going."
Phainon thrashed weakly, his blue eyes glassy with overstimulation. "O-oh! [Name] p-please!! It's too much—!" he cried as you forced another climax from him, his voice breaking on a sob.
Cum dribbled weakly now, adding to the shallow pool in the bucket, but he was spent, oversensitive nerves firing painfully with every touch.
"Not yet, still not enough..." You groaned, feeling his tight hole squeeze you like a vice as you buried yourself deep again. Your arm tightened around his waist, the only thing keeping his legs from giving out entirely.
He was a mess—snot and tears mixing on his face, white hair slightly matted, body slick with sweat. Each thrust made his cock twitch in your hand, leaking more despite his pleas.
"[Name]! Stop—ah! No, don't stop, fuck, I can't—" His begging devolved into nonsense, brain fried from the relentless assault on his prostate. Your cock dragged against it with every pull back, slamming home to grind it mercilessly. Your fist pumped his shaft, slick with his own release, twisting at the head to draw out every shudder.
The thrill of being caught made it all better—the creak of the barn, the wind rustling the fields, the possibility of footsteps approaching.
You fucked him harder, chasing your own release while praising him through gritted teeth. "Look at you, crying for my cock. So perfect, Phai. Gonna make you cum until you can't walk straight. Fill that bucket like the good boy you are."
He came again, body convulsing, a broken wail tearing from his throat as another weak spurt hit the bucket. His hole spasmed around you, milking your cock until you couldn't hold back. You growled, slamming in one last time and flooding him with your cum, hot and thick, painting his insides.
Phainon slumped against the wall, sobbing softly, but the bucket was only half-full. You pulled out slowly, watching your seed leak from his abused hole, and stroked him once more.
"Not done yet, baby. We're just getting started." His blue eyes met yours, pleading and desperate, but the fire in them said he wouldn't truly want you to stop.
