#honkai starrail

[pastoffe]

“You have fantastic boobs, Khas.”

Your words ring in his ears as he looks at you, torn between flattery and confusion. Bizarrely, the vessel of destruction suddenly feels self conscious, raising a hand—unoccupied by the sword—and pressing his fingers against the surface of his chest. Brushing over the noticeable golden gashes etched into this broken body. Khaslana can only see a vessel with limited time, destined to burn into dust. Into nothing.

Yet, here you are.. Looking up at him with—wonder? Admiration? He can't decipher. Knowing you see him as anything but a broken shell has him feeling the need to squeeze you.

Without a word—he quickly gathers you in his arms, ignoring the instinctive loud yelp leaving your lips. Your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders, needing stability, while avoiding touching the jagged armory that tore through his skin.

Your breathing turned shaky, your gaze develops an aversion in meeting his own. Despite his insistence in pressing his face to the side of yours, nose brushing against your jawline, tracing over your skin. So terribly soft.

You ought to stop being so… charming. Khaslana’s love for you threatens to fully drown him; he’ll lose all sanity, and only you will remain to hold him up—Though if it means never being separated from you, he will drag you under the waves with him.

“.. I'm glad you like them.”

[lowkeyren]

—honeytrap

in which : your boyfriend gets jealous when you flirt with another guy during a mission (re: blade is salty asf)

honeytrap [noun]: a stratagem in which a person entices another person into revealing information or doing something unwise.

wc: 2k, established relationship, stalking (it’s blade lol), reader is a tease #hellyeah, skinship bcus he can’t help but be touchy when he’s jealous (source: i said so). art by @/guaisanmu on x.

in celebration of blade n kafka x fortnite collab ig.

when blade first heard about the mission you were assigned, he showed no obvious interest. no questions asked, not even a glance in your direction. which, if anything, made you more suspicious.

after all, he had a (terrible) tendency to “coincidentally” appear on nearly every assignment of yours, regardless of how often you insisted he stay behind.

for once, he complied—begrudgingly, but still. he stayed put, just like you asked. 

that much is true.

right up until kafka casually mentioned, almost offhandedly, that she’d seen you with dan heng earlier.

does that explain why he was now stationed on the opposite side of the cafe you and dan heng were seated at?

maybe. 

but it’s okay, he justifies to no one in particular. it's perfectly fine as long as you don’t notice him. he needs to make sure you are doing your job properly, is all.

from his hiding spot behind the wall, he sees you invite dan heng to tea under the pretense of a friendly conversation; wearing the guise of a traveling merchant, you chat enthusiastically with him about trivial matters, your tone disarmingly harmless as you subtly pried for information on the astral express. 

“so the express usually stops by this area for repairs?” you ask, idly stirring your tea. “must be hard to maintain such a big train while traveling.”

he watches as dan heng hesitates before answering, clearly weighing how much to share.

your eyes lit up at his explanations, your head tilting in that familiar way, so similar to the expression you wear on the rare occasions blade speaks about his day.

blade folds his arms and leans against the wall, his gaze never leaving you. from this angle, he can see the way you smile patiently at dan heng, gently coaxing words out of him.

he knows this is all for the sake of the mission, but it still rubs him the wrong way to see you act so close with someone else, especially dan heng, of all people. (not like he’d ever admit that to you though.)

couldn’t you have chosen the trailblazer instead? why did it have to be dan heng? the more he thinks about it, the darker his expression grows, a faint scowl forming as his fingers dig into the rough surface of the wall—

“ah,” an elderly voice chuckles from behind him, amused. “admiring the young couple, are you? they certainly look good together.”

when blade gives no response, the old man follows his line of sight, glancing between you and dan heng. “you know them?”

“they’re my lover”, he wants to say; but he swallows the voice down, and stays fixed on the table by the window.

leaning forward across the table, you prop your chin on your hand, nodding along at dan heng occasionally. and as if he’s examining you under a microscope, blade’s eyes narrow slightly at your every movement. 

it’s not anger, not quite—more of a slow, simmering displeasure. like the faint itch he feels after you bandage his wounds. not unbearable, but all the more aggravating and impossible to ignore.

as if to rub salt into said wound, you reach your hand out, thumb brushing lightly against the corner of dan heng’s mouth, wiping away the faint trace of tea from his lips. the gesture looks to be intimate from your boyfriend’s vantage point, though you probably have no idea.

dan heng freezes. his eyes flicker wide for a fraction of a second before he looks away, ears faintly tinted red. even the old man beside blade can’t hide his reaction, letting out a quiet whistle, “young love these days.”

…

so far, you’re doing well.

your soft smiles and carefully chosen words has dan heng lowering his guard, answering your questions more freely than before.

but he doesn’t like how well it’s working.

he doesn’t like that you’re laughing at dan heng’s unfunny remarks (are they even good jokes, or are you just humoring him? whatever it is, it can’t be that funny.)

seeing your fond expression aimed at him makes blade’s chest tighten unpleasantly, it irks him to the point that he blurts out—

“they don’t look good with him.” the comment slips out in a flat tone, directed to the old man’s previous harmless compliment.

blade imagines you standing beside him instead, fingers intertwined with his, every ounce of your attention focused on him and him alone.

