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[sophiie2000]

She Should Be With Me ~ Soryu

Hey Guys!😊

Back with the 3rd story as part of this set, and this time it's Soryu!🥰

As always, I have included the link to the prologue below!⬇️⬇️

So far I have previously posted Eisuke's and Mamoru's stories! 💕

So this is...

Soryu x MC

A story of jealousy and fluff 😊

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

~3857 words

It was as though time had stopped. Being a mobster meant Soryu had faced his fair share of danger. He had stared down the barrel of a gun, numerous times, and had participated in many shoot outs. The man had walked the fine line between life and death too many times to count. Yet the words that had just left MC’s lips left him frozen. Time stood still.

He was relieved that no one seemed to notice how his pulse had spiked. He could hear the drumming of his heart in his ears, blocking out any other surrounding sounds. His eyes focused intently on the only woman who had ever held his heart captive. 

Soryu had always hated women. Their weakness, the smell of their perfume, the sound of their voices. He hated it all. Yet meeting MC had softened the cold mobster’s heart. Finally allowing himself to open up to a woman. Finding the only woman who did not irritate the man.

He never expected to fall in love with MC when they met a few years ago. But how could he not? After all, she was different to the others. A fact Soryu learned when they chose MC to help him out. 

It all started when Soryu told Eisuke of the dilemma he and the Ice Dragons were facing. Another mob boss was sending his daughter over to meet with the Ice Dragons in the hopes of forming an alliance. During that time, Soryu was tasked with ensuring her safety while discussions took place. 

As such he needed another female. One who could keep the daughter company during the day, and when needed attend meetings in her stead, allowing Soryu to prevent any potential harm coming to the mob boss’s daughter. 

After showing Eisuke a photo of the guest, Eisuke immediately suggested one of the newer maids he had hired. She looked similar and had shown a feistier and braver side compared to most women he had met. Perfect for this job.

When Soryu met MC, she had been confused as to why he would want her, a complete stranger, to assist him. Nonetheless, she readily agreed to support him. Even when Soryu attempted to intimidate her in a way the other mob members would, she did not flinch. She held his look, returning one of her own. She really was different, he thought.

In the month she assisted him, MC kept the visiting daughter company during the day, and attended meetings at night. Due to their close proximity during this month Soryu and MC had come to learn much about each other. They soon found a mutual love for detective novels, discussing new and old releases frequently. MC even tried recommending some of the movies to Soryu, often dragging him to see new releases with her. 

What surprised Soryu was how, rather than being annoyed with MC’s presence and insistence, he cherished those moments together. He looked forward to the next. He soon came to crave their time together. 

So much so, when it came time for him to no longer need MC’s assistance, he still kept her around. Discussing detective novels became their daily conversation when they bumped into each other around the hotel. They would meet up regularly for coffee or to go see the new releases of these movies.

Soon Soryu introduced her properly to the other bidder’s, although this was punishment due to him losing a game of poker to Eisuke. It didn’t take long for the other guys to love spending time with MC just as much as he did.

However, just as Soryu realised he had fallen in love with MC and was prepared to tell her, he learned the devastating fact that she had a boyfriend. And he settled himself to endure the pain of an unrequited love.

As the years had gone by, Soryu had fallen more deeply in love with MC. He still cherished his moments with her discussing and swapping novels. Seeing films. He really had settled to love her from afar. 

Yet sometimes, just sometimes, he saw something in the looks she gave him. The smiles she shared. That something, giving him hope that maybe, just maybe, she may also have a part of her that she longed to share with him. But these looks were always gone as quickly as they appeared. Soryu was always left wondering, had he imagined those looks? 

As Soryu watched the others questioning MC over her decision to move in with her boyfriend, he heard as the final bombshell was dropped. 

“So,while I really am grateful for the promotion Eisuke, I, uh, I may have to start looking for a new job… the apartment Mason chose for us… it is quite far away and while I can travel in at the moment, it would be best for me if I were to work closer to our home…” MC spoke, the sadness evident in her voice.

“Do you want to leave?” Eisuke asked, looking at MC in shock.

“It’s not that I want to, but it would be closer to home” She responded, the pain of these words, crystal clear in her glossy eyes. 

“Then don’t” Soryu couldn’t help but interrupt. Everyone turned their eyes to him, and he finally realised what he had done. “Look… he chose the place, and now you’re going to have to leave a job you love and your friends? I don’t think you should go…” 

Following that last remark, Soryu left the penthouse behind, everyone’s eyes following him. His departure and the other bidder’s distraction, meant no one noticed as MC held a hand to her chest as her eyes followed Soryu affectionately. Her heart rate increasing at his sudden declaration. 

**

A couple of weeks had passed since MC had informed everyone that she would be seeking a new job. Everyone had been tiptoeing around the matter. No one wanting to discuss her impending departure. Particularly when Soryu was around. And he was more than aware of their conscious efforts to avoid discussing the topic of MC leaving when he was present. 

The penthouse lounge would go quiet when he entered the room anytime MC was being discussed. Soryu felt the tense, sympathetic looks the others gave him. He didn’t want or need their sympathy. He just wanted them to treat him normally. And he wanted MC to stay. 

He had thought, as long as she was close by, he could watch her from a distance. Sharing in their daily conversations… that would be enough for him. If she were to leave, he would lose even that small comfort. It was a comfort he was desperate to keep. 

Today was like any other day for Soryu. He and MC had arranged to meet for a coffee to discuss the latest detective stories they had been reading, and have a general catch up. 

Soryu sat at their usual table. The book he had been reading sat closed atop the table. The story had been about the disappearance of a teenage girl, whose body was later discovered in a woodland in the countryside. Two detectives were tasked were finding the culprit. Before the end of the book, two more teenage girls went missing and were later discovered, one by a canal and the other beside the motorway. Soryu had enjoyed the story, and was looking forward to discussing the book with MC, since she had been the one to recommend the book to him. 

The bell on the café door chimed, and MC walked in. The moment she spotted Soryu her face lit up with a smile as bright as the morning sunrise. Soryu’s features softened in return. His heart beating at a slightly faster pace at her arrival. 

“Soryu! I hope you weren’t waiting too long!” MC stated, apologetic for arriving after Soryu.

He shook his head, pulling her chair out for her. Truthfully, he had been their long enough to enjoy two coffee’s already, excited to see her. But he wouldn’t be telling her that.

A waitress brought over two coffee’s as if she had been waiting for the moment MC arrived to do so, leaving the pair to settle into a friendly discussion. It didn’t take long for them to be so enthralled in their discussion that the minutes turned to an hour, and one coffee had become two then three. 

As MC finished her coffee, she smiled at Soryu.

“What?” Soryu asked, a nervous blush staining his cheeks. 

“Nothing, it’s just nice… being able to talk with you like this… I’ll… I’ll miss it” MC whispered the words, pain once again showing itself on her features. 

“Miss it?” Soryu asked, genuinely bewildered by her statement.

“You know… when I’m gone” tears had begun to fill MC’s eyes, she seemed to curl in on herself. The brightness she usually displayed had dimmed slightly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous MC” Soryu snapped, surprising both himself and MC.

She stared at him in shock. In the years MC and Soryu had known one another, since becoming friends, he had never lost his temper or raised his voice at her. Not once. Yet here he was, his emotions high, getting angry. 

“I’m not being ridiculous Soryu! Once I have a new job, I won’t be at the hotel anymore. If I’m not there anymore, then I won’t see you guys anymore!” MC replied, equally frustrated. 

“THEN DON’T LEAVE!” Soryu shouted, his eyes filled with anguish, yet he couldn’t control how he seemed to burn with anger. 

His heart hurt more, when he saw the tears become too heavy for MC to prevent them from falling. Words failed him when she dumped some money on the table, grabbed her bag and ran from the café. He could only stare vacantly at the chair she had been sat in only moments earlier. 

Why had he raised his voice? If that was the last outing they were to share… why did he have to raise his voice. Why did he have to make her cry?

Soryu clenched his hands into tight fists. His nails dug into his palms, leaving deep indentations in the skin. Yet the pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

** 

A couple more weeks had passed, and Soryu hadn’t seen or spoken to MC since she fled the coffee shop. She wasn’t answering his calls, responding to his messages, and he hadn’t seen her around the hotel. He was beginning to feel uneasy without her presence. Was she ok? 

As he entered the penthouse lounge he noticed the others surrounding Eisuke, a sheet of paper sitting on the table in front of them. The upset on their faces told Soryu that whatever it was, they didn’t like it. 

“What’s that?” Soryu asked, approaching the group. 

“MC resigned. With immediate effect.” Eisuke replied, eyes fixed on the letter in front of him. 

“What? Didn’t you stop her?” Soryu asked, his heart rate spiking. 

“I would have if I had spoken with her! She left the letter here. She didn’t even say goodbye.” Eisuke responded, the frustration in his voice clear. 

Soryu finally looked at the letter. The words on the page were in MC’s neatest writing. Her signature at the end.

‘Dear Mr Ichinomiya, 

Firstly, I would like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to work for a hotel with such a high esteem as the Tres Spades. 

In the years I have been here, I have grown as an individual vastly, learned valuable skills, and made numerous friends. 

When you offered me the promotion recently, I was overjoyed. I loved working here at the hotel, and to be noticed for my skills was a privilege and compliment I do not take lately.  

It is with a heavy heart, that due to travel issues, I hand in my letter of resignation. Resigning with immediate effect. 

Kindest Regards, 

MC

P.S… I’m sorry I could not say goodbye to you all. Situations at home have meant I needed to leave sooner than I had expected. Seeing you all would have made leaving that much harder, and I couldn’t have you refusing my resignation. You guys have been my closest friends for the last few years, and I will always be grateful to you all. Goodbye, MC x’

The letter was short and sweet. But what struck Soryu was her mentioning situations at home. Were her and Mason having problems? 

“Eisuke… are you really going to let her leave that easily?” Soryu grunted, hoping his friend would be the one to do something so he could keep his own personal feelings guarded longer. 

“No.”

“EISUKE!” Soryu shouted, his frustration at MC leaving once again bubbling over. 

“Soryu, she made a decision. As her friend I have to respect it. But as your friend I will do you one curtesy” Eisuke replied, his signature smirk on his face.

“What?” 

“3 weeks. Find her in 3 weeks, be honest with her, and if she comes back we will treat it as though she was on holiday. If in 3 weeks she isn’t back, I will formally process and accept her resignation”

3 weeks. That’s all he needed. He nodded his thanks to Eisuke, and dialled Inui’s number as he walked out from the penthouse. 

“Hey Inui, I need people looking for MC. Find where she is, and tell me. ASAP. We only have 3 weeks.”

Hope filled Soryu. No matter what she says, at the end of these 3 weeks… he will finally have told MC he loves her. His feelings would no longer be shackled away.

**

“Boss, she’s working in a coffee shop called La Casetta del Caffè” 

The words stopped Soryu where he was. 2 weeks. 2 weeks they had been searching for MC and now they had finally found her. 

Soryu was determined he would waste no more time. He picked up a bouquet of roses and raced to the coffee shops where MC was working. 

As he entered the coffee shop, he saw her. He felt his heart fill with anticipation. It had been a month since he heard her voice. A month since she had run out of that coffee shop.

Running a hand through his tousled hair, he smoothed his jacket down, approaching the counter. 

“Welcome to La Casetta del Caffè, what can I get you?” MC said smiling, but when she finally looked up, her smile fell. The sight of Soryu, someone who should not be there, surprised her.

“Hey MC” Soryu said, showing her a small smile, a blush stained his cheeks. 

She was a beautiful as he remembered. It sounded ridiculous. Of course, she was, it had only been a month. But that month had felt like eternity to him. His heart broke more each day they were apart. Yet seeing her now, he felt whole again. 

“W-what are you doing here?” MC asked, she was surprised but she could hide the happiness seeing Soryu brought her. 

“I need to talk to you; what time does your break start?” Soryu asked, when a kind looking older gentleman responded.

“MC, you can go on your break now if you like” He smiled and looked toward Soryu, “I hope you treat her a bit better than that other one!” the man huffed and went back to serving customers. 

Soryu looked to MC confused. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside with a coffee in 5 minutes ok?” Soryu nodded in reply, heading outside, as MC began preparing two coffees.

MC brought the two coffees outside and sat opposite Soryu at the table. Sitting outside offered them some privacy, away from the prying eyes of the customers and owner. 

“So… what are you doing here?” MC asked.

“First… these are for you.” Soryu said, handing MC the roses he had bought before arriving. Surprised, MC accepted the bouquet, smelling the flowers.

“They’re beautiful… thank you” MC smiled. 

“And I really do need to talk to you…”

“Ok, sure…” MC replied nervously. 

“Please, don’t say anything until I’ve finished. I’ve wanted to say a lot of this for a long time.” MC nodded and Soryu continued, “Firstly, I’m sorry for shouting at you when we went out before. I was hurting knowing you were leaving, that didn’t give me a right to shout at you, but I need you to know, it was from a place of pain about losing you that cause my outburst.” 

Soryu sighed, looking up before continuing.

“And secondly. When I said I didn’t want you to leave, I meant it. But I didn’t mean it in the way the others were meaning it. I wasn’t going to miss you because you were my friend. I was going to miss you, and didn’t want you to leave, because… because I love you. MC I’ve been in love with you for almost as long as I have known you. I’m utterly crazy about you, and I thought just having you near was enough, that I would never need to tell you how I feel, but then you left and I realised I messed up never telling you.”

“Soryu…”

“Look, MC… Eisuke gave me 3 weeks. 3 weeks to tell you how I feel. 3 weeks to try convince you to come back. If you come back by Friday next week… they’ll ignore your resignation letter. You can come back like you never left. But if you don’t… if you don’t return by Friday, he will formally process your resignation.” 

When he finished Soryu stood. He smiled at MC, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

“I’ll be in the hotel all day Friday… I… I hope you come back MC” 

Following his remark, he began walking, before turning towards the café door where the owner quietly stood. 

“Sir, I don’t know what incident you were referring to, but I assure you, if she chose to come to me, I would treat her with the utmost respect and care. That, I promise you.” Smiling once at MC, Soryu walked away and headed back for the Tres Spades.

If he had turned to look, he may have noticed as the tears fell from MC’s eyes, the kind smile she showed him as he walked away, and the hand she held to her chest. 

**

A week had passed. It was now Friday. MC had not visited once, nor had she contacted any of them. Yet Soryu held onto that glimmer of hope that she would come.

Soryu sat in the penthouse lounge waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Seconds turned to minutes. The minutes turned to hours. Still MC had not arrived. It was getting later, and the others who had sat with him at various points during the day had returned to their own rooms. 

8pm… she isn’t coming, is she… Soryu thought. Rising to his feet, he headed towards his own suite. Disappointment and hurt filled his heart. He really believed she would come back. He really believed, she should be with him. 

When he arrived back in his suite, he poured himself a large brandy. He wasn’t normally one to drown his sorrows, but today, he wanted to drink until he forgot why he was hurting. 

He sat on his sofa, head in his hands. The pain all he could think about. Until…

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

A knocking on his door grabbed his attention. Who on earth would be knocking on his suite door now? If it was Baba or Ota, he swore to God he would pull his gun out so quickly. Yet the sight that greeted him made his eyes bulge and mouth drop open.

