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brdpch · 1 year

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{4} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

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synopsis: in the world of deadly games and their lives at risk, a very smart medical student meets a very cunning girl who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay between me and @bvrdel-mama, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. — yes, the symbols look horrible on mobile - we'll try to fix that in the future. or not. who knows.

statistics: 2,681 words 14,777 characters.

author's note: it's a mix of manga!chishiya with show!chishiya, and also i think so many people forget (and even the show creators lol) that the phones could record and take pictures et cetera - Chota discovered it in the first episode and recorded the game arena, which Arisu used later on for game clear. also! what's worth noticing - in this rp there are dice involved. the mechanic is called a d20 mechanic, and it's based on dungeons and dragons 5th edition. we also use other dice rolls for other outcomes, so future events might surprise both me and my roleplaying partner. enjoy!

The blonde girl giggled at Chishiya's response, tucking a piece of her hair behind her pierced ear, finally resting her back on the carseat, giving Shuntarō well deserved space.

— [english] I have one more riddle for you. — she stated, ignoring his comments completely, a playful smile back on her lips. — [english] For now, you're the only Beach member I can recognise without any issues. Why is that?

Shuntarō didn't change his position at all, but was now looking closely at Unmei analyzing her shamelessly and smirking knowingly.

— [english] It must be because of attractiveness. — Shuntarō said matter-of-factly.

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— [english] So close, — she said shamelessly. — [english] yet so far. That's just a symptom. How do I put it nicely… — she paused. — [english] You should think about the illness instead.

Shuntarō opened his eyes widely and touched his chest mockingly.

— [english] Am I sick, doctor? Is that the plague? — he asked, raising the sleeves of his hoodie and his shirt as if inspecting himself for weird bumps that a disease could cause.

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Unmei giggled.

— [english] I like you.

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— [english] Oh, just don't fall in love. — Shuntarõ commented, getting out of the car with Unmei.

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The game arena Unmei and Chishiya were dispatched into, turned to be a large multi-story apartment complex, dimly lit up with orange light. At this point at night it was rather chilly, and so the fate tucked herself more in Niragi's shirt, scanning the surroundings with a focused gaze.

— I'm gonna check out the place. Won't be long.

She didn't wait for any permission to move out of Chishiya's sight, which she probably should have done. He was there to judge her performance, but he also assured Niragi (and Unmei herself) that he'll protect her to his best ability. Wandering around the game arena with various people gathering around wasn't necessarily the safest option, but she wouldn't take „no” for an answer - Chishiya deduced simply by her tone of voice, suddenly lacking its sweet aftertaste. Since arrival, something in her demeanor changed, and it wasn't just the way she focused on the task ahead. For now it was too hard to pinpoint what exactly.

They were far enough to hide possibly the only working car in the nearest area, and also to arrive at the entrance by themselves, and not as a group. That's why Unmei was the last of The Beach members to scan her face with a phone. She looked stressed, but Chishiya noticed a while ago it was just a façade.

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She went in front taking the initiative before bravely exclaiming of her intentions of „checking the place out”. Chishiya shrugged because by the tone of her voice he deducted that there was no convincing her otherwise. Soon he followed her around some distance behind silently when she wandered around the arena scanning the area closely with her cold eyes that now had none of her previous sweetness left. She's actively thinking about the strategy instead of pissing about the main lobby - smart.

Shuntarō took two glances at the area and already picked up a couple of interesting places to situate himself, depending on the game. He then took out his hand-made stun gun and plugged it into a socket. You never know when you need to protect yourself, and there was nothing in the rules against bringing weapons, so he did take one with him.

He stood by the wall, put in his earphones listening to some tunes on the old cassette player he found long ago. It calmed his mind before the coming task, though he probably looked suspiciously calm on the outside. Shuntarō also followed Unmei with his gaze, observing her every move.

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Unmei soon disappeared into the distance, consumed by darkness of the Toei Sendagaya apartment complex, apparently taking a stroll around the area as well.

The players kept gathering, like moths to a light source - which meant not only the experienced ones joined, but also the noobs. Unmei observed people, staying far from Chishiya, playing a dumb foreigner role. She stared at her phone screen looking puzzled, playing with the edge of Niragi's shirt.

Other Beach members did not intervene, because even if they wanted - they simply couldn't, knowing very well it's Unmei's test. Soon enough there was chatter with hushed voices. Is she able to read the rules?, should we help?, oh no, a fuckin' beginner, good for us - a cannon fodder!. She hid her amusement with no difficulties, as well as the military knife attached to her belt, right under the black fabric of her shirt.

Players gathered concluded:

two girls dressed up neatly, standing near each other; one in a mint knee-high skirt, the other one in a loose white mantle with a flower print - and it looked like they posed no threat,

a man in purple shirt, a vest and with fedora on his head, looking shady, scanning others in search of potential allies,

an old lady with glasses, clearly stressed, but trying really hard to stay composed,

two older businessmen in suits,

a young woman with short brown hair, currently stretching and warming up,

two Beach members neither chishiya nor Unmei knew by name,

a guy in blue wearing a baseball cap, clearly lost,

and lastly, two newcomers, one in a navy hawaiian shirt, the other with longer messy black hair.

The man in blue shyly approached the sporty girl.

— Mm, excuse me... — he pointed to the phone in his hand. — Wha-, where did all the people in Tokyo go?

One of the businessmen interrupted their conversation, passing in between them to grab the phone. Sporty looked annoyed.

— This thing here-

— There's a lot of people here. maybe one's a doctor.

It was Shaggy who now interrupted Sporty and Blue. in the company of Hawaii, they reached for the phones.

one per person.

Blue approached another player, yet again, clearly stressed and lost.

— E-excuse me. What is this? — he pointed to his phone. — I was brought here... — he chuckled nervously. — and i... I don't know what's going on.

Poor boy, Unmei thought, biting her lower lip and looking as helpless as she could.

— It's a game. — Shaggy finally spoke, giving Blue the answer he needed. It was Hawaii who then scolded Shaggy, and Unmei turned her attention to them - they were speaking, and even if she pretended to not understand the language, she had to be curious about the sudden commotion.

— Shut up. Newbies will slow us down. they might hate us, but i think it'd be a good idea to do what Shibuki did.

registration has closed.

there are a total of 14 participants.

d i f f i c u l t y : 5 of ♠️

g a m e : tag

r u l e: avoid whoever is >it<.

c l e a r c o n d i t i o n : discover and touch the symbol hidden in one of the building's rooms within the time limit. you clear the game when this objective is fulfilled.

t i m e l i m i t : 20 minutes. after 20 minutes, the time bomb hidden in the building will explode.

the game will commence in two minutes.

— It's gonna be physical. — now it was Fedora speaking. — Only the strong survive.

Oh well, Unmei smiled to herself, barely visibly to others. No one paid attention to her now, anyway, besides her supervisor.

Shaggy, Hawaii and Fedora continued their conversation, Fedora explaining some of the general rules and bragging about the number of games he previously cleared. Unmei listened, now planning carefully how to proceed. Chishiya didn't know it, but could easily deduce that she wasn't really into any sports besides dancing, which did require some strength and agility, but not enough for these deadly lands. Also, she was wearing sandals. High heel and platform ones. Unfit to run at all.

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Chishiya did observe his surroundings even though he had his hood on and looked busy with his music - he noticed more people gathering. Lot of them looked like newcomers barely situated in this new reality which surrounded them. Well, he thought, at least they will have their use as human shields if anything happens. There are a few which stood out - a girl with short hair who looked like she was prepping for a run, and two young men - one looking like a criminal, the other one like in his old life barely saw the light of day. They were talking about something, Chishiya couldn't hear them but he could read lips - they were looking for a doctor. Shuntarō smiled, in his past life he would probably be eager to help them as he had medical training, but in the Borderlands everyone works for themselves or for people who they could use to their advantage later.

His contemplations were cut short by the ping of his phone. Tag, hm, that narrows down the places that are the safest by two options - the highest floor by either of two corners of the staircase, he thought. He took the headphones out of his ears and went up behind Unmei clearing his throat and looking at her expectedly. Let's see if she figured it out, he thought. She tried to hide behind the mask of a dumb foreigner the whole time, smart, make them underestimate you so that when things turn ugly they won't even see you as a threat. They had two minutes to situate themselves around the complex.

— Shall we? — he inquired.

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When the players started getting up stairs, Unmei frowned and pushed the elevator button, not paying much attention to chishiya. as she entered, she moved aside, so he could use the ride up, too.

— Don't get in my way. — she stated coldly, pushing a button.

The building had seven floors. she pushed the button with number 6.

— Need an explanation of my doings to evaluate my performance?

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Chishiya chuckled slightly and smirked.

— Of course, boss. — he snapped matter-of-factly.

Sixth floor, that's it. Unmei figured out almost the same thing he did.

— I am here to simply observe passively and help you as a last resort, if your life or mine were in immediate danger. — he shrugged. — But if that happens and we'll still be alive and clear the game, well - your dream of becoming the executive will crumble. — he added coldly, smirking slightly.

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— What makes you think you'll be much help? You're not a spades player, after all.

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— I think I can handle myself just fine, worry about your performance, Unmei. Let's see if fate is on your side. — he stated coldly with a tinge of irritation, insulting his intellect was something he couldn't stand.

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Ding.

The door opened, and Unmei shivered under the cold night breeze's embrace.

She quickly took in her surroundings, or rather - other players' positions. No one chose the elevator, meaning they were slower, scattered now across the floors, some of them helplessly trying to open blue-painted doors.

— I am the fate. — she replied matter-of-factly, not even bothering with looking at Shuntarō. With no Beach members around, her mask fell off. Maybe she, too, recognized a wolf.

Unmei navigated towards a corner nearest to the elevator, taking off her sandals and placing them by the sliding door, making sure if the button is pushed, the machinery won't budge - the mechanism would simply fail due to being unable to close itself.

It was obvious she wasn't suited to walk barefoot, especially on the cold concrete; she embraced herself with her arms, checking the phone.

the game will now commence.

the time limit is 20 minutes.

commence now.

— In case you can't handle yourself, let me explain my thought process. — she started, putting her phone on the half-wall separating the hallway from the empty space beneath them. — So maybe you'll catch on in case of an emergency.

…and she pressed the record button. The phones had options such as „record” and „take picture”.

— If the „it” starts from the bottom, it's easier to corner all players to the top. But, „it” could start on the top floor, too, and now that the elevator is unusable, they would have to take the stairs. We could hear them and spot them if they chose stairs near us. If they do, though, run to the elevator. Got it?

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It was colder than downstairs so Chishiya zipped up his hoodie exiting the elevator. Everyone was scattered and some were already running around panicking, he could hear their hearts pounding with fear and compared it with his own - it too was beating slightly faster but more in excitement and anticipation than fear and panic, although his face betrayed no emotions.

— You're repeating yourself. — he stated coldly, rolling his eyes.

The shoes were an interesting choice, they would only slow her down so getting them off was the only way, but the cold ground won't be easy to walk on either. Creating an emergency exit and preventing others from taking the elevator - smart, he thought and smirked to himself.

Chishiya listened to her strategy and nodded. He only assumed that the „it” will start from the bottom, he didn't think about the top at all. He raised his eyebrows slightly for a brief second as to express his shock but the gesture faded as quickly and as subtly as it appeared.

— [english] Sure thing. — he said leaning over the balcony and waving to the shaggy basement dweller he saw earlier. He and the criminal looking guy seemed panicked out of their minds, it was... amusing.

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Unmei had her eyes focused on other floors, knowing well that the top one and the ones right below them were out of sight. She took the phone and put the camera below, screen tilted, so she recorded some footage of the hallways below. She then checked the video.

— If it's a game of tag, — she continued, quietly, alert to any sounds that might announce that someone is coming their way. — the tagger has to somewhat „catch” and „tag” their… ugh, [english] can't you stick to one language? — she rolled her eyes, briefly focusing her gaze on Chishiya.

— [english] Anyway, if it's a game of tag, the tagger has to tag its' victims. Do you think the creator of the game would like to run around? And if not themselves, then whom? — she asked rhetorically. — [english] It's the players who are supposed to run away, so the tagger has to have a way to tag them. Or maybe kill. — she shrugged.

Her words were followed by gunshots, but she didn't budge, like she was used to hearing such noise. Tatatatatatatata. She tilted her head slightly, hearing the screaming, observing as Fedora was shot on his back multiple times. Tagger started somewhere in the middle, unnoticed. He could have used one of the apartments as his starting point, then.

— [english] Machine pistol. — she stated matter-of-factly, putting the record button yet again, now - just the sound.

Horse-head was obviously visible right now, much to her… impassivity.

— [english] The masks block their field of view. — she hummed. — [english] So their goal is to kill the opposing team. Ours, that is. — she explained, with a pretty bland tone of voice, but as detailed as possible, questioning or rather mocking Chishiya's intelligence and comprehension capabilities.

— [english] Otherwise they would have to leave the game arena before the explosion, giving the players extra time to find the safe zone. — she added, now turning her gaze to Chishiya, lowering her voice even more - she was recording sound, after all.

— [english] Do you believe in the morphogenetic field theory?

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crue11 · 1 month

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"What gave you the right," Xiao XingChen says after another few days of deadly quiet. There's a latent feeling of hunger he can just barely ignore still, caused by his continuous refusal to look at whatever Xue Yang brings until he's too starved to keep his body from reaching out. His body. Returned to him. Alive once more. Still marred. Still angry. "You do what you want, you lied to me, you toyed with me, you brought me back," his accusations are very quiet, always, like his voice isn't quite sure of them, like he isn't used to even thinking this way. They're sometimes whispered, sometimes hissed. Sometimes he doesn't even check if Xue Yang is around to hear them. He smells food and his nose scrunches in disgust. It keeps mixing with the scent of the blood he refuses to dry off his cheeks. "Am I your property now? You'll just do as you wish with me? Is it even about me?"

every day haunts him , if xue yang could be a better man he would have all his ten fingers or maybe he was just a stupid kid . of course , his childhood was the hardest because he'd believe every man who would beat him up in the end because of the smallest mistake he wasn't even aware he made — maybe xue yang grew too smart . what he did with xingchen wasn't out of fury , not because he was angry that song lan won the war and he had to be imprisoned for wiping out an entire clan .

he did it because if it wasn't done sooner , xingchen would definitely sink his knife between his shoulder blades soon or late . would he even let him close if he had his eyes ? would he even help him ? something tells him he would but xue yang never had enough time to explain it to him . he didn't , just like how he doesn't respond to many angry questions and bitter truths that come out of xingchen's mouth . xue yang isn't a patient man , just yesterday a man was beaten to death because he bumped into xue yang and didn't apologize — yesterday , xingchen refused to eat his dinner and went to bed hungry .

so today , it had to smell good enough to get xingchen's attention , right ?

inner robes were still on , thinner piece of clothing , sleeves rolled up to elbows and an apron covering his front . he doesn't turn around , he's thankful xingchen can't see . he was going to leave after he was done , an unspoken agreement between them .

is it even about me ?

xue yang licks his lips , winces at the hot steam burning his wrist but barely moves his hand away to check it . for a moment , he wanted to ignore it too , just put the bowl in front of xingchen and leave like the other days — sit behind the gates of the coffin house in silence and poke new houses for the ants . . . or wait for something . anything , just listen to any sign of irregularities in xingchen's daily routines . maybe he does ignore it this time , but just for the sake of leaving the food to boil for a little while , so he could grab another bowl . bigger , fill it with lukewarm water and snatch a soft cloth from the wooden table . he lets xingchen hear him when he sits in front of him , puts the bowl of water on the side and wets the cloth in it with care . he's washed it way too many times after cleaning the blood off xingchen's corpse — he doesn't think about it .