“they look better with me,” he adds, more so muttering to himself.

the man laughs at his reaction, shaking his head. “ah, so you’ve got competition, then.”

his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. competition? what a joke. as if he’d ever allow anyone to take you from him. 

“…do you feel like we’re being watched?” dan heng asks quietly.

you blink, taken aback by his question. “huh? by who?”

you follow his earlier line of sight, gaze drifting toward the wall at the end of the street. there’s nothing there—at least, nothing anyone else would notice.

but you know better. 

the faint traces of spider lilies left behind essentially confirms your guess.

and you can’t stop the small, mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

the mission wraps up smoothly.

you’re the last to arrive at the gaming cafe, spotting blade leaning against the wall near the entrance while silver wolf is still inside, aggressively mashing buttons at a machine.

“took you long enough,” the latter mutters without looking away from her screen.

blade says nothing yet his gaze flicks over you once, making sure you’re fine.

normally, he’d turn away after confirming you’re unhurt. today, he doesn’t. he pushes off the wall and steps closer instead, close enough that his shadow falls over you. 

“we’re meeting kafka and firefly at the shopping channel,” you say, stepping closer. “they’re finished too.”

silver wolf finally wins her round. “ugh fine. but i’m not carrying the bags.”

blade’s hand hovers at the small of your back—

“yo.” silver wolf leans over your shoulder, oblivious to what’s going on, her chin brushing your shoulder as she squints at whatever’s in your hands.

—before it drops back to his side.

silver wolf straightens. “you good?” she asks, tapping your arm lightly. “you froze for like, two seconds.”

“yup, im fine.”

you are absolutely not fine.

out of the corner of your eye, you see blade turn around a little too quickly, like he’s suddenly very interested in anything that isn’t you—conveniently avoiding silver wolf’s narrowing, suspicious stare.

he rubs the back of his neck, and now you can’t stop imagining what might’ve happened if silver wolf had shown up just two seconds later.

the street’s lively, bright lights reflecting off storefront glass. silver wolf skips ahead, hands stuffed in her pockets, rambling about her new console game while you trail behind with blade.

things are quiet between you two, which is unusual since you’re normally the talkative one. but your mind keeps drifting back to earlier; he rarely initiates kisses, so the thought of it now leaves you surprised and honestly, a little giddy.

he shifts slightly, and you notice him starting to take off his coat. “oh, i’m not cold—”

in one smooth motion, blade pulls off his coat and instead of draping it over your shoulders, it lands squarely over silver wolf’s head.

“—what the—?!”

you hear her exclaim in the background but your attention snaps back to your boyfriend almost instantly.

he uses the brief distraction to pull you close, one hand sliding to your waist, the other steady at your back. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.

“why is it dark—get this off—”

blade pulls back just enough to let you breathe, but his forehead stays pressed to yours.

“missed you,” he whispers.

people usually exaggerate this part in dramas, but somehow, you can actually feel your heart skip a beat.

the moment is abruptly broken when silver wolf finally wriggles free, gasping, half-annoyed. she stops dead in her tracks, staring at the two of you, before recoiling dramatically.

“ew!” she yelps, making an exaggerated gagging motion. “can’t you guys do that somewhere private?!”

you step back quickly, flustered at being caught by your colleague.

blade, however, seems completely unfazed. he takes his coat back from her and slings it over his shoulders with a casual shrug.

silver wolf groans, making another retching noise, and storms ahead. “i’m telling kafka!”

blade doesn’t even flinch at her half-hearted threat, which elicits a giggle out from you. he glances down and you catch the faintest hint of satisfaction lingering in his eyes.

this time, he doesn’t let too much distance form between you as you continue walking.

on your shared bed, your boyfriend lies flat on his back, and you settle yourself atop his lower abdomen.

“blade… i didn’t know you read,” you tease.

a rhetorical statement, of course—you’ve never seen this man pick up a book in his free time, not even once.

“why are you ignoring me?” you press, tilting your head and leaning just enough to peek over the top of his book. “aren’t you the one who said you missed me?”

you tap the edge of the book with your index finger, nudging it down toward him.

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and looks away; revealing the top of his ears just barely reddening under his hair.

“...are you done?”

you ignore his attempt to act indifferent, changing the topic.

“y'know… i have to say, you must be a real genius to make sense of all those words.”

before he can even ask what you mean by that, you reach over and flip the book upside down (or rather, right-side-up). 

"really?"

"..."

it’s not like blade usually pulls stunts like this, you know he’s never been good at putting his feelings into words. but at least he makes them known to you. somewhat.

you’ve gotten good at reading his hints, though really… who could possibly miss them? he’s surprisingly so easy to fluster when it comes to you, even when he tries to hide it, it’s written all over him. only someone dense as a brick would fail to notice.

but you feign ignorance even now, its nice to hear him admit it himself once in a while. 

“is this because you’re jealous of dan heng?”

for the briefest moment, he visibly stiffens. ah. so it is about earlier.

he blinks, gaze traveling slowly from your thighs straddling his lap to your face, taking in every detail as if savoring the view.