“Sorry I’m so late, it took a while to pack and then I needed to meet with Eisuke!” MC stood before him, a small suite case in her hands.

“MC!” Soryu exclaimed, pulling her into a tight crushing embrace. “You… you came back”

“I choose happiness” MC whispered, returning Soryu’s embrace. “And… you never let me respond to what you told me last week.”

Soryu pulled back slightly. He looked around the corridor to make sure the others weren’t spying on them, before dragging MC into his room. 

They sat together on the sofa. Soryu kept his arms around MC as they snuggled close. 

“So… first tell me what that man meant when he said he hoped I would treat you better?”

“Ah… that. Mason wanted me to quit the hotel. He argued about it, a lot. When I finally quit, and found the job at the café he came in on my second shift and screamed at me in front of the customers and owner about how I wasn’t working in a proper job and so we had less money coming in. I was mortified and the owner stepped in. He had moved me away from my job and friends and still had the audacity to moan about me not having as much money coming in. That was the end of things, it was the final straw.”

“That explains that one…” Soryu replied, he felt his own anger at the way MC’s ex had felt he could treat her. “So… you’re back?”

“Yep, Eisuke was happy to see me when I walked through the door. He wasted no time getting me to make him a coffee” MC giggled. 

“I’m glad you’re back where you belong, MC” Soryu smiled, stroking soft MC’s hair.

“Thank you Soryu… and I need to tell you something” 

Soryu nodded looking at the back of MC’s head as she sat leaning back against his chest. 

“The truth is… I’ve had these strange feelings about you for a very, very, long time but it wasn’t until I left and you came to the café and told me how you felt that I truly understood what these feelings were. The truth is, Soryu… I’m in love with you, too. You make my heart race, I enjoy our conversations about things we both like. But most importantly, I enjoy being with you.”

“MC…”

“I love you, Soryu…”

“I love you, too!” Soryu exclaimed, crushing MC to his chest. 

Overcome with emotion, Soryu lifted MC into his arms turning her to face him. His hands took her cheeks between them, and guided her lips to his. Their first kiss was soft, and gentle.

But it took no time, before they were overcome with passion, and their kiss deepened. The emotions he had been holding back all these years, Soryu finally placed in those kisses. That tame first kiss, soon became deep, intense kisses. If they were to signify anything, it was that a long, steamy night was ahead.

**

When Soryu woke the following morning, he smiled. In his arms he held the still sleeping MC. Relief flooded him. It hadn’t been a dream. She really had returned to them. To him. The woman he had adored from afar for the last few years, was finally his. 

The cold mobster had found the one woman who could bring out his soft side. And now he had her, he was certain, he would never be letting her go.

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[yuunemi]

Miss Me, Miss Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me

FEATURING : L365 Men (EITM, MLFK, SITS, KBTBB, SCM, KOP, BUM, MFW, LLFTX) + CoD Men

GENRE : CRACK FLUFF

C/W : FEM!MC AND MENTION OF THE WORD K!LL

LIBRARIAN'S NOTE/S : an entry for the Voltage Fandom Content Creation Challenge hosted by @voltagefandomproject. I sincerely apologize for posting very late. this is written in 2nd pov and I apologize in advance for grammatical errors and if some characterizations are off since all insights are based on ms1 stories, snippets, and other fanfics/thoughts from others. if other LIs are not here then that means I am too uncertain about their personality. other than that, enjoyy~~

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

SCENARIO

Wherein MC impulsively sings “Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki—” once he returned home after a long trip but you stop yourself from finishing it upon realizing what the next words were. Your face flushed red from the embarrassment. (This can also apply if you just start singing it out in the blue).

HIS REACTION!

1. He will tease you and say "Now I gotta what?" He knows full well what the next words are, and he will not stop teasing you about it, not until you say the next words

Miyabi, KYOGA, Ayato Hidaka, Ichiya Misono, KYOHEI RIKUDOH, Nagito Aoshima, Eisuke Ichinomiya, Ota Kisaki, MITSUNARI BABA, Leon, Teorus, ICHYTHYS, Tauxolouve, Yosuke Sagara, SHUN RANDOH, Yuma Akagi, TAKAMASA SAEKI, FENN LUXURE, Roy Invidia, and Jasper Lane

No doubt that they would tease you to death, you missed him and he knows it

It is an ego boost for them

I put Leon in both 1 and 2 knowing that he would possibly do it in that order, like you say it > he kisses you > he says number 2

Saeki might even go "Awww, my honey missed meee~~"

I personally think that Fenn would be the biggest tease among everyone. He finds it so amusing that he'll laugh and he won't even try to hide it.

Roy and Jasper will feign cluelessness while teasing you into saying it

2. Much like number one but instead of waiting for you to say it, he will just kiss you and then say "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask" bro will be smirking at you

Shinra, HIROKI ENIWA, IORI ENJO, Kota Igarashi, EISUKE ICHINOMIYA, Mamoru Kishi, Leon, Scorpio, PARTHENO, Kiyohito Shirakami, Yamato Kougami, and GUY AVARI

I put Eisuke in both numbers knowing that it is possible because I feel like he would do 1 and 2 in that order

Shinra, Kota, and Kiyohito might even blush about it, especially Shinra who would act cocky about it all the while he is blushing

You know Hiroki's princely-like pose where he raises his head with a subtle smirk, that's what he would look like while saying it

Okay, Kota is not the type to smirk but like do his expression where he puts his hand over his face and blush

3. He knows what the next words are, he is amused. He found it cute and kissed you

Chikage, SAMON, MAKOTO MORIMACHI, Ryo Chibana, Soryu Oh, HUEDHAUT, Dui, KARNO, Zyglavis, Taki Kozaki, Takao Maruyama, Kenshi Inagaki, Toa Qelsum, TINO VALENTINE, and Lou

Samon, Makoto, and Karno would probably even pat your head after giving you the kiss

You know the soft doting look that Makoto has, yes that's what he would look like

Tino might even blush about it and I think that he probably chose to stay quiet so as to not embarrass you any further because he is considerate like that

Huedhaut and Lou would definitely chuckle at your behavior

4. "Yeah? Now I gotta what?" He is genuinely clueless, so you gotta tell him and finish the sentence if you really want that kiss

Chikage, Yukinojo, Takamune Kitami, RIKU MORIMACHI, Takashi Ninagawa, Soryu Oh, Rhion Hatter, AIGONORUS, Yonghua, REN SHIBASAKI, LYNT AKEDIA, Toa Qelsum, and Grayson Hotz

Chikage, Soryu, and Toa are literally so similar because of how cool and distant they are. Moreover, knowing these three, I feel like they are in between 3 and 4 because those three are also like so smart, no shot, they are unaware, but they're quite dense sometimes so-

Riku, Aigonorus, and Lynt are quite the airheads so you literally have to spell it out to them, but I wouldn't put it past Riku to feign cluelessness just to tease you

In the case, that Soryu is in a good and he knows what the next words are but you aren't saying them then he will probably say, "You might wanna say it unless you want me to misunderstand and think I want to kill you." but we all know that he wouldn't do that because he even refuses to point a gun at a woman. He is respectful and principled like that

Nah cause even though half of these men are smart-asses, you sometimes just have to spell it out because of how absorbed they can get from their passions; like Takamune with soccer, Takashi with music, etc.

5. Another one who is genuinely clueless but will still kiss you nonetheless because they missed you too

Yukinojo, Rhion Hatter, KRIOFF, and RIO VOLERI

Okay, so I put Yukinojo here as well cause I really feel like he might be clueless but whether he'd push you to say it or not is something I'm not sure cause he does not seem to be the forceful type either and would be the type to think/reason "If you wanted to tell me, you would, but if you didn't then you must have your reasons".

For Rhion, same reason as Yukinojo, but I think he also leans more toward the curious type. Depending on the topic, he might press for answers, but he doesn't seem that pushy either.

Krioff is a gentleman, and I don't think he would push you to say it either unless he senses something amiss or bad about it.

Rio would definitely let out a hearty laugh since he sees you lightly blushing. He'll say, "Hahaha! Whatever that is, you're right, I missed you." or somewhere along those lines before kissing you.

6. "Ha? You're only saying that because you're the one who misses me." He missed you but won't admit it

RIN YAKUMO, TAKUTO HIRUKAWA, AND KNIGHT

Okay, hear me out, I put this specifically for them because of how Tsundere they can get. (Again, this is all according to what I've observed from them, and I haven't read Knight's route yet, but he literally gives me Tsun-Tsun vibes).

There is no way that those two are not blushing while or after saying that

Mention that he is blushing, and he will blush twice as much

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

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[honoosenshi]

@yukikorogashi — munday asks !! what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon? what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

oh boy ... i have a lot of feelings about rei's canon. for one, i will forever hate how the original 90s anime butchered her character by turning her into a boy-crazy, hot-tempered brat. in fact, i actually disliked rei immensely, especially because the old english dub took liberties with the script & made her an outright bully who took pleasure in verbally abusing people ( she reminded me too much of asuka langely soryu ). of course, once i gained access to the sub version, i liked her a bit more because i got to see her soft side, plus a more accurate script ( she's not NEARLY as harsh ) but still. i much prefer her manga characterization; the seemingly aloof, proud girl who has a passionate side with a very, very contained temper is sooo... wonderful. her terrible experiences with men & how that stems from her father's neglect is in stark contrast to how the 90s anime portrayed things.

with that in mind, i ADORE angst threads. i breathe angst & fluff. if someone could give me both, i'd be unbelievably happy.

#yukikorogashi #THANK YOUUU SWEETIE

[otomefoxystar]

I have an amazing idea could you write it please? Okay so in this kbtbb fic idea Mc (us) dies and they get a chance to redo that day on one condition which is giving up all their riches it can be Eisuke or honestly any of them that’s rich like oda soryu etc

Oh Goodness I went off the deep end on this one! It went way longer than I intended. Anyways I hope you like it

[the-voltage-diaries]

“This way is more efficient.” “This way is going to get us killed.” - Soryu Oh

For @joaxotome​ 

THIS WAS THE CANON I WAS INITIALLY WORKING ON LOL

“Do you need water? Ice? Blanket?” I ask, walking over to the other side of the  bed, “Should I turn down the AC?”

“... Soryu, darling,” Joanne mutters, looking up at me through her half-lidded eyes, “Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Should I get her admitted to a hospital? I think I should also have them get her on an IV drip.

“Sor, are you listening?”

What if she loses consciousness?! I need to work fast. Think Soryu, think.

“Babe?”

“You know what,” I pick up my phone, not registering what she said, “I’m going to call Luke over. We’ll get you to the hospital.”

“AH!” She shrieks, immediately stopping me dead in my tracks... before the panic sets in.

“Good lord, are you okay?!” I rush over to where she is, lying on the bed, “What happened?”

“Now that I have your attention,” she sniffs, her nose turning an apple red, “Stop worrying so much. It’s just a cold.”

“And a fever.”

“And a fever, yes,” she rolls her eyes and coughs out a laugh, “It’s not the end of the world, baby.”

Sure feels like it to me.

“I just need some sleep and I’ll be okay in no time,” she grabs my hand, covering it with her own.

I sigh in defeat, met with her gorgeous brown orbs which are usually an amalgamation of sheer joy, too much excitement and multiple emotions at the same time. Now, they just look exhausted.

Trying to convince myself that she will be okay in no time, I nod, my fingers reaching up to stroke her hair. She gives me a tired smile and closes her eyes, her breaths gradually forming a slow rhythm as she falls into a deep slumber.

“Do you have any idea how much you worry me, woman?” I mutter, caressing her face, knowing full well she can’t hear me.

I stroke her hair one last time and give her hand a squeeze, letting her warmth linger for a bit, before getting up. I turn down the lights and pull the blanket up a little more over her to ensure she doesn’t get cold. 

Straightening my back, I turn around and walk towards the door, thinking about the things I could do to help her get better faster.

Hm... when I was under the weather the last time, she made me some porridge. Maybe I should make some for her too.

Deciding on my task for the day, I close the door to our room behind me and look in the direction of the kitchen, starting to feel a little nervous.

Oh well, how hard could it possibly be?

Very hard, I learn soon enough.

“Oh, fuck!” I hiss, pulling my hand back. I bring my now red index finger to my lips, trying to cool it down while my feet carry me towards the sink. “Damn it,” I mutter, putting my finger under cold running water.

A porridge is supposed to be an easy dish to cook. Or so the internet says, anyway.

Shaking my head in defeat, I rub my finger to ease the pain...

...very conveniently forgetting that the flame on which the porridge was cooking was still on.

Uh, what’s that weird smell? Is something burning?

I sniff the air around me, trying to find out the source of the strange smell. After a few moments, I shrug, not being able to come up with a reasonable cause for it and turn around to try my hand at cooking again.

Oh no.

There is the source I was looking for, right in front of me.

Oh hell no.

I snap out of my trance and rush to the stove, trying to get the pan off the flame. My attempts only make things worse when the pan accidentally slips from my grip and the rice fall over the open flame, immediately starting a fire.

Oh no no no no no no. Fucking shit!

I scramble around, trying to find a way to stop the fire before it spreads anywhere else.

“Oh, for the love of god,” I murmur, putting something that I assume is a pressure cooker under running water, filling it up. “Where in the world does the fire extinguisher go when I need it?!”

“... Soryu?”

... Shit.

I slowly look in the direction of the voice and find none other than my girlfriend, Joanne, peeking into the kitchen. Her eyes, though still a little red as a side effect of her constant sneezing earlier, are as wide as saucers.

“Joanne, go back to the bed, I’ll handle this.”

“The space under the stove!” She yells, ignoring my instruction.

“What?”

“The fire extinguisher! It’s in the empty space under the stove!” She repeats, pointing hurriedly in it’s direction. “QUICK!!”

At her persistence, I finally snap out of it and grab the extinguisher and get to work on figuring out its mechanisms.

Soon enough, the kitchen fire I created is put out and Joanne and I are standing in the kitchen, with her looking at me with accusatory eyes.

“Go back to the bed, Joanne,” I start, turning her around and giving her a little push towards the direction of our room, “I’ll cook you something.”

“Cook me something?!” She turns around, her eyes wide with exasperation. “Soryu, there’s no need for it. I’ll make myself something.”

“Love,” I call out, “This way is more efficient.”

“This way is going to get us killed.”

“But I-”

“Leave the cooking to me, Sor.”

“Let me, Joanne. I can whip something up,” I grab her by the shoulders, stopping her from going further into the kitchen. “I was making you porridge, it’s just that I accidentally forgot to turn off the flame.”

“Soryu, you were cooking the porridge in a pan.”

“The instructions said to cook it in a pan.”

“You were making it in a frying pan, for the love of god.”

“Uh...?” I trail off, confused. Was a normal pan supposed to be different from a frying pan?

“Never mind,” she mutters, turning back towards the stove, “I’ll whip us something.”

“You’re unwell. Let me do it, I promise I’ll not mess it up this time.”

“Sor,” she says, her fingers reaching up to hold my face, her thumb stroking my jaw. “I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

I sigh, knowing I will never win this argument. I raise my arms in defeat, but I still stick around while she cooks, just to be on the safe side.