❛ i'm going to touch your face . ❜ tips of hot fingers hold xingchen's chin , tight enough to let him drag the cloth over the redness on his fair cheek . the skin soft and unmarred under his fingers , dried blood melting under the touch of water as xue yang gently swiped the red stains from his face . he does it a few times on his left cheek , under his jaw where it had reached his neck . is it about xiao xingchen at all ? xue yang's movements come to a halt – his jaw clenches . he lets go of xingchen and sits back down , toying with the bloodied cloth between his fingers . most of them were burnt and cut from cutting and burning the food , if it was bad , xingchen didn't complain . there are more things to complain about . as he stares at xingchen . . . his jaw tightens even more . he purses his lips and bites inside his lip with a tightly closed mouth – a tear drops on the cloth he's holding between his palms and he stares at xingchen .

he's never going to forgive me , he saw me , heavens he saw me and he knows . he will always know .

xingchen is not healing . back then , before he died , he's stopped bleeding through his eyes in the coffin house . each day he'd have a brighter smile on his pretty lips , each day he'd find newer ways to keep aqing entertained by his boring stories — most of them were untrue . and his blindfolds were clean , but ever since he came back , the depth of the red color on his cheeks was the same . is it really song lan's fault now ? his brows draw together as he tears his gaze and looks down , vision more blurry , eyes burning with his hot tears . he can taste blood on his tongue from biting inside his cheek too hard ; another tear drops on his cheek . reddened eyes open to glare at the cloth between his fingers . xue yang cries like a child , but this child is not a spoiled one . this child was growing up too fast and knew that sometimes crying very loudly might annoy most people . who has never cried before without wanting to tear something apart . eventually , he gets up , leaves the cloth on xingchen's lap and drags the bowl closer to him and gets back to the old oven .

silence , stretched , then ; ❛ . . . do you want to take my eyes , xingchen ? ❜ please stay with me , you don't even have to talk to me , i wish i was a gentler creature .

#mythvoiced #xue y.#blood tw #well uhhhhh ..#the way xy tears up while glaring and eventually letting his facade break and a tear rolling down his cheek ... Silently #idk man .#he thinks xxc can't leave without forgiving him . can't leave without knowing him and wanting him . lol .#he's in such a weird mindset ...#also he's not calling him daozhang and he expects xxc to call him a-yang #he'd give his everything i'm begging u call him a-yang .. 😔

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akumanie · 1 year

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Elysian Key - Chapter 4: Everything's wrong

Author: Alice O'Really Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depiction Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Severus Snape/Harry Potter Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Voldemort Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Blood and Violence, Fluff and Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BAMF Harry Potter, Torture, Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

It is the beginning of June 1996, Albus Dumbledore had just drunk the deadly potion protecting the horcrux. Severus Snape, bound by the Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa Malfoy, is rushing to the Astronomy tower, and Harry's sixteenth birthday is less than two months away…

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"Let's start with simple spells. Given that our magic is similar at the moment, my wand should suit you well."

For the millionth time, Harry rolled up the sleeve of his two-sizes-too-big shirt. He felt ridiculous in his satin pants, the fabric flowing around him and waving as if he had on a skirt. But he was dressed. Compromises, compromises.

He grabbed Snape's wand eagerly. Fantastic feeling, to have the smooth wood in his hands again, gently vibrating with magic. Harry delightedly enjoyed the excitement bubbling in his gut, drowning out the void in which he was stuck.

"Try Accio, Mr. Potter. Carefully. Nothing bad should happen. Your portals are fully functional again, but you should start using them gradually… It would be wise for you to at least pretend to perceive me."

"What? I'm sorry." Harry grinned. "I'm listening to you, sir. Use gradually, got it."

His fingers eagerly itched. Harry looked around the room. I've been waiting for this for two months! He waved the wand.

"Rabidus!"

And the old mahogany clock burst into a billion pieces. Yeah! Now you can measure time in hell, fucker!

His gaze wandered through the mess with great satisfaction. His hand burned and an unpleasant tingling crept through his body, but damn it! The feeling was worth it.

But only if sore portals were the only punishment.

He peeked carefully behind himself. Snape stood with his arms folded across his chest, gloomy as a storm cloud. Harry’s enthusiasm quickly disappeared.

"It just... somehow.... It wasn't some rare relic, was it?"

"Antique from my grandmother on my father's side," Snape said coldly.

"Shit," Harry said. "Sorry. Will Reparo save it?"

Snape narrowed his eyes. Harry had the impression that his black pupils were piercing right into his spine. But it was a very strange concept that Snape had a grandmother, like he wasn't always a big, black embodiment of sarcasm. He swallowed. Harry, you're in trouble, your apology won't fix this. You'll be scrubbing cauldrons for the next hundred years.

"I'll buy you new ones, seriously. I promise."

Snape mockingly shook his head.

"You think I don’t suffer enough? I don't even dare to think about what kitsch you would choose."

He reached out, sent Evanesco by wandless magic. The wreckage of the clock irrevocably disappeared.

"So, if no other piece of my furniture has offended you," he announced dryly as he turned back to Harry, "I would be infinitely pleased if you could be bothered, Mr. Potter, to attempt Accio."

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#severus snape #slash fanfiction #elysian key #harry potter fandom #harry potter #severus x harry #snarry #chapter four #pro severus snape

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thexgrayxlady · 2 years

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WIP Whenever - The Still Untitled World's Worst Groundhog Day Loop Fic

“This is going to be the year I finally beat Li at cards,” Dashi said, gazing fondly upon his latest invention.

“He hides them up his sleeves Dashi,” Chase said, rolling his eyes. “Everybody knows this.”

“He would never besmirch the noble institution of gambling!” he insisted.

“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” Guan asked.

“I’m not cheating,” he said, not at all defensive. “I’m just taking the gambling out of my gambling.”

“I still can’t believe you spent months building a powerful magical artifact that can supposedly see the future…” Chase said.

“…and you want to use it to enable…” Guan continued.

Dashi waved off their baseless complaining and said, “One day, you’re going to appreciate my genius,” before slipping the crystal glasses over his face.

He pitched forwards. His joints suddenly ache as the temple courtyard spins into view. He catches himself on a low stone wall that shouldn’t be there amid smoke and screaming.

He staggers, soot clinging to his skin, and grabs the nearest monk. The woman’s face is unfamiliar, yet he knows her.

“Sister Ning what’s happening?” He doesn’t know where her name comes from, yet he knows her long, narrow features and serious dark eyes. He’s never seen her before in his life, yet he knows she’s barely older than Chase and Guan and her favorite food is preserved lemons.

“A monster,” she replies before turning to help wounded villagers into the safety of the temple.

He carries on into the village. His right side is stiffer than it should be. He blames an old chimera bite. But he’s never been bitten by…no, he hasn't yet. But he will be.

He slides around a corner, looking for his brothers. Guan’s probably already in the thick of it. He hasn’t seen Chase all morning, off training or studying, but he wouldn’t be far behind. Dashi would have been a bit more worried when he wasn't at breakfast, but Chase skipping meals had become frequent as of late, and he’d been moody and snappish last night.

Smoke rises from the far side of the town square. Guan stands in an alleyway, spear at the ready. He looks too tall and broad-shouldered to be his quiet, sensible little brother. There’s movement down the darkened side street, but he can’t quite make out anything but a flash of black spines. It stops. Guan’s spear clatters to the ground, his shoulders slumping forwards.

He rushes towards them, tearing the water from the well, from catch barrels, even from the river, but he’s a step too late. The creature lunges forwards in a blur of black and green. Its jaws clamp around Guan’s shoulder. The wave crashes over them, but the creature pulls Guan to the ground and rolls. It’s all over in a spray of blood and the horrible sound of tearing flesh and breaking bones.

How was he going to tell Chase?

He has no time to think about it. The creature extricates itself from the deadly embrace and rushes at him. It covers the square in a blur. He hardly has time to pull the water back to him before it lunges. Its claws fall just short of his head only because something big barrels into him from the side.

He rolls across the cobblestones, his skull cracking against the well. For a few heartbeats, everything goes black. Then, vision blurred and ears ringing, he lurches back to his feet.

Dojo and the creature twist and clash through the narrow streets. Dojo was massive and powerful, but the creature was quick and clever enough to keep him grounded. Dojo slams into the ground, trying to pin the creature under his bulk. It scrambles over him, Dojo roaring as the creature’s claws dig into his side.

The ground rolls under him like ocean waves as he staggers towards them. His control over the water is as slippery as his balance, but he can’t make another mistake. He can’t lose anybody else.

He engulfs it in a bubble. For a few moments he can almost see it clearly as it thrashes and chokes. Some kind of great lizard with black and green stripes and black spines running down its back.

Dojo wraps his coils around it and starts to squeeze. It goes limp and the temple guardian lets up just enough for it to scramble free.

It leaps to a rooftop to avoid Dojo’s great snapping jaws. He flings a barrage of ice spears at the creature, but it dodges and lunges for the dragon again. Dojo rears back, roaring in pain. He changes the trajectory, but the dragon keeps writhing, crushing homes and shops under his body. They’re too wrapped up in each other to try a third time.

Then Dojo makes a horrible gurgling roar and falls back. He tries to run, slipping and stumbling, the world spinning around him as the creature worries at Dojo’s throat. The dragon weakly thrashes until the creature leaps back, a strip of bloody scales clenched in its teeth.

A cold pit opens around him as the creature noses at the body. His stomach rolls and he nearly vomits as it tips its head back and swallows a hunk of flesh.

It crawls over Dojo’s body. He staggers back as he suddenly understands why Guan was unable to fight back. The creature has the most beautiful, horribly familiar, honey gold eyes.

The creature bolts forwards and knocks him backwards before the shock can wear off, its bloodstained maw clamping around his throat.

Then he jolted to a stop, the crystal glasses in his hands, Dojo still draped safely over his shoulder.

“So,” His heart stopped at Chase’s voice, “how much money did you lose?”

Dashi’s attention shot to his friends. Guan was still whole and lanky and alive. Chase was still perfectly human.

“Dunno,” he said, quickly feigning nonchalance and shoving them into his pocket. “They don’t work.”

“Told you,” Chase said, somehow managing to sound both smug and disappointed. He turned to Guan. “You owe me your dessert for the next week.”

“If they don’t work,” Guan said. Dashi grit his back teeth. Guan’s earth powers made him very difficult to lie to, “what did you see?”

“I was washing the dishes,” he said with very real shudder. “By choice!”

“I told you,” Chase said. “You can’t predict the future. There’s too man little variables all over the world for a fixed timeline. If someone in Tikal kicks a pebble down a pyramid next week, you don’t know how it’s going to bounce, or if it hits someone important, or if it…”

As Chase rambled, he found it difficult to reconcile his little brother with the beast from his vision. Sure, he could be an arrogant know-it-all, but he wasn’t a monster.

Chase was a bright, curious young man who loved sweets and the temple cats and fell asleep studying way too many times to count. He was always eager to join in a prank war or help making Shen Gong Wu. He made bad tea because he got impatient ant scalded the leaves. He’d accidentally burned Guan in a training accident once and couldn’t get more than a weak whisp of smoke from his powers for weeks. He couldn’t have slaughtered them all.

The Crystal Glasses didn’t work. They couldn’t work. Chase was right. He couldn’t predict the future. There were too many little variables.

“As fascinating as our little genius is, we’re going to miss the festival if we let him keep this up,” Dojo said, drumming his fingers on Dashi’s shoulder.

“You guys go on ahead,” Dashi said. They couldn’t work, but he had to be sure. “I’ve got a few things I want to finish up here.”

“You sure you want to leave Jiang waiting?” Guan asked. “She’s still angry with you for leaving a mess at the forge the other day.”

“She knows I’m always fashionably late.” He waved them away. Besides, she always forgave him. Eventually. Normally after he’d spent a few days working in the blacksmith’s shop and came up with a few good puns.

“Your funeral,” Chase said. “Dojo?” Chase held his arm out and the little dragon coiled in preparation to jump over. After Dashi, the supernaturally warm dragon of fire was his favorite perch.

Yet even though he knew it couldn’t be real, Dashi couldn’t put the creature’s bloody maw out of his mind.

“Actually, I need Dojo here,” he said. “You know how it is. I need a mystical dragon to help fix a mystical artifact.”

Guan eyed him in a way that indicated that he knew that he was lying, but followed his friend from the courtyard anyway. As they left, they passed a pair of senior monks taking measurements where that little stone wall would be in just a few years.

He waited until they were really gone before sinking back against a column and taking the Crystal Glasses from his pocket with shaking hands.

“What’s with the earthquake?” Dojo said, coiling a little tighter around his shoulders. “You sure you don’t want to go over, maybe get some dumplings…you feel like you need food.”

He set his hand on his friend’s head. Dojo’s cool scales helped calm some of his panicked shaking.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, steeling himself to put the glasses back on. “I just need to check something.”

In spite of the warm autumn afternoon, a chill rolled down his spine with every new card he drew. He stared in nearly open horror at a winning hand. He could play it right now and finally win, no matter which cards Li’s shoved up his sleeves. He’d put whatever money he’d saved up over the last few weeks into this game. Yet rather than let the vision play out, he walked away, feeling at once relief and a growing grim determination.

The future could still be changed.