“and you still decide to mention his name?”

he doesn't miss the small tug of your lips at his admission. he continues, “then, did your hard work pay off?”

“actually… he already found out a while ago.”

“good,” he says immediately, a not-so-subtle satisfaction threading through his tone. “so he knows you’re mine.”

“yes yes, but that’s not really the point—”

he buries his head in your shoulder, almost nuzzling into your neck. and you can’t help but think he’s just like a black cat staking its claim on its owner. 

“ahem, what i’m trying to say is… i got the info we needed in the end thanks to a source dan heng gave me.”

his hand slides along your side before his lips press against your neck, hair brushing softly against your skin.

you roll your eyes, fully aware he hasn’t been paying attention to your words at all.

instead, he seems far more interested in the way you react—how your shoulders tense when he decides to press a deep kiss under your ear, and how your breath hitches while you stubbornly bite your lip.

the book lies forgotten at the edge of the bed, its pages crumpled where it had been carelessly set aside.

whatever pretense he’d had of reading is long gone now as his fingers curl a little more firmly at your waist, thumb tracing idle patterns against the fabric there as though committing the shape of you to memory.

a faint, smug hum vibrates against your skin. so much for pretending the effect you have on him doesn't work just as well on you.

he still won’t admit it outright; but the little quirk of his lips, the subtle flush at his ears… 

those will have to keep you satisfied for now.

obligatory smau section (click in for full screenshot)

dh pov once he finds out abt your relationship w blade:

(d*n h**g is like a trigger word for ur bf plz dont mention it around him again)

MASTERLIST

[loverstv]

yearner!phainon is over the moon when he hears auditions for a boyfriend position are open! (*≧ω≦)ﾉ

cw: very!!!! suggestive and creepy, feminine fem!reader, popular!reader, downbad!phainon, like.. loser-level down bad but its kinda hidden cuz he's super gentlemanly and stuff, pervert!phainon, like.. this got creepy kind of fast tbh so yandere!phainon just to be safe, kinda forced intoxication, my attempt at an unreliable narrator phainon, college au, written with chubby reader in mind, inspired by the song: 'boyfriend' by big time rush cuz i'll never ever get over that song it's still 2011 ok? ok

also heavily inspired by @diz-eaze and their countless phainon aus. i love every single non they've got.

when phainon overheard your friends tease you about your lack of luck in love, it was like the stairway to heaven appeared in front of him. and when he heard you admit you really, really wanted a boyfriend, he got hard so quick he got dizzy. he had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily. a few people, including his best friend mydei, gave him weird looks, but he didn't care.

he had an opportunity to finally do something about his pathetic 'pining'.

it all started when he dropped his pen, and being the angel you are, you picked it up and gave it back to him. the seed was planted instantly upon your eyes meeting. your radiant smile, your soft: 'there you go', and the brush of your fingers against his..

his obsession, however, was gradual. after that encounter, he started noticing you more and picking your voice out of the noise in the halls.

then, he started paying attention to your wardrobe. your cold weather jacket.. your warm weather jacket and how you're shit at gauging the temperature so you're constantly either too hot or too cold.

he started sitting closer to you in class, eventually ending up behind you. much to his friend's dismay at having to sit somewhere else with each class. he took in your handwriting, tried to imitate it while writing his own name.. the dreamy sighs only got deeper from then.

he started noticing irritation bubbling in him whenever he saw you speaking to other guys. he didn't do anything to them, yet.

phainon doesn't know when he started to dip into the 'creepy' territory. he started feeling the urge to take your paper cup from the cafeteria table after you forgot it. his eyes followed the chewed-up piece of gum as you threw it out.

it's when he saw you talking to one of the male teachers. a, in his eyes, sleazy one who just couldn't wait to ruin his career by sleeping with one of his students.

oh-so coincidentally standing next to the open classroom door, he tried to listen to the conversation. though, he heard the phrase 'extra credit' and alarm bells immediately went off in his head. isn't that how most school-girl porn starts?

he immediately entered the classroom, a polite smile on his face. "hey there, professor! oh? sorry for interrupting, i had no idea you were busy.."

he quickly glances over to you and your clueless expression, of course.. you couldn't tell what that prick was trying to do.. you're too kind to assume that kind of thing.

he then looks back at the professor, and swears he can see a glimmer of irritation passing through. hah, knew the guy was planning something.. it's a good thing i interrupted him.

he follows you home that day, just to be sure. which, unsurprisingly, becomes a habit.

from that point, you started to bleed into every part of his life. like this one, in his bedroom at 2:47AM. sat in his deskchair, scrolling through his usual rotation of porn. through, recently nothing has been hitting like it used to. it started annoying him that none of the girls in the videos looked like you. so he went on a mission to find a pornstar that reminded him, at least a bit, of you.

he finally finds one. there's no face shown, so he's free to imagine yours, but the body.. oh, the body was so similair to yours it sent blood rushing down south immediately.

an addiction starts that night, as he is now unable to go without looking at this one video of the girl laid out on her back, her tits bouncing deliciously as she gets pounded, for more than a few hours at a time. it's simple, it's basic, but it just stirs something in him..