Soon enough, she whips up something that smells delicious for not just herself but also me, and we enjoy a warm meal together.

I keep an eye on her throughout, never once letting her out of my sight for the fear of not being there in case her fever goes too high.

After we are done eating, I let her sit in the living room for a bit while I wash the dishes and clean up the mess I made, sighing at the utter disaster I ended up creating.

I should probably not step in here again anytime soon.

Once I am done, I walk back out to the living room only to find my girlfriend there, lying on the couch with her eyes closed. Cracking a smile at her adorable self, I walk over to her and bend down, wrapping her up in my arms.

I pick her up, and once I’m sure I have her in a secure grip, I start taking steps in the direction of our room. 

I open the door with one hand, careful not to wake her up, and lead us to the bed. Slowly putting her under the covers to make sure her sleep doesn’t break, I cover her with a blanket and stoop down, kissing her gently on the forehead.

Sleep well, love.

As soon as I turn around in order to let her sleep in peace, I feel her soft fingers grab on to mine, even if it’s just a light touch. “... stay...” she mumbles, half-asleep, and I can’t help but chuckle lightly at her adorable self.

“Of course,” I whisper, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in. I pull the covers over myself too, and move closer to her. 

I gently lift her head and place my arm under it, before setting it down on my arm. My other arm wraps itself around her waist securely and pulls her closer to me, and I let out a content sigh at the way her body fits perfectly with mine.

“Mm... you’re warm,” She murmurs, settling into me and becoming comfortable.

“I wish I could say the same about the porridge,” I whisper, chuckling when I hear her giggle.

#Soryu #Soryu oh #kbtbb soryu #kissed by the baddest bidder soryu #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #soryu oh fluff #kbtbb fluff #kissed by the baddest bidder fluff #otome #love365 #YO SORYU CANNOT COOK TO SAVE HIS ASS #sorry not sorry but #it is true #if you give him water in a pan and ask him to boil water #he will take the pan and kill himself with it #damn this boi needs hugs #he tried though #and that is what matters #or that is what SHOULD matter #but really a FRYING PAN?! #I mean wow #like buddy what is up with you #points for trying tho

[tomhollandhasnolips]

soryu: the memories we made are the actual treasure

mamoru: u literally almost killed me by accident

soryu: that wasn't an accident

#lmfao im at it again #soryu oh #eisuke ichinomiya #ota kisaki #mitsunari baba #mamoru kishi #soryu oh headcanon #soryu oh fluff #soryu oh imagine #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb eisuke #eisuke x mc #eisuke imagine #eisuke headcanon #kissed by the baddest bidder fluff #kissed by the baddest bidder headcanons #kissed by the baddest bidder #kissed by the baddest bidder drabbles #that's it im done

[empty-aesthetic-princess]

Over and Over Again (Soryu Fanfiction/Request)

rose-of-yonezawa said to empty-aesthetic-princess: Hello! I stumbled upon your blog and loved your piece on Mamo 😂 May I please request a prompt for Soryu with Numbers 12 and 88

Anonymous said to empty-aesthetic-princess: Hi I love your writing!! Can you do a fluff head cannon for Soryu. Whatever you want just need some happiness and Soryu is my favorite. Thanks :)

I’m gonna put these two together and hope it turns out okay! Not gonna lie, there’s some angst in the middle but it’s fluffy at the end, I swear! (:

Prompt selections taken from here:

12: "I'm pregnant." 88: "After everything...I'd still choose you."

I tapped my spatula on the side of the frying pan anxiously as I waited for Soryu's omelette to finish cooking. I had thought long and hard for three days about how to tell him I was expecting our first child but every time I planned to do it, something got in the way. Soryu and I had discussed having a family before we got married and I knew he'd be ecstatic about it. I just wanted to tell him in the perfect way and in the perfect moment but as the days quickly passed by, I knew the only thing that mattered was that I stop worrying about everything else and just tell him. 

I plated Soryu's omelette and set it down in front of him. I watched him enjoy his breakfast in silence for a moment as I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. 

"Soryu, I have something to tell you."

My husband raised his head and stared at me with intense gray eyes, his expression becoming more and more concerned with each second. 

"What's wrong?", he asked and I smiled slightly. 

"Why do you always assume something's wrong?", I asked gently and he raised an eyebrow at me curiously. 

"Force of habit", he muttered, preparing to take another big bite of his omelette.

"I'm pregnant", I said quickly and time seemed to stop. Soryu's forkfull of fluffy eggs hung in mid-air as his eyes searched my face, perhaps to see if I was kidding or not. 

You...you're pregnant?", he asked in disbelief and I slowly nodded my head. In a flash, Soryu's fork clanged against the ceramic dish and his lips were crushed against mine. I giggled against the kiss, caught off-guard by his enthusiastic reaction. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twined my fingers in his un-gelled hair. 

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?", he asked once we pulled away from each other.

"Soryu, it's way too early for that! I just found out about it", I said, laughing. I could see his eyes calculating things way too far into the future and I knew he was starting to worry about anything and everything. I took his face in my hands, glancing at the beautiful wedding ring he placed on my finger two years ago. 

"We'll take everything one day at a time, okay?" My words brought a slight blush to his cheeks and he smiled softly at me. 

"You've made me the happiest man in the world, _____"

Soryu pressed his lips to mine again, his hands travelling down to my stomach to rest them there protectively. 

-----

"I'm not going to ask you again, bitch! You're gonna give me the information I want or you and that bastard inside you are going to die in this room!", the man screams at me as he slaps me across the face again, harder this time. Tears are welling in my eyes but I refuse to give into him, sitting up as straight as I can in the chair I'm handcuffed to. Thankfully, he hasn't aimed his frustration at my swollen belly yet. I don't think he has the heart to hurt my baby. Yet, at least. I silently send my thoughts to my precious little man. Don't worry, sweetheart. Your Daddy will be here soon. He won't let anything happen to you. 

Another hand slap rains down on my face and a sharp yelp escapes my lips. The man grins down in sadistic satisfaction as he finally breaks the silent treatment I was giving him. I try to remain focused on happier things: my wedding day, that morning nine months ago when I told Soryu I was carrying our child, but those memories are pushed further and further away with every loud, resounding slap that echoes in the darkened room. 

The man raises his hand to hit me again and I close my eyes to try to brace myself for it, but the sound of the door being kicked down makes them fly open again. 

"Touch my woman again and I'll make you wish you were never born", Soryu's menacing voice comes from the doorway. My shoulders slump in relief and I smile at the irony: the sound of Soryu threatening someone's life is all I need to hear to make me feel safe from harm. 

The Ice Dragons file into the room and tackle my kidnapper to the ground as Soryu makes quick work of my handcuffs to release me. I fall forward into his arms and he pulls me tight to his chest, his heartbeat pounding against my ear. 

"Are you okay, baby?", he murmurs and strokes my hair soothingly.

"Yes, Soryu. We're both okay", I say and pull back to look at him. His eyes darken as he looks at my face, his fingertips grazing over where the man hit me. The skin around my right eye and cheek are tender, and I know there's probably going to be a bruise there. I flinch slightly at the contact and he curses sharply under his breath. 

"I'm so sorry, _____", he whispers to me. I'm about to tell him he has nothing to apologize for, when a strange sensation pulls deep inside my abdomen. The adrenaline I felt earlier was now gone, and it must've have brought on my labor unexpectedly. I look up at Soryu with wide eyes and let out a sharp breath.

"I think my water just broke", I murmur to my husband, who looks down at my stomach with a frantic look on his face. 

"Samejima! Bring the car around!" he yells behind him and he carefully helps me up from the chair. 

-----

Ten hours of labor later, Soryu is holding a beautiful baby boy tightly in his arms as I lovingly look up at them from my hospital bed. Ryusei's tiny fingers are in a fist around Soryu's finger and the sight brings joyful tears to my eyes. He's the spitting image of his handsome father and I can't believe how lucky I am to have both of them in my life. 

"You did so well back there", Soryu says after a moment. He carefully sits down at my bedside the large armchair and meets my exhausted gaze.

"For a moment, I was worried he wasn't ever going to come out", I say with a breathless laugh. 

"I meant before that", he whispers. A sad expression forms on his face as his unfocused eyes remember the ordeal I went through before delivering our child. 

"I'm so sorry, baby. I hate that you're constantly put in danger, but now I put our son in that same position." I gingerly place my hand on his arm and I can see all of his emotions reflected back at me in his eyes: regret, guilt, anguish. My heart lurches in my chest. He shouldn’t be feeling any of those things, especially not now.

"Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault", I say to him as I reach over to carress my newborn son's tiny face as he dozes in Soryu's arms. 

"We're both safe and happy because of you, Soryu. You saved us, and I know you'll always be there to do that. I love you so much and I've never felt so happy in my entire life. It doesn't matter what I've been through because I'd do it all again just to be with you. After everything...I'd still choose you."

Soryu blushes a little and smiles at me. 

"I'd choose you too, _____. Over and over again.”

He reaches over slowly to meet my lips in a kiss, but Ryusei stirs in his sleep and coos loudly in protest at the sudden movement. 

We both chuckle at our baby boy and Soryu leans into kiss my forehead sweetly.

"I guess that'll have to do for now," he says and sighs, slowly rocking our bundle of joy back and forth in his arms.

#bout as fluffy as mc's omelettes lol #rose-of-yonezawa #anonymous #request #soryu oh #soryu oh fanfiction #soryu oh fluff #soryu fanfiction #soryu fluff #soryu #kbtbb #kbtbb fanfiction #voltage fanfiction #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfiction #kissed by the baddest bidder

[voltagesmutter]

Fake

Prompt: Soryu - “Is it so wrong for me to want you”, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Eisuke was away on a business meeting, your ‘fiancee’ should really say. A fake arrangement between you two in order to keep some investors from forcing Eisuke into a marriage with their daughters. In return he showered you with lavish gifts, expensive jewellery, the engagement ring that was placed on your finger had cost more than your apartments yearly rent! You had moved into the penthouse to keep up the illusion, only as your fake emotions were kept at bay, real ones took form in the confinements of another. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You moaned hopelessly into Soryus mouth as he grinded his waist against yours, his tongue so desperately searching for yours as he pressed you further into the sofa.

“Is it so wrong for me to want you” He groaned back as your fingertips intertwined in his hair, pulling him deep against you.

“It’s not fair on Eisuke,” You breathless whispered back as his hands began to undo your shirt.

“Fuck Eisuke, fuck the whole fake engagement,” He growled, taking your left hand and removing the ring from your finger, “This finger is saved for me, and only me”.

“Soryu,” Your lips crashing back against each other.

“I mean it, I love you and I will be damned if I lose you to a fake arrangement, your mine now and forever,” He picks you up, leaving the ring on the kitchen counter before carrying you into his room. 

A few weeks later, a real engagement ring was there in its place, Soryu determined to let the world know you was his. 

#kbtbb #voltage kbtbb #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb soryu oh #voltage soryu #soryu oh #kissedbythebaddestbidder #kissed by the baddest bidder #soryu fluff #voltage inc #love 365

[im-not-obsessed-i-promise7]

Be Brave my Love

Eisuke Ichinomiya Fluff

______ laid there in their shared bed, tears streaming down her face caused by from what a guest in the hotel just said to her. “Why would they hire such a dumb woman to work in this hotel, we deserve better” It brought her on this downward spiral of everything she has ever thought about herself in the past.

You’re not smart enough

You’re not pretty enough

No one will ever love you

You’ll never have a happily ever after

People don’t really like you, they’re faking it

She couldn’t get the thoughts to stop going through her head, her self-esteem has always been low, she was hurt by someone she trusted in her teens, and ever since then she has never been able to recover. She has questioned everything in her life, does this person really like me, are they using me. Which in some cases has been true, they would be her friend in school, copy off of her during tests, homework and then afterwards never speak to her again and be the main instigator of the bullying she faced. When she moved to college she thought she would find friends that would like her for her and was in turn hurt again by them. She ended up putting walls up so high and difficult to infiltrate so she wouldn’t get hurt again.

Then, she met Eisuke Ichinomiya.

He tore her walls down, he showed her what it felt like to be loved, he made her realize what it means to be loved even if he never directly told her, she felt love from him. She was able to be vulnerable around him and others and she was a able to open up herself again to others which she hasn’t been able to do in years. But, all it takes is one comment from an asshole to make her feel useless and insecure and take her back to her previous self. And when she was alone, as she was now, it always hit the hardest.

Eisuke was coming home tonight, he’s been gone for a business conference for three days and he tried to take her with him but ____ is a hard worker, and stubborn she told him she would be fine and that she would take care of the penthouse suite for him while he was gone. ______ laid there for a few hours and she didn’t realize she had cried herself to sleep still in her maid uniform, hair still up in a high bun that she wore for work and with her face puffy and nose red from crying.

Eisuke walked into the suite expecting to hear a clatter in the kitchen, a scurry of footsteps to meet him at the door once she heard the door open only to no avail nothing came of it. He strained his hearing listening for his fiancée and then heard a soft sniffle from the bedroom. He slipped off his shoes and dropped his suitcase at the door to go investigate and he saw the state of her laying in the bed. He grew furious that someone had made her cry and texted his right hand man Soryu to get him security camera footage of _____ from today while she was working. He sat next her on the bed and ran his hand along her hair still tight in her bun. Silently his phone went off and Soryu sent him a video footage from four hours before of a hotel guest screaming at her. _____ had kept it together in front of the guest but the second the guest turned away _____ had broken down, hung her head and walked towards the elevator, apparently to the penthouse so she wouldn’t cry in front of the guests.

Eisuke always tries to keep her self esteem high, she was his woman after all she has no reason to feel this way. But, he knew something had set her off years ago and her self esteem and courage was always going to be low and that it was going to be hard to keep her standing tall. Eisuke look at _____ and delicately rolled her over slightly so he could get in the bed next to her and he put his arms around her and held her tight to his chest. _____ woke up drowsily and opened her eyes to see Eisuke staring off into space.

“ Oh I’m sorry I didn’t greet you at the door I must of drifted off”

“What did that guest say to you?” Eisuke said back to her.

_____ flinched, he already knew something happened. She looked down at herself and realized she was still in her work clothes and chided herself. “Of course he knows what happened I didn’t even try to clean myself up before he came home” ____ thought.

“______” Eisuke said firmly, “What did he say to you”

“He questioned why someone would hire me since I’m such a dumb woman, and that he deserved better Eisuke. I’m just off today I must of just not done my job correctly it’s fine”

“ No it’s not, no one and I mean NO ONE will talk down to my staff, especially you” Eisuke sighed.

“Baby, you are the brightest woman I know, you are the only person I talk to when things get to hard. You are not dumb in anyway possible. And you are excellent at your job, you take of the guests like they are royalty no matter who they are. You deserve all the praise in the world”

______ sniffled, she was trying to hold back the tears. “Only you see me that way Eisuke”

Eisuke pulled her to him and pressed his lips softly on hers, kissing her as her tears started to fall. He wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumb and gently kept kissing her. He sat up with her and softly pulled the hair pins out of her hair letting her hair loose making it cascade down from her head to the middle of her back. “Baby, I’ll protect you forever you know that right?”

