#but also mamoru please stop embarrassing yourself

[vincord]

“T.. Traveler! W-wait!” the cry spreads throughout Mondstadt, accompanied by a clang of metal (or iron ... I always confuse them, sorry) armor. “Wait a minute!”

Lumine stops at the exit of the city, looking back at the source of the noise. Mamoru. It was always him. Except, of course, for those cases when Klee ruined Mondstadt's peace. The knight stumbles over his own foot, nearly falls down the stairs, but miraculously manages to keep his balance.

"I... Ugh. I mean, I need to…" He doubles over, breathing heavily. "Wait a couple more minutes.”

"How could someone like him become a knight?" Paimon whispers as she turns to Lumine, then receives a judgmental look from her. "I'm silent, i'm silent!" again turns to Mamoru. "You can't find your brother again?”

"Wh.. What?" the guy instantly straightens up, looking at both with large, round eyes. "No, no, what are you!!" waving his arms to the sides, simultaneously shaking his head in denial. "He is OK! He helps decorate the city for the holiday! Just stay here, I beg you." puts his palms together, leans a little and lowers his head, holding his hands above it. "I just need to take something from Sarah!”

He came running as loudly and unexpectedly as he ran away, leaving bewildered Lumine and Paimon in the middle of the road.

"But at first he seemed to me quite assembled and serious..." Paimon spreads her arms.

*** "Here is!" Mamoru hands Lumine a small package that is still warm. The girl assumes that these are hash brown. “P-please deliver it to Kasumi, I beg you.”

The Windblume Festiva occupied a special place in the heart of every resident of Mondstadt. It was a tradition that no one dared break; a reminder of freedom, of a light breath of wind shaking flowers and knocking out a couple of strands from a coiffed hairstyle. Everyone could find something of their own in this holiday. For Mamoru, this event was one of the most important things that happened every year.

"Why don't you deliver it to her yourself?" Lumine's voice is calm, there is a slight smile on her face, and the package is already in her hands. Holds it carefully. The endless requests of the inhabitants exhausted her, but it was they who helped to learn more about this world, to delve into it. Any information could come in handy, be it new connections or places. After all, the everyday life of the locals was also nothing, but information.

"Unfinished business." The knight shrugs, looking at the toes of his own shoes in embarrassment. Falls silent. But as soon as the girl turns around, he suddenly continues to speak. "She never shows up here on this holiday. I mean, she doesn't show up here anyway, but it's not right that not everyone is celebrating!" Mamoru raises his voice slightly and the traveler can't tell if it's anger or something more peaceful. However, right after that, the guy starts talking calmly again. "I mean, this is about freedom, but she seems to be tied to this mountain. I just want to share the spirit of the holiday with her. The windwheel aster will not survive in the cold, and food can always be reheated, right?"

“So, we should go to that Dragon Ridge again?!” Paimon is clearly outraged. "Are we going to risk ourselves to deliver the food?!"

Lumine's face still has the same slight smile. She closes her eyes, shaking her head. Sighs.

“I'll deliver it, Mamoru. I'll deliver it.” "Thank you! God, thank you very much!”

The girl manages to take her hands with the package to the side before she is tightly hugged by male hands, slightly lifting her off the ground.

*** "I hope that after such a feat we will be fed deliciously! Paimon doesn't return to such dangerous places without a good reason!!"

They slowly walk along the road, inhaling the smell of hash brown. The package pleasantly and gently warms Lumine's hands.

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] Growth Drama CD Vol. 3 - Track 5

Track 5! This one’s a pretty fun and light-hearted track~ It’s so enjoyable!

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.

Under the cut, enjoy~

Track 5: [遊園地に行こう！] “Let’s go to the amusement park!”

(cheery carnival music)

MAMORU: Ah, Sekishima-san, over here!

MINAKO: Good afternoon! Thank you for inviting us today.

MAMORU: Thank you for accepting our invitation, too! It was sudden but is it okay?

MINAKO: It’s perfect, actually! We’re going back to Hokkaido tomorrow and I couldn’t decide on where I wanted to go before returning. I feel like I’m being spoiled but is it okay for you, too? You have work, don’t you?

MAMORU: Yes, that’s right but our work starts at evening so don’t worry about it. We’ll be filming a music video at the amusement park at night later.

MINAKO: Eh~ That’s amazing!

MAMORU: We got free passes for a one day ride-all-you-can ticket. And so, we decided to invite the both of you.

MAMORU: It’d be a waste not to use them and I thought that it might make Tohma-kun happy, too.

MAMORU: Tohma-kun, good afternoon.

TOHMA: G-good afternoon.

RYOTA: Here, have these. It’s passes for both Sekishima-san and Tohma-kun.

MINAKO:  Thank you very much. Tohma-kun?

TOHMA: Ah… Thank you very much.

RYOTA: You’re welcome.

KOKI: Good afternoon, Sekishima-san, Tohma-kun. Welcome.

KOKI: Is your husband doing alright? I heard he had a fever.

MINAKO: Yes. I’m very sorry even after you went all the way to invite my family. It would have been great to come here together.

MINAKO: Ah, but even though it’s a fever it’s not really that high. I think that he’s sleeping at the hotel right now. Even the doctor said that if he took it easy today, he’ll be right as rain tomorrow!

KOKI: I see. I’m so relieved that it’s nothing serious.

MINAKO: Me, too. I think it’s because he got too tired at working at the stall all day yesterday. He told me to tell you all ‘thank you’ though.

KOKI: If it’s thanks, please say it to our manager, Mochiduki-san. He’s the one who got us the free passes after all.

MINAKO: (chuckles) Oh, you’re right. Thank you very much for inviting us today.

MINATO: Ah, no, don’t mind it. It’s good PR for the park too so please enjoy yourselves to the fullest today.

MINAKO: Yes!

KEN: Good afternoon! I’m Yaegashi Kensuke. Do you remember me?

TOHMA: I mean, I just talked to you the other day.

KEN: I see. That’s great! Let’s enjoy ourselves today~! Do you like amusement parks?

TOHMA: Well… It’s so-so…

KEN: I see, I see. So you love them, huh?

TOHMA: HAH?! I didn’t say that!

KEN: Sure, sure~ Let’s go buy some popcorn or hotdogs later, too.

KEN: Man, I’m kinda scared at how I’m so used to dealing with guys who aren’t honest with their feelings~

RYOTA: That-- (grabs Ken’s shoulder) I wonder who you’re talking about~?

(people screaming)

KEN: This one’s definitely the first!

KEN: A rollercoaster!

TOHMA: Uwah~! So high…!

KOKI: It is quite high, isn’t it?

MAMORU: Uwah… So fast…

KOKI: Quite so, huh?

RYOTA: It’s got quite a momentum. Oh, it twists, too.

KEN: Look at how the rail twists! It’s just like Ryo.

MAMORU: (laughs) That’s a good one, Ken-kun!

RYOTA: (cheerful and yet menacing tone) You two~

MINATO: Eh, I can ride one, too? Really? Yay! This is my first time riding a rollercoaster in a suit!

KOKI: Mochiduki-san, are you fine with riding thrill rides like this one?

MINATO: Yes! I actually really love amusement parks, you see? Man, this job just got a lot more fun~

(rollercoaster going up)

TOHMA: (laughing and giggling)

(screaming)

KEN: Yay~!!

MAMORU: Ugh… Riding one after so long’s getting to me…

MAMORU: It’s coming back to me…

KOKI: (chuckles) Are you okay?

KEN: Next one’s… Oh! Let’s do that one. The coffee cup!

MAMORU: Ugh… Isn’t it dangerous to go ride something that spins around so much after riding one that spun around so much, too?

MAMORU: Big Brother’s at his limit and feels like something’s gonna come out…

TOHMA: I kinda wanna see that…

TOHMA: I’ll spin it around a lot, ‘kay~? (sparkles)

MAMORU: (gasps) Tohma-kun’s such a frightening child…! Do you really wanna see Big Brother’s limit that much?!

MINAKO: Ah, I won’t be riding but I’ll be cheering you on, okay?

MAMORU: Sekishima-san’s protecting herself!!

KEN: Then~ This cup will be me, Mamoru, and Tohma-kun. And over there’s Ryo, Ko, and Mochiduki-san.

MINATO: Alright, Tohma-kun! It’s a competition!

KOKI: Mochiduki-san’s all gung-ho about this…

KEN: Alright, then, me and Tohma-kun will challenge you!

TOHMA: It’s a battle!

KOKI: He’s gung-ho, too…

RYOTA: Even so, everyone’s really—

(Tohma and Minato start spinning the cups vigorously)

RYOTA: W-woah…! Wha--- AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

MAMORU: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

MAMORU/RYOTA: (panting and trying to catch their breaths)

KOKI: Mamoru, Ryo. Are you two alright?

MINATO: We-we have something here to drink, too. Which one would you like, the cold one or the hot one?

RYOTA: (angrily) Mochiduki-san!

MINATO: Ah-ah, yes…?

RYOTA: There’s no next time, okay?!

MINATO: Yes…!

KEN: We had some casualties but I’d say the battle was a fair one.

TOHMA: (giggles) It was a great match, wasn’t it?

KEN: Right~?

KEN/TOHMA: Yay~ (high fives)

(train whistling and happy music plays)

KOKI: The wind is calm and this feels relaxing, doesn’t it?