he escalates again. fast.

a week or two after his new porn addiction, the video unfortunately stops sufficing. he needs the real thing. thanking whatever entity is out there that you basically live in short skirts, regardless of weather. bonus points if you wear thigh highs. he adjusts from following you from a distance to walking up the stairs whenever you do to take some upskirt shots. gradually he gets really fucking good at those.

then, his irritation about you speaking to other men turns into a crippling amount of anger, fury, disgust. so, he does what anyone else in this situation would do. he invites the men behind the building to smash their nose in. and maybe get in a threat if he's level-headed enough that day.

he doesn't even notice when he had stopped resisting the urge to just pick stuff up after you and taking it home until a tiny shrine of you forms in his room. doesn't notice the shock in your eyes when every man you speak to comes to campus with a broken nose the next day, either.

back to present day, where he's trying to gather himself while still leaning against the wall. mydei rolls his eyes, grabbing phainon by the shoulder to shake him out of his daze. "idiot, you good? you've got such an obvious tent they're for sure gonna send you home if you don't figure it out. what even happened?"

phainon takes a few deep breaths and stands up straight again, trying to fix himself. his face red, he glances back at you and your group of friends one more time before putting on his signature polite smile, "all good, bro.. just some hormone flare or whatever... don't worry, it'll go down soon."

his friend raises a brow and looks over his shoulder, finding the most probable cause of phainon's.. predicament. "her? again? you do know she has grounds for calling the cops if she knew all you were doing, right?"

not even considering how his friend knew of any of his new habits, phainon just chuckles, throwing an arm around mydei. "what do you mean? haha.. let's just go, okay?"

he galnces back one last time, accidentaly making eye contact with you. you exchange a polite smile before phainon walks off with mydei.

later that night, he started recalling every time you spoke to some guy. what did they say that made you laugh? what was something you didn't like when men did? and most importantly, what kind of men did you speak to most?

he comes to the conclusion that he must be close to your type. sure, he didn't read much.. doesn't play any sport, doesn't like parties.. but he goes to the gym! that counts for something. right?

so, he starts an instagram. goes through every inspo page possible, researches the best angles and ends up posting gym thirst traps. girls like that, no? you must, since he's followed you to the gym a multitude of times. if you go.. then you must be attracted to men who do as well!

he follows you immediately, of course. and the joy he felt when you followed back was immeasurable. finally, you could acknowledge him instead of the burner he usually used.

after a week of basically living at the gym between following you around and posting all those pictures and stories, you respond. you comment on a picture he strategically captioned: boyfriend workout. imagine all this coming home to you.

he almost passed out when he saw your daring comment, a sweet and simple 'i could take him.'

it was basically free from that point. adjusting his clothing style to fit your preferences, a cheeky heart as a response to your more risque pictures and a wink as he 'spotted' you in the hallway. as if he wasn't creeping on you, as usual.

until it finally progresses. mydei's frat is hosting one of its many parties, and hearing you'll be there.. phainon goes all out on everything he has learned about you. what cologne you like on guys, the black compression shirt and his hair messy and partially covering his forehead.

he's waiting anxiously, leaning against a wall with good view of the front- and back door. he pretends to listen to mydei's annoyed grumbling about the mess people are making when he finally spots you. dressed in a tiny miniskirt and even tinier tanktop. shameless little thing.. he smirks.

"hey, pretty girl," he greets, "you look stunning, as you always do."

his sweet smile replaces it immediately and he takes his chance to approach you right away. he's had enough of your little social media back and forth.

he notices you tense slightly, the heat that rushed to your face so strong he could feel it radiate onto him. he coaxes you into a couple drinks, ones he's only pretending to drink himself while he observes you getting more and more tipsy while making small talk.

your guard visibly lowers, and he takes that chance to make a move by placing both his hands on your hips. he leans in, your faces an inch or two apart. his sweet smile on his face as he feigns concern, "oh my, you seem to be quite the lightweight.. you're already swaying. you're hard to hold when you move like that.."

he texts mydei that he's leaving, and guides you to his car, chuckling. "my, my.. are you always this feisty when you're drunk? don't worry, i'll take good care of you."

he leans in to whisper into your ear,

"i'll care for you so good.. you'll never want to leave."

a/n: lots of first attempts in here, so especially now constructive criticism is welcome ♡

[layerafterdusk]

Anaxa and the most uncomfortable Dromas pajama known to man

[kalfyaarts]

the doctor and the gambler

[reichurine]

miao miao miao miao miao miao miao miao - honey dice, definitely

[puracure]

my ashveil team dynamic right now... 🐺🎤

[cchampagnepapii]

⟢. 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑻? — phainon

Phainon has been working as your secretary for years, and everything has gone smoothly. However, you can't conceal your subconscious attraction to him, especially when his muscles flex around his “new” shirt today.

tags. ✦ feminine pronouns used, porn with plot, vaginal sex, secretary Phainon, pussy eating, overstimulation (lowkey), public séx (I mean its in the office lol), no protection, unprotected séx, rough séx, thirsting over e/o ig, editor in chief reader, embarassment, dirty talk, flustered reader. wc. ✦ 4,1k

Every day felt like a battlefield for Phainon; being your secretary was no easy task. After three years working under you, he learned everything about your preferences, what you liked and disliked, and even began to mirror your habits from being in your presence all the time.