______ looked at him and nodded, “I know Eisuke, I wish I was stronger for you, you deserve a stronger woman”

“You’re strong ______, you’re brave and don’t worry I’ll never want anyone else on this planet, you’re it for me. I’ll build back up your self esteem so you can show the world what you already show me.

Tears started falling again from ______ eyes. Eisuke picked her up and took her to the en-suite where he took her maids uniform off and took her into the shower. Quickly stripping himself he got into the shower with her and under the cascading water he cradled ______ against him as she cried and stayed there till she was all cried out.

Later that night, after Eisuke had put ____ to bed he slipped out of bed and looked out the window at the nightscape in front of him and made a call to Soryu.

“What Eisuke it’s 3AM”

“Take care of that man who yelled at ____ today”

“How do you want me to do that”

“I don’t care what you do, just get him out of my hotel before _____ starts her shift tomorrow”

“Fine Eisuke”

Soryu hung up and Eisuke glanced back at his love asleep in his bed. He walked back to the bed and slid under the covers and brought her towards him and kissed her on the forehead.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, just be brave my love”

#eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb fluff #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb #voltage inc #soryu oh

[kiserusmoke]

Can you do a story where MC starts dating Eisuke, Sor, Jumin or Saeran because she feels bad. And as she starts to tell them they are over or as she is gathering courage to break it off, she realizes that she is in love with them.

The Missing Piece

Summary: She knew now that all of her worrying and suffering was in vain, for Soryu was the puzzle piece she didn’t realize her picture was missing.

Mc doubts her relationship with Soryu until she realized there was more to the picture. Ultimate fluff. Also tagging @fromthedeskofelizabeththird since she’s my fave Soryu stan. AO3 Link 

He wasn’t the right man for her. Her mind echoed the thought like a drum, a seemingly endless drone that wore away at her self-esteem until she lay awake that night. Her mind was fighting itself, weighing the pros and cons of continuing their relationship. She pushed the covers off of herself and sat up in bed, the darkness of the room seeming to suffocate her. Her hand found the back of her neck, and she remembers all the times he would kiss her there; soft lips meeting even softer skin in a moment of intimacy. She shook her head, bringing her mind back to the present. 

She deserved stability, her mind reminded her as she thought of all the times she wandered into the Ice Dragon headquarters, seeing the dozens of men that put their life on the line for their leader. She wasn’t naive, she knew their pressed suits and dazzling smiles would return to headquarters later that evening soaked with someone else’s blood. The hands that waved at her and opened her doors were more accustomed to holding guns, tools more suited for pain than a life of service. The fact that so many lives were dedicated to the man she loved gave her a sinking feeling in her chest; she was acutely aware that this was a kingdom that she should never be royalty for. She deserves openness, her mind urged as she recalls a particularly disturbing night with Soryu. She awoke to the sound of the suite door opening, a sound that normally signaled a warm embrace and a kiss to the forehead. Coming out of the bedroom to meet him, she quickly realized this was not one of those nights. A cold, metallic scent radiated off of him and his suit jacket hung awkwardly on his frame. Switching the light on, she could make out the blood that had soaked through his dress shirt. His tie was disheveled and loose, like he had been wretched around by it. Making her way over to him, her hands reached out to touch his bruised face. She felt an unnatural coldness as he pushed her away and shut himself in the bathroom. He didn’t return to their shared bed that night, and she had never felt so far away from him. She deserves understanding, her mind cried at her as she remembered the hushed phone call that tore him from her side the night of their first dinner together in months. Flashing her an apologetic smile, Soryu excused himself to the bedroom to speak in urgent tones to whoever was on the other end of the line. It wasn’t like she could understand the conversation anyway, his steadfast Cantonese revealing that the call was most likely business. She sighed and turned back to the table, watching the candles she lit burn out slowly. His raised tone makes her flinch, her imagination wandering to the darkest of thoughts of bodies being tossed into the sea or rival gangs being targeted. Though he was only a room away, she couldn’t help but feel the distance may as well have been an ocean apart. Coming back to the present, she balled the sheets in her hands and brought them up to her chest. Falling back into the pillows with a sigh, she knew that their differences would be the driving force that pulled them apart. She turned her head slightly to face the empty spot next to her. She knew if she leaned in, she could smell Soryu’s cologne imbedded in the sheets. It was another night alone, the familiar scene becoming all too common between the lovers. She knew it was for the best, as he was meeting with a rival gang leader outside of the city to eliminate the risk that the plan would backfire and she would be targeted. It took a few seconds for the words to work themselves out in her head, but when they did she jolted out of bed with a start. Every action, regardless of how cold or awkward it seemed, was done in her best interest. The thought made her head spin, and she covered her mouth with her hand in shame. She was given stability, she realized as she looked at her moments in the Ice Dragon headquarters with fondness. She was surrounded by men who didn’t have to give her a second look, but they went out of their way to make her feel comfortable. Their dedication to her lover made them trade sneers for charming smiles, to take time out of their day to make small talk when they would normally keep to themselves. She realized that Soryu spoken ahead of time with his men so they would ensure she felt welcome in the mafia headquarters. It was his own form of family, and this was Soryu’s way of making her feel a part of it. The thought of it made tears sting her eyes. She was given openness, her mind corrected her when she thought of that fateful night that he returned battered and bruised. She realized most people wouldn’t even return home, yet Soryu unceremoniously dragged himself back to their shared suite despite knowing she’d be waiting for him. The fact that he likely went out of his way to come home when he had his own residence at the Ice Dragon headquarters meant he trusted her not to judge his state, to show concern instead of disgust for his worn down body. The sight of purple and blue bruises adorning his flesh had disturbed her in the moment, but she thought back at it now with the bittersweet feeling she could only akin to acceptance for the man she loved.

She was given understanding, the thought crept up on her in one final blow. At the time, leaving a rare dinner together to accept a work call seemed like a cheap way to weasel out of a date. She remembers drumming her fingers on the tabletop, the sound mingling with the urgent Cantonese coming from the other room. The feeling of annoyance and the sting of abandonment faded away when he returned to the table with another apologetic smile. He explained the situation, and hearing the name of a particularly dangerous gang escape his lips humbled her once-bruised ego. She was conscious of the fact that his urgent tone was only to protect her, to seal a deal quickly so she wouldn’t become their next target. In an effort to show she understood his behavior, she had reached out and given his hand a soft squeeze. With all of the memories coming back to her in one swift rush, she could only sit on the foot of the bed with her head in her hands. Her fingers wove through her chestnut locks, as if her  fingertips were the only thing rooting her to this moment in time. She knew now that all of her worrying and suffering was in vain, for Soryu was the puzzle piece she didn’t realize her picture was missing. His unconventional career choice and methods for showing his love only made the warmth in her heart spread throughout her body, as if she suddenly contained so much love for him that she would surely burst. Hot tears made their way down her face, but they were not ones of sorrow. She snapped back to the present when she heard the quiet click of the door, the back of her hand quickly wiping the tears from her cheeks.  She sprung from the bed and made her way to the entryway, the familiar sight of Soryu’s tall frame drawing her in like he was the home her heart had been waiting for. “Welcome home” she said softly, her melodic voice reaching his ears and drawing a soft smile on his features. She stretched on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, drawing her arms around his neck like they were molded to fit there perfectly. He let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You don’t normally greet me at the door, what’s with the change of pace?” he asked with amusement, his features remarkably tender as he looked down at her. She merely smiled in return, her lips finding their way to his for a moment. “I just love you, that’s all” she replied, her voice a whisper for she feared it would break if she spoke any louder. With large hands, he cupped her face in them and brought their lips together again and again, soft pecks turning to slow and languid kisses tinted with passion. She could feel his lips curl into a smile as they parted just enough so he could speak. “I love you, too”.

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Kissed By The Baddest CEO (MLQC Victor x KBTBB - NSFW)

Description: Old flames and prospective lovers threaten to derail your budding romance with Victor before it even begins.  How will you extricate yourselves from a web of misunderstandings?

Warnings:

NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Potential Trigger Warnings: profanity, jealousy, angst, exes, mentions of alcohol, bone fetishes, rough sex, 69 sex position (oral sex), mirror sex, vaginal intercourse, swallowing, size kink

Mild spoilers for Victor’s family history (MLQC); slight bending of MLQC & KBTBB canon universes via creation of original side character

Word Count: ~10K words (please set aside a good chunk of time for some fluff, angst and smut 🤣)

Author’s Notes:

First of all, a GIANT thank you to the super gracious @lin-ful​ for commissioning this Victor piece from me.  You are an absolute joy to work with and I really appreciate the fact that you gave me carte blanche to basically do whatever I wanted 🤣  I really hope you enjoy the read!  (P.S. I would never be so sadistic as to ever make you choose between Victor and Eisuke, so please rest easy 😆)

This story is especially significant to me as a writer because it represents the culmination of a number of milestones: the first time I’ve created an original character, my first attempt at writing a crossover story, the first time I’ve written in both first- and second-person perspectives.  It is also the longest single piece I’ve ever written.  That being said, please note the warnings listed above and happy reading! 😊

Nb. This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, and incidents are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: Hello Diana

“Really Vic, I thought you were beyond name calling by now.”  

Her voice is sultry and low, smooth in your ears like the whiskey in her tumbler.  Completely at ease in a couture Givenchy pantsuit that likely cost more than one of your production budgets, she sat with her legs elegantly crossed in a leather armchair, tipping her glass to vermillion lips.  And as the flames danced in the imposing marble fireplace of one of Shanghai’s oldest and most exclusive supper clubs, they reflected off an enormous ruby ring gracing her middle finger.

Victor scoffs, taking a sip of his own whisky and glancing at you as you follow suit with the virgin cocktail he ordered on your behalf while you were in the restroom.

He was so infuriating at times, but at least it wasn’t warmed milk.

“First of all, you weren’t meant to hear that.  Secondly, I hardly consider ‘dummy’ name calling.  Far worse exists when it comes to options, as I'm sure you can attest to, Diana. You’ve used quite a few in your day.”

Amusement spreads across her fine features as she throws her head back in laughter, the sound enticing even as it disrupts the low chatter in the room.  However, none of the men looking her way seemed to mind.  She was brimming with so much joie de vivre that even you weren’t immune to her charms, smiling despite the anxiety that sat heavy in your chest from the very moment Victor introduced you to Diana Shum that evening.

You didn’t quite know why you felt ill at ease, especially towards someone who was doing you a favour by brokering a major deal on behalf of your company.  Well, more like doing Victor a favour, since he was the one who made the request.  Perhaps this was how all men felt in the presence of such a woman: elegantly confident and unapologetically vivacious, drawing attention everywhere she went.

“Are you still dredging up stories from our Oxford days, Victor?  Not very gentlemanly of you.  How do you put up with him?”  Diana turns to wink at you and the spotlight of her attention makes you feel like the only other person in the room.  “Let me assure you those boys deserved every insult in the book; one-track minds and transparent to boot.  They should consider themselves lucky I even acknowledged their sad existence.”  

“Di, you made the Prime Minister’s son cry.  You should’ve seen those puffy eyes the next morning at the swim meet against Cambridge."  

Victor raises his brows, subtle amusement colouring his expression.  And simple though it was, the sight of his handsome face so transformed by the faint smile on his lips made your heart race.  

No, there’s no way.  It’s probably just the fatigue catching up to you.  The flight to Shanghai from Loveland City must’ve been more taxing than you initially thought, even though Victor had graciously offered to let you hitch a ride on his private jet.  You place a hand on your chest, trying to calm the frenzied rhythm of your heart.  The gesture goes unnoticed by Diana but Victor throws a worried glance in your direction.  You smile to ease his concerns.  He furrows his brows.

“Oh please, I should’ve ripped him a new one with the way he tried to get frisky on our date.  He’s lucky I didn’t call Soryu to deal with him and his wandering hands.”

A sudden change seeps into Victor’s eyes, dark irises softening as if focused on something miles away.  “Soryu.  How is your cousin doing, by the way?”

Diana leans back, taking another sip of her drink.  “You’ll see for yourself soon enough.  I take it you are accompanying this lovely producer to Tokyo to meet with Eisuke and wherever the Ichinomiya heir is, Soryu isn’t far behind.  In all honesty though, Vic, surely you would know better than I.  Weren’t the three of you thick as thieves during prep school?”

You perk up at the topic of Victor’s childhood.  It was a rare chance to learn about the formative years of this stone-faced man before he became the slave driver of Loveland Financial Group.  

“I was only there for a year and a half with Soryu and Eisuke before…before my mother passed.  My father sent for me shortly afterwards.  I haven't seen them since.”

Deep voice trailing off, Victor’s gaze shifts to the fireplace where it remains, as if hypnotized by the flicker of orange flames.  And as the silence stretches on, you become disconcerted to see him so uncharacteristically lost in his thoughts.  You reach out to touch him but Diana beats you to it, laying a delicate hand on top of his much larger one as it rests on the leather armrest.

The gesture is ridiculously small for how much it blindsides you — the sight of her hand on Victor’s dazzling like the light reflecting off her ruby ring.

He blinks at the touch, long lashes fluttering in the split-second it takes for him to compose himself and suddenly, the unflappable CEO is back again.  

“I’m sorry, it’s been a long day and we should probably call it a night.  But you have my thanks, Diana, for setting up this meeting with the Ichinomiya Group.”

It was Diana’s turn to scoff.  “Can we please dispense with the formalities, Victor?  Soryu mentioned Eisuke was having difficulty finding the right people to make this documentary on the anniversary of his Tres Spades Tokyo hotel, so it was serendipity that we bumped into each while on business in London.  It’s a win-win situation.  Meant to be.”

Meant to be.

There is a spark of something in Diana’s eyes when she makes that last statement.  It stays with you long after you part ways with Victor for the night, lying awake in your hotel room as you wondered whether the LFG CEO was already asleep in his.

Chapter 2: SOS

“You’re awfully quiet.  Should I take this to mean that you already know everything about Eisuke Ichinomiya and his chain of luxury hotels?"

Victor speaks without raising his head, leafing through the documents on his lap and stopping periodically to leave his signature with the same gold pen that marked up your reports. Its barrel glowed warm, reflecting the soft lights of the cabin of his private jet, en route to Tokyo from Shanghai.

Letting out a shaky breath, you try to steel yourself despite the rising heat in your cheeks.  Because after a night spent tossing and turning in your hotel room, you arrived at a conclusion so absurd it could only be true:  

You were in love with Victor Li.

Against all odds, the bane of your life had become your biggest ally and mentor.  All the pieces of the square puzzle that was the LFG CEO had fallen into place to form one coherent and beautiful picture:

His exacting demands transformed into standards of excellence, his workaholism a paragon of commitment and dedication.

And though you were loathe to admit it, each soft utterance of “dummy” leaving his lips made the corners of yours turn up in the goofiest of grins.

Oh god, how did it ever come to this?!  Where and when along the rocky path of your working relationship with the slave driver did you fall in love with him?  But that wasn’t even the worst of it.  If your intuition about the previous night’s events served you well, the beautiful Diana Shum was also enamoured of him.