RYOTA: The wind feels so good.

MAMORU: Peacefulness is the best~

KOKI: You two look better now.

TOHMA: …

KEN: What’s wrong?

TOHMA: Isn’t this train car standing out too much?

MINATO: It’s quite high and it’s full of boys after all.

MINAKO: (from below) Tohma-kun~! I’m taking a picture! Come on, look over here~

TOHMA: I-it’s embarrassing…

KEN: Eh? Come on, it’s fine~! Alright, peace~ Yay!

(people chattering)

TOHMA: I wanna ride that! The go-karts.

KEN: Alright, let’s go! We will become one with the wind!

KOKI: So go-karts are next, huh?

KOKI: Oh yeah, I’ve always wanted to get a car license.

KOKI: Since I think it’d be easier with Mochiduki-san around, maybe now’s the time for me to get one.

RYOTA: Oh, then I’ll go with you. I’ve been thinking that it’s about time for me to get one, too.

MAMORU: Yes, yes~ I wanna go with you, too~

KOKI: You haven’t gotten your license yet, Mamoru?

MAMORU: I worked right after graduating high school, you see? I couldn’t find the time.

(go-karts speeding around)

KEN: Behold! This wonderful steering!

TOHMA: Ah, he got past me!

MINAKO: (from the spectator’s area) Tohma-kun, don’t lose!

TOHMA: Here I go!

RYOTA: I think that Ken over there feeling the wind would want to get his license soon, too.

RYOTA: Let’s try to schedule it together next time.

KOKI: You’re right.

MINATO: Oh, there’s a haunted house over there! It looks like it’s getting less crowded so want to go take a look?

TOHMA: Yeah, let’s!

KOKI: Ah…

MAMORU: Ko-kun and I’ll pass. We’ll go buy some popcorn~

TOHMA: Ah, that! Kensuke, it says “Lucky Attack”! I wanna try!

KEN: Let’s see… Ah! It’s that thing where you need to hit all nine with one ball. I like that! I’m pretty good at that.

TOHMA: I play baseball too so I won’t lose!

KEN: Oh~! Then, it’s another battle!

KOKI: This is my first time.

RYOTA: Eh? Really?

KOKI: Yeah. Though I’ve seen people do it before.

MAMORU: (on fire) Let me show you how it’s done, Ko-kun.

KEN: Somehow… Some guy overflowing with confidence suddenly appeared…!

RYOTA: Mamoru, are you okay? I can feel like you’re raising a flag…

MAMORU: I won’t wait.

MAMORU: Looks like my time has come. I wish you wouldn’t lump me in with those who are only doing it for fun.

RYOTA: No, uh… This is actually meant for fun though…

MAMORU: I forget not my NEET days! I managed to win a 5000 yen price for completing a challenge perfectly at a batting center similar to this game.

MAMORU: I had bet my life on that day!

KEN: Uwah… He’s so serious…

RYOTA: More like he’s got a plan brewing under all that…

MAMORU: First one’s the middle!

MAMORU: Number 5, here I go!

MAMORU: Roar, my vanishing attack! Fujimura Mamoru Typhoon!!!

KOKI: Won’t it be bad if it disappeared though?

(ball hits the mark)

ALL: Woah~!

TOHMA: It’s number 2!

KEN: It wasn’t number 5…

MAMORU: Continuing with… Number 5!

MAMORU: Typhoon #2! HYAH!!

ALL: Woah!

KOKI: It was number 1.

KEN: Not number 5… How about not aiming for any numbers…?

MAMORU: Next one…! (voice cracking) Number 5!

MAMORU: Typhoon #3!!

ALL: Woah…!

RYOTA: Number 9.

KEN: The only one you’re not hitting is the middle one…

MINAKO: Oh, speaking of…!

(Mamoru continues to throw baseballs intensely in the background)

MINAKO: Back then, Fujimura-kun was in charge of cheering during a ball game and I was a bit surprised at his vigorous cheering.

KOKI: I see. He hasn’t changed at all, has he?

TOHMA: That was fun~! I think I’m a bit hungry now…

MINAKO: I’m a little hungry, too. Ah, they’re selling hotdogs over there~ Tohma-kun, do you want some?

TOHMA: Ah… Um…

RYOTA: I want some, too. Let’s go buy some together. Tohma-kun, you want some too, right?

TOHMA: Ah, yeah, I want some.

MINAKO: Got it~ We’ll go buy some, okay?

MINATO: Ah, I’ll go with you. They might want something to drink, too.

KEN: Uwah~ I played a lot today~!

MAMORU: We did ride a lot of things, didn’t we?

TOHMA: If we ride two more, we’d be completely finished with this area!

KEN: For real?! Aren’t we awesome?

KOKI: No one normally visits during weekdays after all.

MAMORU: Ah, that table over there’s free. Should we sit? Let’s all take a breather.

KEN: Sure!

(they all walk to the table and sit down)

KEN: So, Tohma, you havin’ fun?

TOHMA: Yep~!

KEN: I’m glad! Even Sekishima-san was happy that she got a lot of good pictures of you.

KEN: She said it’s going to be a gift for her husband, your father, I mean.

TOHMA: Ah… I see…

MAMORU/KOKI: …

MAMORU: Hey, Tohma-kun.

TOHMA: Hm?

MAMORU: What sort of person was your mother? Is she easy-going just like Sekishima-san?

TOHMA: … My mother… My real mother died from an illness when I was really small so I don’t remember her much.

MAMORU: I see… You’re kinda like me, huh?

TOHMA: Eh…?

MAMORU: I lost both of my parents in an accident, you see? I was raised in an orphanage.

MAMORU: I was really young back then so I don’t remember anything about my mom or my dad at all.

KOKI: Ah…

TOHMA: Is that so…?

MAMORU: You know? I had a lot of aspirations and dreams regarding my parents.

MAMORU: Like, would it feel like this is both of them were alive right now? Or maybe it would feel like something else. I kept thinking about that.

MAMORU: I don’t know what it would feel like normally so I can only watch others, like you and Sekishima-san, from a distance and speculate.

TOHMA: … I see…

MAMORU: Somehow, it’s a little difficult, isn’t it?

TOHMA: Yeah… It is.

TOHMA: I know that Matsuyama-san cares for me. I know that Father’s not saying anything even though he’s troubled about it. I know all that but…

TOHMA: It’s really difficult. I know that adults think about a lot of things but… Kids do, too.

MAMORU: I understand.

TOHMA: Yeah…

MAMORU: Hey, Tohma-kun. This might sound a little carefree but, for me I think it’d be great if you two could get along better or something.

TOHMA: … Better…?

MAMORU: Yep. A family’s someone who you’re with for a long time, right? I guess if it’s a little difficult for you, it’d be troublesome, huh?

MAMORU: That’s why, I thought it’d be a little better if you found something in common [that you can get along about].

MAMORU: Just because you’ve become mother and child doesn’t mean that you have to be super close. But I don’t think that you should be so distant as well just because you’re not connected by blood.

MAMORU: I love both Sekishima-san and Tohma-kun so I think it’d be best for you two to be always smiling like you do now.

TOHMA: Always smiling, huh…?

KEN: Today, Tohma-kun was smiling a lot compared to the other day we met~!

TOHMA: That time… You guys seemed like suspicious people so… I’m sorry.

KEN: You heard him, Mamoru~ Don’t mind!

MAMORU: I’m not the only one he thought was suspicious, okay?

TOHMA: (laughs)

TOHMA: I… If I laugh with Matsuyama-san, do you think my mom would get angry?

KOKI: Get angry?

TOHMA: Yeah.

TOHMA: Would she think that I’ve forgotten about her? Would she think that her place is being taken?

TOHMA: I… I love my mom, too. Even though I don’t remember her much… She’s important to me.

KEN: Tohma…

KOKI: Since no one knows the correct answer, can I tell you what I think?

TOHMA: Yeah…

KOKI: The fact that you treasure your late mother so means that you’re a nice person. If you’re this nice then I think that your mother was very kind as well.

KOKI: If that’s so then she definitely won’t get angry. I think she would love to see you happy and smiling rather than making a sad and troubled face.

KOKI: That’s what I think. Surely.

TOHMA: Do you think so?

TOHMA: (chuckles) I hope that’s true!

KEN: No, no, no! Not ‘hope’, it definitely is! It’s totally obvious!

TOHMA: (laughs) Eh~?

(Ryota and the others walk back)

RYOTA: Sorry for the wait. The line for the soft-serve ice cream got long so it took quite a while.

KOKI: Welcome back. You even bought ice cream?

MINATO: It says it was a Hokkaido-special soft-serve ice cream. As a proud Hokkaido native, I wanted to check if it’s true!

RYOTA: Even if he says that, I think he just wanted to eat something sweet~

MAMORU: (chuckles) That’s true. I want some, too!

KEN: Me, too!

MINAKO: There’s some for Tohma-kun, too~ Try and taste if it’s really up to a Hokkaido native’s standard~

TOHMA: Ah… Thank you, Minako-san!

MINAKO: Eh,,,?!

TOHMA: It’s still a little difficult calling you “Mom” so… That’s why for now, I’ll call you “Minako-san” just like how Father calls you.

MINAKO: (holding back tears) Yes… Yes, that’s enough for me~! That’s completely fine! Nice to meet you, Tohma-kun!

