Phainon × Reader (y/n) 🔞🔞
(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)
Here we go! The content I’m presenting now has been heavily adapted from my novel “Love is Khao Man Gai”, which is published on the ReadeAWrite platform. I poured my heart into every single word I wrote, pushing myself to try new writing styles, and this is the result—a chapter with this kind of vibe. I’d call it a “romance drama” tone, but I’m not sure if that’s the right term. To put it simply, I think it’s more like a “yandere” vibe, lol.
🛑 Trigger Warning / Content Warning:
Non-con: Forced sexual activity without consent.
Dub-con: Sexual activity under semi-consensual conditions, such as manipulation, coercion, or being in a weakened state.
Sexual Violence: Acts of sexual aggression.
Psychological Manipulation: Emotional or mental coercion and control.
Delusional Love: Obsessive, distorted, or psychotic expressions of love.
No Escape: Situations where the victim has no way out and no one to help.
Emotional Abuse: Emotional oppression or harm.
Creepy Sweet Talk: Soothing words used during harmful acts.
Dark Erotica: Erotic content with a dark tone, deriving pleasure from pain.
❌ Please avoid this content if you are uncomfortable with:
Violence in relationships.
Any form of abuse or violation.
I urge you to use discretion when reading. Please, do not emulate this—it’s awful. If you act like this in real life, you’re basically signing up for a one-way ticket to jail.
The rectangular room echoed with the clank of metal and faint, breathless moans, as if life itself were slipping away. The scent of sweat permeated the air, drenching the bedroom like a primal force, as if wild animals were overtaken by pheromones.
And Phainon was that beast.
The man with pure white hair was violating your thoughts, his thick hips thrusting in and out of y/n’s body with unrelenting force.
Every second that passed… he craved it more.
The more you tried to make a sound, your eyes glazing over as if losing consciousness, the more you seemed to lure him deeper into obsession.
“Ahh…” He panted heavily, strands of hair falling over his face with each rhythmic thrust. His hands gripped your waist firmly, lifting it as he drove himself in with full force—you screamed, mouth agape like a female animal, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling.
“N-No… no more… please stop…”
After being used for so long, your trembling voice barely escaped.
The clock beside the bed ticked slowly, drowning out your every sound—it caught in your throat.
You swallowed thick saliva, the taste of his release still lingering in your mouth, marking you. The musky scent clung to your face.
“Ugh—” You nearly gagged, but nothing came up except sticky saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your chin.
Every word you uttered, every ragged breath, felt like a needle piercing your lungs—pure agony.
He didn’t cherish your first time at all.
And that thing of his—it was monstrously huge. You, so small, had to take it all.
The sound of flesh colliding blended with your gasps and moans, showing no sign of stopping or heeding your hoarse pleas.
He kept moving, watching the pitiful tears stream down your face. A tightness grew in his chest at the sight of your tears, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to make sense of it.
His large frame leaned down, bare chest pressing against your back. His thick arms wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid you’d vanish and this would all be a lie.
But the bodies pressed together, the ragged breaths, the grinding creaks of flesh against flesh—they echoed in this dark room, a reminder:
He could drag y/n beneath him.
His large hand cradled your face, tilting it back. He saw every ounce of your sorrow through the misty veil in your eyes, brimming with tears—making your beautiful face look even more like a fragile creature.
The perpetrator listened to your sobbing voice, not fully understanding, but never looking away.
Why did you seem so afraid… when at times, your body moved in sync with his?
Down below, you clenched around him tightly, as if you didn’t want him to leave—or maybe he was misreading it.
You were probably just too shy.
And so warm inside… that meant he was doing it right.
Your weak arms tried to push him away.
The man you once trusted.
You wanted to scream at him, at your own heart, to shout with all your might, but the strength was sapped by the drug he’d given you with a smile—a face like an innocent puppy, lying that it was just a muscle relaxant. And you believed him without a second thought.
Rewind to earlier: you’d come to visit Phainon’s house to nurture a good friendship. Everything seemed normal until you drank the water he offered.
The next thing you knew, your world spun, and you collapsed into his arms. For the first time, you saw his clear blue eyes darken, as if he were blind, staring down at you.
You clenched your teeth, a flood of emotions choking you, your throat burning as you fought back the bile rising within.
Phainon, the sword-obsessed boy you’d treated like a younger brother, was doing this to you?
But the only thing you could say was…
“Your damn muscle relaxant does this?”
But it was hopeless as he pressed your head down onto the soft bed.