#Xiaolin Showdown #Grand Master dashi #Chase Young #Gray Writes Stuff #Blood #Gore #Character death #Time Travel/Future Vision Shenanigans #This is a very rough part of a draft #and I feel like i cannot understate the content warnings

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funnel-webbed-au · 8 months

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Tag List: @skellebonez, @caxycreations

Riley's Notes: Here's how MK found out. >:) Summary: Sydney goes looking for prey, and targets someone he used to love. Fortunately, that someone has a trick up his sleeve, although not a very flashy one.

Sydney perched on top of the roof of the two-story building, a nice distance off of the pavement below. Sure, this wasn't entirely his element, but getting the chance to leave his lair and scout for potential prey wasn't something he'd just let slide.

The darkness of night gave him a significant advantage courtesy of his photophobic eyes... it made it all too easy to see the delivery boy scurrying through the streets on his scooter, headlights completely off. Who needed them when they had gold vision, after all?

Xiaotian sighed as he bolted through the night streets. Of course there was always someone that ordered this late. It made his blood boil, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. It was what it was.

And he was easy prey, since he wasn't watching the rooftops. Sydney licked his lips, eager to fill his belly with something more substantial than what the other spiders typically gave him.

It was nice to sink his fangs into prey.

Sydney jumped across the rooftops in perfect sync with the scooter, keeping up easily. MK still hadn't noticed yet, but that didn't matter. He'd find out he was being hunted soon enough.

Something crashed into MK's scooter.

The driver squealed, struggling to right the vehicle before it could crash. With both hands on the steering wheel, he managed to stabilize it. He raised his head back to the road... only to lock his golden eyes with the soulless, lime green quartet of a spider demon. Xiaotian's blood ran cold, and the scooter crashed straight into the side of a concrete apartment complex, leaving cracks in it.

The two were flung from the scooter, stunned briefly, and when MK opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were the four glowing green eyes of the spider that had attacked him. He scrambled to his feet, summoning the Monkey King's staff as he did so, then gripped it firmly with both hands, more than ready to fight back. Sweat rolled down his cheek nonetheless, as those four eyes made his skin crawl.

Why did it have to be spiders.

MK could barely make out the figure, but could sense his powers from where he stood. The mixture of deadly toxins and Celestial ichor in the other being's blood brought MK pause, but it faded as he saw the spider bare their fangs. Caustic venom dripped from them, but what really stopped MK in his tracks was the hungry growl of the spider's stomach.

He swallowed hard. Well, it was better for him to go hungry than get eaten by this guy, right? MK fished out his late night snack out of his pocket, a small package of beef jerky. "H-here... eat th-this, not me." He offered the package to the spider that had accosted him, and as Sydney approached, MK couldn't help but shake.

It was better than nothing, and maybe his head would clear a little once he'd eaten something. Sydney used one of his four claws to tear open the package, then shook the toxin off of his claws, not wanting to sully the taste of his food with it. MK sat near the spider while he tore into the jerky, shivering at the sight of those vicious fangs.

Before the spider could finish, his pointed ears twitched and he put his hand on MK's phone. The absence of the pain in his stomach cleared his head beyond the single notion of food and to hunt something, just enough to keep him from moving as suddenly as his instincts wanted.

"Hm?" The shorter individual tilted his head, confused as to what the spider wanted, until the spider tapped on the cigarette jack on his phone, where MK's headphones would connect if they were wired. The Stone Monkey's eyes widened, and he handed his headphones to Sydney after turning the volume down a few notches.

The music caused the spider's eyes to widen. It felt... familiar, something he'd heard before. The notes from the guqin strings cleared the fog from his head.

In an instant, Sydney snatched MK's phone, and as MK grappled with him to get it back, the spider turned the flashlight setting on, causing its owner to pause. Sydney closed his eyes tightly as he turned the device around to point it at himself, but still hissed as the light burned his eyes.

MK froze.

"...Nezha?"

#[once bitten and twice shy - sydney - nezha]#[The Gilded Apprentice - Skylar - MK/Qi Xiaotian]#[Arc Three - Detox - After Arc Two]

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dewdrop-writes · 2 years

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What if this is an au where the reader was like baby (innocent cinnamon roll/ absolutely obvious to anything) means the way the archons and twin travelers get when someone tries to insult us

Key word: tries

Or things like that or the other monsters and creatures too and just us focus on the fluffy animals lol:3

OHHH I love this!!! I wrote little scenarios/snippets of each of them! The travelers are both assumed to be the traveler in their section, with the hint that the other twin is the abyss twin just fyi! (That being said, my traveller is Aether, so Lumine is a bit more...ruthless in this lmao)

The archons (+ Travelers) when someone insults their Creator

cw: General cult-like behavior, slight yandere behavior, brief mention of violence (not against reader)

Their revered and beloved god was the perfect embodiment of a pure, sweet soul. The way their eyes lit up and they stopped to pet every animal, slime and monster they came across - it was very much endearing to their doting acolytes. That being said...you were also a little bit oblivious - which wasn't a bad thing, no! But it often meant you could not detect the insults or snappy tones some vermin decided to toss your way.

Oh, they'd all be fuming, but their reactions might differ a little...

🍃Venti🍃

He'd been watching you, perched upon the edge of a wall, strumming his lyre as he attempted to compose a ballad that could at least try to do your glory justice. You were gently playing with the birds and little critters, allowing them to climb over you as you giggled and gently fed them treats, engulfed in your own happy world.

Venti was happiest seeing you like this - joyful and filled with life. He matched your energy in that sense, and often the two of you would be lumped together as 'oblivious, yet lovable' by friends.

But.

All it took was a passing comment from a total stranger - a comment about your naivete and childlike antics, spoken harshly and mockingly.

That was all it took to make the bard shake off his playful façade and become the archon who fought for the freedom of Mondstadt many years ago, as well as claiming a seat among the seven during the archon wars.

He may seem innocent, but as he set out to look for the vile filth that dared to sully your name (after ushering you to the safety of your other acolytes), that he became a true hunter. His aim was good enough to kill, deadly - and yet, he drew out the hunt for longer than needed - all to drive the point home.

No one was allowed to sully your name.

As he wiped off the blood from his recovered arrows, he slid back into the skin of your lovable bard, already skipping towards your abode - ready to perform you his newest songs, all praising your glory.

🐉Zhongli🐉

Zhongli appreciated the times you'd ask him to accompany anywhere - he did not mind where, as long as he was able to bathe in your divinity and live up to his duty of keeping you safe from all harm.

There you were now, on a busy street and curiously eyeing the candy store's display window, enamored with the fancy treats up on display.

"Those look great!" you grinned, tugging at Zhongli's sleeve to point them out to him. He cared not for sweets, but anything you'd wish for - he'd make sure you'd get.

He nodded, reaching into his pocket to pull out a bag of mora, handing it over to you.

"Buy anything you'd like, your grace," he bowed and watched you disappear into the shop with a fond smile. Of course, you could get anything for free, most likely - but you yourself had insisted on people's services requiring payment. He obliged.

"How unsightly for someone like that to be deemed the Creator," he caught someone murmuring as they watched the scene.

"I doubt they are. Look at them. Foolish and childish. Nothing to worship there-"

The slanderous gossip was put to an end as Zhongli approached slowly, outwardly calm and collected, inwardly seething with flames of fury.

"You dare disrespect our Divine Creator in such a manner?" he asked, voice perfectly even despite the golden glow within his eyes and the claws starting to grow from his nails.

Once you returned, clutching a bag of goodies, you ran up to Zhongli. You failed to notice the dust covering his suit or the slightly disheveled state of his hair - instead handing out a chocolate treat to him.

"I got this for you!" you beamed at him and he could not help but melt - honored to be on the receiving end of your infinite kindness.

"Thank you, your grace. I will treasure it greatly."

"Treasure it by eating it!" you chuckled, beginning your walk back towards your temple happily, not noticing the rubble of stone and a singular, angry pillar protruding out of the ground in an alleyway.

"I hope the others are back too! I got everyone some sweets," you hummed happily, taking a bite of one.

Ah.

He did wish your kindness was not quite as endless sometimes.

⚡Ei⚡

The archon of Electro, despite her outward composed nature - would be very protective of you. The times you two go out, she's have a group of specialized guards tailing the two of you, making sure no harm would befall her beloved Creator.

She enjoyed the sweet, childlike nature you often displayed, as it made her more comfortable to unleash a similar part of herself when around you, but that being said, she'd still have her guard up.

You were happily munching away at some dango, allowing her to feed it to you with a serene smile on your pure face. Oh how she lived to see that expression on your face.

Still, it seemed like some people were foolish enough to attempt to wipe it off your face - foolish enough to wish harm upon you.

All it would take is a passing whisper of a comment to set her off and unleash a furious beast - one as harsh and deadly as a bolt of lightning.

She was glad you were often naïve to the cruelties behind people's words, as she would not be able to restrain herself if someone was able to make you frown.

"Would you like to go buy some dango milk, your grace?" she offered, her body already buzzing with the fury of thunder as she glanced at the unassuming gossipers nearby. You were quick to agree, and she handed you a generous bag of mora, sending you on your way with an entourage of half an army.

The skies darkened and lightning cracked upon the skies as she turned to the disrespectful heretics, her body enveloped in deadly purple as she drew her sword.

She would be quick and merciless, making an example of those that dared to try to insult you. Thunder crashed into the ground angrily, turning many heads as she punished the sinners, seething with the energy of the lightning.

After her victims were burn to a crisp with the fury of her powers, she quickly turned to go and find you, a satisfied smile on her face and her nature composed once more.

She hoped you'd be generous enough to offer you a sip of dango milk from your bottle - just the thought of it making her giddy as she walked away from the scene.

🗡️Aether🗡️

Aether is the more reckless and emotional of the traveler twins, and with the loss of his sister weighing heavily upon his shoulders, he would be even more protective of the Creator, the one who had so lovingly guided him in his and his sister's endeavors before arriving in Teyvat.

He'd be much like a guard dog - friendly and warm with you, but able to glare at anyone else who he deemed suspicious. He was glad you were able to find amusement and company from Paimon, his floating companion's energy often matching yours as you laughed away at silly things.

Not that he'd consider anything you liked silly.

He'd always take time between his adventures and commissions to spend time with you, unable to take you along despite your pleas. Your other acolytes were much too concerned for your wellbeing and safety, and much as he hated to part from you, he did agree.

This is why he treasured moments like these so much.

You plucking dandelion's from the ground happily and gently blowing on them to make the feathery seeds dance around in the air around you. You looked angelic and perfect, and Aether found solace and home within those picturesque moments.

It added all the more fuel to his frustration when some ignorant asshole bumped into you, making you stumble.

"Oh, sorry!" you chirped apologetically, still beaming with a bright smile.

"You should watch where the hell you're going!" the figure snapped at you.

Aether saw red.

Gently, he ushered you and Paimon away, motioning for his companion to get you away from the area while he dealt with this...vermin.

His lesson to the offender would be a harsh beating - Aether not even willing to waste his elemental energy upon them. He wouldn't kill them - it's not his style, but he'd leave them with a memorable lesson for life.

Don't be surprised if an unrecognizably beaten figure begins to bring countless offerings to your shrines.

⚔️Lumine⚔️

Lumine is the more collected and level-headed twin. Her presence around you was less...obviously feral. She'd accompany you happily wherever you'd like to go when she has time off, and while she wouldn't outwardly glare at every suspicious stranger, she would adopt a more...unapproachable aura when she is with you.

She took you out to eat and brought you gifts from her travels, happy to see your joy - untainted by the cruelties the world had to offer. She had lost her brother to the abyss, and while losing a loved one was painful, seeing the world change them was even more painful - at least in her eyes.

So, your sweet and innocent nature was something she had to protect - it was her duty to you as your first vessel and dedicated follower.

If someone was foolish enough to insult you in the presence of Lumine...well, they wouldn't be in for a good time.

Her first reaction would be shock, frozen still and unable to believe her ears - her beloved god being sacrilegiously slandered right before them? But then, she'd be quick to act - reassuring you with a sweet smile and a squeeze of her soft hand as she pointed out a group of strays awaiting to be fed nearby, successfully distracting you and getting you away from this...filth.

She was not the famed traveler who defeated Stormterror, who fought the infamous 11th Fatui Harbigner Tartaglia, who smacked some sense into the Electro archon in Inazuma - without reason. She has a moral code, and wouldn't easily resort to murder quite easily - but she could be ruthless when the scenario called for it.

Depending on the severity of their attempt to defame you - she'd punish them accordingly. There are some things that cannot be atoned for, in her mind, at least.

Satisfied with her work, she'd sprint over to you, her appearance still pristine and the questionable red under her fingernails was not something you took note of, luckily.

As you smiled at her, inviting her to sit with you as you cradled a kitten in your arms, she was sure of one thing.

She'd protect her Creator and their innocence with every fiber of her being.

#genshin impact #genshin #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin x reader #genshin cult au #genshin x you #yandere genshin #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #ei x reader #baal x reader #aether x reader #lumine x reader

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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if i lose it's your fault.

pairings — doctor!seungmin x lawyer!fem reader ft. assistant jisung (txt's soobin and beomgyu's appearances)

genre — quite angsty, romance, nsfw, smut, mystery au, mafia au, skz "freeze" inspired concept au, action

warnings — seungmin's a mafia, basically, everyone in skz is part of the mafia, mentions of sex, smut, protected sex, slight degrading, fingering, mentions of blood, murder, death, wounds, and deadly weapons (knives, guns, etc.), swearing, mentions of alcohol, contains inaccuracies and grammatical errors.

words — 11.8k

notes — this took me a while to decide that i should write this fic because of their concept and also, i got some ideas from the kdrama vincenzo. like i said, i don't recognize this au theme as an aesthetic and if you're not comfortable with the next scenes, please don't read it. thank you. not proofread. ps. i'm not good with smut so i apologize if i disappoint you :((

[ prologue ] — the prologue wasn't really followed :'<

20:00, Saturday, house number, 314, 7thStreet, XXXXX Village.

Camera clicks were focused on a lifeless body was found, blood scattered along the floor. Broken glass of wine was spilled that correlates to the thick substance. The suspect checked the photos a few times and shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the victim. A sigh escaped from his lips, lifting his sleeves towards his elbows and slid his camera inside his bag, taking the back door as an exit. The victim’s son came home two hours after the crime happened, screaming at the sight of his father. He panicked, and called an ambulance, his father is dead. The youngest son came home a few minutes after his brother did and fainted at the scene.