MINAKO: Ah, does saying “nice to meet you” sound strange? (laughs)

MAMORU: (laughs)

==END==

[voltagesmutter]

Soryu x OC - Mine [Smut]

Bit off fluff and definitely nsfw smut below! Gif above is just how I see the OC reacting when Soryu pulls his gun and I live for it.

For my Soryu, coming in like a true gentleman he is.

Tonight was a fancy dress costume party at Tres Spades casino and Eisuke was making sure all of the bidders including you were going. 

“Right, I am not wearing that,” You protested, holding up pieces of fabric that were sewn together, somehow making an outfit. You had no idea what it was meant to be.

“And why not little girl,” Eisuke said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows, clearly unimpressed with your answer. 

“Because I have tits and they I don't even think this would cover a nipple!” You yell, throwing the material at the smirking bidder. Your little outburst had caught the bidders attention, all except for Soryu who’s cheeks had slightly flushed at your comments, not removing his eyes from the book he was indulging in. 

“We’re not complaining,” Ota says, remarks from him and Baba make your eyes roll. You had learned not to retaliate, it just spurred them on, you often ignored them or made a lewd comment to throw them off guard. 

“If you wish to see my nipples, my doors always open,” You say with a wink, causing the two childlike men to almost choke on their tongues. That was the reaction you had hoped for. 

“I have an outfit from halloween okay, I’ll wear that,” You sigh in defeat.

“It best be up to my standards,” Eisuke muttered before retreating into his office. Baba and Ota also left, something about waiting in your room whilst you rolled your eyes. 

“You know kiddo, you’ve really started something with that pair,” Mamoru mutters, lying on the sofa. 

“It’s only playful! I can’t win with that pair, if I retaliate they get worse, if I give them a comment like that, they get worse still!” You pouted. Finally, Soryu chuckles and looks up from his book at you.

“Just pull a gun, it works wonders,” He says. That was his answer to everything, he pulled that gun out so many times, you had lost fear over it.  You laughed slightly stunned at his response.

“Sorry Soryu, do I look like I own a gun?” You asked. He scoffed slightly and returned to his book. Mamoru, finally getting up, had taken an interest in the conversation. He reached into a deep pocket within his jacket and slowly pulled out his gun. You knew he was a cop but you never expected Mamoru to carry a gun on him. 

“Here, try that,” He said, cocking it to remove the bullets inside and toss it over the table to you. You looked slightly stunned, unable to respond, he had just carelessly thrown a gun at you for you to ‘try’. You knew nothing about guns! Soryu was the first gun you had ever seen.

“I...I um,” You stuttered, unable to say anything. Soryu chuckled and placed his book down  before picking up and inspecting Mamoru's gun.

“Pft, you call this a gun?” He says, bringing it up his eye-line scoffing at the object in front of him.

“Oh yeah, at least mine is legal!” The detective retaliated, snatching it out of his hands with a slight pout.

“Mine’s bigger,” Soryu replied with a slightly smirk and pulled it out. Was they seriously doing this? Although it was the first time you had seen Soryu become enthusiastic over something.

“Boys, can we not do this whole mine is bigger, your grown men not kids,” You sighed, it felt like Ota and Baba had come back into the room. Mamoru muttered something with a glare under his breath to the mobster before leaving the room, leaving you and Soryu alone. He still has his gun out. Standing up from his chair, he walks over to you.

“Arms out,” He demands. Slightly confused, you hold your arms and feel a warm embrace from behind you, Soryu gently pressed his chest against your back and wraps his arms arounds yours. Your breath hitches slightly at the closeness of him. Slowly, he places the gun in your hands and squeezes him over yours. 

“And just,” He whispers into your ear, aiming your hands with his before slowly letting go and stepping back. You were frozen, slightly disappointed in the loss of feeling from him before you realised you were holding the mobsters gun.

“Ohmygod! Ohmygod Soryu look,” You squeal slightly with fear and excitement, it felt exhilarating. He stepped back, admiring you slightly, you was a vision to him as you stood there holding his gun, no fear about you. You slowly lower your arms and place it on the table before turning to look at him, you knew he was dangerous and highly involved in the mafia but there was something about him. He had almost a secret hidden side, you rarely got glimpses into it but those sweet moments you shared encouraged you to find more. For a mafia leader you had thought he would have more of an attitude like Eisuke, especially with women, but as you had seen he was rarely interested in them, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had even had sex. Not that you would ask him. You found it funny how easily embarrassed he would get, his cheeks rising in colour when the bidders or yourself made a sexual comment. 

“I’m going to order room service, do you need anything?” He asked, putting his gun away acting as if almost nothing ever happened. You would never admit it but he was very caring, he was the most protective out of the bidders towards you.

“What are you getting?” You asked before walking into the kitchen.

“Lunch, I like omelettes,” He says with a whisper, a slight blush on his face. 

“Let me make you one! Please, I’m bored,” You respond, his face turning to yours.

“I won't poison it, I swear”. 

After a bit of back and forth, he finally agreed and you began to make him lunch. You watched him as you prepped the food, he was lost once again in his book, his hair slicked back like always and dressed sharply even though he was spending the day at the penthouse. There was something about his dangerous but sensitive ways that attracted you to him like a magnet. You couldn’t deny you wanted to rip his clothes off and see what his ‘gun’ really looked like. Ohmygod you sounded like Eisuke! Shaking your head, you pulled your gaze away from him and returned to the food you were cooking. He wouldn’t be interested in you, he was only nice to you because he shared you with the others, maybe he was just a good guy and wanted to protect you from the lusty needs of the other men. He had never made a lewd comment towards you or suggestive manor, but your mind couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like in the bedroom. The way his hands touched your moments ago made you think he was a gentle lover, who would need edging out his shell to release his animal, mobster side. Your face began to fluster at the thoughts of his touches, your core beginning to throb a little.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Soryu asks across the room, snapping you back to reality.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry, I was thinking about what I’m going to wear tonight for this sodding event,” You whined, plating up Soryu’s food. You carried the plate to him and he smiled before looking at it.

“I’m going to end up being a nurse, it’s literally a stupid outfit, its like, body tight but its so short it like barely covers my thighs and I don’t even think I’ll fit my boobs in it, they’ve grown since I last wore it,” You whined before stopping hearing Soryu chocking on your food, his face flushed red. Shit you forgot who you were talking to and had just been describing your ridiculously revealing outfit to Soryu. He coughs before calming down.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I forgot who was talking to, I’ll just leave you in peace!” You flusteredly say before quickly leaving the room. 

---

 [Soryu POV]

“If you wish to see my nipples, my doors always open,” She said with a wink. God damn. You tried to hide your blushing deep in the book, you were no longer interested in. Ever since you set eyes on this woman you were unable to get her out your head, it was like a possessive gaze she had over you. (Y/N) was sweet and innocent, it was like she wasn’t scared of you at all. She had no reason to be, you would never harm her! In fact you wanted to steal her away into the night and keep by you at all times, away from the perverted men you called friends. Especially that bonehead Mitsunari and Ota, they were constantly making inappropriate comments towards you, every time they did you had to resist pulling your gun out on them. You wanted to protect her, keep her safe but she was a woman who could hold her own.

You couldn’t help but snicker at the gun Mamoru presented to her, you had a bigger gun than that since you were a child. No, she needed to see and feel a real gun.

“And just,” You whisper into her ear, inhaling her scent, she had an intoxicating natural scent, nothing like other women you had met before. Having your arms wrapped around her felt natural, it felt right and you never wanted to see it end. Her slight excitement and proudness of her calling your name whilst she held it alone, made your mind go slightly dark. In other circumstances, you would be pressed up against her, taking her from behind whilst she cried your name is lust. You could feel your arousal growing and needed to stop but there just seeing something about her standing there, holding your gun, turned you on.

Thankfully a rumble in your stomach brought you down from your dirty thoughts. You were persistent that you would order room service, you didn’t want her to fuss over your needs. But she was just like you, stubborn and eventually you gave up. The woman had made you, second in command of the mafia, back down and change your option. Never had anyone been able to do such a thing, maybe she could handle you? She was definitely strong enough to hold her own. You had noticed in the last couple days she had become more strong willed, no longer frightened of Eisukes threats and often argued back as she had done earlier with that stupidly ridiculous outfit Eisuke had tried to get her to wear. You had told him, it was a dumb idea but like often, no-one listened to you.

You caught her staring at you, almost lost in a trace, and longed to know what she was thinking of. She was gently sucking on her bottom lip, something she did when she was lost in thought. She was stunning, part of you wanted to walk over to her and kiss her passionately, letting you know how you felt. But you were almost the head of the mafia, you couldn’t be seen as being weak over a woman…

 The omelette she made you looked fantastic and you hoped it tasted as good as it smelt. 

“It's so short it barely covers my thighs and I don't even think I’ll fit my boobs in it, they’ve grown since I last wore it,” You heard her say and it rang through your head. The food in your throat got caught and you choked on it, you never expected her to come out that in such casualness. Her flustered face said it all and before you could respond, she had darted from the room. As wonderful as the food she made was, your arousal took over as you imagined her thighs baring from her outfit, her breasts almost spilling out. You gritted your teeth and threw your head back a little.

You currently had two things on your mind, making her yours and having her make these perfect omlettes for you everyday.