Call it civilized cruelty.
Your walls clenched around him, as if trying to push him out… but the soft, warm resilience that only he could feel…
So why did you resist… when your body responded to him?
He noticed your skin, flushed with rose-like marks from his kisses, and your hoarse pleas despite how tightly you gripped him inside, as if embracing him.
It was different from your pale, unhappy face—contrasting the vibrant warmth within.
Unlike before… when you always smiled brightly at him.
Was he not gentle enough?
Did he need to love you more?
He thrust harder, hoping you’d like it, but all he got was a scream as you buried your face in the pillow, nails digging into the sheets. Blood seeped from your hands.
His eyes trembled, his body easing up without a word. Worry gripped him—despite the large bloodstain on the bed, a grim decoration.
“Don’t do that… you’ll hurt yourself,” he said, reaching for your clenched hands, slipping his thick fingers between yours, holding them with care.
“Hold onto me… don’t harm yourself.”
His voice was soft. As he spoke, you gripped his hand tightly. He flinched, glancing at your nails digging into his flesh, small drops of blood falling onto the sheets, mingling with yours.
It didn’t bother him enough to scold you. Instead, he felt relieved that you stopped hurting yourself and trusted him instead.
You dared to hold him… that meant there were still good feelings left.
He smiled faintly, his furrowed brow relaxing.
Thank you for still loving me… as I love you.
He leaned closer, his massive frame pushing deeper to fill you—
Your back arched unintentionally. “A-Ah—” Saliva dripped from your mouth as he went too deep.
He patted your head gently, sinking into the white sheets.
“Well done… you’re enduring so well. Just accept everything…” He leaned close to your ear. “And you’ll understand me.”
His wicked words were timed perfectly with the thrust of his hips into your perfect rhythm—the final one.
Then, with a low groan, “A-Ahh… y/n,” he released his love into your womb. Your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming fullness.
“Mm…” Your weak moan came as the warmth flooded you, thick and sticky, pushing out the remnants as it spilled from you.
You were on the verge of passing out. The clearest image in your mind was the door and the faint light seeping under it, as if waiting for a chance.
Even if the light was dim…
Unknowingly, your exhausted body awakened a clear desire. Your arms reached out for that faint hope piercing the room’s darkness.
But suddenly, a large hand covered your eyes, plunging you into darkness. His cold touch sent a chill down your spine.
You couldn’t see anything… it was all dark.
A cackling laugh sounded above you. He might’ve thought it was cute, but to you, it was the sound of a reaper ready to take everything.
“Where are you looking, love? Look at me,” his playful tone mocked, crushing your hopes repeatedly.
He grabbed your arm, pulling it back, his nose nuzzling your bruised skin, marked with his scent. It was intoxicating, kissing from your palm to your shoulder.
He finished by dragging his wet tongue along your cheek. Your body froze, helpless.
All you had were tears of disgust and self-pity, dripping one by one.
A reminder of your foolishness for trusting this man.
Before he kissed your cheek lovingly, wiping your tears away gently.
He locked eyes with you—his gaze screaming one thing:
I love you, y/n. You are mine.
“I love you so much… so much I’m afraid you won’t understand,” he groaned, lingering inside you, stroking your head to soothe you, his touch gliding from your crown to the nape of your neck… emphasizing it.
It was gratifying that you still responded, even if it was a trembling sound. But your fearful expression… no, you were probably just tired.
He admired your face a little longer.
If you could smile for me every day, that’d be perfect.
He slowly withdrew, despite how tightly you held him.
“Phew… such a good hug,” he said.
Your head was pulled back, teetering on the edge. You gripped the sheets painfully with his final thrust… he’d succeeded.
Pop—a wet sound as your bodies parted, the hollow feeling meeting the cold air.
He placed a hand on your soft backside, kneading over old marks. Your breathing grew heavy with each touch, as if you didn’t want it.
Your glistening release turned his core into a lollipop, small droplets falling onto his strong thighs.
His heart skipped, finding it adorable.
So, he had to reward his good girl.
He grabbed your hair, lifting your face.
“Well done, love,” his deep, sweet voice said.
He brushed around your swollen, bruised flower, now leaking with milk, trailing down your inner thighs marked with bites and bruises.
So endearing… perfect for y/n.
Your eyes met his, but you couldn’t tell how he saw you. Suddenly, your tears welled up even more in his hands.
“Please—” He pressed a finger to your lips, smiling subtly, and you fell silent.