News spread quickly that night, the law firm was shocked at the founding father’s sudden passing. What was the cause? Murder. Weapon? A silencer gun and a paring knife. How many bullets? One. How many stabs? 10. Where was the victim hit? Forehead from the gun, chest and stomach from the knife. Primary suspect? Unidentified. Identification of the victim? Choi Seok, male, 72.

A smirk was formed on the suspect’s face after cleaning his mess, “Serves you right old man.”

A sigh escaped from the Wolves’ mafia boss after reading the newspaper headline and rubbed his forehead with a small smirk formed on his lips. He placed the newspaper down on his coffee table and went to the meeting room where he had his other co-members while one is missing.

Seungmin let out a harsh sigh as he stopped tapping the cotton with antiseptic on your fresh cut, removing his glasses in annoyance.

“Good gracious Y/N if you stop whining it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He said as you frowned at him. “What? Do you want me to treat it or not?”

“Sorry.” You sighed in response and slouched on your seat, trying not to whine.

“Thank you.” He replied, wearing his glasses again as he continued. You couldn’t help to wince in pain when he’s like pouring the antiseptic, but he’s being gentle on trying to ease the bleeding of your fresh cut yet that’s how you feel on the disinfectant. “You should move places if it bothers you to stay there. Just look at you. Sleepless nights, loud neighbors, scarce on your comfort of living, what else? And aren’t you suppose to earn a lot of money since you’re a lawyer and everyone likes you?” He retorted not taking his eyes away from your forearm.

“That’s not how it works. If only it’s easy to find somewhere else to stay. Expensive apartments are far from the law firm.” You said making him shake his head in disappointment.

“Why don’t you move in with me instead?” He smirked as you glared at him and he just laughed it off at the end with his eye smile. “I’m just kidding, you’re too serious Y/N.”

“You’re lucky you’re my friend or else I’ll sue you for flirting with me.” You replied rolling your eyes yet he just let out a chuckle and wrapped your cut with a gauze bandage with a wide rectangular cotton pad inside, enough to cover everything.

“There’s no law about flirting unless if I made you uncomfortable, that’s sexual harassment.” He smiled as you watch him do his job, sighing at the fact that he knows how to dwell from your statements.

Seungmin has been working as your residence doctor in the law firm. You didn’t know why he established a clinic in the office when he could do his job in the hospital or somewhere independent. But at least you’re thankful that he’s there, working 24/7, and can be accessed whenever you need him. Given the example of what’s happening right now when you’re supposed to take a rest after a tiring day but you ended up driving back to the law firm after confronting your drunk neighbor being loud as hell. Screw the thin walls and poor construction of the apartments, you couldn’t even concentrate if you were reading some cases during late nights. The stupid old man threw a bottle of beer on you and held your arms as defense, explaining the frustration on Seungmin’s face. Luckily, there were still a few colleagues of yours working at his hour, including the cute doctor.

Aside from his medical career, Seungmin also knows a lot about the law because his father was a lawyer. And if you would say a lot, he told you that he read his father’s books and code of laws when he’s bored. You can also admit that he has the potential to become one because you couldn’t deny the fact that he makes you dumbfounded when he explains something about all the cases you’ve been assigned to which they all made sense. He would also watch your trials and highlights your mistakes.

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes. “You should become a lawyer yourself, not a doctor.”

“I prefer to study medicine than to deal with the law. I know your frustrations and headaches every time Jisung would give tons of papers to read. Besides, I already know a lot.” He smiled as he secured the gauze band-aid with a small safety pin. “That’s good to go. Just don’t be careless next time. Go to a hotel or somewhere comfortable. You can’t stay here for the night, are you?”

“I can’t sleep here. This place makes me think about work.” You sighed.

“Then why did you come here instead of a hospital, dumbass?” He asked as he stood up, cleaned the area, and took all his stuff inside the first aid box.

“I was reading the murder case of Mr. Choi and I’m trying to focus. Going to a hospital would be a waste of time. This case has no suspect yet, I still have to contact the detective in charge.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded in response.

“This is so frustrating it’s been 3 days.” You said giving a deep sigh.

“You should think about that tomorrow and find a place to stay. The thought of moving places might come at you and,” He paused looking at his wristwatch. “I need to go home.”

“Already?” You pouted.

“Yeah, it’s like there’s only 5 of you here working at this hour and I still have to go to the hospital by morning. Good night Y/N.” He said and fled outside with his bag. Another sigh escaped from your lips, he didn’t even let you say good night as well but that doesn’t matter anyway. You went to your office and sat comfortably on your swivel chair, easing the pain of your cut. It’s almost 1 am and you just wanted to rest. You can’t even go home since you’re too angry about that old man, and you didn’t want to make a fuss out of it anymore. Seungmin’s suggestion is possible for you. Maybe looking for a place to stay might give you peace and order.

Shrugging the thoughts off, your eyes felt heavy at the moment and you didn’t realize falling asleep on your desk. It’s so quiet in the law firm at night, you wish this kind of comfort in your own place as well. Moving from your apartment after being hired as a lawyer in this law firm happened two years ago. It was still vivid to the fact that the head of the firm wanted to hire you because he heard a lot about how famous you were in law school. You were one of the top students and your professor recommended you to this law firm after you passed the bar exam. But despite the skies of blue ahead of you, it’s still frustrating that some would take you for granted. You had been carrying difficult cases since and Jisung, your beloved assistant, does help you a lot, by annoying the hell out of you.

By each time, you kept on waking up because of the uncomfortable position you were in. Time didn’t matter to you anymore. You couldn’t even go home, no mother to talk to since she abandoned you and your father died because of murder years ago. In short, you became an orphan at a young age. You had a hard time in college keeping yourself up and avoiding hunger. But still, you managed to become a successful lawyer and have enough money to sustain yourself, well, it’s much more than you could ask for. You managed to buy a car but having a hard time finding a decent place to live.

The sun had risen so fast that it was already 7 am. The law firm opens at 9 am but, Jisung came too early and saw you spacing out in your office.

“Boss? What are you doing here so early?” He asked opening your door.

“What makes you think I am?” You asked, still looking at the blank side of the wall.

“Did you stay here all night?” Then you turned to look at him with dark circles beneath your eyes. “You look horrible, and that. What happened to you?” He asked again looking at your injured arm as he sipped onto his cup of coffee in one hand.

“Some drunk bastard threw me a bottle last night that’s why I ended up here.” You sighed. “You’re too early today. It’s weird.”

“Seungmin called this morning, he asked if I could check on you. He even told me to come to work early.” He shrugged. “I heard Mr. Seo would come to visit us this morning but you can’t face him looking like that, you need to go home first.”

“You’re not kind of annoying today.” You smirked. “But yes I need to go home first. Thanks for the coffee.” You added taking the cup of coffee from his hand and leaving the building. Jisung pouted and went to his own desk which is just inside your office and organized his things. Proceeding to the parking lot, you grabbed your keys and went inside your car to drive yourself home. By the time you reached your apartment, the scenario from last night flooded your thoughts as you saw the broken glass pieces of some bottles from your neighbor. One of them had your blood dried out after hours of the incident. You’re going to sue them later anyway.

You flopped on your bed after locking everything out and decided to take a nap. But after a few moments of your sleep, Jisung rang your phone making you grunt in frustration. Grabbing your phone beside your bag, you lay on your back and answered the phone.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I have good news and bad news for you.” He said through the line.

“Spill it out already.” You backfired.

“No good morning?” He teased as you could imagine his sly smirk from the other side of the phone as you roll your eyes.

“No good morning! Now what?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Jisung asked, with his hands trembling as he read the documents from the detective’s perspective.

“You choose.”

“Okay okay so uhm, the good news is, the murder case that was given to you as a person of interest now and they’re planning to have an interrogation so you’ll just have to see the detective by tomorrow’s schedule.” He explained while having his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he read the documents.

“And the bad news?”

“Seungmin’s the person of interest.” He sighed as you jolted out of bed.

“What?!”

“Yeah, you better come back here. The detective’s here.” Jisung as a harsh sigh escaped from your lips.

“Give me an hour.”

What Jisung has said struck you to the bone until you’re on your way back to the law firm being decent unlike hours ago. Screw your sleeping schedule, you have a case on your hands now. You head to the parking lot and hurriedly walked inside, the sound of your heels were already too familiar that Jisung can recognize you a few gaps away. The detective has two attendants with him as you enter your office with Jisung talking to them, and immediately, he handed you the documents.

“Finally you’re here.” The detective said.

“Have you filed a warrant?” You asked, scanning the papers.

“My assistant is on his way here with the warrant. We need to take him this afternoon.” He replied.

“What? I thought it will be tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

“As soon as possible perhaps. He’s in the hospital now.” With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bag and slipped the documents inside.

“I’ll talk to him right now. Just leave him alone until tomorrow.”

“But orders?” The detective objected.

“Jisung will you cover for me until I come back? I’ll be seeing Seungmin pronto.” You snapped as Jisung saluted you.

“Yes, boss!” He said in obedience.

“Just until tomorrow.” You said as the detective’s assistant just arrived with the warrant. “I’ll take care of that.” Grabbing the folder from the assistant, you immediately exited the office and went straight to your car leaving the other dumbfounded, and Jisung initiating them to go out. You head straight to the hospital and screwed the traffic. Things were running in your mind like how did Seungmin become the person of interest? He looks so innocent to be a criminal and too unbothered about the law. Or so you expected him to be. You tightened your grip on the wheel cursing the stupid traffic when you have to see Seungmin now. The murder case that has occupied last week was a bit confusing to you and the officers took 3 days to find someone capable, and not the last person you wanted to put in jail.

“Excuse me, do you know where Doctor Kim is?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Do you have any appointments with Doctor Kim, Ma'am?” The nurse asked back as you sighed.

“I'm his lawyer, I need to see him now. Like right now.” You argued as the nurse went to call in his clinic. It made you a little bit pissed off, not because of the attendant but the fact that why is Seungmin involved with the murder. It's just like he started working in the law firm just months ago and it doesn't make any sense at all.

“Ma'am, Doctor Kim is currently making his rounds, you have to wait for an hour.”

“What? An hour?” You exclaimed but, the nurse couldn't do anything about it and you ended up waiting for him at his clinic.

Exhausted at the fact of waiting and sleep-deprived, you took a seat noticing how clean his area was, organized records of his patients inside the shelves in color-coded folders, a minimalist desk with his glass nameplate on it, and tools were neatly arranged on the other table above a white cloth. Nevertheless, you were just amused and flopped on his couch which basically is for his patients but there's no one around and his assistant just left the moment you arrived. Being sleep deprived human being, you decided to take a nap to ease the one-hour wait for your most awaited colleague. Seungmin has been so busy and his room is so quiet.

The latter on the other hand is recording his patient's recovery in one room above his office, glasses tacked above his nose as he scanned the dextrose IV. And by the time he clicked his pen, he formed a smile at the patient, and rest assured they'll be discharged soon. Seungmin handed the nurse the record and left the ward. This was his last-minute for his morning rounds and he needed coffee for a break. He's been going with sleepless nights too, attending meetings with the other doctors, studying his patients' conditions and of course, he has his law firm clinic sideline when he doesn't have to go to the hospital. It was kind of weird to attend a law firm rather than an independent clinic but Seungmin just wanted to have something to take care of.

He went down a few floors via elevator and went straight to a vending machine near his office. After choosing some decent coffee, a sigh escaped from his lips, wanting an iced Americano. The heels of his shoes were audible enough in a quiet hallway as he walked towards his office, sipping onto his delighted drink. When he was about to open the door, he stopped after peeking through the glass and saw your shoes. It was so familiar at a first glance, yet hesitated to enter. But he knew he could trust you.

“Y/N.” He called, closing the door behind him which made you woke up, fixing yourself to look decent.

“Oh, you’re here.” You said, sitting up straight.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.” He asked, walking towards his desk and placing his cup of coffee.

“Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, taking the folder from your bag. Seungmin furrowed his brows as he took off his lab coat, placing it on his swivel chair.

“Hiding?” He asked back being confused. “I’m not hiding anything?”

“No? Then what’s this?” You retorted slamming the folder on his desk. Seungmin sighed as he took off his glasses, took the folder, and read the documents. But then suddenly, he laughed making you glared at him. “What’s funny?”

“This is bullshit Y/N.” He smirked. “Where did you get this?”

“Did you do this?” You asked again, standing up from your seat. Seungmin placed the folder on his desk and leaned forward, with his hands on the edges of the table, and gave you a direct, mesmerizing, serious, look.

“I did.” He smiled.

“Oh fuck.” You sighed harshly, grabbing your hair. “I can’t believe it! How could you?! And how could you admit it so fast? You’re a criminal? Really? Someone who looks so innocent like you? Fuck.”

“Thanks, but looks can be deceiving sometimes, and if that’s what you believe in the accusations and my statement. Do you have any proof that I’m the killer?” He asked. “You can’t conclude it that easily, aren’t you honey?”

“You, admitting the case is already evidence!” But Seungmin scoffed.

“I’m just a person of interest, am I? They can’t tell that it is exactly me, without evidence. And even if they give me a warrant, still they have to investigate me.”

“I know but there’s still a possibility of you being the primary suspect because of what you said.” You snapped. “But if it’s not you, who is it?”

“Collaborate with the chief detective and the police to investigate. But if I got convicted, be my lawyer.” He said. “But for a lawyer like you, you’re so gullible and having seconds thoughts of me as a criminal. You’re not usually like that. Do you like me?” He smirked again making you caught off guard.

“What?” You exclaimed, feeling flustered. “No! I mean, you’re my friend and we’ve known each other for months now, well, I know I still have a lot to learn about you but you don’t seem to be that person.” You added which Seungmin just took it and sighed.

“Thanks again. But whatever, since that folder indicated a warrant…” He paused, folding his knuckled and brought his wrists together, “Arrest me.” He said looking at you with a sly smirk.

“You’re a literal maniac.” You responded.

“Watch your words, you don’t know how capable I am.” He said in a monotonous tone.

“I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.” But he just chuckled. “I’m calling them to come here and get you.”

“Yeah, you do that.” He said, taking a seat on his swivel chair and watching you get frustrated over the phone call. Seungmin just took one random medical record from his shelf and studied the patient’s background. In your perspective, he looked so calm for someone who’s convicted with the label of being the person of interest, it’s not like you’re jumping to conclusions that he’s the one who did the murder but you’re just having second thoughts about him. The phone call ended in a few minutes as you glanced at Seungmin who is now busy facing his monitor to study further, only a sigh escaped from your lips, and flopped on the couch. “You seemed exhausted,”

“None of your business.” You retorted.