You turn to Victor, meaning to inform him with utmost confidence that you had already conducted extensive research on the Ichinomiya Group’s charismatic CEO and his chain of casino hotels.  You even thought to throw in a snarky reminder that he himself had been marginally impressed with the presentation you gave on the topic back in Loveland City.

“Are you close to Diana Shum?”

Was NOT what had you meant to ask.  Especially in a voice that cracked like a 12 year old pubescent boy’s.  And if there was a way by which you could’ve drowned in a bottle of water, you would’ve gladly done so.  Instead, you settle for gulping it down, trying to keep your stupid mouth from spewing more nonsense in front of the man who was your de facto boss.

“Ahem.”  Victor clears his throat, long legs uncrossing as he shifts in his seat.  Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the muscles of that chiseled jaw settling firm.

“I-I’m so sorry.  It’s none of my business.  You don’t have to answer-"

“I’ve known her for a while, if that’s what you’re asking.  She’s a classmate from university and also a cousin of a friend of mine from prep school, as you’ve probably gathered from yesterday’s conversation.  Since graduation, she’s taken over her father’s role as CEO of Shum Property Developments and we’ve partnered periodically on various business ventures…”

He continues and you nod at the appropriate times, half listening as a million thoughts filtered through your head: your surprise at how unusually verbose Victor was being, the relief you felt to see that he was as determined to avoid your gaze as you were his.  Because the truth was that the longer he went on about Diana — so beautiful, polished and charming that you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her even if you tried — the harder it was to keep the clouds from darkening your face.  And when Victor says,

“Not like it has any bearing on anything now, but we also dated for a short period of time…”

…It hurts to breathe.

Finally turning in your direction, Victor fixes you with a scrutinizing gaze.  “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, um, I just…wanted to know a bit more about the person who helped me and my company.  So I can better thank her later.”

You speak without meeting his eyes, hoping to placate him with a quick smile as you pretend to rummage through your purse.  Thankfully, he drops the topic, returning to his documents.  And though the rest of the plane ride is spent in near silence, the thoughts in your head have never been so loud.

Chapter 3: Sexy Bones [Victor]

She wore that dress today.  The same one she had on when she impudently stormed my office to insist that I give her company a final chance before pulling funding:

Fitted to conform to every curve, yet formal enough to be professional.  Beautifully sensual in her usual understated way.  My favourite shade of red.

“It’s my go-to outfit when I need a confidence boost,” she told me once in between bites of pudding at Souvenir.  “It makes me feel like a queen, like I can do no wrong.  Perfect for business meetings I just have to nail, you know?”

“Dummy,” I had said then, feigning dismissiveness so she wouldn’t pick up on the way my eyes kept drifting towards her lips, so soft and plush I couldn’t help but wonder if her kisses would carry a hint of caramel sweetness.

It was true that the girl could be incredibly dense at times, playing at being queen when she already ruled my heart.  Or how oblivious she was to the fact that the British doctor was completely smitten with her during today’s meeting at the Tres Spades Tokyo hotel.

Dr. Luke Foster.

Completely absorbed in reading through what looked to be like a stack of medical journals, Dr. Foster had largely ignored us while Eisuke and Soryu made quick work of introducing the eclectic mix of other associates in the room:

Ota Kisaki, the so-called “Angelic Artist” whose work I was well-acquainted with, having previously spent a small fortune on his painting, Koro of My Kokoro.

Baba Mitsunari, a charming man whose handsome features were made all the more striking by the black fedora and red suit he wore.  The girl pointed out that he bore an uncanny resemblance to the cashier we saw at a convenience store earlier that day and I had to agree.

They glossed over a man named Mamoru Kishi, apparently sound asleep in one corner of the room with his face covered by a newspaper and a full ashtray by his side.

Finally, they came to Luke Foster, a blond-haired man with the air of an English gentleman.  Eisuke explained that Dr. Foster was the hotel’s on-site physician as well as a fellow alumnus of our prep school, apparently having left for reasons no one wanted to articulate the year before I transferred in.

And when the doctor finally looked up at us from his readings, his eyes took on an almost maniacal quality to see the girl standing by my side.

“Those proportions, those angles….perfect…absolutely perfect!”  He exclaimed as if in a daze, standing up suddenly and causing the reading materials to spill from his lap in the process.

He looked completely unhinged, almost like a zombie as he reached out a pale hand towards her collarbones of all places.  I stepped in front of her on reflex, only to have the doctor fix me with a piercing gaze as if he had just become aware of my existence and found it thoroughly offensive.

“Annnnd there he goes again,” Ota’s tone was one of exasperation, but there was no mistaking the amusement in the smirk that spread wide across his face.

“Ooh, Lu’s got a new victim!  Maybe now he can finally stop staring at the Boss’s girl every time she comes in to clean the penthouse!”  Baba chimes in, fingers stroking at his chin as if hatching some mischievous plan.

“Will the lot of ya shaddup!?  I’m tryin’ to sleep over here…zzz…” The man with the papers over his head gave a muffled shout before promptly rolling over onto his side.

Soryu just sighed, running a hand over his face.  And just when I began to worry that the girl was scared out of her wits, having wandered into this strange den of wolves, she surprised me by chuckling under her breath.  

Did the dummy find this funny?

“Tch, ignore them, Victor.  Let’s just get on with the presentation,” Eisuke said as he took his seat at the head of a long table.  The girl straightened up and immediately got to work, transforming into the consummate professional she always was when it came down to business.  I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as I watched her nail her pitch.

Taking a surreptitious glance around at her rapt audience, I stopped at Luke.  The intensity of the doctor's stare made me uneasy, the way those blue-grey eyes hovered above the scooped neckline of her red dress, tracing along her collarbones as if he were caressing them with his gaze alone.  I mentally berated myself for not putting my suit jacket over her shoulders before she got up there.

And though it was spoken under his breath, Dr. Foster’s murmur of “sexy bones” rang loud and clear in my ears.

Chapter 4: In A (Traffic) Jam [Victor]

“Victor, you won’t believe my luck!  Not only did we cinch the Ichinomiya account, I also found the perfect candidate to appear on our Mystery Finder show!”

The girl was practically breathless on the other end of the line, words jumbling together as they came a mile a minute.  And though her enthusiasm is as infectious as it is adorable, I remind myself to play it cool.  “Really.  And who might that be?”

“Dr. Foster!”

HONK!

I swerve back into my lane on reflex, narrowly avoiding an accident as the driver next to me flips me the bird before speeding away.  My heart raced, beating fiercely against the cage of my chest, but it had little to do with my near brush with death.

At this moment, I was more concerned with a man who looked like Death himself.

“Oh my god, Victor, what was that?  Are you okay?”  The concern in her voice is palpable and it makes me think of how kind and tenderhearted she is, of how easily someone could exploit that to their advantage.  “This is a bad time, isn’t it?  I’m so sorry, I’ll call you ba-”

“Don’t worry about it, just some idiot not paying attention on the road.  And what's this about, ahem, Dr. Foster?"  The name itself was unsavoury, sticking in my throat until I spat it out.  I hoped the vitriol escaped her notice.

“Okay Victor, get this: it’s like the man has X-ray vision!”

She whispers for dramatic effect, and my grip tightens on the steering wheel as I picture those slate grey eyes sweeping over the curves of her body, a lewd expression falling over the doctor’s features.  He was a handsome enough man, that much was true; intelligent and a first-rate surgeon according to Eisuke and Soryu.  Goldman confirmed as much when I had him dig up all available information on Luke Foster.  On that basis alone, many women would find him to be an extremely attractive suitor and ludicrous though it is, I can’t help but think the worst.  Luke had been quite open in his admiration of her, especially her collarbones.  What if she returned the sentiment?

In retrospect, it was a horrible idea to leave her to her work (and that wolf) in Tokyo while I returned to mine in Loveland City.  While she had the company of her coworkers, clearly none of them sensed the danger in Luke Foster that I did.  I no longer had the right to call her a dummy when I was obviously the idiot here.

“I’m telling you Victor, he can just look at somebody and tell you everything about their bone structure.  It’s too accurate to just be guesswork!  Apparently, he can remember anyone he's ever laid eyes on based on their bones.  It’s incredible.  I’d love for Professor Lucien to meet him.  If only he had the time to fly out to Tokyo…”

The girl continues and I catch sight of my furrowed brows in the rear-view mirror, deepening the longer she goes on and on about men who weren’t me.

“…He’s already agreed to be a guest on the show!  But…he did make a rather strange request."

For a moment, I can barely breathe.  The skin over my knuckles blanches as it stretches tight, my grip on the wheel growing harder as I brace for unwelcome news.  God knows what she would’ve agreed to in my absence.  Filled with a sense of dread, I had to know all the same.  “Which was?…”

She pauses, the hitch in her breath subtle but speaking volumes nonetheless.

“Just say it, dummy.”  I soften my tone in encouragement though my mind was already racing, thinking of all the ways my legal team could dissolve a contract should the girl have already signed papers.

“Well, he…he asked if he could examine my body in lieu of payment for appearing on the show.  You should’ve seen him!  He was so desperate he was practically begging and I…I just couldn't say no."  

MOTHERFUCK!

Chapter 5: Role Model

“STUPID VICTOR LI!”

You had meant to throw the rolled-up magazine in dramatic rock star fashion, sending it flying across your suite at the Tres Spades Tokyo hotel to give at least a resounding smack as it hits the wall.  Instead, it flutters to the carpeted floor, barely a few feet from where you lay sprawled out on a bed much too large for a single person.

And from the surface of that glossy cover, Victor’s handsome face — all sharp eyes and chiseled jaw - staring up at you from beneath a headline that read: "Man On Top: How Victor Li Conquered The Business World.”

Man on top.  What a tease if there ever was one — especially since you’ve developed the recent habit of falling asleep to the fantasy of having the broad expanse of Victor’s muscular chest hovering over you.

“The only thing he should be on top of is ME!”

Your voice echoes in the room, empty save for you.  Even still, your cheeks burned from embarrassment over the absurdity of your current situation.  Victor Li didn’t belong to you.  Not when he had someone like Diana in his life.

Victor and Diana.  Diana and Victor.  A perfect match regardless of how the pieces fit.  And for an instant, your anger flares to remember the nonchalance in Victor’s voice when he told you that their past history as lovers had no bearing on the present, as if they didn’t look like they belonged together when you saw them just now in the lobby of the hotel, moments after you purchased the magazine with Victor’s face gracing the cover from one of the shops.

Practically ecstatic in your surprise to see him there at the Tres Spades, you were just about to call out to him when his name died in your throat, choked by the sight of the woman at his side.  Victor was escorting Diana to a limo waiting just beyond the revolving doors.  And the last thing you saw before the chauffeur pulled away was the two of them slipping into the vehicle together.

He hadn’t even told you he was coming to Tokyo.

It was only after you became aware of the fact that you were blocking the entrance to the shop that you recovered from the shock, murmuring apologies as you pulled yourself together just enough to make your way back to the safety of your hotel room.

Rising up off the bed, your feet sink into the lush carpeting as you pad over to where the magazine lay.  You pick it up and smooth out the crinkles, fingers tracing the outline of Victor’s profile as you do — gentle, as if you were touching the man himself.  And when your nose begins to tingle, you know it won’t be long before you feel the familiar sting of tears behind your eyes.

“Think you could stop being so nice to me, Victor?  You’ll give a girl the wrong impression.”  

Heaving a sigh, you slip the magazine beneath a pillow on the bed.  A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told you it was almost time for your dinner date with Dr. Foster.  Sitting around moping wasn’t an option, at least not tonight.  Lightly slapping your cheeks, you push the image of Victor and Diana out of your head and get ready to step into the shower.

Chapter 6: Hard To Swallow [Victor]

“I’m glad you remembered that you owe me a dinner, Victor Li.  And though I practically had to drag you to this restaurant, I guess the means don’t really matter if the end result is the same.  But still, what a lucky coincidence that we bumped into each other again at the Tres Spades of all places.  Now that’s something to drink to.”

Diana holds up her glass, Cabernet Sauvignon swirling as it meets mine with a delicate clink.  Under the table, the tip of her stiletto pushes against my oxfords before sliding past my ankle, inching its way up my leg.  I pull away, watching those red lips spread into a smile as I do.

“You might be the first man who’s ever been able to resist me.  Has anyone ever told you you’re one stubborn asshole?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She laughs at that, taking another sip of her wine before setting it down.  “So, tell me about her.”

“Her?”  I focus on cutting into my Kobe beef, already aware that Diana will see through my bluff.  She always did.

“Surely there must be another woman if you keep turning me down over and over again, Victor.  A girl has her pride too, you know.”

“We are not getting back together, Diana.”

“Tsk, you’re no fun, Vic.  All work and no play, all the time.  I’ll have to remind myself of that the next time I start entertaining thoughts of calling you up again.”

She pouts, but it isn’t long before her eyes take on that familiar spark of mischief as she continues.  

“But seriously, tell me about your cute little producer.  That is the girl you keep rejecting me for, I presume.  I need to know about the woman who’s finally managed to infiltrate the entirety of Victor Li’s notoriously impenetrable heart.  She must be quite the lover if she’s got you wrapped around her little finger like that, pulling strings with all your friends left, right and centre.”

It annoys me to no end that the mere mention of the girl is enough to reduce me to a swooning idiot.  I fight to keep the smile off my face.

“You’ve got the wrong idea.  She’s not my lover.”  

Diana begins to protest, but her words are lost on me because I’ve stopped listening.  In fact, the only thing I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears, propelled by the adrenaline racing through my veins to see him enter the restaurant.

Dr. Luke Foster.  

WITH MY DUMMY, NO LESS.

And my dummy looks…absolutely gorgeous.  Her hair is done up, leaving her graceful neck and collarbones exposed in a little black dress I’ve never seen her wear before, I realize with not an insignificant amount of jealousy.

But wait…collarbones?!

Sure enough, that surgeon is staring at her clavicle like some kind of pervert.  The sight alone incites the beginnings of a dull throbbing in my temples, no doubt exacerbated by the vice-like clench of my jaws.

I follow them with my gaze as they are led to a table for two; fixate on Luke’s face even as the sommelier arrives to make his recommendations to the pair.  The doctor stares at my girl like he couldn’t care less about the meal, as if the only thing he hungered for was precisely what I myself had desired for so long: the woman.  And she—

Just looked my way.

Surprise etches itself onto her beautiful features — the brows I had dreamt of one day lightly running a fingertip over while she sleeps lifting into a delicate arch.  And why shouldn’t she be surprised?  I had given her no indication that I had rushed over to Tokyo from Loveland City as soon as I heard what Luke had requested of her.  

But there is no nod of acknowledgement, no smile in greeting.  Just her, looking away as if she hadn’t seen me at all, her smile apologetic when she retrains her attention on the doctor.  And while it was only for a fraction of a second, I could have sworn her eyes carried a hint of sorrow.

Or perhaps I’m projecting.

Because her obvious avoidance feels like a rebuff, a sucker punch to the gut.  She’s never blatantly ignored me like that, no matter how wound up she was even during those times when I verbally tore her sub-par proposals to shreds.  The feeling of rejection sits heavy on my chest, the tie around my neck much too tight.

“Victor, are you all right?”