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[OC POV] 

You knew it was a stupid idea! This sodding outfit barely fitted you. The white nurses outfit gripped to your body, it rided high against your fishnet stockings it was more than midway up your thighs and the top half. It clung to your breasts, them almost spilling out, if you leaned forward too much you were positive they would come out. You sighed and tied your hair up in a bun before applying your crimson lipstick and slipping into your heels. 

You were met with an encore of whistles from Baba and Ota as you made your way down the stairs. You glared slightly at them, it was no use even engaging with them. 

“Well, well, this is definitely getting me up,” Eisuke said, circling you like a shark. Your eyes met Soryus, whose face was flushed as he stared at you, not your body but your face.

A chorus of inappropriate jokes and comments kept spewing from Baba and Ota like, ‘Oh, I think you need to take my temperature because making me hot in that’. Ota purposefully dropped something demanding you picked it up for him. You couldn't be putting up with this, you knew the whole night would be like this, most likely progressing worse when the pair had a drink. 

You walk forward, as if going to pick up what Ota had dropped before your hand quickly diving into Soryu’s jacket pocket and whipped out his gun. You held it like he guided you to earlier and turned, pointing it to the pair whose jaws were dropped open. 

“Another comment and I’ll shoot them micro-dick off of you,” You angrily yelled. All silence and eyes felt on to you, stunned at your movements. 

“Princess, I assure you it's not micro…” Baba pouted and went to take a step forward. Smuggy git. You cocked the gun and pointed it down to his and cocked an eyebrow to him.

“Do you really want to push me?” You respond, keeping a poker face.  You see Eisuke smirking out the corner of your eye, him and the moronic idiots thinking you were bluffing.

“I’m not going Eisuke,” You added, turning your head and staring him down. His expression did not change but he folded his arms across his chest. You move the gun to him, before pressing the trigger and firing it past his shoulder, the bullet smashing a glass behind him. He flinched and looked at you angrily. 

“(Y/N), come on, boss I’ll stay with her,” Soryu said from behind you, gently pushing your arm down before removing the smoking gun and guiding you into his room.

“Soryu sort her out and see she falls back into place, or I’ll handcuff her to the bed and screw her until I feel she’s repaid me for that outburst,” Eisuke says to him sternly, him and the bidders leaving the penthouse. 

You shook slightly in anger and turned to see Soryu, his room was immaculately clean, it looked so clean as if he didn’t actually live here.

“I took it too far didn’t I…” You whispered.

“They all hate me… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, they just pushed my buttons and I snapped, please, please don't let Eisuke hurt me,” You cried, your body shaking as you realised the events of what had just happened. He shushed you and pulled you tight into his arm.

“I will never let anything or anyone hurt you,’ He says, stroking your hair before leaning down and kissing you. You weren't sure if it was because you were vulnerable or that the events that had happened had turned him on but you didn’t deny him, you wanted him.

You grip his hair, pulling him down and deepening the kiss between you, he placed his hands on your waist. As the passion between you continues, he gently pushes you onto the bed following suite, not breaking his lips from yours. It was a hungry kiss, it was almost like he wanted you, as if he had been waiting for you. Yours hands began to run down from his hair, to his chest where you fondled slightly with his shirt. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, they were glazed but not with lust with like an almost loving sight. 

“(Y/N), I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you, but if we carry on I won’t be able to stop, I need to know this is what you want,” He said, pressing sweeting kisses to your lips. The words made you almost melt into the bed below you.

“I want to be yours Soryu,” You whisper back, saying the words he wanted to hear since he met you, before the kiss deepens again. Your fingers fumble as they try to undo his shirt and tie before admiring the defined muscles, which they hid. His tongue searches in your mouth for yours and your grind your lower half up mercilessly to meet his growing erection. You both into each others mouths as his fingers gently teater on your dress, before slipping below the material to graze your breasts, both pleased you weren't wearing a bra. He grunted quietly against you as he helped you out of the outfit, his eyes fixated on your naked breasts. He kissed his down your neck, gently nipping here and there before his mouth met them. You arched your back slightly and lose your fingers in his hair which was now messy, his bangs falling over his face slightly. He pushes his jacket and shirt off before returning back to your body and removing the dress of you fully, looking down and admiring your body. You could feel his want for you pressing violently into your thighs making your core soaked. His fingers traced down your body before slipping under your laced underwear, he groaned slightly feeling your wetness against his finger tip. He kissed your stomach gently before pulling them off, leaving you in your heels and stockings, a sight he was beyond happy to see. 

“Oh, oh Sor!” You whimpered, gently tugging his hair as his lips moved down to gently press against your clit. It was beyond pleasurable, the sensation growing as he continued. Your moans and movement were music to him, he didn’t care about himself, he just wanted to focus on your pleasure. When you felt yourself getting close, his hands held your waist still, to stop your hips buckling as his intensity increases. When you felt his tongue enter you, you cried out, your walls tightening and you finished onto his mouth. He growled slightly as he licked you clean before kneeling up. You leaned up slightly and your hands flew to his belt, removing him and his trousers before all was left was his boxers. You bit your lip and gently removed them, your eyes widening strongly as you saw his impressive member release free, a slight hiss came from his mouth. He pushed you back down and lined himself up to you, you wrapping your arms around his shoulder, pulling his face close to yours. 

“Are you sure?” He said delicately, one hand guiding himself to you, the other stroked the hair out of your face. 

“I’m yours Soryu, please...Oh-!” You said, gently pushing himself into you. Both of you were crying out as he entered you, inching himself closer and closer until he was fully inside you. You expected him to move but he pressed his forehead against yours, panting slightly, also as if it was his first time…

“Soryu, are you okay,” You whisper, holding his head in your hands, looking into his eyes. He swallows.

“Yeah, your just, fuck- really tight, if I move I’ll-” He says, shutting his eyes tight.

 You kiss him gently, and he takes one hand, intertwining it with yours and placing it by the side of your head. He adjusts to you before slowly moving his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of you. He was hitting the perfect spot each time, his pace beginning to pick up. You gripped onto his hand tightly, your other hand digging into his back.

“Oh, Oh Sor!” You cried, his hips rocking against yours. He was repeatedly hitting your spot, it made your back arch and your skin tingle. Once, twice and on the third thrust, you saw white, your walls quaked around him, tightening around him intensely. You moaned his name repeatedly and his name slipped from his lips as he spilled into you. He continued to thrust, him riding you both down, before collapsing onto you, pantining vigorously. He lied on his, pulling you into his chest, the both of you recovering.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that,” He panted against you, his fringe sticking to his forehead. 

“Trust me, I do…” You whisper, looking up at him. He was staring down at you, watching you and pressed gentle kisses to your head whilst he held you close.

“Your mine, I will protect with every inch of my life,” He said against your skin.

“But you take my gun from me like that again and I’ll have punish you,” He says with a smirk. You knew there was a darker side to him and you was excited to bring it out of him.

“I think I can handle you and your gun,” You say with a wink before giggling as he rolls your onto your back and pushes you into the bed.

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“She’s just like Soryu!” Ota pouted. He was still whining about what had happened.

“I swear I’ve never seen her look sexier with that outfit on and gun in hand,” Baba added. The pair of them were still at it. 

“Yeah well, your little stunt more or less pushed her into the arms of Soryu, I think you wanna watch what you say to the kid,” Mamoru chimed in, lighting up his cigarette. Eisuke was still scowling. 

“Cheer up boss! She didn’t threaten to shoot your dick off!” Baba chuckles, he knew how to push your buttons but he never meant any harm. 

“No, but he wants her to do something else to his dick,” Ota yelled, causing a round of laughter from the men. Eisuke was not impressed, never had a woman pointed a gun or threatened him before and he had certainly never been the butt of a joke either. He snarled at the others, that god-damn woman. He had to have and make her his, he would get rid of the mafia boss if needs be, even if he was his closest friend. He wanted her and nothing would get in his way. 

Part 2

[voltagesmutter]

Love Letter From The Baddest Bidder

Crossover between Love Letter From Thief X and Kissed By The Baddest Bidder - Mitsu x OC

Originated from a request about OC falling for a bidder, who also falls her and how OC gets jealous from him going on a date with another. Flicking from different POV’s and first to third person.

Pairing - Mitsunari Baba x OC (Bella)

Warning: Strong language, NSFW And Smut, 

Word count: 8.5K

Mitsunari Baba:

Womanizer

Noun: A man who engages in numerous casual sexual affairs with women.

If you looked up womanizer in the dictionary, an image of Mitsunari Baba would appear next to it.

Mitsunari Baba was a world class thief, not only at stealing paintings and valuable items but also at the hearts of women. His cheeky grin, the tip of fedora and a smooth flirtatious line and he would have you buckling at the knees. His charming charisma, his light hazel eyes you often found yourself getting lost in, the teasing lines he would chuckle just to watch your cheeks flush. Everything about him was perfect, it was soon clear to you why he was such a hit with the ladies, flirtatious words rolled off his tongue like a fluent first language. He could charm the pants of anyone. And that is why you kicked yourself for falling for the devilish gentleman. 

You're doing it again, your inner voice scolding you as you found yourself once again watching the brunette as you lingered at the bar.

“Stare anymore and you’ll go blind,” A friendly voice, a familiar scent lingered beside you, Riki taking the free seat next to you.