A few moments passed by and Seungmin is being fetched by the police and the detective as well. You were permitted to come with them to represent as his lawyer. For the minute he got caught, everyone was so shocked at the news that the most skilled and kind doctor in their hospital got arrested for murder. Others had a hard time trying to believe it but others don’t seem to care and jump to conclusions in a blink of an eye, while a few of them just started baseless rumors. You sat beside Seungmin inside the car with hands being cuffed. The detective was in the front seat and his assistant started to drive. Seungmin had his eyes set on the window as you traveled the highway to the station. Taking a glance at him, you held his hand making him flinch.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t believe that you did it.” You said.

“I know right.” He said, smirking, slipping his hand away from your grip making you sigh in disbelief.

Seungmin was guided to the interrogation room and then you again sat beside him. It was quiet and dark at the edges of the room. The light bulb at the center part of the ceiling is too bright for your eyes. The doctor didn’t seem to care and his face is telling everyone he was in the bad mood. The detective sat down with some documents and placed them on the table, sliding the folder in front of him.

“These are photos from the crime scene.” He said. “We also found your camera in the trash.” Your eyes widened about the camera. Documents Jisung must’ve given incomplete documents, leaving the camera as a shred of evidence.

“Are you sure that’s mine?” Seungmin asked.

“It has your fingerprints on it and this, you’ve taken these pictures too.” They added, showing the pictures from the camera. A sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips and shook his head.

“Are you sure I was there?” He asked again.

“Do you have an alibi to prove that you’re not?” The detective asked as you looked at Seungmin. “You’re free to speak for him, Y/N. Where are you last Saturday, 20:00?”

“I was in the hospital,” Seungmin said.

“He does his job from the hospital to the law firm and I believe he only comes every morning and goes to the hospital by afternoon.” You said.

“How about your night shifts?” The detective asked again.

“I do have my night shifts on weekends,” Seungmin responded.

“Then why did the nurse from the front desk tell us that you ended your shift at 18:25 and didn’t come back?” Seungmin was stunned and got too flustered to answer. You also waited for him to say something but he fell into silence as the detective smirked.

“Seungmin?” You called.

“Can’t answer?”

A loud sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips as he glared at the detective and his assistant. Seungmin doesn’t really visit the law firm during the weekends because he and Jisung would take it as their off. They seemed quite close to the fact that they went to college together. You didn’t even bother to ask him what he does during the weekends but maybe it’s time for you to do so, besides, Jisung is already on his way to the station.

“You!” Soobin exclaimed, arriving in the room.

“Mr. Choi, you’re not allowed to come inside!” The detective said.

“My father is so kind to let you work as a doctor in our law firm but why did you kill him?! Fucking bastard! You deserve to be in jail.” He said when Seungmin stayed calm as he grabbed his collar.

“Hands off.” You responded taking Seungmin away from Soobin. “There has been a misunderstanding Mr. Choi, please calm down.”

“Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when that idiot killed my dad?!” Beomgyu suddenly interrupted the younger brother of Soobin.

“You can’t tell it’s him without further investigations.” You said.

“His alibi says so! He can’t even answer.” Soobin exclaimed pointing at Seungmin.

Soobin and Beomgyu are the sons of the late victim, and soon to the owner of the law firm if their father didn’t die early. Soobin is currently working as the head of the law firm for a temporary position while Beomgyu does all the meetings and evaluations. They happened to be with Jisung who is currently outside the room, waiting for you.

“If you have something to say, say it now!” You told Seungmin but your client just rolled his eyes.

“This is kind of embarrassing but if you wish to know what happened to me that night, fine. I’ll tell you.” He said and sat down properly, trying to give a good alibi to the fuming Soobin and Beomgyu.

“What?” Soobin asked.

“I went out at 6pm from the hospital and went home. I didn’t decide to come back since I was tired of doing my rounds the whole afternoon. I wanted to relax.” Seungmin said.

“By killing someone?” Beomgyu smirked when the former looked at him with a playful look and chuckled.

“If I find happiness in killing someone, you’d be the first to be eliminated,” Seungmin added. “But since I don’t, happiness for me is to rest, and have wild, rough sex with my lawyer right here. Isn’t that right Y/N?” He smirked making you flustered as Jisung made a loud gasp, after setting his foot in the room.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re having a major crush on him? Goodness Y/N, you’re that desperate to have sex?” Jisung said covering his mouth when you punched him on his shoulder. “Aww!” He exclaimed.

“Shut up!” You exclaimed after feeling the heat inside your cheeks and wanted to explode because of embarrassment.

“What?” Soobin asked in disbelief. “Rough sex? What the fuck are you talking about?”

The detective sighed loudly as he exited the room with you following him. Jisung tried to deal with Soobin and Beomgyu on the other hand while Seungmin remained inside with the detective’s assistant. The thing is, they can’t put him in jail yet since there is still lacking in the investigations and Beomgyu demanded more. Soobin would shake his head and get frustrated about why it was taking so slow. Seungmin would have his first trial next week and you were hired to be his prosecutor instead. Jisung would take over you due to his unnecessary sentiments. It feels like you don’t know him anymore. How could he be so direct and stupid?

Everything was dismissed for the day and you went to the bathroom to wash your face. The embarrassment from before wouldn’t escape from your mind. What was he thinking anyway? As if you’d do something like that if you were really close or whatever. You looked at yourself in the mirror as the water drips down from your side bangs to your face and sighed. This has been a busy day for you and you still need to take Seungmin home. You wiped your face gently and fixed your make-up. Jisung was waiting outside with the cute doctor you once trusted, Seungmin.

“Soobin and Beomgyu went back to the law firm,” Jisung said. “I have to take care of Seungmin’s trial for next week, I think you should take him home.”

“Drive us back to the hospital at least?” You asked as Jisung gave you a nod and went to the parking lot first. “I’m disappointed in you.” You said as Seungmin shrugged.

“Y/N, you’ll eventually quit your job after knowing the truth.” He smiled. “But don’t worry, I won’t make things harder for you, and I won’t run away.”

Seungmin went to follow Jisung leaving you behind. He’s actually making you confused and giving mixed emotions but that doesn’t mean you’ll quit his case. The fact that you can’t believe this is happening right now, Seungmin would probably change your perspective and won’t be the last person you’ll throw in jail. It was your job to defend him but thanks to his perverted remarks, Jisung took that opportunity from you. You will get it next time, or who knows what will happen to you for the next few days.

You didn’t go back to the law firm after taking Seungmin home. It was total silence between you two and he didn’t even bother to apologize after embarrassing you in the station. You were upset of course, and Seungmin shrugged it off. Expecting someone like him to have a decent personality but that totally broke the glass. The apartment is quiet this time and it was already evening as you head straight to your bathroom to take a nice, warm shower. Your cut did sting as hell as you wash it but the doctor who treated it is making you frustrated. Who knows what’s in his mind right now and what the hell he’s doing.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you finished showering and treated your cut. Changing into comfortable clothes, you went to the kitchen and cooked dinner. There were still a lot of documents to read and it’s making you hungry. Today is an exhausting day either, you need to rest. But your job says, no. Good thing Soobin was too kind to dismiss you for today after being so mad about Seungmin. For sure he won’t be getting his job back in the law firm’s clinic or the hospital.

Dinner flew by and now you’re reading the case again. You couldn’t even concentrate even though the neighborhood is quiet and decent today. Seungmin is running in your mind. After all, you still believe that he’s not the one who killed Mr. Choi and you hope Jisung would help you with it. You just have to prove that he’s not guilty. Yet the pieces of evidence found were too strong to represent that he’s the suspect and even the way he speaks.

“Doctor Kim? What’s his case?” A colleague asked.

“Murder.”

Jisung sighed at the conversation as he handed you a cup of water after feeling the stress the moment you arrived in your office this morning. You’re not in the mood to deal with Seungmin’s case right now and of course, you hated the fact of going to work today. But you can’t reject your job and Jisung would whine like a kid if you didn’t come.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I don’t know but thanks for asking.” You sighed.

“I think you should go and visit Seungmin right now.” He asked, checking the online documents.

“Jisung, I’m so tired.” You said. “I don’t want to see his face either.”

“Is it because of what he said or because he’s a criminal?” Jisung asked again, not taking his eyes away from the big monitor at the top of his desk with his hands sliding the mouse.

“I got over the embarrassment yesterday but, can you tell me about him?” Then that’s when Jisung gave you a teasing look.

“Why are you so interested? You like him don’t you?” He chuckled which made you scoff.

“No, but I know you guys are so close, I just want to know what kind of person he is.” Jisung nodded in response.

“Seungmin is not a bad person for me. I mean way back when we were in college, he loves to read, he excels in academics, he loves baseball and photography, he’s not the type to rebel and had his own principles. His family has also expectations from him but he didn’t let them down. He came from a rich family of lawyers but he proceeded to take his doctorate career. He’s a kind and perfect son, but I’m not saying he’s innocent because I know that we did some bad things before but yeah, Seungmin is just like anyone else in this world too, but, when you get to know him, maybe you’ll change how you see him.” Jisung smiled. “You know Seungmin lived alone now ever since he graduated from med school. His parents went to live overseas that’s why I and our other friends are taking care of him. I think you should too since you’re in his case as well. But whatever happens, even if he gets convicted and proven guilty. I won’t leave him behind, Y/N.”

“I guess you guys are more like a family huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I mean, when I was left alone, he’s one of the reasons why I’m still here.” He smiled. “We usually hang out during the weekends, we’d go somewhere and have fun.”

Now that Jisung mentioned it, you still need to dive deeper into their weekend activities. But suspicions aside, his words got stuck in your mind as you drive towards Seungmin’s address, it was raining hard, but you managed to get in. There were guards on his doorsteps and CCTVs everywhere. You didn’t remember them from yesterday or maybe because you didn’t pay attention to the details. He’s being watched in his own home, well, he lives in a freaking big mansion but what would you expect? Just like what Jisung said, Seungmin is rich and it’s obvious.

You went straight to his living room which was said to be on the second floor, well, according to Jisung and the guards outside as well. He didn’t go to work, obviously, and someone named Bang Chan took over his shift until he was proven innocent or not. Anyway, Seungmin was drinking wine while watching a movie. You saw him wearing his white robe and his legs rested on the table in front of his couch.

“Hey Y/N.” He said not taking his eyes from the screen when he’s aware of your presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check on you.” You smiled.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He asked as he sat up straight and gestured for you to sit down.

“I am but, I got over on what you told everyone yesterday.” You said calmly.

“It was a joke.” He said, standing up from his seat and going to the kitchen which is just next to the living room. A sigh escaped from your lips as you followed him around, and you admit he’s quite hot on his look today. Wet hair, white robe, and a glass of wine on his hand. Piercings on his ears too, and that serious face while pouring a small amount of wine on his glass.

“It wasn’t a joke for me.” You retorted.

“I know.” He responded and took a sip. “I know you’re here for something, just tell me.”

“Like I said, I just wanted to check on you. I’m not your lawyer anymore right? Thanks to you.” You roll your eyes which made him chuckle and placed his glass on the top of the counter, crossing his arms on his chest, looking at you. “What?”

“I like you though. It’s just that you’re just dense or whatever. Jisung said you’re a strong independent young woman and yeah I believe him.” He said. “Are they pressuring you at perhaps?”

“No, but you are.” You scoffed. “I know my job is quite stressful but when I knew about you, it became heavier for me. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Oh baby, you have to prove me guilty first.” He smirked. “What if I’m not the killer?” He added as you smiled, leaning towards him, trying to lessen the gap between your faces.

“Try me.” You whispered as Seungmin stared into your eyes but he could help but to glance at your lips and go back to the former.

“I sure will.”

His lips landed on yours making you caught off guard, but it tasted like wine and you suddenly feel intoxicated with it that you gave in so easily. It felt warm and gentle at first as he held you close to his body but it became more sensual when you felt his hand squeezing your ass which made you push him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked with your cheeks burning red.

“I want you to do something for me.” He said leaning on the counter.

“I’m not doing anything for you.” You retorted, glaring at him but Seungmin doesn’t seem so bothered.

“I know you would say that but I guess I have to force you in my way.” He smirked. “I hope you won’t regret working for that law firm Y/N.”

“Why would I?” Scoffing at the sight of him, Seungmin smiled, cupping your cheeks, brushing his lips onto yours. Your heart started to beat faster as he started on your eyes.

“Why don’t you find it yourself and then I should tell you what I know.” Placing a soft kiss on your lips, you’ve been dying to know what Seungmin has been talking about and why is he being so weird? As if he knows something about your life. Jisung is being mysterious as well, both of them are not telling you enough to prove your suspicions. Besides, Seungmin doesn’t even share his agenda during weekends and the latter just said only a few.

Seungmin lifted you up to sit down on his counter, not minding his glass of wine scattered on the floor as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t push him away either, there’s something about him that makes you hooked and weak this time. Jisung knows about your stupid crush on Seungmin but it wasn’t as much as that you would be head over heels with him. You don’t even expect him to like you back or anything in return, but making out with you is unexpected.

Your lips molded together as you tasted the taste of his wine as he stood between your legs while your arms wrapped around his neck. Seungmin tried to take off your blazer and unbuttoned your blouse. Being mesmerized as you are, you didn’t even bother to protest and let him do everything. Your clothes fell on the floor, leaving you with only your black lingerie. His lips traveled down to your neck squeezing your boobs making you leave out a soft moan. A smirk was formed on his face as he kissed you again, carrying you to his bedroom, and locked the door. You felt his soft mattress behind your back as he hovered over you, spreading your legs for him to kiss you better.

“Hmmm…” You moaned in his lips as he slid his fingers inside your panties feeling your wetness making you tremble beneath him.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” He said licking your lips, sliding your panty off. “If I fuck you right now, will you quit your job and work for me?” But you didn’t get to answer when you saw him tear a sachet of condom, slide himself in, and started to thrust inside you.

“Make me…”

“Sure I will.” He said capturing your lips again as he thrust himself slow and deep. You held his nape closer to yours deepening the kiss as he managed to unclasp your bra, removing everything, and ended up on the floor, even his white robe. “I didn’t know you’re hiding something more beautiful than your face, Y/N.” He added, leaving wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your chest until you felt his lips sucking your nipple while squeezing the other. A lustful moan escaped from your lips as Seungmin thrust himself faster. You dug your fingers on his bareback making him groan above you keeping his pace between your legs. “Fuck, you’re tight!”