This particular Monday, Phainon rushed into the office, holding an iced hazelnut coffee in one hand and a folder with another coffee in the other. He had overslept by ten minutes, completely disrupting his usual morning routine. As he hurriedly made his way to his desk, he greeted his co-workers as usual.

When he greeted Ajax, your coffee spilled all over his shirt, staining the wrinkled white fabric. Phainon groaned, feeling helpless about the mess he had made. On a Monday morning, no less. How much worse could this day get?

“Can you switch shirts with me, please?” Phainon begged. You’d kill him if you saw his shirt stained, especially on a Monday morning. Plus, there’s a meeting with your boss later. What were the odds?

“I– I’ll treat you to dinner next time? Please—”

“Six o’clock!” someone yelled, signaling your arrival. The elevator dinged as your heels clicked on the floor, heading to the office. Ajax nodded, dragging his shirt off and giving it to Phainon. Even though it was a bit smaller compared to Phainon’s build, he felt pitiful knowing how scary one could get, especially when you’re their boss in this department.

Phainon hurriedly put on his shirt, which was slightly tighter than usual, but it would do. He felt a bit panicked, rushing back into his office to prepare everything before your arrival: the desk, the papers, the chair, and the schedule—among other things. Honestly, how does he manage to do this every day?

Oh, and one more thing—your coffee. Which had spilled earlier, but Phainon replaced it with his own. You wouldn’t mind the difference, would you? After all, he hasn't taken a sip from it yet, even though it’s a different flavor than your usual.

“You seem rather stressed this morning," you remarked, your heels clicking as you placed your bag on the table. Phainon watched as you sat down in the chair and began checking the papers from the envelope, which contained reports from the previous week.

Phainon nodded and said, "Sorry– but you have a conference call in 30 minutes.”

“Yes, I know, about the marketing of last month's issue.” You said, flipping the paper while crossing your legs under the table as you analyzed the success of the previous cover.

“There’s a staff meeting at 9… and—”

“Did you call... What was her name again?” You wondered, trying to remember the girl who was supposed to be your assistant while Phainon was on leave to visit his family. You only had a vague recollection of her, but the one detail that stood out was...

“The one who always shied away?” Bingo.

“Castorice?” Phainon asked, smoothing out his wrinkled shirt. That sparked a memory for you. It wasn't that she wasn't capable; it was just that she was so clumsy that you found yourself missing your old secretary even more. Even though you rarely “missed” anyone, Phainon just does his job well. You knew you’d have to endure at least two weeks of frustration with her.

And yes— she feels the same way. Being your assistant is like hell on earth. It makes her wonder how Phainon managed to put up with you for the past three years. Even with a salary as high as this, anyone would quit after just two days.

“Yes, Castorice.” He confirmed it was her, nodding in agreement to ensure there were no misunderstandings.

“I called her yesterday. She told me she would pass along the cover draft by noon,” Phainon said, placing his hands on his back and waiting for your command.

You pause for a moment, reconsidering your plans for the day. "Aglaea agreed to be in our next issue." After weeks of effort, she finally agreed to the photoshoot and will be featured on the magazine's cover.

"Oh, congratulations!" Phainon smiled and gave you a small thumbs-up as encouragement for your achievement. Aglaea rarely agrees to appear on magazine covers, so it took considerable effort to persuade her to participate in this one.

You nodded in acknowledgment, "Thank you, but if I wanted your praise, I would ask for it." He then pressed his lips into a thin smile, slowly lowering his thumbs and mumbling small phrases like "of course" and "right" under his breath.

Setting the paper aside, you picked up the coffee and took a sip. After sensing something was wrong, you glanced at the container. "Who is Thalia, and why does she want me to call her?" You asked, scowling at Phainon. A random number is written on the brown cup of the coffee.

“Well, that’s originally my cup.”

“And I’m drinking your coffee, why?”

Phainon blinked, feeling a bit annoyed. It was unusual for him to get frustrated this early in the morning; that usually happened after lunch. At that time, he would be given a stack of tasks to complete, which often led to his staying late at the office.

“Because your coffee spilled earlier…”

You hummed in response, feeling dissatisfied as you set the coffee down on the table. “So, you drink unsweetened cinnamon soy lattes?” You judged him, scanning him up and down and noticing something different about his outfit today.

“I do. It’s like Christmas in a cup,” Phainon exclaimed, feeling a bit embarrassed by his choice of drink. You stared at him, questioning whether he had done something different with himself today.

“Your shirt.” Normally, his shirts were a little loose, but today it was tightly fitted, outlining the muscles of his torso and straining at the buttons. His eyes perked up, looking at you. “Is it new?”

Phainon nodded, not wanting to reveal that the shirt he was wearing actually belonged to Ajax. It was smaller than the one he usually wore to work. The buttons are already threatening to burst just from the smallest action.