Diana’s voice cuts through my thoughts.  She is looking at me curiously.  I reach for my glass of wine, suddenly feeling like I was on the verge of choking.  “Of course, what could possibly be wrong?”

“ ‘What’s wrong’ is the fact that you haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said for the past ten minutes.  Even if there’s no chance we’ll ever get back together again as you so adamantly insist, the least you could do is pay attention to the person you’re sharing a meal with.”

I take a deep breath, more than a little disconcerted by the girl’s ability to affect me.  “Of course.  My apologies, you’re absolutely right.  Please, continue.”

Across the candlelit table, I look Diana in the eye, resolved to keep up at least the pretence of being interested in what she had to say when all I wanted to do was storm the table where Luke sat with my girl.  With each sideways glance in their direction, my grip tightened on my utensils to see them chatting, seemingly engrossed in the world’s most interesting conversation.

And when she hands over a manila envelope to the doctor, my heart skips a beat.

Could it be…marriage documents?!

One tiny corner of my brain berates me for how ridiculous I am being but when it comes to her, I simply can’t help it, and the fantasy in which I casually stroll over, flip the table onto Luke Foster and steal my girl away in a bridal carry becomes so vivid in my mind’s eye, it almost seems like a good idea.

Diana excuses herself to use the restroom and I pounce on the opportunity to send the dummy a text:

“MEET ME AT THE BAR IN THE TRES SPADES HOTEL IN AN HOUR.  DON’T BE LATE.”

Chapter 7: Choked Up

“Is there something wrong, Dr. Foster?  You haven’t touched your meal.”

You do your best to school your expression into one of polite neutrality as you take in the strange sight of the pale, blond-haired man shaking out an alarming number of pills onto the palm of his hand, tapping loudly on a bottle seemingly produced out of nowhere.  He pops them all into his mouth at once and you pray you won’t have to perform the Heimlich maneuver as he chases them down with a few gulps of water.

A smile spreads across the doctor’s lips as his eyes fall upon your collarbones once more.  You were used to feeling like a third wheel by now, even when alone with Luke Foster, given his penchant for carrying on conversations while staring intently at your bones.  But you took no offence at his behaviour, especially after Baba’s attempts to give you insight into Luke’s peculiar mannerisms:

“Try not to take it personal, Miss.  Lu will look at anyone who’s got beautiful collarbones.  It’s a well-known fact that he’s obsessed with the boss’s - he's even framed the X-ray films of Eisuke’s bones.  He likely just wants yours to add to his collection.”

Strange though it was, the request that Luke be allowed to have X-rays films of your collarbones in exchange for appearing on Miracle Finder was innocent enough.  Certainly nothing that warranted the stony silence you received on the other end of the line when you called Victor the other day to tell him that Dr. Foster wanted to examine you.  After a brusque “I have to go,” he had hung up.  No goodbyes, not even a mutter of “dummy.”  

But Luke Foster had been nothing short of a perfect gentleman, never once laying a hand on you.  Moreover, he even insisted on paying for tonight’s meal despite the fact that you had invited him as thanks for appearing on the show.  

“Please, just call me Luke.  Vitamins and water are all I need to survive.  I only ordered because Eisuke said it might be awkward if you seemed to be the only one dining.”

“I-I see.”  You smile, taking another bite of wagyu.  And for a moment, you are too wrapped up in the blissful way it seemed to melt on your tongue to be disconcerted by the strange events of the evening.

You weren’t, however, too distracted to continue throwing surreptitious glances in Victor’s direction, fighting to keep composed each time Diana’s laughter carried over to your table.  What were the chances that you’d find yourselves at the same restaurant in all of Tokyo?  You know that he knows you are here; even Chik couldn’t put on a performance convincing enough for the LFG CEO to believe for a second that you didn’t see him.

With your dismal acting skills, you definitely didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re in love with him.”

COUGH, COUGH!

You clear the steak lodged in the back of your throat with a few hacking coughs, half of your face hidden behind your napkin as you tried to be as discreet as possible, the words “Death by Wagyu” flashing through your mind.  After soothing your throat with a sip of wine, you ask:

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re in love with that man sitting just over there with the woman dressed in red.  That Victor fellow who accompanied you to that first meeting with Eisuke.”

For someone who seemed to pay very little attention to matters that didn’t concern bones, Luke Foster was surprisingly perceptive.  Or maybe you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were and it was obvious to all but yourself that you were staring at the golden couple.

“I…how did you...what makes you—”

“Please pass this message on to him for me.  If he doesn’t treat your collarbones with the respect they deserve, he can’t blame me for swooping in to take his place.”

Then, for the very first time that night, Luke Foster looks you in the eye, the intensity in blue-grey irises making your breath hitch when he says: “Until then, I hope you find happiness with him, Sexy Bones — especially since he also seems to be exceedingly fond of you.  Quite the annoyance, really.”

And for the very first time that night, you smile freely, naturally, at Luke, blushing hard as you contemplate his words.  Suddenly bashful, you drop your gaze only to catch sight of the manila envelope you brought with you.  You pass it across the table to him.

“Here.  Your payment for agreeing to appear on Miracle Finder.”

The expression on Luke’s face can best be described as euphoric when he takes the films from you, momentarily excusing himself from the table as he murmurs something about requiring brighter lighting to examine them.

That is when you hear the buzz of your phone from inside your purse.  And when you finally fish it out, you see a single text from Victor, commanding as always:

“MEET ME AT THE BAR IN THE TRES SPADES HOTEL IN AN HOUR.  DON’T BE LATE.”

Chapter 8: Green-Eyed Monsters [Victor]

“Another whiskey on the rocks for you, Sir?”

I nod to the bartender, watching as he chips away at a block of ice to produce a perfect crystalline sphere — still spinning in the glass when he pours the amber spirit over it like a libation.  It almost takes my mind off the fact that the girl is late.  By exactly ten minutes, according to my watch.  And for a moment, I’m gripped by a sense of panic when I consider the possibility that she might not come.

She never did answer my text though I knew she saw it — having witnessed her reaching into her purse to pull out her phone seconds after I sent the message.  And while the logical part of my brain is telling me I’m being an absolute idiot, worst-case scenarios are already running through my head: the girl is side-swiped by a car while crossing the street, or somehow managed to fall into an open manhole and is currently standing knee-deep in sewage.

Or maybe she is pinned to the wall in a dark corner somewhere, hemmed in on either side by the gifted hands of a world-class surgeon by the name of Luke Foster.

I lift the glass to my lips, too impatient to even savour the smooth burn of the drink as I reach for my phone to send her another text.  That is when I see her:

Cheeks flushed and chest gently heaving as if she had rushed to get here.  An errant lock of hair falling from her up-do, framing that beautiful face like I had dreamt so many times of doing with the palm of my hand.

She makes her way towards me in that dimly lit bar, and though I’m aware of the faint ticking of the second hand of my watch, time may as well have stood still.  Because I could have lived in that moment forever, gazing upon the light in her eyes as if they held every last star in the sky, as if those heavenly bodies had fallen just for her in precisely the same way I had: deeply, irrevocably.

And I know there is no turning back.

“Victor, sorry I’m late!  What are you doing here in Tok—”  

“Why did you ignore me?”  My voice comes out stern, even to my ears, and I curse myself for losing my cool around her yet again.  The girl furrows her brows, eyes dropping from my face to the half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the counter.  And when she looks up again, something in her countenance has changed — soft surprise giving way to a hardened expression.

“If it’s the text you’re referring to, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

She looks away, refusing to meet my gaze as she perches on the stool beside me.  “Surely you wouldn’t have wanted me to interrupt your dinner date, especially when you and Ms. Shum seemed so intimate.”

Intimate?

The bartender approaches, interrupting our conversation before I get the chance to formulate a reply.  “What can I get for you, Miss?”

“She’ll have a glass of warmed milk—”

“Whiskey.  On the rocks, please.”

She speaks over me, turning slightly in my direction as she does.  I ignore the murmur of “Ladies’ choice” from the bartender as well as the smirk on his face as he begins preparing her drink.  The thinly veiled challenge in the girl’s expression — elbow propped up on the counter with her chin resting atop a loose fist — only serves to highlight how incredibly alluring it is when she pushes back.

“Hmm.  Bold.  Since when did you start drinking whiskey?  I don’t think you need me to remind you of your non-existent alcohol tolerance.  Besides, didn’t you already have enough to drink at dinner?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Victor Li,” she says, reaching for the glass the bartender sets down before her.  She takes a moment, staring at the rich, golden hues before finally taking a sip.  I fight to keep the smile off my face when hers pulls into a grimace from the sting of the alcohol she clearly wasn’t familiar with.  Dummy.

“I’m surprised you even noticed me at all, not with the lovely Diana there.  But I guess old wounds really do have difficulty closing, no matter how much we say they’ve healed.”

“You’d have to ask for the expert opinion of your overly friendly doctor about that.”

“Excuse me?”  She sets her drink down a bit harder than likely intended, sending the liquid sloshing about the glass to kiss the pink of her lipstick imprinted on its edge.  

I don’t like where this conversation is going, the ill-disguised barbs only serving to increase the tension between us.  It was foolish to have what should’ve been a very private discussion in a public space but, as always, the thought of her and Luke together is enough to make me forget my place and position, throwing caution to the wind and behaving with reckless abandon.

And still, the heat beneath my collar goads me on.

“Luke Foster.  The one you’re so enthralled with that your manners seem to have been completely swept from memory.  I presume that’s the reason why you didn’t acknowledge my existence when you saw me in the restaurant.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm: “Just like how you didn’t remember to tell me you were coming to Tokyo?  Or maybe you weren’t planning on telling me at all, since it clearly looked like you weren’t here on business.  But then again, I guess your business is none of mine.”

I don’t know whether I want to push back or kiss her senseless.

Instead, I settle for a deep breath, trying to keep my frustration in check.  Having a heated argument with her was not how I had intended my evening to go.  In fact, my entire day had not proceeded as planned, and if I hadn’t been accosted by Diana as soon as I stepped foot in the Tres Spades hotel, I would have been having dinner with the woman who occupied all my thoughts, all the time.  At the very least, I could’ve saved her from the clutches of a pervert doctor.

I glance in her direction, study the beautiful melancholy of her silent profile as she watches the ball of ice slowly melt into her drink.  Then I take another sip of mine, steeling myself for reparations I desperately needed to make.

“I am only going to say this once, so listen closely.  Diana Shum and I dated shortly after graduation for all of two months before we decided to part ways on amicable terms.  We make for much better business partners than we ever did romantically, and while she has expressed occasional interest in rekindling our relationship, I have never been of the same mind.  I can assure you this will never change.

“The reason I came to Tokyo is not because of her — professional or otherwise — but because I was in a rush to prevent a certain dummy from doing anything she’d regret later on.  But…”

I knock back the rest of my whiskey, emptying the glass.

“…I’m afraid I’m too late.”

She looks at me now, eyes wide as if she were still processing the words.  Her next question comes on a whisper: “Why would you be too late?”

And it is my turn to look away.  

“Well, you seemed to be pretty intimate yourself with Dr. Foster during your dinner date.  I can only presume that…”

The girl moves closer and I can’t help the way my eyes are drawn to her mouth — the tremble of her lower lip, full and pink and lush.  Without thought, I allow my gaze to trace along the graceful column of her neck, settling at the delicate notch between her collarbones and in that instant, I come to a visceral understanding of the extent of Luke Foster’s obsession, for mine was magnified a million times over:

I yearned for the entirety of this woman before me — needed her for myself, now and forever.

“Presume what?”  Her voice is low, shaking.

“I can only presume that you’ve already allowed him to…examine your body.”

There is a moment of silence — each torturous second seeming to stretch into eternity to smother the last embers of hope.

“I have…”

Oh god.

“…given him X-ray films of my collarbones as he requested.  That is all.  He’s never touched me, not even once.  I took him out to dinner tonight so I could give them to him as thanks for appearing on the show.”

Petty.  Sheepish.  I felt all these things, but none so powerful as the staggering sense of relief that washes over me to hear her say these words.  Closing my eyes, I let the revelation sink in, finally feeling like I can breathe for the very first time that night.

Chapter 9: The Big Bang

You don’t quite know what made you do it.  

The ambience of the bar, perhaps: sultry jazz and flickering candles purposefully placed to create just enough shadows for a veil of privacy.

Or maybe it was the crestfallen uncertainty that painted the handsome features of Victor Li’s face, his sudden display of vulnerability both novel and endearing.

Most likely however, it was the way in which his downcast expression morphed into one of ecstatic relief when you told him that Luke Foster had not laid a single finger on you.

Because when Victor tilts his head back, eyes closed and sighing deeply as if some unfathomable burden had been lifted, you cannot help but bring your lips to the Adam’s apple bobbing along the length of that strong, thick neck.

Cedar wood and pine.  

The notes of his cologne are so familiar you didn’t realize how much you missed his scent until you literally came face to face with it.  Victor is warm, so very warm beneath the skin of your lips.  And under your touch, you become vaguely aware of the fact that the rise and fall of his chest has stilled.

At any other time, you would’ve questioned your sanity for how boldly you were behaving, especially towards someone who was your boss.  You had never been one to put yourself out there when it came to matters of the heart.  Something about the moment however, about Victor, made you feel like the one thing you could not do was let this chance pass you by.

So when you hear that shuddering breath, feel the faint scratch of his five o’clock shadow when he nuzzles against you in return, you know you’ve made the right gamble.  Being with Victor Li feels right.  And the surreal sense of belonging you find within the embrace of his muscular arms gives you the courage to say, “You must really believe I’m a dummy if you think I’d let any man other than you touch me.”

He slides a finger beneath your chin, gently lifting until all you can see are those jet black eyes, swimming with heat and emotion.  The sudden silence of your surroundings sinks in: no more music, no idle chatter.  Not even the rustle of limbs moving about in the dimly lit bar.  And there, in the strange privacy of suspended time…

...Victor kisses you.

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“Are you sure…this is…what you want?”

The deep timbre of Victor’s voice sends a thrill vibrating along the surface of your skin as he questions you between kisses — laid on your mouth, the line of your jaw, the pulse of your neck.  His firm body presses you into a corner of the elevator, empty save for the two of you writhing in unison against a mirrored wall.

Each movement of his soft lips against yours is purposeful, imbued with meaning: longing in the gentle teeth that nibbled on your lower lip before drawing it into his mouth, in the sensual slide of the tongue that sought yours.  Affection obvious in the hands that rose to cup your face, thumbs tracing circles on the apples of reddened cheeks to tell you in no uncertain terms that Victor Li belonged to you as much as you yearned to belong to him.

So you had no qualms about answering in the affirmative, nodding your head because the press of Victor’s muscular thigh between your legs already left you breathless and wondering whether he could feel your wet heat seeping through your panties.

And all he really did was kiss you.

Ding.

The elevator stops at your floor and even before the doors slide open, Victor has hoisted you up, wrapping your legs tightly about his tapered waist and whispering into your ear, “Which room?”

You knew Victor was fit, had seen him move fast and effortlessly through the waters of his Olympic-sized swimming pool that one time he had you deliver a report to his mansion on a Sunday.  And yet, you could not help but admire the sheer perfection of his physique — the bulk of his biceps, flexed beneath strained layers of clothing; the ease with which he carries you all the way to your suite.