“Aaahh... Seungmin!”

A torrid kiss came to your lips as he held your cheek, your hands grabbing his hair, preventing yourself from screaming in his kiss but his movements tell you otherwise.

Seungmin kissed your forehead as he fixed the covers enough to make you warm. He even pulled you into a tight hug and start stroking your hair, you managed to smile, giving him a soft kiss on the lips making him giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you gave him a nod.

“Why do you want me to quit?” You asked him back kissing his shoulder.

“Will you believe me?”

“What is it?” Seungmin smiled, kissing you again. His lips were soft and gentle not like the last time. It feels so warm and sweet, which you’re starting to love. Which is kind of impulsive of you to make him take advantage of you just a few moments ago. You didn’t mind, it’s Seungmin after all. You didn’t care about your job so suddenly that you just wanted to melt on his bed. It's kind of funny how having sex with him made you change your perspective too fast.

“You want to know the truth?” His eyes landed on yours as you gave him a small nod. “Y/N, if I tell you everything, you won’t turn your back from me right?”

“Seungmin just tell me…” Seungmin kissed you again but just like a few seconds ago, you can’t refuse his lips being on yours. Even if you wanted to know what he meant, you guessed he’s not ready to tell you everything.

“It might sound so quick and stupid but I love you…” He said between the kiss when you just smiled and went to kiss him deeper.

Later that evening, you went home and took a shower. Scenarios from his mansion flashed in your mind making you shiver under the hot bath. You can still feel his touch on your body and started to squeeze your boobs sliding your other hand down between your legs, caressing your slit making you wet. Biting your lip, you laid your back inside your bathtub, spreading your legs, inserting your two fingers inside you while playing with your nipples. You tried not to moan loudly and continued to pleasure yourself imagining him fucking you. The thoughts of what happened are making you crazy to the fact that you made your fingers fasten their pace as another lustful moan escaped from your lips, pinching your nipples hard.

“Hmmm… fuck. Just why…” You groaned licking your wetness from your fingers, breathing heavily. Closing your eyes, you stayed inside the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to relax yet staring at your wall, letting the hot water hit your naked body isn’t helping to minimize the thoughts of Seungmin touching you. You’re supposed to think about his case because his first trial will occur a few days from now. Besides, you knew Jisung has been working on it and you only have to prove him guilty or not. But the words from earlier made you feel something different. You wanted to know what’s he is hiding or what he and Jisung are hiding from you.

You pinched your cheeks trying to get back to reality and washed yourself. It’s going to be a long night filled with Seungmin and his mysterious background.

Jisung saw you in your office spacing out on a paper that is supposed to be examined by you. After being hired as the prosecutor, you just wanted to say he’s not guilty and the case closed. But to your sorrow, you have to see him in the court. Jisung cleared his throat trying to distract you, which it did.

“Seems like you’re too occupied.” He said. “Did something happen when you were in his house?” Your cheeks turned red and started to fan yourself using the documents.

“No. What makes you think of that?” You chuckled nervously.

“Seungmin told me that you stayed there for a while. Did you find something suspicious?”

“We just talked.” You lied. “But I didn’t get much.”

“Bummer.” He sighed.

“How’s the case going by the way?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“The police didn’t find anyone aside from him Y/N. I think they’re trying to take Seungmin to jail. But I have my own suspicions though.” Jisung said, thinking.

“Like what?”

“I wasn’t with Seungmin last Saturday but he told me he was doing something important, I mean I don’t know where he went but it’s impossible for him to show up at Mr. Choi’s residence in that kind of hour. I would say he stays home during the weekends and study,” He answered which you gave him a disappointed look.

“I thought you’re going to say something that would help me prove that he’s not guilty.” You scoffed.

“I am, he doesn’t even like guns,” Jisung said. “I would say, he’s not, and he’s framed. You didn’t find anything suspicious in his house right?”

“How would she find anything in my house when I’m having sex with her?” Seungmin suddenly came making Jisung almost scream.

“What?” He asked.

“Seungmin!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” It was just him, no one else.

“I’m trying to check on you after what happened yesterday.” He smirked.

“No, I mean how did you get here?” You asked again.

“I ran away, but this will be only temporary.” He chuckled.

“Is that why you’re spacing out?” Jisung asked. “Wow, Seungmin, I didn’t know you would hook up with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter.” Jisung snickered when he realized what he just said. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you having wide eyes in shock.

“Who?” You asked. Seungmin suddenly glared at Jisung. “You guys know my dad? What do you know about him?”

“Actually…” Jisung started with you starting to tremble in shock.

“Shut your mouth,” Seungmin told him as he looked at you. “Y/N, we’ll explain later, I promise.” He said as he held your shoulders, trying to calm you down.

“Why do I have to wait? You told me you’re going to say something to me. Is it about him?” You asked, trying not to break down but tears started to form from your eyes. Jisung felt guilt upon slipping a disclosed information that only goes to him, Seungmin, and the rest of their friends.

“Han, Hyunjin’s outside, tell him to park the car at the back of Y/N’s office. We need to go.” He said.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Just pretend that you left.” Seungmin glared at him making Jisung pack his things and left the office. Your legs felt weak as your brain is trying to process what was going on.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” You told Seungmin as he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I will just come with us.” He said when Hyunjin suddenly parked his car at the back of your office. Jisung signaled you to come out as Seungmin opened the window, pulling you outside. Opening the door of the car, Seungmin pushed you inside as Hyunjin stepped on the gas and drove away. Being undercover is such a hassle, good thing they both managed to pass the guards at the parking lot, but you were still in shock about the thing Jisung just spilled.

“We’re in the car, what’s stopping you from telling me now?” You asked, glaring at Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jisung both glanced at the rare view mirror as the latter sighed.

“Should’ve stopped my mouth for spilling something too soon.” Jisung laughed it out but Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said.

“You’ve been spying on Y/N and the law firm for months now Seungmin. Now that this idiot beside me cannot be entrusted with secrets just spilled it out, I think you should explain why Y/N and you got accused of the homicide.” Hyunjin said trying to focus on the road. He seems so unfamiliar to you and you can’t deny that red hair suits him.

“Is hooking up allowed?” Jisung asked.

“Shut up Jisung, please.” You scolded making the former pout.

“Listen Y/N, whatever the things that you will know in a few minutes might shock you even more but please, trust us on this.”

The four of you entered the mansion and headed to Seungmin’s office on the third floor. Jisung assisted you to sit on the sofa as Seungmin and Hyunjin sat across from you. There was silence and constant staring at each other. Seungmin took a deep breath and drank a few amounts of water as he proceed.

“You see, I’m a consigliere.” Seungmin started,

“A what?!” You asked.

“He’s part of a mafia, and most specifically, Bang Chan hyung’s adviser, our boss,” Hyunjin responded.

“You guys are part of the mafia? Did you kill my father?!” You asked, standing up from your place when Jisung tried to calm you down.

“Easy Y/N, that’s why we’re doing this is to explain everything,” Jisung said pulling you down to sit.

“Girl, let me just elaborate on everything.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, Seungmin is too nervous to speak. “Seeing Seungmin being like this towards you is not actually part of the plan. The things are like this, Chan hyung already knows what’s going to happen to Mr. Choi that’s why Seungmin disguised himself to be your resident doctor, but of course, he is eligible. Second, the death of your father involves Mr. Choi as well. Third, we have been spying on you ever since Seungmin started to work there. Fourth, we already know who killed your father but the one who killed Mr. Choi is still under investigation.”

“We just wanted you to work as Seungmin’s prosecutor until we find the one who did the crime,” Jisung added.

“I have so many questions but does that mean Seungmin is innocent? Right?” You asked.

“Seungmin was framed, his camera was stolen and was used by the killer. They couldn’t trace who did it that’s why they found his fingerprints instead. And the sad thing is, you can’t call him as a witness because he himself is being accused as an offender.” Hyunjin explained.

“You can be his witness and Jisung can provide evidence for him.” You said.

“We can do that, but, Soobin and Beomgyu will turn him in for sure. Seungmin can’t go to jail.” Jisung said.

“Right, what do you want me to do about it?” You asked, looking at Seungmin.

“Play as my prosecutor on my first trial, it’s in a few days, but we will find the real killer for this case. The police are so slow and they’re focusing on me for now.” Seungmin responded making you sigh heavily.

“Okay, but first, where were you during the time of the murder?” You asked.

“I was in our warehouse, I was with Jeongin and Minho hyung, trying to get a glimpse with our alleged suspects,” Seungmin answered.

“You could’ve said that to the police when they interrogated you.” You sigh.

“They can’t know that I’m a part of the mafia, Y/N.” He said rolling his eyes. “If you prove me innocent after my first trial, quit your job and work for us.”

“You’re going against the law! You didn’t even tell me about knowing my father and his death right? You exclaimed.

“You being in this household is already against the law,” Seungmin argued. “Being involved with someone like me is already a crime.”

“Fuck! I know!” You yelled. “Why are you keeping me here? You can you just tell me every fucking thing I need to fucking know now!”

You kicked the door as you made your way out as Jisung tried to call you. They already explained everything about it and you needed some time to process all of it. You got mad at Seungmin of course, and who the hell that Bang Chan who started the plan. Hyunjin didn’t even care. It turns out that the owner of the law firm killed your father years ago because of some agreement. You knew your father was a journalist and he was willing to expose the corruption Mr. Choi made in the government and supplying illegal drugs. The law firm was just a cover and he tried to clean himself by paying the media a big amount of money, even after the assassination of your father, it was all hidden under the rock and of course, money to keep everyone shut. But Seungmin knew about the case and decided to lay low until he can speak to you.

Your protests during the case became useless and nobody listened to you until you decided to be a lawyer and started working at the law firm, without knowing that the old man who accepted you was the one who killed your father. Now that he’s dead, you can’t do anything about it and find the one who killed him. You wanted to scream at the fact that you’re so mad and you want to punch someone on the face but you can’t. Being angry can drain your energy. You just have to keep close with Seungmin now and cooperate with the rest of his group. Who knows what will happen next?

And you’re too curious why Mr. Choi was killed and who killed him.

Seungmin on the other hand sighed heavily after explaining everything to you while Hyunjin tried to console him. Jisung already called Chan who is taking Seungmin’s rounds at the hospital, telling him that you already know, then he, called for a meeting that night. Meanwhile, you went back to your office and tried to organize your thoughts by reading Mr. Choi’s case all over again. But this just made you more upset. You wanted to do something but in some cases right now, it’s hard to move without basis, besides, the culprit is already dead and if those people who are part of the mafia would represent as witnesses, the court will only question them.

The whiteboard was displayed in front of the desk as Hyunjin tried to trace every piece of evidence and persons of interest. Starting with his remarkable red hair and black marker, everyone anticipated his announcements.

“We have two suspects for Mr. Choi’s assassination.” He started as he gestured to the board. “His two sons, Soobin and Beomgyu.”

Chan stared at his notes and reviewed a few documents to study further about the case and Seungmin was polishing his gun. Jisung was with you at the office trying to console you either but you wanted to stay alone, he just went to his desk and listened to the meeting as Felix was streaming it for him. Jisung took his time to be serious in this meeting and Hyunjin has been giving good points towards the possible suspect. He can’t help but take a few glances at you to see how you’re doing because he will tell Seungmin about it later. A sigh suddenly escaped from his lips as he continued to guess who among the two would be the killer.

“Jisung and Seungmin found pieces of evidence, first, the camera from Seungmin’s house was stolen and bases on the CCTV footage the thief has a lean body and tall—”

“I think I know who,” Seungmin said as Hyunjin looked at him.

“Who?” Hyunjin asked.

“Hmm, Seungmin will reveal that person later, continue Hyunjin.” Chan said, keeping his eyes on the pictures from the crime scene and from Seungmin’s surveillance camera.

“Well you can just tell us if you know,” Hyunjin said.

“Keep talking,” Chan argued which made Hyunjin gulp onto his saliva and continued. Jeongin on the other hand is busy tracking the two persons of interest on his computer as Felix kept a serious face. The rest of the members were too occupied with Hyunjin statements but Seungmin suddenly fired towards the picture of his alleged prime suspect. Everyone was stunned and even Jisung’s ears got struck by the sound. A smirk was formed on his face as they looked at who it was.

The next day, you didn’t see Jisung coming to work in the law firm, but Soobin told you that the trial must go on and they’ll come later. And as you were preparing for the trial, your phone beeped loudly, indicating that you forgot to put it on silent mode. It was a message from an unknown number. Furrowing your brows, you clicked on the message and saw a video attachment on it, a small sigh escaped from your lips after expecting it would be another random video from a troll after your number is being exposed to social media because of your job. But hence, it was something far from a usual spam message. The video has got no thumbnail as you proceeded to click and watch. The expression of your face changed from calmness to horrified, you even dropped your phone and covered your mouth in shock.

“Y/N?” Soobin suddenly called outside your office. You quickly calmed yourself and looked in his direction, flashing a small smile.

“The trial will start in 5 minutes, my brother is also on his way now.” He smiled.

“Yes, Mr. Choi.” You said as you walked out and head to the trial court with him.

Soobin got busy with his phone as you were spacing out for a bit. You didn’t get to see Seungmin after you fled from his mansion and Jisung has gotten so busy. Sure you had small talks going on for the last two days but it wasn’t enough. He just sent you some documents to further assist the case and how would you claim him as guilty or innocent.

“Nervous?” Soobin asked as you shook your head.

“Not really.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“I just hope we could figure this out today and kick him in jail.” He sighed as he entered the courtroom with you behind him. Surprisingly, Seungmin was already inside with Jisung, and you went to your place. Both Jisung and Seungmin looked at you as you nodded in agreement. Even though the lack of communication sucks, everything was already planned. They both smiled at you as the judge entered. Your assistant prepared the projector and the white screen to be able to present your PowerPoint presentation comfortably, and when the judge gestured you to speak, you signaled your assistant to start the presentation.

“The case of Choi Seok, 72, male, was a horrifying crime that happened at 20:00, Saturday *insert date*, in the 7th Street XXXXX Village, the cause of his death was—” But your statement was stopped when your assistant’s computer was hacked and the video you saw earlier came to play. Soobin froze on his seat at the sight of the people involved.

“What is happening?” He asked as Seungmin smirked.