“Do you want me to change?…”

You sighed and said, "Just… wear a blazer on top of it,” looking away, hiding the tip of your red ears. Phainon just nodded, “Right, I’ll… go now. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head, pretending to focus on the nearest pile of papers as Phainon left your office. What is wrong with you this past week? Is it related to your period schedule? I mean, your pre-ovulation phase is almost over.

You cursed yourself silently, feeling like a flustered teenager the first time seeing a half-naked man. Crumpling the paper in your hand, you buried your face into it to hide your embarrassment. Knowing it wouldn’t lessen your thoughts, God, he’s your secretary! You really need to stop this.

Time passed quickly; the sun set four hours ago, yet you’re still working in the office. You’re doing paperwork as usual, preparing documents for Aglaea’s shoot. Only you and Phainon remained in the office. Typically, you’ve grown used to his presence, even if you're not close, you’ve quietly learned to appreciate what he’s done for you.

You groaned, feeling the day's weight pressing down. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your stomach ached from hunger. The last time you ate was breakfast—great, now you’re both sleepy and hungry. What a combo.

You stood up, leaving your office to make some coffee. Not wanting to bother Phainon, who was busy with his paperwork, you also felt empathy and didn’t want to burden him with making your coffee, knowing he was also tired.

Since you could do it yourself, you decided to. It took a while because Phainon always got your coffee, which was unfamiliar but unavoidable.

Lost in thought while sipping your freshly brewed coffee, you remembered a package that arrived earlier. You hadn’t ordered anything recently, so it’s probably the dress you pre-ordered last month. Excited, you take the medium-sized package and open it with your scissors. Not bothering to check the shipping label, you rip it open, eager to see the dress you've anticipated for a month, only to find a chocolate freebie on top and tons of packing peanuts inside. You’re happy, assuming it's such a cute gesture to give chocolate freebies.

You happily tear open the chocolate and savor its sweetness. Then you start removing the packing peanuts, excited to see the dress you've been waiting for. But instead, you find a 120 ml bottle of lube and a pair of handcuffs.

You’re completely stunned by the contents. What the hell? You didn't order this. And why was it delivered to YOUR office? Who would send such things? It infuriates you, thinking the shop scammed you. But then you remember, you bought it directly from the website, so maybe this was someone else's package?

As you spiral into confusion, holding the lube in your hand, you’re about to check the shipping label when Phainon knocks and opens the door, carrying a folder of paperwork.

Both of you make eye contact, as Phainon looks confused by your annoyed expression. His eyes widen when he sees the lube you’re holding. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest, a deep red blush spreading across his face. It was his package.

Oh God, he’s going to get fired. You might think he’s a weirdo now—his life is over. Should he just drop to his knees and apologize? How will he even explain this to you?

Meanwhile, you’re panicking, mentally cursing yourself. You should've checked the shipping label first. What perfect timing that your secretary walks in while you’re opening a package containing lube and handcuffs. Now he might think you’re a weirdo for ordering this kind of stuff, even though it’s not yours.

“I– It’s not what it looks like,” you exclaim, hurriedly putting the items back in the box. Phainon just stands there, on the verge of passing out from embarrassment.

“N-no I–I’m so sorry for sending it to the office. I swear it’s just for—” Phainon panics and keeps apologizing, bowing his head in shame, unaware that you hadn’t checked the shipping label yet.

You’re stunned. Oh well, at least you know who ordered it now. A wave of silence stretched out between the two of you. God, Phainon wanted to cry so bad. He’s already thinking of the worst possible scenarios that are going to happen.

You gather the items and place everything back into the box. “I’ll be leaving now... Mr. Khasalana.” You awkwardly take the files from his hand, grab your bag, and rush out of the office as quickly as possible. Phainon remains there, stunned, mentally cursing and overanalyzing his life now. How will he face you tomorrow? You’re going to fire him, right? He should start preparing his resignation letter, knowing he’s about to be fired.

The next day, you remain indifferent and uninterested in last night. The only thing bothering you is the strange feeling from the chocolate you ate, which made you aim for an escape that evening. You intend to speak with Phainon about what happened, to ensure he understands the reason for your sudden departure.

You felt eyes watching you all day, as if someone was spying on you, listening to every word more than usual. Phainon has been avoiding you today; if you call him, he’ll ask what you need and quickly provide it, trying to avoid your presence.

Then the clock struck 7, and most of your co-workers went home. Once again, only you and Phainon remained in your department. You called him over to explain why you left so early.

“… You called?” he asked, avoiding eye contact and standing stiffly before you. He couldn't hide how beautiful you looked in that muted blue button-up, with the last few buttons undone. It made his head ache and also stirred something else in him.

You nodded and said, “I wanted to discuss last night.” As you mentioned, Phainon gulped; wanting the earth to swallow him whole. Wow, your heels seem taller than usual. They’re the same brand you usually wear—interesting!

“I had a minor stomachache after eating the chocolate from your package. I had to leave quickly…” You said, stepping closer to him.

“I hope you understand, and I apologize for opening your package and taking the free chocolate. But please remember not to send personal packages to the office to avoid accidents like this–” Phainon sighed, “Yes, I’m sorry this won’t happen again…” You nodded approvingly, noticing Phainon’s eyes drifted from your thighs up to your chest.