“You cry a lot, don’t you? Does it hurt anywhere specific, love?” he asked, blinking innocently, like a puppy waiting for its meal—though half the food was already gone.
You stifled a sob, unable to answer, but he knew why.
He pulled you into a warm embrace, your small frame melting into his arms like a clingy kitten.
Trembling… trembling… trembling for love.
Your body shook harder, head shaking frantically.
You couldn’t fight his actions anymore.
“N-No…” Your wide, trembling eyes pleaded.
And everything went quiet.
Only the bedside clock kept ticking, and you wanted to thank it for staying with you in this moment.
He broke the silence with a thoughtful hum, tilting his head slightly as he held you tighter.
“Tired already?” His question came out of nowhere, his tone flat and strange, making cold sweat trickle down your hands.
His face now showed no emotion.
“I’ve been doing this for so long… please, I need a break…”
Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled like a chicken plucked and awaiting slaughter.
He didn’t respond, his hands kneading your waist like marshmallows, squeezing and releasing while his eyes never left you.
“Ugh—” You swallowed, looking away, your hands unknowingly gripping his arm.
You glanced back, disbelieving. He chuckled softly, fondly—surely he wasn’t that cruel.
“I get it… I won’t force y/n anymore,” he said, touching the back of your hand, rubbing gentle circles.
His warm touch was reassuring, as if confirming his words.
Your eyes welled with tears of joy—you’d escaped this hell.
But then… the hardness that had softened—
Now began to swell behind y/n.
His hot breath grazed your ear, his shameless whisper contradicting his earlier gentleness.
His words sent a jolt through your nerves, praying it wasn’t real.
“Can you endure for me a bit longer, y/n?” He held your hand tightly, gently but unyielding.
“Of course… for your sake too.” He smiled softly, his pleading eyes almost sweet.
Hell never left—it lived in this man.
Your eyes widened with… what? Fear?
No—you must be thrilled by him.
He leaned in, sealing your lips with his tongue, your muffled moans breaking through.
As he opened his eyes, he met y/n’s tearful gaze.
His eyes burned with obsessive love, almost desperate—unlike his precise, knowing movements, as if he understood exactly what you needed.
Pushing, violating, going as far as it took until he was satisfied with y/n.
“Mm!” You moaned in pain and tremors, your body trying to pull away, but his fingers moved inside you again, slow but deliberate.
Your back collapsed unexpectedly, moaning in rhythm with his fingers.
It was impossible… this wretched body.
His fingers kept moving, pressing firmly against your soft, wet walls.
He rejoiced every time you responded, his heart racing as your back arched beneath his chest, as if seeking refuge and begging for more love.
It was an honor to bring you such pleasure.
“A-Ahh…” Your sweet moans slipped out, despite your efforts to hold them back.
No—this shouldn’t be happening.
You thought, locking eyes with him. His gaze held something indescribable, as if whispering, “You like this, don’t you?”—the cruelest question.
But before you knew it, he pulled you back into a kiss, this time with increasing urgency, stealing your breath without you realizing.
As you neared suffocation, he pulled back, withdrawing his fingers, giving you a fleeting moment to breathe.
Mixed with a strange sense of emptiness…
“Ha… ha…” And that was the terrifying part.
Because it meant your body was starting to remember his touch.
As the thought ended, everything fell silent. Your body froze, unable to accept it.
No… I don’t like his touch.
You sank into a trance, no words escaping.
Only your honest body spoke.
I don’t like him after all this—never.
“Figured it out yet?” His voice snapped you out of your daze. He studied your face, smiling faintly at the confusion and desperation swirling in your eyes.
You froze, but he didn’t wait long.
He cradled your face. “Trust me…”
He brushed hair from your cheek, marked with his bite. “You won’t be able to live without me anymore.” His warm finger traced the mark.
You swallowed, unable to speak, seeing his unshakably confident eyes… terrifying you.
At his question, you answered without thinking, though your heart was clouded, as if a knife shadowed your throat.
But he was always faster.
He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close gently but too firmly to escape. His weight nearly crushed you, like a net trapping a fish.
He kissed you again, ignoring your protests or resistance. This kiss was deeper than ever.
The sound of saliva was intoxicating, even if you didn’t fully reciprocate.
He pressed y/n’s head closer, immovable, slipping his tongue deeper as if carving himself into your soul.
His heart reflected through his sky-blue eyes.
A gaze you hated, one you’d never forget.
Why hasn’t anyone come to help you?
Why is this room only filled with you and Phainon?
But the most terrifying thing—
The feelings of the sword-obsessed man and y/n.