And when he sits you down upon the king-sized bed, you wonder if it is, in fact, too small for all the things you cared to do with him.

The LFG CEO shrugs off his suit jacket, loosening his tie just enough to pull it over his head before dropping to kneel at your feet.  You watch him reach for you, shiver when he caresses the sensitive skin behind your knee with a light graze of gentle fingertips.  Large hands trail down your calf — touch barely there and teasing — until his palm finally cups the heel of your stiletto to slide it off your foot.

He looks up at you then, the intensity in ebony irises rendering you still and mute as you patiently await his next move despite the frenzied pounding in your chest.  There is a stroke of something almost feral in the dark depths of the gaze that falls heavy upon you — searching your eyes, lingering on your lips…tracing the neckline of your dress.

“I’ve never seen you wear this dress before.”  Victor says, taking the same amount of care to remove the shoe from your other foot.

And if you were able to think straight under the influence of his touch — the hands that pushed back the hem of your dress as they roamed higher and higher up your thighs towards your heat — you might have found it strange that Victor was choosing now, of all times, to comment on your wardrobe choices.  As it was, you answered without second thought: “It’s new.  I bought it especially for tonight’s dinner.”

Victor stills and when he speaks again, there is a faint tremble in that voice, as if fighting to contain some unfathomable emotion.  

“The doctor couldn’t stop staring at you.  I know because I was the same way.  I couldn’t look away from the moment you stepped foot in that restaurant.”

The revelation leaves you silent, waiting with bated breath for Victor to continue.

“Forgive me…”

Fingers entwine with fabric, gripping tight.

“…but I can’t stand the thought of you looking so beautiful for anyone else.”

RRRIIIIPPPP!

You fall back, wincing at the sound even as you feel your body respond to the sudden shock of having your dress torn right down the middle.  Victor’s display of brute strength was so at odds with the façade of composure he was synonymous with and yet, there was no denying that you were incredibly aroused by this show of power — by the fact that he was now straddling you on all fours like some wild beast, tearing away the rest of your undergarments to leave you completely bare.

You’ve never been so desperate to feel him inside you, deep and rough and untamed.  The thought throws you into a frenzy of lust.

Digging your fingers into the front of his dress shirt, you yank it open to send buttons flying in haphazard directions, but the only thing that concerned you was the sight of that broad chest and muscular torso, so impressive it actually elicits a moan from your lips and a smile from his in return.

Propping yourself up onto your knees, you press against him, flesh to flesh — one hand running over the burning surface of his skin even as the other tugs at the buckle of his leather belt, impatiently moving to palm him when his dress pants fall and gasping to finally see and feel the full extent of the LFG CEO:

Victor Li is rock hard and intimidatingly large.

And the sight makes your mouth water.

Sinking onto your heels, you trail your lips along Victor’s chiseled body, tongue teasing at his nipples as you do and relishing the catch of his breath in his throat.

But just as you begin to lay kisses along the deep V of his abdomen with the intent of tracing lower and lower, Victor stops you, puling you up for a kiss before laying back on the bed and positioning you above him…

…with his face between your legs.

“This way,” he says, voice muffled, and you might have commented on his inability to relinquish control even in the bedroom were it not for the sensation of his flattened tongue sweeping hot and wet along the seam of your already dripping pussy, teasing from end to end.

The sensation is so intense it’s almost unbearable.  You throw your head back, mouth dropping in a silent scream as you sink onto Victor’s face, fighting the instinct to grinder lower onto that talented tongue despite the encouraging grip of Victor’s hands, strong on your hips and thighs.

“I’ve wanted to taste you…for so long,” he murmurs, sucking the swell of your clit into his mouth and humming in approval against moist flesh to hear you moan above him.  “Your flavour is absolutely exquisite.”

Gathering your wits, you fold forward — intent on giving just as much pleasure as you were receiving.  Victor twitches once within your grip, not quite contained by the circumference of your palm and fingers, running up and down the sizeable length of his cock, hot in your hand like his breath on your slit.  And after placing a few wet kisses on the smooth, hard head, you open your mouth to taste him.

The tepid salt of his arousal.  The groans originating from deep within Victor’s chest each time your lip brushed past the tender underside of his cock.  The subtle rhythm of his pelvis, lifting in time to your mouth swallowing more of that solid shaft, quickly becoming slick with your saliva.

And then you catch sight of your reflection in the mirrored closet.  See the bulge of Victor’s bicep as he grips your hip, the flex in the muscles of his neck when he lifts to bury his face deeper into your folds.  See yourself: hair disheveled and eyes half-lidded, drunk on sex.  Observe the messy smear of your lipstick as your mouth stretches to accommodate more and more of your boss’s cock.  And when the tip of Victor’s tongue begins its relentless tease of your clit, you watch as a most debauched expression falls over your features, the tension in your body breaking as you find release on his lips.

You are still shaking when he enters you, sensitized by an orgasm that left tiny sparks of electricity running along every nerve, priming you for second helpings.  A true paragon of patience, Victor Li takes his time, deliberately slow as he pushes — savouring the sensation of drenched, swollen flesh parting just for him.

It was almost unfathomable that you could experience such extreme pleasure, each powerful swing of Victor’s hips driving him deeper into your body — hitting just the right angles until your very senses were extracted along with your second release of the night, running slick between your legs to ease the slippery slide of your bodies.

It draws out Victor’s own, your lover moving to pull out moments before you surprise him by taking him once more into your mouth — gaze locked onto those dark eyes from below as you taste him on your tongue, euphoric to see him bite his lips when your lick yours to swallow every last drop.

Chapter 10: Pillow Talk

Beep Beep Beep Beep.

You roll over, eyes still closed as you reach out to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock.

Except your palm comes down on warm flesh with a resounding smack, echoing throughout your hotel room and accompanied by a deep voice that says, “Are you finally awake, Dummy?”

Your eyes shoot open to see Victor lying naked in bed next to you, a splotch of red blooming on his chest where he had been attacked.  He sets his phone down to hand you a glass of water from the bedside table, and even though memories of the previous night come rushing back to burn your cheeks, you cannot help but notice how glorious he looks bathed in morning light.  You hope he doesn’t see the way your hand shakes when you accept the glass from him with a meek “Thanks.”

Victor clears his throat, waiting for you to finish drinking before he says, “That was the fourth time you slept through the alarm.  I’ve already informed your colleagues you’ll be taking the day off.  We didn’t get much sleep last night and I think you’ll need some time to…recover.”

You bite your lip, turning sideways to feign a sudden interest in the curtains so he wouldn’t see the giant smile spreading onto your face.  It was almost surreal that Victor Li was your lover, and if it weren’t for the exquisite soreness you felt between your legs, you would’ve been hard pressed to believe it for yourself.

The sheets rustle and before you know it, Victor has his chest pressed up against your bare back, laying a soft kiss on your shoulder before he rests his chin on it.

“How are you feeling?”  He asks.

“Okay.  Pretty good, actually.”  It was too early in the game to tell him you were already doing cartwheels in your mind.

“Good.  I’m glad to hear that because I found this under your pillow…”

He places something in your hands.  Your eyes widen when you recognize the magazine with his face on the cover.

“…And this ‘man on top’ wants to know what it feels like to have this woman on top of him for the rest of the day.”

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Masterlist 2020

Requests

>> IKEMEN SENGOKU <<

Nobunaga Oda

>>Fluff<<

- A Summer Eve’s Date (Word prompts: alcohol, horseback riding)

>> Smut <<

- Public Claim (Nobunaga takes you out on a special kind of stroll)

- Make a wish (word prompts: eclipse, hide and seek, scavenger hunt and shooting stars)

-The Transit of Venus (word prompts: Eclipse, hide n’ seek, scavenger hunt, shooting stars)

- The Cries of Lovers (word prompt: ghosts, full moon, ghost stories)

- Dear Fireball (prompt: first valentine’s together)

Mitsuhide Akechi

>> Fluff <<

- Secret Wish (Mitsuhide hugging you while you work)

>> Smut <<

- Sweet Touches ( +angst and fluff; “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”)

- Shibari with the Kitsune (You and Mitsuhide play with shibari)

Mitsunari Ishida

>> Smut <<

- In the Woods (word prompt: shooting star)

Shingen Takeda

>> Angst <<

- A Warm Rain (word prompt: rain)

>> Fluff <<

- Summer Rain (word prompt: rain)

- For Now (+slight angst; word prompt: a secret love affair, stealing a heart)

Kenshin Uesugi

>>Smut<<

- Fervor (Word prompt: Sweaty)

- Melt in My Arms (word prompt: Fireworks, Summer festival, Heat, Melting)

- As Long as I’m with You (+fluff word prompt: Fireworks, summer festival, heat, melting)

Other Pairings

Nobunaga/Hideyoshi >> Smut <<

- NSFW Alphabet (head cannons)

>> IKEMEN REVOLUTION <<

Ray Blackwell

>> Fluff <<

- Mystery Date (Ray sets up a blind date for you)

Fenrir Godspeed

>> Fluff <<

- Mr. and Mrs. Godspeed (word prompt for balter: to dance gracelessly)

- A Letter for You (prompt: snuggles and cuddles)

Seth Hyde

>> Smut <<

- Man (”If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”)

Edgar Bright

>> Angst <<

- Nexilis ( +fluff; “You look like you could use a hug.” + "Who hurt you?”)

>>Smut<<

- Pumpkin Spice and Bite (word prompt: pumpkin spice, bite)

Zero

>> Angst << - All that matters (”I don’t care what anyone thinks.”) - In Defense of You ( +fluff; “I don’t care what anyone thinks.”)

Harr Silver

>>Smut<<

- Not Close Enough (word prompt: masquerade, costumes, candlelight)

Other Pairings

Lancelot/Harr

>> Fluff << - One Winter Night (”I sleep better when you’re around.”)

Fenrir/MC/Seth

>>Fluff<<

-Dressed to the Nines (+Thriller; word prompt: stalker, bite)

>> IKEMEN VAMPIRE <<

Napoleon Bonaparte >> Fluff << - Ease (word prompt: road trip, camping and stargazing)

- Komorebi (word prompt: waterfalls, sunbathing)

- Valentine Letter from Napoleon (prompt: bundle of joy)

- Pride and Joy (prompt: bundle of joy)

>> Smut << - Insatiable (”Can you feel what you are doing to me?”)

- A Delightful Treat (word prompt: ice cream)

-Redamancy (word prompt: Summer festival, Fireworks, Dancing)

-Vanilla Sweetened (word prompt: ice cream)

Arthur Conan Doyle >> Fluff <<

- Tender Love and Care (Arthur treats MC’s cut on her finger)

- Childlike (word prompt: halloween)

Vincent van Gogh >> Fluff <<

- What Makes You Beautiful (”When you laugh like that, it’s just so beautiful, you know?”)

>> Smut <<

- All Yours (Vincent gets jealous of Theo and Reader)

- Made of Stars (”You’re bigger than I expected.”)

Theodorus van Gogh >> Angst <<

- It’ll Always Be You ( +fluff; “I’ll never give you up.”)

>> Smut <<

- Nothing to Fear (first time with MC)

- Hot Summer Nights (word prompt: fireflies, songs and shooting stars)

Comte de Saint Germain

>>Smut<<

- A Taste of Envy (word prompt: bite, goosebumps, full moon)

-Breathe in the Moonlight (word prompt: bite, goosebumps, full moon)

- Vampire in a Bottle (word prompt: cursed object)

Isaac Newton

>>Smut<<

- Caramel Love (word prompt: caramel apple)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

>>Fluff<<

- Tipsy Prince (word prompt: mulled apple cider, party in the woods)

Leonardo Da Vinci

>>Angst<<

- Dear Cara Mia (prompt: favorite memory as a couple, ending a relationship)

Jean D’Arc

>>Fluff<<

- The Savior of His Soul (prompt: Soulmates & Celebrating an anniversary)

Other Pairings Theodorus/MC/Arthur - Three’s Company (”Do you like it when he watches?”)

>> MYSTIC MESSENGER <<

Jihyun Kim (V) >> Fluff << - Letters to Heal a Broken Heart (V writes a series of letter to the Reader)

Other Pairing:

V/MC/Jumin

- Unmistakable (Angst) (prompt: promise you forever, watching the one you love on a date with someone else)

>> MR. LOVE: QUEEN’S CHOICE <<

Gavin >> Smut << - Taste You  (”Shouldn’t you be with her?” + “I can’t wait to taste you.”)

- The Woes of Winning (word prompt: water balloon)

- Fortune’s Favor (word prompt: water balloon)

- Trick-or-Treat (word prompt: trick or treat)

Victor >> Angst << - Runaway (Victor drives a late Reader)

>> Fluff << - Kalon (”What’s cooking, good looking?”)

- Love Letters (word prompt: a love confession)

>> Smut << - More Than Friends (Victor shows MC how much he wants her more than friends)

Shaw

>>Smut<<

- Stupid (word prompt: lost in the woods, ghost stories)

Kiro

>>Fluff<<

- A Love Letter from Kiro (word prompt: roses are red, violets are blue)

Other Pairings:

Gavin/MC/Shaw

- Treat You Better (+angst; prompt: watching the one you love on a date with another, unrequited love)

>> OBEY ME! <<

Beelzebub >> Smut << - Wanna Taste? (”Wanna taste?”)

Belphegor >> Smut << - A Dreamy Encounter (You summon Belphie in your ‘dream’)

Leviathan

>>Fluff<<

-V-Day Letter (prompt: first valentine, a love confession)

>> Smut << - A Smutty Fanfic (first time with Reader)

- A Two Player Game ( word prompt:  tentacles, bondage, suspension, sensory deprivation)

Lucifer

>>Smut<<

- Want (word prompt: werewolf, full moon, heat scenario)

>> Kissed By the Baddest Bidder <<

Soryu Oh

>>Smut<<

Dine on Me (word prompt: snow cone)

Eisuke Ichinomiya

>>Smut<<

- A Raunchy Rendezvous (prompt: lingerie)

>> Kings of Paradise <<

Taki Kozaki

>>Smut<<

His Shining Star (word prompt: star watching, rain)

Yosuke Sagara

>>Smut<<

- A Delectable Appetite (prompt: snuggles and cuddles)

#masterlist #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #ikemen vampire #mystic messenger #mr love queen's choice victor #swd obey me

[the-voltage-diaries]

I’ll Stay by Your Side, Every Night - Soryu Oh

For our very own, @joaxotome​; one of the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing humans I have had the honour to meet. I don’t think I write Soryu that well, because the last Soryu piece I wrote was over a year ago lmao, but I tried. I hope you like this, Joanne. Thank you for being such an amazing ball of energy who can cheer anyone up in a mere few seconds. Love you. <3

Also, since you said you love yourself some angst to love, I tried to make it come true. Cheers to me writing better Soryu fics, hahaha.

This one’s for the discord exchange, and I’d just like to take a moment to thank our very own @voltage-vixen​ for hosting this beautiful event <3!!

TW: Angst (with fluff... or so I hope.) This work is based around the ideas of abuse; mental, emotional, physical. If you are in any way uncomfortable with that, do not read this. 