“I’m not the type to spread gossip. Nothing from my office will get out," you reassured him, indicating you wouldn't tell anyone. “But you still owe me a favor," you added, tilting your head slightly with your arms crossed.

Phainon’s breath hitched; was the tent in his pants that obvious? Lord, forgive him for lusting after his boss. The only reason he bought that lube was because of you—imagining pining you down to your desk and fucking you roughly as he manhandled you around your own office.

“Oh… yeah, what do you need?” Phainon asked, finally making eye contact. You smiled, “Don’t act coy,” scanning his torso. He isn't wearing that skin-tight button-up today. What a shame, you liked it on him. The tension between you both was discernible. Why not as well fuck in the office, the fuck you both waiting for?

He chucked, knowing what you meant. “Right… now?” He asked, feeling a bit nervous. This was too upfront, not giving him time to prepare. You nod, pulling on his tie.

Phainon felt a little flustered, but he mustered up the courage and leaned in. Pinning you down at your desk, grasping your lips into a kiss. Placing a small peck on your upper and lower lip before parting them, slipping his tongue in.

He unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your black laced bra. Typical, he already expected you to wear these kinds of undergarments. Your hands find themselves up his shoulder, placing them there to steady yourself as Phainon pulls you closer by your waist.

Cupping your breast with his other hand. Phainon pulled away, leaving a string of saliva between your lips. His index finger finds its way on the band in the front of your bra, and he tugs on it, dragging it upward as your tits spill down the restraint of the fabric.

“Why aren't you– mghm…” You moan into your hand as Phainon lowers himself down to suck on your right boob, while his other hand massages the other. Leaving you drenched, uncomfortably closing your legs to suppress the growing need down there.

Phainon stared at you, biting your nipple softly. Tugging on it as he pulls away, “Why am I not…?” he asked softly. Kissing the swollen area, with a bite mark. You struggle to form a sentence because of the continuous pleasure Phainon keeps giving you.

“…W-wearing the t-shirt from yesterday.”

You moaned, face red and flustered. Squeezing Phainon’s shoulder as he pinches your hard nipple. “It’s actually Ajax’s. I spilled your coffee on me.” Phainon said, stopping as he peppered kisses on your chest, directing his attention to your tights.

He pulled your skirt up, then ripped your tights in half near your core as you gasped. You looked at him in disbelief. “I’ll just buy you a new one,” Phainon said, smiling, continuing until he had full access to your panties.

There was already a wet patch in the center, and you looked at him, feeling embarrassed. But Phainon paid no mind to it. “You wouldn't know how long I’ve waited for this.” he kissed your neck, laying you down on your desk.

He unbuttoned his slacks, pulling you down by your waist so you could feel his hard-on pressed against your core. God, this was the moment that you’ve waited for. Is it weird that you’re fucking your secretary on your desk? Yes, it’s unprofessional and unethical, but who cares? You’re both fucking horny, so fuck it.

You bit your lip, suppressing a moan as Phainon places his hand on your leg and spreads you open. Tucking himself between you both more. You felt it, he’s fucking huge. The heat trapped on his bulge made you shudder. There’s no fucking way he’ll fit.

All you could do at the moment was close your eyes and whimper while his fingers caressed your clothed pussy. He pulled them aside just to lick a huge stripe of your wet, slick to collect on his tongue. Your back arched, eyes widened from his sudden action.

“What the f-fuck Phainon…” You moaned, hands flying to the back of his head and pushing him down a little further as Phainon flicked his tongue inside of you, lapping your hole and slurping the slick gushing out.

Your legs threaten to close on his head, squeezing him between your thighs as he continues the assault of his tongue on your pussy. Prepping open-mouth kisses inside, he pulled away, looking at your fucked out expression, looking down at him. Tongue covered in your slick, still connected to your dripping pussy.

Phainon grinned, satisfied. Diving back into you, a few minutes went by, and he was still eating you out. Yet, you kept on moaning, “How long are you planning to keep this up?”

He didn't respond, still slurping on your juices. At this point, he’s milking you dry. His lips are hydrated just by your slick, and it’s dripping on his chin. So you tried to pull him back by the hair, but he won't budge. “I-I think you could stop now…”

Phainon ignored you. This was the only time he could have power over you, and he’s going to use it to its full potential. You moaned louder as Phainon lapped on your pussy harder. “I’m seriously going to pass out— Phainon, stop.”

Then he finally halted. He stood up, frame towering over you, grinning softly like a kid as he licked his lips in front of you. You scowled playfully, pussy throbbing at the sight of him finally in front of you like this. While Phainon is licking his lips, he takes his dick out of the restraints of his boxers.

You swore it looked at you first, with the defined pink tip and thick shaft that stretches out to the base. How the fuck does it have so many veins covering it? Phainon was now pumping it, trying to get it harder as pre-cum started to bust out of the tip.

Both of you were so fucking horny you forgot condoms, well. There's the drill, just have self-control and pull out, it’s not like you're on pill. The side effects are crazy.