Suddenly—your heart jolted. You glanced at the faint shadow under the door.
Your eyes sparked with hope. “Mm!”
You pushed against him, struggling against the man kissing you so fiercely that the taste of blood filled your mouth.
“Stay still, y/n,” he growled through clenched teeth, tightening his embrace until you felt like you were melting into his suffocating love.
Blocking every sound, every chance to escape.
But you knew what you had to do. You grabbed a handful of hair from his shin and yanked it out, more effective than any waxing innovation.
Phainon yelped, his sturdy frame pulling back instantly.
“Ouch!” he cried, while you prepared to scream. His heart raced, adrenaline surging at your resistance.
His strong hand lunged at you swiftly, muscles moving without restraint.
“Ugh!” You cried out in pain as his rough hand clamped over your mouth, fingers gripping your cheeks, slamming you against the wall with lightning force.
He moved closer, straddling you, his strong legs pinning your hips, his massive shadow blocking your vision.
Phainon’s harsh tone made your heart sink. His sky-blue eyes burned like never before. He pushed you harder, your head nearly splitting, your jaw aching.
“Ugh—” You swallowed painfully, gripping his wrist tightly. You saw his hand trembling, his face panicked as if afraid you’d break.
But in a flash, he regained control, easing his grip slightly but still firm, ensuring you had no chance to cause a scene.
“Well… not in the room today, huh?”
A voice came from outside, and the shadow under the door began to move… footsteps fading away.
“Mm! Mm!” Your muffled cries were useless.
When the light under the door vanished, it was just you and him.
Your heart sank—hopeless.
The oppressive silence lingered. He hadn’t released his grip, but his sigh seemed to declare his relief… which pained you.
Because you weren’t safe.
Before it became a moment of life instead.
“Love… do you realize what you were about to do?”
His rough fingers squeezed your jaw, silencing you. He might hit you or punish you as you deserved, but seeing your bruised body—caused by him—
In a fleeting moment, he hesitated. Your terrified, contorted face and trembling body seemed ready to shatter if he went too far again. And—
They stopped him. He hadn’t meant to scare you this much. So, he loosened his grip, trying to gather his composure.
Phainon exhaled, venting his emotions to avoid overwhelming you. He didn’t want y/n to stop loving him.
Finally, his senses returned. He released you.
His fingerprints were clear on your skin. He wanted to say something but stayed silent… as did you. It didn’t make him feel good.
Instead, he grew anxious to explain or justify himself.
“Love… do you know how much I love you?”
His fingers touched your cheek but froze.
You didn’t respond… didn’t meet his eyes.
He took it as permission.
“I love you so much… I don’t want to hurt you.”
His rough fingers brushed the red marks on your cheek.
Please—don’t be mad at me.
“But you always force me to do this…”
His hot breath grazed your lips.
You didn’t resist… maybe you were listening.
“So, this is happening… because I love you.”
He leaned in, kissing your unworthy lips, hoping you’d still smile at him even on days he was unintentionally cruel.
He knew—you’d understand him eventually and open your heart to him one day.
The gentle kiss turned urgent, becoming a desperate devouring until you could barely breathe. He caressed your body like a delicacy to be savored.
His eyes, filled with obsessive sparkles, reflected a dark tenderness, like a snowstorm sweeping every direction, impossible to stop.
He enjoyed and admired this moment too much—
Y/n, embraced in his love.
His gaze reflected a dim light as he pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting you. Your flushed, breathless face.
Your panting mingled with the hum of the air conditioner.
Whoosh—the cold air gripped your heart.
“Cute… so perfect,” his voice panted.
Unprepared, or perhaps no longer fighting, you were pushed gently onto the bed.
Thud—you fell softly onto the blood-stained white sheets, your shoulders pinned down… marked.
His faint, panting breath was at your ear.
“Love…” His sweet voice whispered softly.
His rough fingers traced your cheek slowly, yearning in the tense air.
His lips pressed onto your beautiful eyelids, full of love, as if cherishing your heart forever.
But it didn’t calm you. Instead, your heart stilled, as if accepting this fate.
He was like a winter storm, sweeping everything, freezing it in place under his control.
And you were the stream lost in his land, trapped by the cold.
In the end—seemingly falling for this icy chill.
“Shh… don’t be afraid. I’ll take good care of you.”
His strong leg parted yours, making space for him to enter again.
His eyes burned as he watched you lie still, your hand reaching to pull him closer, seeking warmth in a numbing core.