“I’m not staring!” You poured, turning your attention from the back of the man, twirling the tumbler in your hand, eyes now focusing on the clear liquid in front of you, gin was always your go to. 

“Really? Because all night I’ve seen you gawping at that brute and after what I just witnessed...” Riki smirked, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“He’s not a brute!” You protested, watching as the ice in your drink began to melt away, “You only say because you don’t like him”. Riki scoffed at your words.

“I don’t trust him, there’s a difference, I don’t trust anyone of them, that no good thief or that mafia guy, especially not Eisuke,” You missed the glare in Riki’s eyes. 

“Then why are we even here Riki?” You questioned, picking up your glass and knocking back the remains of your drink.

“Business is business darlin, regardless if we get along or not,” He hummed in response, following your actions and throwing back the single finger measurement of whisky in his glass. Your eyes lingered the back to the brown hair, watching as he leaned forward and whispered something into the petite, jade-eye girl, her head thrown back in fits of laughter. Wishing it was you in her place.

You and your merry band of thieves were currently residing in ‘The Tres Spades’ hotel for the evening as part of a mission collaboration with another set of men who called themselves ‘The Bidders’. That was due to the set of five men being part of the black market which was held at the hotel, the events happening unknown to the outside world. This wasn’t your first encounter with the bidders, no that had happened many months ago, you had collaborated with them many times co-siding on missions together. The group bore a striking resemblance to your thieving gang:

You had Eisuke Ichinomiya, often referred to as the king, who was their leader or boss as they called him. Soryu Oh, a leader of the mafia who had a dis-liking for anything feminine of female. Mitsunari Baba, a reckless flirt who was the definition of a womaniser. Ota Kisaki, an artistic prodigy with the traits of the devil. And finally, Mamoru Kishi, a crooked cop although you never actually saw him do any work. 

Each member of your gang resembled one from the bidders: Riki and Eisuke being the leaders, Kenshi and Soryu having a hard time in engaging with conversation especially when it came to women, Atsumu and Mitsunari being the older ‘more mature’ men with a hobby for star signs and fortune telling,  Hiro and Ota being the youngest with playboy attitudes and finally Takuto and Mamoru being the slackers who only found interest in eating and sleeping. The striking resemblance of personalities often clashed causing chaos and arguments amongst the men. 

The glimmer red of your dress coordinated perfectly with his contrasting crimson tie, the shared moment you had not-long ago as the ghosting tease of his lips against yours made your fingertips run over your bottom lip. There was no negotiation, he was going to kiss you outside, the spark you felt with him was purely undeniable, on your half anyway. And yet, he sat only meters away from you, his charming ability working on the next thing he saw with a pulse. You completely forgot about.

The man with the Red Fedora:

Your first time meeting the bidders was… eventful to say the least. It was normal Tuesday night, the gang and you sat around Le Renard Noir, discussing the newest mission.

“So the painting is hanging in the main art gallery of the city, it was stolen from another group of associates, more specifically from Mr.Ichinomiya so we have to work fast to get this back,” Riki stated, pointing to a painting, an image of a man and the art gallery. You watched as they went into intricate details about security and such, Takuto already pulling out his laptop and scanning across a screen of encrypted numbers. Being as helpful as you could be in that moment of time, Takuto practically barked at you when you offered any help, you took the bins from behind the bar and exited the building. Throwing them into the bin, you saw as two cars pulled up, calling out ‘Riki’, no-one came to the bar at this time of night. Watching as the head beams turned off, 3 men emerging from one car as 2 others left the other one.

“Sorry men, but we’re closed,” You yell, standing in the doorway of the bar, all 5 of them sharing a look before walking to you.

“You need to leave,” A harsh voice, followed by a glinting in the moonlight, a pistol being held to you by one of the strangers. He was tall, his hair slicked back and his eyes like cold steel.

“Excuse me?” You hold your hand up to bat away the gun, you work with thieves, you were used to having a gun or two thrown in your face to the point it no longer frightened you.

“Oh this little Koro has balls,” A young man, heavily resembling Hiro only less red and more auburn, laughed as he took a step towards you.

“Sor! Lower the damn weapon,” A friendly voice of the man who you would later come to be infatuated with, “Sorry about him pretty lady, I hope he didn’t scare you,”. The man speaking the words with the fedora took a bold step forward and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the gun was lowered. 

“Bella is everything okay, Riki sent me out here and I-” Kenshi came bursting out the front door, his eyes narrowing as he saw the group of men, “Oh, it’s you”. Kenshi came outside, pushed the man's arm off of you and pulled you close, “Come on”. He guided you back inside, the men following him. Formal introductions were made to you by the thief's, the bidders here to give an insight into the mission, one of the men amongst them was Eisuke, you recognised his face from the photo Riki had pointed to earlier

“So this is the black fox lady,” Eisuke smirked, as he sat back on the leather sofa as if he owned it, “Quite impressive for your tastes Riki,”. You blinked a few times, wanting to knock that smug-smirk off of his face.

“Don’t be staring at my princess!” Hiro pouted, the redhead coming to your defence as if you were a helpless princess.

“I’m nobodies nothing,” You responded, seeking a safe place to stand behind the bar, “This ‘quite impressive’ lady actually has brains”.

“Hate to admit it but the kids right, she’s got some smartness behind them bambi eyes,” Takuto backs you up before he starts choking on his pork noodles, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Your heart almost stopped at the back-handed compliment, Takuto was never nice to you. 

You poured yourself a drink as the bidders and thieves conversed, your eyes meeting with the gaze of Mitsunari's as he gave a cheeky wink before turning back to the conversation at hand. 

“So the plan is, Bella your our lead, you enter the event of the gala with Ota, Hiro and Mitsu you both act as security guards, Hiro your on the left wing whilst Mitsu you stand guard in the back entrance, Takuto will sort the systems, when the lights go down, I’ll swap the paintings, Bella you secure the real one and leave through the back entrance with Mitsu, Hiro you reassure the room before leaving out this exit here, I’ll follow suit with Hiro, Kenny you bring the van to the back for Bella and Mitsu to jump in, then we’ll meet back here, all clear?” Riki’s voice in a formative tone as he explained the mission in depth. A reassuring nod and murmur from you all follows. 

“So my Koro,” Ota taking your hand in his as he pulls you to the side, “Send me a photo of your dress so we can coordinate, and if you feel like showing me what you’ll be wearing underneath I won’t mind either,”. He throws you a wink and you pull your hand quickly away. One, who or what the fuck is a Koro? Two, another version of Hiro, brilliant, bloody brilliant. A tut from the men behind him, the one named Soryu who pointed the gun at you burned holes into his head with his glare.

“Ota leave the lovely lady alone, I’m so sorry princess,” Mitsunari chuckled, bowing in an apologetic form as Ota left. 

“I’m used to it with Hiro and all, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself Mr.Baba,” You rolling your eyes.

“That I bet you can,” His eyes giving you a glance up and down with a wolfish grin, “Mitsu please”.

“Well Mitsu, it appears your friends are leaving,” Your eyes guesting to the group of bidders now leaving LRN. 

“Alas, until next time my princess,” He pressed a small kiss to your wrist, a blushing form of redness graces your cheeks before he follows the others who left him. 

The night of the mission soon came quickly dressed in your finest evening gowns, you had come to acquire a few due to the nature of your role in the black foxes, hair pinned back in an elegant up do. Ota had matched you with colour down to the tiniest of detail, the grey suit with a lavender tie to match your dress, the same coloured handkerchief folded in his top pocket.  He escorted you with him inside, your arm threaded through his as you held the crook of his elbow, a fake-smile gracing your lips. You were used to doing missions alone, why this annoying brat had to accompany you, you’d never know. He spent the whole evening filled with lewd comments, nicknames referring to Koro, at one point he even joked about having you on all fours and having you follow him around like a master. 

“Bella, 2 minutes to shut off,” Takuto mumbled through the transmitter. 

“You know Koro, that dress looks so good on you, I bet it will look so much better on my bedroom floor,” Ota leaning into whisper in your ear, his breath tickling against your neck.

“Right! A, my name is Bella, not Kiro, B, back the fuck off and C-” You hiss but are cut off from the lights in the building shutting off. 

“Show time,” Riki’s voice flooding your ear piece. You let go of Ota’s arms and make a dash to the area of where the painting you was after was hung. You had exactly 40 seconds for Riki to change the painting and get out to the second exit before the alarms would ring, time was of the essence. It was all going so smoothly, Riki managed to swap them as Hiro distracted the guests, passing you the real painting as you crept to the back exit where Mitsu met you. 

“10 seconds, Bella you need to hurry,”.

Mitsu holding the door open hurriedly tugging you into the abandoned staircase, shutting the door quietly behind you just as the alarms began to sound. The pair of you bolted down the stairs but Mitsu was faster, you tottered behind him in your stilettos, a very poor choice of footwear for a mission. 

“Come on princess,” He stopped, scooped you up in his arms and ran as the sound of the door you had fled from burst open. He held you tight as if you were completely weightless, kicking open the emergency exit and sprinting to the white van where Kenshi and Takuto were waiting. You both scrambled in, Kenny flooring the van as he sped off, the painting secure in your arms. Everything went off without a hitch. 

“To another successful mission,” Riki toasted, each of you joined by the bidders raised a glass in celebration. Ota and Hiro’s glasses both clinked against yours and you shot them both a glare that made them retreat.