Phainon unexpectedly pushes your legs towards you, catching you off guard. Then abruptly opening it, entering you in one swift motion as he cages you between his arms and the desk, pressing his heavy, well-built body, trapping you in place.

You helped, his dick stopped at 3 inches inside you. Unable to take more than that. “Oh, fuck.” Phainon closes his eyes, slightly fluttering in satisfaction.

“It’s so tight, fuck. You’re so tight boss," he said, teasing you. Your eyes swelled up with tears, muttering minor curses at him and tensing up from the sudden pressure.

Phainon was well experienced with these types of things, unlike you, who has slept with two guys before him, all with a small dick, leaving you unsatisfied. Phainon stopped for a moment, letting you adjust to his size.

“M-move.” You mumbled as Phainon began to move, hitting your cervix repeatedly. He just can't help it, given his enormous size. It was easy for him to reach. Each thrust makes your pussy flutter around him, adjusting another length for his whole dick to fit in.

You gripped his shoulder, moaning every time he hit your cervix. Phainon groaned at the number of times you’re clenching on him. Suffocate his dick in your greedy pussy.

“Hngh…!” Phainon kept going, kissing the side of your neck as you placed your hand on his abdomen. Attempting to see if he’s all the way in by feeling his dick between your fingers. It must be all the way in, right? You never felt so full in your entire life.

There's still more to go. Phainon stopped and kissed you. Moving his tongue inside you again, as he presses his dick more inside of you, proudly letting another inch inside. Wet, slick sounds started to come out between you while he forcibly pushed himself inside more.

The smell of sex was suffocating; your mind was buzzing, probably from the constant penetration or overstimulation of your pussy. Phainon grinds his dick inside you, feeling the slight warmth inside.

“Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, yeah, he still cares. ‘You'd better give your best effort or I’ll fire you from your job.’ You thought to yourself, jokingly imagining that you’ll say that to him.

“It feels like my cock is melting inside you…” Phainon exclaims, catching you off guard with his sudden words. You hid your face on his shoulder, feeling a little embarrassed by his words, “Can you not… say those?…”

Your face was practically red, Phainon couldn’t help but giggle at it, feeling satisfied with making you flustered. “Every time I shove my cock deep inside you, you suck it in greedily—” you cut him off by shoving your hands on his face, trying to make him shut up.

“Phainon—” You angrily threw him a glare despite clenching every time he opened his mouth. Your body is betraying you, so yes. That’s another reason why he’s giggling like an idiot.

“But you’re taking me in so well,” Phainon said, kissing the side of your neck. Leaving small bites as you groan, his thrusts left a sticky pool of slick between you both. Clinging to your pussy lips and on the base of his cock.

The once clear pre-cum has turned partially white from the constant rutting of his dick inside you. You pulled Phainon over, hitting his lip hard, and blood trickled down his lower lip. You drank it, kissing him hungrily, encouraging him to go faster, and he did.

His hips snap against yours, both your pre-cum mixing in together, forming a white creamy base connecting you both. The blend of sweat and moans filled the room. Phainon cupped your breast, squeezing it as you both fought dominance on the kiss you both shared.

And then he felt it, the way you clenched around him, the one that made his breath hitch. He pounds his hips onto that one spot that had you crying, changing your position just to hit that spot repeatedly. Now, one of your legs is placed on top of his shoulder. His dick is pressing you down, thrusting into you harder, chasing your high.

You moan louder, not caring if any other employees are here who could hear you. The pleasure was overwhelming, feeling surreal. The pit of your stomach was building up the pleasure, ready to explode at any moment. You clenched down on Phainon one last time, whole body twitching while you came hard on his dick.

Phainon’s thrusting didn't stop, determined to chase his high. You’re already fucked dumb, eyes rolled to the back of your eyes. Drool falling down your lips, hair partially messy from the friction of the table.

His thrusting didn’t slow down, if only—he went harder, faster, and sloppier. You’re already withering in pleasure. He didn't stop. You could feel his dick twitch. Slamming inside of you like there's no tomorrow. Then you felt it, another wave of orgasm coming. You’re fucking tired already, but it felt too good, you couldn't stop.

All you could think about was Phainon and why his dick felt so fucking good. The thought of paperwork due on Monday was no longer a problem. You don’t care about that; all you care about is him cumming inside you. You aren't thinking straight when “Cum In-inside me,” came out of your mouth.

Well, guess you're buying plan B after this. Those words were the only thing that Phainon needed to hear as his thrusts stopped, his tip nuzzled inside your core, hot cum splurged inside of you, pumping his seed all inside, leaving it all coated with his load mixed in with yours as you groaned, legs shaking from your second orgasm of the night.

Your pussy is wrecked, filled to the brim with cum. His dick couldn't contain all of the cum in, as some of it was already dripping out onto the floor.

“…Bring the paperworks to my place later.” And that was a signal for Phainon to come over later to your place and spend the night.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⟢. © cchampagnepapii 2025

note. ✦ this took me weeks to write cuz I was so busy LMAO anyways I’ll post a link for video refrences here hiehwue but I mostly get my position ideas on sims 4, w my phainon sim LMAO.

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