The content of the video:

4 men entered a room with a briefcase, they were all wearing black and sat in front of a wide table, holding their guns in place, Seungmin and Jisung were the two of them, you can’t see their faces but based on their bodies built, you’re sure it was them, including Hyunjin, hiding his gun inside his coat. The other one was probably Chan, their boss.

“It’s good to have you here.” Another familiar voice said with his chair, facing away from the camera. Jeongin probably hacked the surveillance camera inside that dark office. “Welcome to my hideout, Wolves.” The same voice has said and quickly turned his chair to face front.

“Beomgyu?” Soobin whispered underneath his breath.

“We’re going to cut it short, why did you frame Seungmin for killing your own father?” Chan asked.

“Oh, sorry, my bad. Did it hurt your little puppy?” Beomgyu smirked and laughed when both Hyunjin and Jisung pointed their guns at him. Beomgyu’s guards were quick enough to respond and held theirs too.

“Chan is asking why, and I will not hesitate to shoot you right now if you keep this bullshit going, you bastard!” Seungmin exclaimed, pointing his gun towards Beomgyu’s head, but then again, the former smiled.

“I don’t think so. After all, being close with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter made you braver eh? How much more if she knew about what my father did to him.” Beomgyu said.

“She already knows, just tell us why you did it and why the fuck you framed me for it,” Seungmin said glaring at him when Beomgyu just rolled his eyes.

“Why would I tell you?”

“If your older brother finds out you killed your father, he will kick you in jail for sure,” Chan said.

Soobin folded his knuckles as he buried his nails on his palm because of anger and disappointment while watching the video. He couldn’t believe it.

“You trespassed in my mansion, stole my camera, went home and killed your father, you even took pictures and disposed them to the bin making me look like the suspect! I’m sure you have your reasons.” Seungmin said.

“Since you’re so annoying, I’ll just tell you but, I will make sure that you won’t come out here, alive,” Beomgyu responded.

“Sure. But you will die first.” Seungmin smirked.

“Put your guns down, then I will put mine down as well.” He said when Chan gestured the three of them to ease their position. Jeongin and Felix are watching in front of Jeongin’s laptop while Minho and Changbin was outside the dark office, guarding the area. “I know that you already know about why I targeted you instead of leaving no suspect behind, simple, your father is the reason why my dad’s law firm is almost ruined, that’s why we have to hire your girlfriend to bring it up again. But what a small world indeed, her father exposed my dad that’s why her father has to go, and as for my own benefit, I had to eliminate him because Soobin will take over the firm. My dumb older brother? Really?! That fucking goody-two-shoes! My father’s favorite child while I’m being left alone under the shadows! You don’t know nothing!”

End of the video.

Soobin held his forehead as tears suddenly start to form in his eyes. He wanted to keep calm, he didn’t know much about it. Beomgyu pretended to be away during the crime and came home a few minutes before he did and acted like he was innocent. The door suddenly opened as Beomgyu was being dragged by Chan and Hyunjin, and his suit was covered with blood after trying to run away from the Wolves.

It was that night after the meeting when they decided to head into Beomgyu’s hideout. The gunfire Seungmin did, triggered the others to attack. While interrogating Beomgyu, his guards already lined up outside and caught them right after the meeting. The four of them were dragged outside the warehouse, Jeongin and Felix were caught from the rooftop, and Minho and Changbin also got dragged. They were made to kneel down after being circled with Beomgyu’s guards as he stood up in front.

“I guess I have to see you die at this point.” He said.

The guns were pointed at their necks as they were caught as a hostage but it doesn’t mean that they let them do whatever they want. Hyunjin was too quick to recover his gun inside his coat and hit a guard at the back of his neck as the others flee from the other guard's grip, taking out their guns. They were surrounded by a bunch of delinquents and they were only 8 of them, and Seungmin’s gun was pointed at Beomgyu’s.

“Don’t kill him, we need him alive,” Chan commanded as a guard took Beomgyu away.

“Seungmin, get him!”

Seungmin ran off and went to follow Beomgyu and his two guards while firing their bullets towards the former’s direction. He tried to hide to avoid the bullets and managed to dodge them as he ran after them. The others were also firing their guns at the opponents and dodging every single fire.

“Han, follow Seungmin, we’ll cover you,” Chan added as he went to fire. Jisung immediately fled as Chan shouted, fire, to his members. They have a trial to attend later in the morning. Seungmin on the other hand managed to kill one of Beomgyu’s guards and hid behind a barrel. He leaned on the cylinder as he craned his neck to see his opponent, Beomgyu has fled already and when he sensed that his guard is slowly approaching, a sound of the gun was heard. It was Jisung who managed to target the man on his chest.

“Thanks, bro,” Seungmin said.

“You’re welcome. Where’s Beomgyu?” He asked.

“I don’t know, he must’ve gone out from the warehouse. Let’s find him.” He responded and went to search the area, only to find him sliding himself inside a car and switching on its engine. But too bad it didn’t work because the car is empty of gasoline.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as Jisung and Seungmin positioned themselves in front of the car.

“Get the fuck out,” Seungmin said pointing his gun at him.

“Make me,” Beomgyu replied when Seungmin fired his gun straight onto his arm making him wince in so much pain. “Ugh! Fuck you, Kim!”

“I said get out!” Seungmin exclaimed as Jisung went to open the door and drag him out.

Soobin trembled in anger as he approached his brother and slapped him square in the face.

“How could you do this to me?!” He asked.

Seungmin and Jisung just watched the whole scene as you tried to restrain Soobin. The judge shook his head in the sudden news and sighed heavily.

“I swear you’ll rot in jail. I’ve been trying to be a good brother to you but you just repay me with this?!” Soobin exclaimed as you dragged him away from Beomgyu yet his brother just stayed silent.

“Sir, you still have to do your verdict.” You told the judge. “Now that Seungmin has been proved to be innocent.” You added.

And the final verdict has made Beomgyu guilty. The trial ended just that and the plan they talked about didn’t actually work the way it is. It was changed when the video suddenly came up and Beomgyu is now going to jail. Soobin got occupied with his brother’s case and wanted to close the law firm for good. But before he could even confirm it, you told him that you’ll resign which he truly understood. Soobin is highly different from Beomgyu, as you have observed and maybe he’ll take his time to get over it soon.

Seungmin hugged you tightly as you exited the courtroom and cried. You couldn’t take it anymore but you were relieved when the truth finally came out. Jisung just smiled as he tapped your back while Seungmin was kissing your forehead.

“Everything is good now.” He said, reassuring you.

“We’ll be at the warehouse Seungmin,” Chan said as he left with Hyunjin.

“I will go with them.” Jisung bowed and followed the two as they exit the building.

“Should I take you home, Y/N?” Seungmin asked as you looked at him and shake your head, wiping your tears.

“I’m not going home,” You said. “I wanted to live with you.” Seungmin was caught off guard at first but he smiled brightly and hugged you again.

“You’re welcome to move in anytime.”

Later that night, Seungmin pinned you on his bedroom wall and started kissing you hard, his hands started to roam around your body, squeezing your boobs, trying to take off your clothes. Your lips molded with each other as he successfully took off your blouse and skirt, your hands removed his tie and unbuttoned his polo, also trying to take everything off. All of your clothes landed on the floor as Seungmin carried you towards his bed, pushing your back on his mattress, licking and nipping your neck, making you moan. His tongue traveled down to your chest as he started sucking your nipples while squeezing the other, you can’t deny the fact that you love it so much and his tongue is making you crazy, how much more when he started to lick your wet folds, spreading your legs wider.

A lustful moan escaped from your lips when you grabbed his hair, feeling the good sensation of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly inserted his two digits while eating you out, loving the sound of your moans inside his room as he thrust them faster. He hovered above you again and started kissing your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. Your fingers started to play with his black locks, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt his finger slip away inside you as you were about to whine when he thrust his warm cock instead making you moan louder. Falling on your back on his delicate mattress, Seungmin thrust harder and faster, knowing it will drive you crazy even more. Sucking again on your boobs made you bite your lip as he groaned above you.

“Fuck,” He said, still trying to keep his pace on fucking you. Your fingers landed on his bareback and started scratching them making Seungmin go faster.

“Aaah! Shit! Oh… hmmm.”

The rain is pouring hard that night and Seungmin just wanted to make sure that you can move in with him tomorrow. Lying naked and warm beside him, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“You were great earlier.” He said.

“I didn’t even get to say anything.” You sighed, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Still… I’ve seen you do the trials before. You did great.” He smiled, kissing your nose. “Are you sure about quitting your job?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“I already submitted my resignation letter and Soobin is closing the law firm for good. I don’t think I will be going to work as a lawyer soon.” You responded.

“Why?”

“Nothing, what happened these past days made me want to avoid any problems, everything was too much for me and I wanted to get away for a while. Living alone in my old apartment is going to make me crazy.” You added as Seungmin placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll stay with me starting now, okay? And I won’t let you alone, I promise.” He smiled.

“I love you, Seungmin.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You smiled at his response and kissed him softly. “We should go to sleep now. You’re so exhausted.”

“Hmm, good night baby.” Giving a peck on his lips, Seungmin fixed the duvet and made sure you were warm as you sleep. The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.

“Good night, love.”

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WORK FOR IT

PAIRING : dom!secretary!heeseung x ceo!fem!reader

GENRE : smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, angry sex, jealousy, uses of nicknames (doll), office sex, mentions of laziness, lack of professionalism, boss secretary relationship, making hee work to prove that he's not lazy.

WC : 2k words

SYNOPSIS : lee heeseung is probably the laziest person you've ever come across, and coincidentally, he's also your personal assistant. to get him to work, you pull out the you're fired card, that's when he shows you how efficient he actually is.

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm back with a hee fic! all likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! i love to get feedback from y'all <3

this fic is a part of collaboration with @enhoesnetwork for the theme: 7 deadly sins, my topic being 'sloth', i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

"he's late, again." your voice boomed inside your empty office, complaining to no one in particular. it was important day for your company, a meeting with your potential future shareholders at that. the problem? your secretary was nowhere to be found during the meeting. meaning: the presentation lacked a myriad of important information, the information that your secretary had in the files he kept 'safe' with him.

that was your last straw. lacking in his work? fine to some extent, everyone needs to rest but, missing out on important days as such today wasn't and will never be acceptable to you or to your company.

"i found him in the bar all drunk and wasted, ms. l/n." park jay had told you when lee heeseung had taken an off for his apparent 'bad fever' which wasn't fever at all. you let it slide once.

and then, it went on, "he forgot the files at home.", "he slept during the meeting.", "he showed up in the wrong attire.", "he forgot to send in refreshment meals.", and you've had enough.

being a secretary was a job that specially required people who are diligent, enthusiastic and zealous. your secretary on the other hand, was on the verge of getting fired for being the opposite.

yes, the staff loved him. his lazy smile, his nonchalant attitude, his attractive face and melodious voice. but is that what it takes to be working at a top tier company? no.

you once heard your employees betting that heeseung came to work only to see you, that he wanted to get in your pants, or skirt since that was your work attire. they may have been right. you never missed the longing stares he sent your way, or the slight brushing of your fingers together as he handed over the file. he, indeed, wanted to fuck you. the flirty comments proving it further.

yes, you admit that he was a fine specimen to look at and maybe to go a base up or two. but workplace rules said otherwise and maintaining your sanity then became your topmost priority. you didn't want a big article on the news saying: ceo found fucking his sectary during the work hours. no, absolutely not.

a sudden slam of door broke your train of thoughts. lee heeseung, the man himself, stood there panting, as if he ran all the way towards the office, his face morphed into that of a horrific one. he knew.

"i'm so sorry, ms. l/n, i–i didn't mean to be late–"

"you're fired." your tone was calm, collected, everything opposite to what heeseung seemed in front of you.

his eyes went wider, wider than his usual big doe ones. he shook his head firmly, trying to understand the depth of the situation. he needed this job.

"mr. park will be your replacement." you finalized as heeseung stared at your red lips.

"please give me another chance, ms. l/n, i promise i'll work harder and better." he announced oozing sudden confidence.

you looked up at him, finally taking his appearance in. hair disheveled, tie barely in its place, specs perched on his nose, shirt sleeves rolled up and breathing rigged. after a second of scanning him, you bore eyes into his.

"work for it then, mr. lee." you suggested.

he raised an eyebrow, taking a step further, still unsure, "how can i work, ms. l/n?"

"work hard, mr. lee, show me that you deserve to be my secretary and not mr. park." you urged him.

another step forward.

"show me that you're worthy enough to be here, working with me."

another step. his tall, slender frame towered over yours. your gaze challenging him further. his big hands grabbed your waist, his face inches away from yours, and placed you on your desk. the intensity of the gaze only increasing as he spread open your legs, standing in between them. his clothed crotch area touching yours, making you gasp lowly.

he bent down to come to your level, "i'll show you what im capable of, ma'am."

you bit your lip as heeseung attacked your neck with kisses, slow and agonizing at pace. "is that hard working, heeseung?" you had never called him his name before. not once. it rolled off your tongue perfectly. he decided he wanted to hear more of it, and so he would.

the soft kisses soon turned into harsher ones, the kind to leave marks behind by the next day. his large hands holding you in your place as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was willing to provide. your hand on his broad shoulder to support you further.

he unbuttoned the two buttons of your blouse, your matching lace bra on display along with your tempting cleavage. he stared at it, licking his lips before diving right to fondle with your breasts, fully removing the blouse along with the bra in the process.

the lights were dim, the curtains closed, yet heeseung's face shone brightly as he expertly licked your sensitive bud while massaged the other boob. the sensation heightening as his hand moved south to rub your clothed clit. you sucked in a deep breath, feeling his big fingers circling you expertly, you wanted them inside you.

"heeseung–" that made him speed up further, pushing your panties aside and rubbing on your slick wet cunt.

you threw your head back as his slender finger entered you, curling inside you. a mess, that's what you looked like now while he worked with expertise on you. soon, another digit was added, hitting you deep in your g-spot as his mouth sucked soon to be hickeys on your clavicle.

he then kissed you, rough yet soft, haste and passionate, like he had mastered this particular art of kissing. you gasped into his mouth as he added his third finger, stretching you out good. his pace never slowed down, even for a second. his mind telling him to keep going on. why? cause he's hardworking. not lazy, not slow, only hardworking and passionate.