“She’s just as feisty as you Sor,” Mitsu chuckled with a hearty laugh, a blush forming on the mobsters face as he tried to brush off the comment. 

As the night went on, you excused yourself to get some fresh air, lighting up a cigarette as you did but a flame of another's got their first, Mamoru's. 

“Thanks,” You say as you inhaled, the smoke sending wafts of relaxation throughout your body, nothing felt better than smoking after a mission. 

“Gotta say kid, the way you put Ota in his place, you know how to stand your ground,” The cop chuckled lightly, smoking exhaling out of his nose.

“You heard?”.

“We all heard, Baba won’t shut up about it, nice to see someone putting the brat in his place,”. You spent longer than you thought outside, engaging in an actual adult conversation with him, it was pleasant to actually have a conversation rather than just being flirted with or teased at. Mamoru looked the same age as Atsumu and so did Mitsu, Mitsu passing as slightly younger. It wasn’t until Mitsu came out, the outline of fedora clear in the shadows that you realised how long you had been gone.

“Princess, there you are!” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder like he had done the first night he met you, “Come back inside it’s no fun with just a bunch of guys, I miss your pretty face,”. A blush formed on your cheeks as you let him guide you back inside, you found yourself lowering your guard with him, you always had a thing for men who were older, more mature. You found the rest of your evening heavily gravitated to him, much to the disapproval of the others, the conversation between the pair of you naturally flowing. 

“I must say princess, I don’t understand the whole mission when the true beauty of the evening is sitting right in front of me,” Your eyes falling to meet his gaze, feeling yourself being pulled into that gleaming smile. You knew his type far too well, the womanising flirt but there was something about him, a subtle softness behind it all that kept pulling you back to him. Just as he was about to say something, a whining Riki pulled you away, the strong scent of whisky heavy on his breath.

“She’s miiine,” He whined, rubbing his cheek against your palm as he so often did when he was drunk. 

“Riki, god not again!” You tried to pull your hand away but Riki kept a tight grip on you. 

“No, all of you eyes off her,” He continued to pout, a smirking laughter coming from Eisuke who was clearly enjoying the show. 

“If you ever need a real man, you know where to find me,” Eisuke tilting your chin with his sleek fingertips, dropping a wink to you before pulling back. In all honesty, the only man you could think about was the one you had been previously speaking to, the man with the red fedora. In the end you sat on the sofa, Riki’s head in your lap as you played with his hair with a sigh, every time he drank he became a clinging mess. He had confessed his true feelings to you the last time he was drunk, a slight shock on your behalf as you never imagined Riki would feel something towards you but you were unable to reciprocate his feelings, you wanted a man. You needed a real man. 

Weeks had passed after your mission with the bidders but you still unable to shake the Mitsu from your head, even looking at Atsumu who resembled a close resemblance, brought back the flood of emotions you felt when he had been flirting with you. The gang had tried to warn you of his womanising ways, Kenshi calling him, ‘The older version of Hiro’, but for some ungodly reason that didn’t faze you. No in-fact you saw it as a challenge, you wanted him, you wanted Mitsunari Baba. 

Late Night Texts:

“Are you awake?”.

“Mitsu… it’s 1 a.m.”.

“I just wanted to check you was okay princess,”. 

The smile spread across your face as you re-read the message several times before reminding yourself who exactly was texting you. The others had tried to steer you clear but you found yourself drawn like a magnet to him. A slight fit of laughter as you remembered the first time he messaged you.

“Hey princess!”.

“Hello…?” You hesitantly responded.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten who I am, my heart breaks,”. You couldn’t deny, your first thought went to Ota.

“Please do enlighten me,”. The next text to follow was a red fedora and your heart raced.

“Mitsu, how did you even get my number?”.

“A gentleman never tells,”.

“A gentleman also doesn’t text without asking for a lady's number,”. 

“You got me there princess,” You could almost hear his laughter through the text. 

“But I am also a thief, so that cancels out the gentleman part,”. 

An array of messages were exchanged, subtle flirting and hints could be read between the messages, a flood of excitement coursed through you. 

“Well yes, I got home safe so thank you,” You responded, kicking off your heels and settling down into bed. Another meeting mission with the bidders, this time something to do with a bunch of items being stolen and sold at the black market in “The Tres Spades’. 

“Was really nice to see you again, next time don’t leave it so long,”. You were just about to respond with a goodnight when another message came through, double texting so needy.

“Did you know, Leo and Capricorns make for an interesting match,”.

“Really now?”.

“Really, it’s almost like the stars are aligned,”. 

No stop, you thought to yourself to not reply, he was a womaniser, all these smooth lines were just part of his game to get you into bed. But what if there not? What if the man is generally interested in you? But before you could reply another message came through. 

“Goodnight princess x”. 

“Goodnight Mitsu”.

----

“Do we have to go?” Takuto groaned, his head pressed against the wooden table.

“Mr.Ichinomiya invited us as guests, we can’t just not go,” Riki tutted, “Besides we need to scout out the investors who got ahold of the Da Vinci painting,”. This was to do with the meeting from a few days ago, the plan for tonight was to mingle with other bidders from the black market, trying to suss out who stole and brought the painting to the market. 

“Come on it won’t be that bad,” You smiled, running your hands down to flatten the dress you had chosen to wear. It was red, the same red Mitsu wore, a plunging neckline and clung to every curve of your body. 

Leo:

Mitsu was a man of many words, he knew the words of ‘love’ better than English. Only he thought he did, until he met her. Bella, an enchantress, a siren, a beautiful woman who made him lose all his cool. Sure he got about, abit, at one point he had a different lady on his arm every night. But what's the harm in having a bit of fun? Especially since he’ll never love again, no love was out of the question, love got him burned in the past and he would be damned if it ever happened again. But for one night with her, even if it was purely talking, he would throw his new-day-new-fling attitude away forever. She was different, there something about her that purely intrigued him: was it that she blushed at his subtle flirting instead of throwing herself at him like every other woman, was it her dont-fuck-with-me attitude like how she had dealt with Ota, was it that when he had an actual conversation with her she had gotten so last in her passionate talks that she spoke for a solid 30 minutes on art and it’s beauty, was it that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; a pocketful of sunshine bursting with personality, or was it purely because she was a woman, not a young model who he always lusted after. Yes whilst clearly a young woman, the young age of 24, she wasn't an ‘aspiring actress’ with daddy issues he always found himself with. No, Bella, she was a lady and Mitsu wanted to make her his lady.

The text that sent between him, the hinting flirts from both sides, he found himself feeling like a school-boy with a crush, checking his phone every couple of minutes. He found himself no-longer caring for the young scarlets that pounced on him wherever he went, leaching on to the next innocent fool, his mind wandering back off to the blonde he met at LRN. It almost felt like… fate, dare he say it. His horoscope had told him that a new interest would enter his life this month, maybe she was it? It was true, all he needed was a sign. 

The night the black foxes came to the penthouse for a meeting, all wanted to know if she was coming, even being in the same room as him made a light buzz tingle across his body. Was he nervous? No, surely not, Mitsunari did not get nervous. But then his mind wandered to how delicate she really was, that slight vulnerability as she let her guard down with him, no-harsh pretences or words, just rays of that spellbinding laugh that enticed him even future. Secretly praying she would come, he put on his finest fedora, just in-case. 

He felt himself smile when he saw her follow the others in, but it dropped when he saw Riki’s arm gently holding over her forearm in a reassuring manner. He disliked the boy, partially because he saw his younger self in him, he definitely dis-liked the way he caught him looking at her. The night after the mission, Riki pulled her away from his gaze, he had believed the two were a couple from the words of claim but her every eye roll, the batting off his words followed by a soft response of ‘Just friends, Riki,’ the meek smile she would throw at him every-time he caught her gaze, told him otherwise. 

She held her confidence as she began to relax, putting tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum in their rightful places once more, power almost radiating off her at her every word. Her aura was a mixture of beautiful colours: fluorescent yellows, illuminating shades of green, deep blues and purples like the ocean and his favourite colour of all, red. After time passed, she joined him in the kitchen as she offered to make coffees, a putting-others above her own needs attitude. 

“Look at us twinning,” She laughed, pointing to her white belt, which was holding her thin black jumper into her jeans. It took a moment for him to release before she gestured to his hat, his white hat. A sign, the sign. That was it, Mitsunari had a full blown crush. 

When they had all left all he wanted to do was ring her to check she got home okay, but he couldn’t do it, it would be too needy he thought. Instead a simple text. ‘The stars aligning’ were not meant to be sent, he typed it before quickly releasing what he was saying and hit send by mistake, god-damn young people technology. 

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He physically felt the air from with his lungs being sucked out when she entered Eisuke’s event, the red dress that accentuated every inch of her pale skin, she literally took his breath away. He found himself drawn like a magnet to her throughout the night, like the moon to the earth, finding himself pulled to her. He asserted himself into the conversation when he felt men had been staring too long or getting a bit too close, listening sharply for words for only an adult audience before making his presence known. He wanted to protect her, knowing the real natures and intentions of half the men in the room, but she wasn’t his to protect. His eyes darted across the room when he lost track of her, before the glinting of a red bottomed heel flickered as the owners stepped outside. Red, the colour of his tie, fedora and boxers. 

“Everything alright?” He called out to her, leaning against the doorframe as she rested against the balcony rail, her figure and skin glowing in the basking moonlight. She hummed lightly in response before stretching, turning around to face him across the chiseled-slate floor. 

“Just get a bit tiring, the whole charade,” Her voice soft but changing into an attitude, “And I swear, if I get one more sleaze-ball talking to my breasts I will be kicking some ass”. He chuckled, taking a step towards her, his hands tucking into his slacks pockets.  

“The dress is very… nice,” He choked half-way through his sentence, shit he actually was nervous. Never had he fumbled a flirt, a pick up line or a smooth recovery, his cheeks raging pink with embarrassment and he turned his head slightly to hide it. 

“Thank you, it was a present,” She gave a light twirl with a laugh that sent his knees weak and a pit of happiness inside his stomach. 

“You know we have to stop meeting like this,” He chuckled, her face responded with a quizzical expression, “The colours, the dress, the tie, the hat,”. She let out another laugh and shook her head. 

“You know what they say about two people who wear the same matching colour twice in a row,” She took a step towards him, a small gap now between him, his heart racing slightly as he stared down into her pooling blue eyes.

“And what’s that?” He wanted nothing more than to bring his hand up and rest it against her supple cheek.

“That they have the best fashion,” She teased, bringing her face close to his before tapping his nose and pulling away. “So come on,” She tugged his arm and pulled him to the balcony edge with her, “I have some questions for you on stars”. He answered everything she asked him, his face turned to her as the corner of his lips jerked up whilst he watched her eyes widen at the glistening stars above. 

“And if you look just there,” He pointed up, her eyes squinting and a ‘where’ fell from her lips. He stood behind her, wrapping both arms around hers, using his right to point up, leaning his head on her shoulder so they was eye level, “There”. He felt her shudder slightly as his breath caught against her neck, the rapid beating of her heartbeat against his chest, the crinkling of her eyes as she focused before letting out the purest of gasps. 

“Them aligning stars are the ones that make the Leo symbol,” He softness in his voice as he traced the shape with her hand. 

“It’s beautiful,” She breathless whispered at the constellations above.

“You really are,” His voice in a whisper as she turned to face him, eyes meeting a gaze as their breaths mingled from the closeness, her thick eyelashes closing her blue eyes as she hesitated for a second before leaning in. Mitsu found himself replicating her actions, knees almost giving way as the distance between their lips grew shorter. Just as her flushed lips brushed over his, a cough from behind jerked them both apart, Mitsu turning to see their rude interrupter, Riki. 

The gaze he gave her, she lowered her head before retreating indoors alone, Riki took bounding steps towards him. 

“Why can’t you leave her alone,” He hissed, a slight glare of possession in his eyes.

“She’s a woman, not an object,” Mitsu stood up fully, towering slightly over him.

“And you’ll just use her like one!” Riki retaliated, a growing battle between them. His words stung, like a venomous wound but he knew why the younger male had said it. It was true, Mitsu did often use women for his own pleasure before discarding them, but her, Bella was different. She had a hold on him. His heart that stopped beating so long ago, began to tremble and tighten when he saw her, a racing rhythm he had forgotten the beat off. He wouldn’t say it was love, but it was very close to the feeling. 

“Why are you so jealous of her? Is it because she’s rejected you and you can’t bear to stand the fact she will feel something for someone?” Mitsu knew he struck a nerve when Riki’s jaw twitched and his fists balled.

“She’s too pure for you Mitsunari,” Is where the young politician left the conversation, his words hanging heavy over Mitsu. He knew they were true, he also knew he never stood a chance with her. 

He tried to shake her from his head, the softness of her skin still lingered against his hands where he had held her, her eyes like a galaxy allowing him to get lost. The softness of her lips being the stars, the brief touch that had sent shocks across his spine, the smallest taste of heaven. He watched sitting at the bar in the penthouse, him trying to pull his attention to someone else to try to forget about her, the black-haired scarlet fawning over him as he sat on the sofa. It was a distraction that was barely successful, the flirtatious words rolled off his tongue as he spoke so softly to be met with over-exaggerated laughing and a hand placed on his thigh. He caught the reflection of the woman he wished was next to him in the glass window, Riki once more latched to her side, Mitsu knowing he stood no chance with him around. Before he met her, he would have taken the girl sat next to him straight to his room but now all he could think of was pushing her away and holding the woman he longed for in his arms. 

“So how about it?” The green eyes now in a close proximity bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Hm?”.

“Dinner, tomorrow, I’ve heard so much about you Mitsunari, I’m just dying to hear if the rumours are true,” She purred, running a finger down his chest. He turned to meet Bella’s gaze, but she was no wear to be seen, sneaking out with the faintest of tears after seeing the actions between Mitsu and the girl. His heart dropped to release she had gone, a scowl on Riki’s face as he ran out of the penthouse to follow her. 

“Sure,” He said with a hopeless smile. 

A playboy, a seducer:

“Bella stop,” Sweeping his bangs out of his face as he chased after her. 

“Riki please, just go away,” She yelled back for the seventh time, breath hitching as she had tried to flee so silently.

“Is it because of him,” His words make her stop in her track, turning as the moonlight shined off her pale skin, illuminating her in his path. 

“What if it is Riki?” The glistening tear glinted as it rolled down her cheek.

“He’s not good enough for you,” Riki holding out a hand to stroke her cheek as he stepped forward, she batting his hand away.

“And what? You are? Riki, we’ve been over this again and again, I’m sorry but I don’t the same way,” A plea in her voice that made his heart clench.

“He’s a playboy, a seducer, he doesn’t deserve you,”.

“Maybe I want that!” Her voice was a little louder than she had hoped, “I’m not a child Riki, I know how to handle myself,”. There was a lingering pause of silence between them before Riki finally broke it.

“If he hurts you…” He started but she reached forward and squeezed his hand with a faint smile, a ‘thank you’ gracing her lips. Riki kept his strong poker face as he felt the woman whose smile made his day, slip away from his grasp and longed to be in the arms of another. 

Yellow Ties and Underwear:

You found your feet unable to stop themselves, walking into ‘The Tres Spaces’ the following evening after the party. You could use the excuse that you left something here from last night, but who was you kidding, you were here to see Mitsu. 

“Hi, I wanted to visit the penthouse?” You smiled at the young girl on reception who raised an eyebrow at you, “Tell Mr.Ichinomiya, it’s Bella”. The ring of a phone and a conversation between the girl and who you presumed to be Eisuke, a ‘Yes sir,’ following her voice.

“Here,” She smiled, passing a slicked gold card across the desk and gestured to the lifts. Your knees trembled as you leaned back against the railing as the elevator took you up over 50 flights of stairs, boy did you feel sorry for a maid who worked her. What were you even doing here? What did you think would happen? That’d you just waltz in, see Mitsu sitting on the sofa, stroll over and say “Hey, I really fucking fancy you to the point I can’t get you out of my head”. Brilliant ideas as always Bella. 

Only when the steel-doors opened, there was only one person in the room, Eisuke who was sat crossed legged in a leather arm chair, arms folded with his signature smirk on his face.

“Well, it’s this a nice surprise,” His crisp voice ringing against the marbled walls, making no effort to stand as he beckoned you towards him, “Are you finally here to take up my offer, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist”. He stood up as you got closer, tracing a fingertip over your arm, “I knew you were trying to get my attention last night and let me tell you,”. His warm hand caressed your shoulder, “You certainly got it,”. He leaned forward, you pushed him back and took a pace backwards, face flushed red.

“M-Mr.Ichinomiya! I apologise if I gave you the wrong impression but I-” You stuttered, flustered as one of the wealthiest men in the city had just made a pass at you, unsure what to say next. He tutted and removed his hand from you, rolling his eyes.

“If you're not here for me, why are you here?” His voice dropping to his normal sternness, eyes heavily watching you as you began to buckle under his gaze. 

“I-I’m here… I’m here to see Mitsu,” You finally blurted after a few moments of silence, Eisuke cocking an eyebrow at your words, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.

“Hey boss, is the yellow too much or is it-” The voice of Mitsu came bursting out of one of the bedroom doors, he came into the room in a navy blue suit, holding up a yellow tie. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, eyes wandering between you and Eisuke before he mumbled an apology of interrupting you. 

“It's not.. Mitsu I-” Your face was blushing heavily as you stood a step towards him before realising where you were. Eisuke scoffed, held up a hand and retreated into one of the other rooms, leaving you both alone in the silence. 

“Snap?” He chuckled, holding up his tie as he nodded to the yellow bra strap from under your off the shoulder top, laughter knowing replacing the lingering silence. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Your heart slightly pounding at the sheer handsomeness of the man who stood before you.

“Oh, I… kinda… date,” He mumbled off, your heart sinking as you felt a fool, of course he wouldn’t have been interested in you. He played you like a fiddle before moving onto the next woman, whatever strange connection you felt towards him was just part of his womanising persona and you had fallen for it. 

“I should go,” You quickly turned on your heels, feeling like a raging idiot, making a hurried escape but the softness of his voice that called for you, stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face him, the slight ruggedness of his face with a mixture of suppleness, the warming smile that lifted the corners of his mouth, the hazel eyes that peeked with a treacle of honey, the features you found you self gazing at made it feel as if time had stopped. The distance between you feeling a mile apart, silence held between the still of the room as your eyes met. 