"still wanna fire me, doll?" a cocky grin plastered onto his perfectly sculpted face.

the door wasn't locked, anyone could just walk in on you two doing the deed yet you didn't mind, your mind was foggy as heeseung serenaded your lips. with a bite on your lower lip, he pulled away, a string a saliva still connecting you both. he worked further, getting down on his knees to replace his fingers with his tongue.

his grip on your thighs tight enough to leave bruised handprints later, he left butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, your breathing rigged and shaky now. you moaned his name as you felt his mouth against your core, licking and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you hand guiding his head as you gripped his already messy hair.

he groaned against your cunt, sending shivers all over your body. you've been eaten out before, but never this good, it felt as if all your senses had heightened up to max.

his perfectly sharp nose brushed against your clit as he continued to please you. the stimulation too much for you to hold in, your climax building up with him inserting his tongue to fuck you. he didn't allow down, not for a second. he loved this too much.

'lee heeseung' the only name on your mind, it's like you had forgotten the existence of other beings all at once. and so you screamed his name as you came all over his pretty mouth, legs trembling.

"good girl." he praised, before licking your juices clean, humming for, he loved how you tasted, how he wanted to taste you for so long. dreaming about tasting your boss was one thing, implementing it? a whole new level.

your sheer blouses, skirts that hugged your figure perfectly, and that red lipstick. he wanted to ruin you since the day he started working here, he didn't know his laziness would get him here though.

his voice sent your brain into a frenzy. deep yet melodious. the one with authority dripping off it. he didn't waste a second before picking you up and throwing you on the couch, a gasp leaving your mouth at the impact. he pulled your skirt down along with your panties and leaned back to look at you.

hair a mess, chest rising up and down, fully bare with nothing but your pencil heels on. he smirked, biting his lips and whistling lowly.

"tell me, ms. y/n." another boundary broken, he called you your name. "am i not hard-working?' he feigned hurt, loosening his tie and unbuckling the belt, finally letting the pant fall down to show that he, indeed, was hard.

"heeseung–" you started but were interrupted with him rubbing his now fully free cock on your still sensitive core, his mouth near your ear, the sound of his breathing causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"can mr. park do this?" his tip was now placed at your entrance, slowly and barely sliding in. his soft hair fell near your shoulder, softy brushing, tickling your bare skin.

"n–no, he cannot–" you were yet again interrupted as heeseung pushed his dick inside you, filling you up as whole.

you had no clue how you were able to accommodate his size, large veiny dick all inside you, stretching you out pleasurably. without further delay, he started fucking you into the couch. each stroke powerful and proving a point. soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you clenched around his thick cock.

"y/n." heeseung groaned near your ear, your back arched with pleasure as he fondled your breasts with need. he was angry and had a pretty human to fuck, someone who he wanted for a long time.

he put your leg on his shoulder, giving him more access to fuck you. his thrusts now sloppy and strong. you cried as your felt another knot in your stomach, your nails scratched his back, marking him in a way.

"louder, i want everyone to hear you." he ordered with a raspy voice, his own dick twitching inside you. as he pulled out and switched you to be on your fours, ass up.

breathy moans left you both as he entered you again, slamming into you faster than before. only if the walls weren't soundproof, the whole building would've definitely heard you both. he grabbed your ass to support you further, not stopping once in the process.

"heeseung please." you were too close.

"go on, doll, cream my cock." and you did, gasping for air as he kept ramming into you for his release.

he pulled out and spilled all over your back, moaning your name in the process. after a breath or two, he grabbed your chin.

"go and ask jay if he can work this hard and you'll see for yourself, miss." his face so close, as he whispered against your lips.

he pecked you once, harshly at that, before cleaning you and helping you dress up and asking you if you're alright, demeanour fully changing. a knock at the door pulled you back to reality as jay entered the room, confused about heeseung still being here.

"mr. lee will continue working as my secretary, i'm sorry mr. park." you announced and jay turned to see heeseung smirking without any shame, rather, throwing daggers from his eyes at him for being the snobby complaining snitch.

"but, ms. l/n–" jay started, your still slightly smudged lipstick telling him exactly what went down between you two.

"did i not make myself clear, mr. park?" you lift up your eyebrow. and he sighed.

"yes ma'am." was all he said, gritting his teeth, before storming off the office, angry.

"shall we continue working then, ms. l/n?"

little did he know that the next time he'll lack/laze around, he won't be the one proving himself but, he'll be the one who'll get punished instead.

"we shall, mr. lee."

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mementomoriifics · 3 years

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Mouthy - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)

Tags: Mild blood and injury, lots of banter and snark, dick piercings, blowjob

Wordcount: 1998

AO3 link

Author's note: This only exists because I wanted to write banter, honestly

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"Fuckin' watch it."

The words left Dabi with a hiss, flinching away from your grasp. Your face fell slightly before you grabbed his arm again, dead set on returning to your work.

"Sit still and I wouldn't have to watch it. It's like someone put ants down your pants."

Dabi snorted, rolling his eyes but sitting noticably more still than he had before. You'd take that as a win.

Dealing with Dabi sometimes felt like pulling teeth but alas, here you were. A dropout nursing student who found themselves amongst some of the most deadly and wanted criminals in all of Japan. And because the local arsonist of the bunch was terribly prone to self destructing, he found his ass in your "office" the most.

Well, office was an incredibly generous term for the room you'd been assigned. The paint was peeling, there was a leak in the ceiling and the only furniture in it were an old, very creaky bed with a thin mattress, an old dresser with a drawer missing and a table and chair you were pretty sure were one stiff breeze away from falling to pieces.

But unfortunately, the league was broke so you had to make do. Even if that meant sacrificing some of your old shirts to make bandages.

"Care to tell me how this happened?" You asked, trying your best to use a pair of tweezers to pry something out of Dabi's wound.

"Not really."

"So you just magically ended up with bits of," you finally got the shred of metal out, the man flinching. "Shrapnel in you?"

Dabi rolled his eyes again.

"Shit happened."

"I can see that."

"Just shut up and patch me up, okay?" Dabi bristled, turning to look at you as you pried yet another bit of metal from him.

"Gotcha. You've already got enough metal in you as is." You spoke. "Airports must love you."

The arsonist scoffed at your corny joke but couldn't help a smile despite the fact he must've heard that joke plenty. Despite his annoyed request for you to shut up, you weren't about to let him tell you what to do.

"How many piercings do you have anyway?" You asked, flicking one of the rings on his wrist.

"278." Dabi said without hesitation. You looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. He shrugged. "Got bored one night and started counting."

"You count these too?" You asked, tapping your ear to indicate his earrings. Dabi grinned and you feared his response. Nothing good ever came from Dabi grinning.

"Yeah, and these too." He said, shamelessly groping his crotch.

You drew away from the arsonist, throwing your hands up in defeat. Dabi laughed, producing a wheezing sort of noise that reminded you of a smokers laugh.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" You responded, getting up to grab some bandages. They'd been used before but you boiled the hell out of them and prayed that would be good enough until you could steal new ones.

"Yet you haven't kicked me out."

"Only because you're still bleeding."

Dabi shrugged again, seeming nonplussed.

"Also I call bullshit that you got your dick pierced."

Bright blue eyes met yours and you felt the urge to shiver. Something about Dabi's eyes was just so incredibly unsettling and you couldn't put your finger on why.

"You want me to whip it out or something? At least buy me dinner first."

"Oh wow, you actually have a sense of humor!"

"I can be very funny. Or very nice if you play your cards right."

"Then I must've been dealt a bad hand," you started wrapping up Dabi's wound after pressing what little gauze you had left over the wound. You counted yourself lucky it wasn't deep enough to require stitches. "Cause all you've been is a pain in the neck."

"I dunno doc," Dabi responded. "Maybe you've got an ace up your sleeve."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, halting your bandaging for a moment.

"Was just going with the whole card metaphor thing. We had something nice going." He admitted and you fought the urge to laugh.

There was a silence for a moment and you couldn't help yourself, curiosity getting the better of you.

"So, do you actually have piercings down there?"

Dabi huffed out a laugh.

"Yeah, I do. Wanna see?"

"Thought I'd had to buy you dinner first?" You quipped, feeling a little nervous at the prospect of seeing Dabi's junk because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"I'm not hungry. Finish up my arm and I'll show you."

You gave a non committal hum, slowly bandaging Dabi's arm further. When everything was secured, you hesitated for a moment, watching how Dabi got up from the rickety chair and reached for his belt.

"Hey woah you're not gonna warn me first?" You joked, trying your best to hide your nerves.

"You're the one who wanted to see. Now come here before I change my mind."

Dabi seemed entirely unfazed as you stood in front of him, watching him fiddle with his belt. Soon enough, it came undone and Dabi hooked his thumbs in the waistband and with one swift motion, his pants were halfway down his thighs.

"Holy shit, your dick is pierced." You blurted out, gaze shamelessly turned towards his dick. Sure enough, a prince Albert piercing glinted in the light of the shitty fluorescent lighting of the room.

"What did I tell you, doc." Dabi said, sounding slightly annoyed that you'd doubted him so much. He sat down in the chair again, one hand lazily holding his dick. "Wanna get a closer look?"

The grin he gave oozed sleaziness but the confidence he had of just showing himself off like that was doing things to you. Things you'd rather not say out loud.

Wordlessly, you sank through your knees in front of the arsonist, watching how he shamelessly stroked himself for a moment.

It was then you noticed the four barbells lining the bottom of his cock.

"Did it hurt?" You asked, leaning in a little to see them up close. Dabi graciously moved his hand to let you look at everything properly.

"No, it tickled," he snorted. "'course it fuckin' hurt. Got a needle shoved through my dick five times and once through-"

He paused and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at him.

"Once through where?"

"Why don't you go and try to find it?" Dabi's predatory grin widened and you scoffed, having half a mind to get up and dismiss him. Yet you still found yourself firmly seated on the floor between the arsonists legs, a few inches away from his now half hard dick.

"What do I get if I find it?" You teased, placing one hand on his thigh. Dabi flinched for a moment but bounced back remarkably well.

"I'll nut in your mouth?"

"How absolutely charming." You deadpanned, watching how Dabi still rather shamelessly touched himself.

"Offer stands." He shrugged again. "And I'll return the favor."

He stuck out his tongue between his parted pointer and index finger, revealing yet another piercing on his tongue. You shivered at the idea of feeling it on you.

"Deal."

The word was out of your mouth before you realized what you said, a little surprised at your own forwardness. Dabi seemed to revel in it, lifting his hand away from his junk.

"Knock yourself out."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, reaching out to touch Dabi's dick. It felt heavy in your palm as you curled your fingers around it, earning an exaggerated hiss from the villain.

You ran your thumb over the row of barbells, marveling at the feel of them. A vague thought in the back of your head wondered how they'd feel inside of you.

Your other hand came into play soon after as you tried to think of where else the masochist in front of you decided to have a needle shoved through him. You palmed at his balls for a moment, earning another noise from him.

After a moment, you let your thumb slip down to feel his perineum, letting out a noise of delight when you accidentally flicked a little ring there.

"Found it!" You cried out, looking particularly smug. Dabi stared down at you, eyes heavily lidded. You felt him throb in your palm and the realization of what you were doing kinda hit you.

"Congratulations." Dabi said, looking very pent up. "Can I put it in your mouth now?"

Your face felt even warmer than before and you eyed his cock. A drop of precum had gathered at the tip and threatened to spill and you found your mouth watering at the idea of tasting it.

You decided you'd come this far already, might as well get something more out of it, right?

Without a further moment of hesitation, you leaned in and ran your tongue up the length of him. Dabi groaned again, his hands seemingly restless as they went from gripping his thighs to holding onto the side of the chair to one hand hiking up his shirt.

You circled your tongue over the head of his dick, taking it in your mouth and gently sucking. Dabi bucked his hips up, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You decided to give his balls a firm squeeze in retaliation but this seemed to backfire as he simply moaned and settled one hand on the back of your head.

"Shit, feels good. Do that again." He rasped, those unsettling blue eyes locking with yours. You felt like you were pinned into place with his stare and obeyed, squeezing again.

You flicked his prince Albert piercing with your tongue and the sound he made was beyond obscene. So naturally, you did both again.

"Fuck- shit- keep that up and I'll cum like a fucking fountain." The arsonist spoke, tipping his head back as he began shallowly thrusting into your mouth. You let him, moaning around him. You ran your tongue over his piercings again, liking how they felt in your mouth. The curiosity to find out how they'd feel in other places only grew.

Dabi pushed your head down as he kept fucking your mouth and you let him, for now. You drew in a deep breath through your nose and decided to catch him off guard. Couldn't let him think he was entirely in charge.

Bracing yourself and squeezing the thumb of your free hand so you wouldn't gag, you pushed yourself down his length until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Dabi once again let out a moan that you were pretty sure the entire hideout could hear.

As you pulled away, he let out a choked kind of noise and your mouth was flooded with the taste of him. It took you maybe a second to long to realize that the villain had finally made good on his promise.

You pulled away, forcing yourself to swallow.

Meanwhile Dabi looked like his soul had left his body, entirely boneless and slumped back in the chair. You felt a wave of pride wash over you at the fact you'd successfully gotten him to shut up.

"Shit, doc, you've got a mouth on you." He praised, pulling himself together. You rose to your feet, Dabi stopping you and pulling you into his lap instead. The chair made a dangerous noise but the both of you opted to ignore it.

"Where do you think you're going?" He mumbled against your neck as he nipped your skin. You flinched a little.

"Was gonna get freshen up." You admitted, your confidence waning a little as Dabi's hand found itself between your thighs.

"Do that later. Now it's my turn to have you cum on my tongue." He whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe once he was done talking.

"I'll consider it payment for the excellent care." You quipped back.

Dabi laughed.

"I love your mouth, you know that?"

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would.

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air.

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you.

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung.

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash.

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top.

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest.

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no.

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior.

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper.

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win.

But he didn't have to know that.

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench.

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see."

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily.

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city.

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on.

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously.

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him.

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall.

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape.

"Wow. You look…"

"Tai, I know, I look...different."

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look."

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody.

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease.

Slowly you were coming to hate it.

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm.

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced.

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile.

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head.

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end.

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?"

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret.

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass."

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!"

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots.

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses.

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses.

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead."

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are.

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this.

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core.

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size.

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied.

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux.

"You look flushed...you seem out of it."

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross.

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again.

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up.

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away.

And maybe you would, you felt like you could.

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint.

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers.

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak.

To confess.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?"

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite.

"Please Tai, pleeeasse."

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you.

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile.

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him.

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it.

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night."

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin.

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…"

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum. But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10.

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours.

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note.

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently.

"Happy new year baby."

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