“Don’t go on your date,” You meekly whispered, the words falling before you could think about what you said.

“Bella…” His voice low, taking a bounding strike towards you.

“Mitsu…” Your feet moving before you could stop them, finding yourself running almost into his arms, each other's hands placed on the side of your faces as your lips met in a passionate frenzy. Lips working against each other, your bottom lip being sucked against his as heat within you rose, a knotted ball of worry unraveling in your stomach. 

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“Are you sure about this?” He breathlessly whispered between kisses against your lips, your hands quickly working at shedding his jacket, throwing it into the pit of his room. 

“God yes,” You responded, lips never parting afterwards, no rush, only sweet savouring kisses. Both of you remove articles of clothes in a slow, sensual manner until you both stand in only underwear in-front of each other. Hands running over crescent and dip, burning his touch into your brain as his lips found their way to your neck. Even if you only shared this moment, you wanted it, you needed him. You wanted to experience the epitome of pleasure with him, the desire to be with someone you found yourself unable to shake from your mind, the only thing being on your mind for the past weeks was him, and here he stood, wanting you just as much back. 

Running a hand down his chest, it wasn’t heavily toned but he was in great shape for his age, your fingers fluttering on the edge of his boxers, the press of his hard arousal against your thigh.  Dipping a hand below, wrapping your fingers around his heated length as his voice hitched, revealing to you the length thickness of him. Cascading kisses of soft lips against your neck fell to your collarbones, the warmth of his hands around your back as he tried to remove your bra, your hand working over his length.

“The front,” You moan, using your free hand to cover bring his hands to rest over your breasts, the clasp lying between the valley of your breasts. His wet tongue dives down to lick against your breast, sucking over your hardening nipple before moving to the other, the material of your bra lost amongst the pile of clothes that lay at your feet. The flat of his tongue ran against your sensitive nipples, flickering until they peddled with soft moans falling from your mouth, the hand between you beginning to pump his faster. Your underwear was peeled slowly from your body, hitting the floor with a light flood, wetness and arousal pooling between your thighs. With a struggled groan, a wrist wraps around your stilling your jerking movements as his breath becomes ragged.

“I want to indulge in you princess,” His soft words matched his tone of voice, eyes half-lidded with pure lust as he held your waist and guided you backwards to the bed. Feeling your knees hit the end of it, toppling backwards with a light fall, Mitsu dropping to his knees and spreading your thighs apart, “I’ve wanted to taste you since the minute I saw you,”. The pink flesh of his tongue ran alongside his bottom lip, eyes burning at your glistening as he pressed kisses up your thighs, leaving a blossoming mark where your thighs met your lower half. His breath was hot against your burning core, the suspense for him to touch encouraged by pleads and begs trickling from your mouth. The sensation of his flat tongue  in a sweeping movement against your damp folds in enough to make fireworks explode, each flicker of his tongue making you cry out for me. Hips raise to push yourself against him as he begins to devour you with his mouth, your hands push off his fedora and get tangled in his soft locks. The silent cries fall from your mouth, head thrown back against the mattress, back rising as his tongue brought you to a higher pleasure. The words ‘so sweet’ murmured against your flesh, the vibrations sending heavy tingles inside you. Thighs trembling around his head, fingers twisted in his hair and the soft cry of ‘Mitsu… I need you’ as he pressed a final kiss to your clit before pulling away.

Climbing above you and reaching into the bedside draw, pulling out a foil wrapper as he positioned himself above you. Holding his shoulders you pushed him back, rolling him onto his back as you straddled him, taking the foil and ripping it open with your teeth. Leaning down you spread the condom over his thickness, raising yourself before lowering onto his head. A strangled groan came from his throat, hands pressing into the side of your behind to help guide you down, a crying moan as you felt him stretch your walls until he was fully hilted inside. Everything about it felt right, like a perfect fit. Resting your hands on his chest you began to rock back and forth, falling into a steady rhythm as each time he hit the perfect spot inside you that made the pit of your stomach ignite with flame. The smoothness of his hands caressed your waist and behind, mesmerised as he watched your face throw back in pleasure, the gentle pace letting you be in-control as you brought yourself close. 

“Mitsu,” You repeated like a manta, gasping breaths as your mind began to haze over, your muscles began to tighten as you felt the rapid heat began to spread across your body. 

“That’s it princess,” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet your rocking movements, a heavy groan as your muscles spasmed around him. Fingertips leaving crescent moons markings on his chest, the tightness in your stomach snapping as you pulsed over him, the warmth flooding your body. Riding yourself down, stilling for a moment as you shut your eyes with a few light breaths, letting the wave of your orgasm die down before moving once more. Sensing your slight exhortation, he wrapped his hands under your knees and began to push you back until you felt your back hit the soft mattress below, still buried inside you. He held your trembling legs over his shoulder, leaning down to press hot kisses against you as he began to thrust into you. It didn’t take long for him to bring you close once more, your second release triggering his own, hands firmly on your waist as he held you tight against him, throbbing and releasing into the rubber inside you. Your name on his lips.

Pulling out, he threw it in the bin before pulling you close to him and letting you rest against his chest as you both regained your breath. Holding you tight to him, something Mitsunari never did. 

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The rising and lowering of a chest against your cheek woke you, slightly dazed as you awoke, finding yourself still in the arms of Mitsu who was peacefully sleeping under you. You felt the smile tug at your lips, resting your chin on his chest and admiring the sight in-front of you.

“You okay princess?” He chuckled with a light yawn, hazel eyes meeting yours as they opened from beneath his thick lashes.

“Very,” You laugh back, your smile brings a smile to his face as he brings a hand up to run against your cheek, you nuzzling straight against it like a kitten. You embellish in the silence for a few moments, an intimate moment shared between the two of you before it finally broke by a phone buzzing on the floor. 

“Shit,” Mitsu groaned, bolting up to retrieve his phone before swiping it off. Both of you had forgotten he was getting ready to go on a date, the shared look between you as you gave him a soft smile. 

“It’s fine… I’ll- I’ll go,” You meekly whispered, pulling yourself away from him and off the bed but you don’t make it that, the faintest words of, ‘don’t go’ were repeated back to you from earlier. You were pulled back down, his strong arms wrapping around you as he held you to him. 

“Our evening together has been so unforgettable to me… I don’t want it to end,” The whisper of his voice into the shell of your ear, tremors pulsing over your heart. 

“Mitsu-”.

“Please, stay,” It was a plea, leaning over you and sharing an almost loving gaze. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, pulling him down slowly, a kiss shared between you full of promises and hope. Neither of you wanted to be the first to pull back until you had to for air. 

Stars Aligned:

“Mitsu stop it!” Her squealing giggle filled the penthouse as he wrapped a strong pair of arms around her from behind, hoisting up as he spun around. The smile on her face was one Mitsu would cherish forever, it was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep. It was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, the smile on his lovers face as she slept peacefully against his chest, her blonde hair draping behind her shoulders. He would sit for hours watching her sleep so blissfully, stirring slightly as she nuzzled into the planes of his chest, whispering sweet good mornings as he stroked her hair. Everything about her was perfect, feeling the stars aligning each time he looked at her. He thanked them everyday for bringing her into his life, his own piece of tranquil heaven held in his arms. 

“Sorry princess, no can do,” He chuckled, holding her tight still as he set her down. A vast array of vomiting noises came from the others in the room. 

“Can you please stop it’s revolting to watch,” Soryu groaned, turning his head away, Takuto groaning with agreement. Even since the pair of you became a couple, the bidders and black foxes became even tighter. 

“Your luckily they don’t live with you, it’s revolting to hear,” Mamoru mumbled lying on the sofa, newspaper sprawled across his face to block out the sun. 

“We’re not that bad!” Mitsu chuckled, although the blush across his and her cheeks said otherwise, “Anyway you filthy perverts probably enjoy listening,”.

“Mitsu!” She hissed, jabbing her elbow back to playfully nudge him ribs, a sign to shut up. The couple had been together for a good few months after their first physical encounter together, ravishing each other physically and emotionally, the ways of Baba’s past forgotten about. All he wanted in life was her; he lived to make her happy, never straying or turning an eye, he devoted himself to her as she did him.

Everything had fallen into place within the universe to Mitsu. The stolen paintings were recovered, the bidders and black foxes joining fully in forces, the woman he cherished held tight by his side every minute of the day.

“Come on princess,” He picked her up once more, carrying her bridal style outside to the balcony for some alone time. He propped her up against the railing, where they almost shared a kiss at Eisukes event, wrapping his arms around her behind. He held her for a moment, inhaling her heavenly scent of strawberries and vanilla, his head buried against her hair. There was no words to describe how content Mitsu felt, well maybe three words. His heart raced as he held her close, the smile plastered from ear to ear, a warm fuzz spreading across his body as he realised how he felt. A feeling he never expected to experience again in his time but somehow the universe smiled down on him and granted the best gift of all, her. 

“I love you,” The words spoken in an above whisper, without fearing the consequence, the only words he could form. She relaxed against him, turning her head to face him, slight tears in her eyes.

“I love you too,”.

Both leaning in to their embrace, lips pressing together to share a tender kiss over their exchange of words. Mitsu held close his most valuable, stolen treasure in his arms.