“Are you going to cry now?” He smirks, his eyes glinting in a way that make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

All I see is black as my eyelids force shut, not wanting to look at his face for a second longer, too scared to think about what will happen to me if I do.

“Hahaha,” he laughs and I sense him bending low, his face coming closer to mine. “Look at you, scared and shivering like the mess you are.” I shift uncomfortably, feeling his breath creating warm spots on my neck as his voice lowers, almost down to a whisper, “You asked for it, baby.”

“Ugh!” I jolt, my groan muffled against the cloth stuffing my mouth when I feel his fingers stroke the sides of my waist, teasing, testing the waters.

And then, before I know it, his palm comes to rest on my chin and in one swift motion his fingers pull out the dirty piece of fabric gagging me. My eyes burn with unshed tears at the pain in my mouth, caused by the sudden pull, and I take a deep breath, refusing to admit defeat in front of this bastard.

It’s okay. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll survive. I know I will. At least I hope I will.

“Baby,” he purrs, almost as if coaxing me, “Open those beautiful eyes of yours for me, won’t you?”

My breathing shallows and goosebumps show up on my skin at the nickname, the way he calls out to me in that god forsaken voice.

His rugged fingertips graze the corners of my jaw, almost as if luring me back into him, back into that web of pain, lies and suffering. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I shiver at the tilt in his tone, reminding me of the days when things between us started to go awry. “Don’t worry Joanne, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Just as his fingers tighten around my jaw, I hear the sound of a mobile ringing. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and my sigh of relief goes unnoticed. I hear his footsteps as they back off and walk in the direction of the device which refuses to stop ringing.

My guess is that he picks up the incoming call, because no sooner than his feet stop do I hear him let out a muted, “What is it?” Again, I hear his footsteps move away, and then a door opens, and then it shuts. And then? Complete silence.

My uneven breaths echo in the silence so eerie you would hear it if a snail moved.

As I try to calm myself down, my mind chooses the worst distraction it possibly could have; my past with this man.

When did we become like this? Why did we become like this? What went wrong?

We had started off on such good terms. Both of us were madly in love. He was the perfect boyfriend; he would take me out on dates, message me constantly, shower me with his love, call me nicknames, spend time with me... or so I thought.

About a year into our relationship I realised how badly had I fucked up. I realised how blind I was to the changes in his behaviour; the way I didn’t notice how him taking me out on dates turned into him forcing me out when I didn’t want to go, just to show me off as his trophy girlfriend, how his constant messaging turn into something obsessive, how him showering me with his love turned into showering me with his abuses, how calling me nicknames turned into calling me a whore or a slut whenever I so much as even looked at someone else, the gender didn’t matter, how him spending time with me turned into him gluing himself to my side, never once leaving me.

Always on the look-out for when I’d commit even the slightest of errors. Because then he would unleash all his names, curses, abuses at me; making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved.

Well, maybe I didn’t.

Over time, those curses and abuses turned physical as he turned more violent, slapping me or beating me up for even the most minor of mistakes. Those verbal slurs turned emotional, making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be alive. Hah, what a cheeky little failure.

“Heh,” I scoff at myself, laughing at how naive I was to not realise when our love turned into something that would make most people sick to their core.

What makes me feel the most miserable about our past is that I allowed myself to be used and abused. Even when he didn’t reply to my texts, ignored me for days sometimes, and clearly had stopped even so much as glancing my way... I still hadn’t given up.

Not until that one fateful day when I saw him. In my bed. With not just one, but two bloody women.

Silly girl, one of his sex friends had said, smirking in all her naked glory, can’t you see the truth right in front of you? This is his little kingdom, and you’re not the queen anymore.

“Argh,” I groan, my thoughts coming back to the present when I feel my bound wrists numb with pain at a tear in the thin skin that covers them. Rolling my shoulders to forget about the pain for the time being, I pull at the rope tying my wrists behind my back, in futile hopes that it would come loose.

“Ah, I always loved the feisty side you hid underneath all that cute drama.”

I jump and my body freezes in its spot, my eyes widening at the proximity of his voice.

In my peripheral vision I see his face, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder with him standing right behind me.

When did he come back?

“While you were too busy reminiscing about the beautiful bubble you had created for yourself with me,” he chuckles, as if reading my mind. Looking at the way my eyes refuse to un-widen, he continues, “You were always easy to read. Now weren’t you, Joanne?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, my head bent, refusing to stay up any longer.

“Because, Joanne,” he starts, a lewd smirk lining his face when I let out a choked sob on the use of my name, “I want you to have your epiphany.”

“My what?” I ask, looking up at him, wondering if I heard him right.

“Your epiphany,” he repeats. I feel the throbbing in my wrists relax as the ropes slowly come undone, surprising me. He slowly walks around me, coming to a stop just in front of me. My heart only pounds faster when I catch the glint of the knife in his hands. “I want you to realise what a useless little bitch you are without me in your life. Nobody loves you, kitten. Nobody did, nobody would.”

“Stop...” I whisper, bowing my head in defeat, trying to mute out all his words in an attempt to stop them from having their effect on me.

“You, Joanne, are a pretty little good for nothing.” He smiles, his palm resting on my shoulders. “Your friends run away from you, your peers refuse to talk to you. Ever wondered why?”

No, Joanne. Don’t listen. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Every thing will be fine. Just breathe.

“Because, oh darling,” he murmurs, dragging the knife’s tip up my neck, slowly, “you are so very broken and no one cares to notice.”

“I trusted you,” I say, finding the courage to meet his eyes from god-knows-where. I meet his challenging gaze head on, trying to sound as angry and frustrated as I feel, “I trusted you so much.”

“Well then you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” I yell, immediately regretting it when I see how his smile turns from teasing to predatory.

“What do I want?” He mutters, bringing his face so close to mine I can feel his disgusting breath on my lips. He drags the tip of the knife lower... and lower... and lower, until it reaches my abdomen.

I can’t think.

“You want to know what I want, Joanne?”

I can’t breathe.

"I want so many things," he whispers. "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." 

His eyes hold me still, as if commanding me to stay where I am.

His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says, "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of my pants and says, "I want this down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and mutters, "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. 

And then I hear the sound of something sharp piercing skin, and the sound of blood oozing out. My eyes slowly travel down to look at my waist where the knife rests, buried deep in my body.

Because you never, " he breathes and pulls me up to him, and looking up, in the depths of his eyes I see the formation of something that makes me lose my mind, "never want me to stop. I want every second. I want every inch of you. I want all of it." He smirks, pushing the knife deeper into me as his fingers come to rest on my chest, where I feel my heart pound, "I want your soul."

And I drop dead, all over the floor.

“Joanne?” I hear a voice call out my name. It’s almost distant. Almost.

All I see is pitch black as I feel my heart pound out of control and my body grow hot.

“Joanne, love,” The voice says, insistent, and it’s as if my body automatically relaxes a little at the familiarity of it. “Can you hear me? Wake up, baby.”

I feel the urge to reach out and grab at the voice, and so I do. I stretch out a hand into the darkness that surrounds me, in the hopes of grasping on to something, not knowing what it is.

“JOANNE, WAKE UP!” I sense someone’s fingers curl around mine, grabbing my outstretched hand, and pulling me towards a strong, warm chest, immediately jolting me awake.

“Wha-What?” I whisper, not quite catching up with what is going on. All I see in front of me is a navy blue hoodie, covering a broad, strong frame, and I look up to meet a familiar pair of eyes, as calming and deep as the ocean.

“Hi,” he says, giving me a relieved smile. But for some reason, while my body calms down, my mind delves right back into the state of panic as I feel my nightmare overlapping with my reality.

“Get away from me!” I yell, pushing him away, and jump away from the bed, running to the opposite end of the room.

“Joanne?” He calls out, his eyes widening in surprise, maybe not expecting me to run away. Oh no, maybe I angered him. Maybe he will beat me up now. Oh no.

“Don’t take my name!” I say, covering my ears. I can still hear his voice ringing in my head, letting my name out from his sickening lips.

He gets out from the bed, slowly, steadily, and looks at me with a warm, comforting gaze, “It’s me, Joanne. It’s Soryu.”

“S-Soryu?” I murmur, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. I try to calm my ragged breathing down as I gradually start registering what is going on. But the moment he takes a step towards me, I immediately jump back.

“Love,” he coaxes, “at least let me clean you up. You’re all sweaty.”

Wait. I am?

It’s when he says that do I notice the state I am in; my face wet with tears, my body sticky with sweat and my fingers trembling with fear.

‘... Joanne, I’m not going to hurt you.’

“Come here,” Soryu says, opening his arms for me.

“Why?”

“Just come here,” he mumbles, taking a step forward.

“No!” I shout, stopping him in his tracks as I flinch away. “You’re going to hit me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Joanne.”

“I’ve heard those words before.”

He looks at me, his hair still a mess, and in that moment in the pale moonlight he looks more handsome and more human than I have ever seen him. “I guess I’m asking you to trust me,” he says, opening his arms wide, once again, for me to fall into. 

I stand there, shaking in fear for a moment, but when I see his deep, grey orbs look at me with so much longing and care, I finally start to take slow, deliberate steps towards him.

Within a few steps, I fall into his strong embrace, letting it consume me and make me forget about whatever I dreamed of.

When his fingers comfortingly start stroking my back with extreme patience and give me that sense of security I was so desperately searching for is when the dam breaks and all the tears I had been holding in rush out.

He stands there, silent as a graveyard, patting my back in a rhythmic pattern, not once judging.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask not being able to think of an answer myself.

“Doing what?” He murmurs, his voice muffled by my hair as he rests his mouth against my head, kissing the spot before staying there.

“Treating me like a person,” I whisper.

“I’m doing this because,” he starts, pulling away to look in my eyes. His fingers gently grab my chin, guiding my face towards his, to make sure our eyes are locked, “I love you, Joanne.”

My lips form a smile when I realise how much he means every one of his words. “I love you too, Soryu.”

He smiles, his fingertips stroking my cheek, patient. His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my fingers reaching up to play with the soft fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m thinking of how I want-” he stops when he sees my face go pale.

‘I want your soul.’

“Never mind what I want,” he whispers, effectively stopping me from going too far into my nightmares again. “What do you want?”

“You.”

I suck a breath, surprising myself at how I don’t even waste a second to say it to him.

Always you.

“Love,” he brings his face closer to mine, his voice low, “You already have all of me.”

I gasp at the amount of emotion in his voice, the ineffable level of care those eyes hold for me, and he bends lower, his lips almost touching mine.

“May I?” he asks...

... when he doesn’t need to. I smile, gently standing on my tip-toes and pressing our lips together.

#Soryu #Soryu oh #kbtbb soryu #kissed by the baddest bidder soryu #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb angst #soryu angst #soryu fluff #Soryu oh angst to fluff #kissed by the baddest bidder angst #kissed by the baddest bidder fluff #don't look at me okay Joanne said she liked angst to fluff #now deal with it #I freaking wrote a Soryu piece after 1 year #I don't even know if this is good lmao #I hope it is #I swear to god I don't know if this is good or not #BUT I AM PROUD OF THIS BABY #My first angst in months #my first soryu angst in a year #damn am I proud #I hope you're proud too #oh well I guess I'll find out #is this too many hashtags #should I stop #are you still reading #what the heck #stop #okay

[tomhollandhasnolips]

eisuke: ur a tall dumb bitch lmao

soryu: u have a flat ass.

eisuke: y-you tAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW

#eisuke headcanon #eisuke imagine #eisuke x mc #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #soryu oh headcanon #soryu x reader #soryu oh fluff #soryu oh imagine #kbtbb soryu #soryu oh #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #ota kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder drabbles #kissed by the baddest bidder fluff #kissed by the baddest bidder headcanons #kissed by the baddest bidder #kissed by the baddest bidder family #kissed by the baddest bidder kids #dumbasses uwu i love them both #idk i just thought of this and i knEW THEYVE HAD THIS CONVO BFR

[otome-writer51]

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Masterlist

Fluff💕 Angst💔 NSFW🔥 Crossover🔗

Headcanons

One-shots (Reader, OC)

Eisuke Ichinomiya

Soryu Oh

Mitsunari Baba

Ota Kisaki

Mamoru Kishi

Shuichi Hishikura

Luke Foster

Hikaru Aihara

Mad Hatter

Multichapter

[voltagesmutter]

Soryu - Everything to me

Fluff dedicated to my boo @brialoveskbtbb​

“Students please stand, I congratulate and present to you the class of 2020, well done to you all”.

Your professor's words still made you smile a week after graduation, it was one of the most memorable days of your life. You accepted your diploma as you walked onto the stage, more nervous about tripping in your heels than anything else! The cheers from the bidders made you flourish, Ota and Baba being more enthusiastic than anyone else in the room. Your eyes drifted to Soryu who was smiling at you, your melting at the rarity of seeing it. 

“You just look so good princess! We’re so proud,” Baba pulled you into a hug, picking you up off the ground, the minute the ceremony was over and everyone disbursed. 

“Baba put me down!” You squealed with laughter as he placed you on the floor, you took your cap off, “Do you like it?”. It was coaxed in glitter, Soryu refused to come within a meter of it because he refused to have glitter anywhere near him, in the shape of a king of spaces. Soryu blushed slightly, he knew you had done it because it was his card. 

“It’s almost as beautiful as you Kiro!” Ota winked and you shook your head.

“Surprisingly you do look radiant today,” Eisuke chimed in.

“Your one smart kiddo, maybe you could come join me on the force,” Mamoru chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he lit up his cigarette.

“You guys are only being nice to me because you know I’m able to hack into databases and accounts,” You giggle, pushing Mamoru's arm off you as Soryu pulled you against him, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. 

“Anyway, I’d keep being nice, I can hack into your cloud and release your nudes,” You tease, undoing your gown to reveal the off the shoulder, sun flower, sun dress you were wearing underneath. 

“You can have my nudes, all you need to do is ask,” Baba chuckles as he goes to stroke your cheek but Soryu’s jerked movement stops him. You turn to see him pointing his gun under his jacket at him.

“Soryu!” You hiss, looking up at him, one day, can we go one day without the guns?

“Sorry,” He mumbles, pulling his arm down but keeping a tight grip on you. 

“Anyway, we’re off, we’ll leave the lovebirds too it,” Ota teases, them leaving you with Soryu as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” He whispers, a blush on his face, “I don’t like it when they praise you,”. He had a slight pout to his face and you can’t help but giggle.

“Now you should know, you're the only person who I care about who is proud of me,” You say and lean up pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“So I have a surprise,”.

“Oh?” You cock an eyebrow, Soryu was never one for surprises.

“I want you to pack a bag, I have a list of stuff you need,” He takes out an envelope from his suit pocket and hands it to you. 

“Bikini, towels, evening wear, suncream? Soryu?” You ask, reading the list, his fingertips running softly up your waist.

And that is how you ended up in the Bahamas the next day, a week-long private vacation for you both. You were on your last night, you would be leaving the beautiful paradise the following evening. Since it was your last evening you wore your favourite dress, the chiffon material covered your breasts whilst exposing the area in between them, a cross over strapless back with a to the floor skirt all in your favourite colour yellow. It was brand new, you had wanted to save it for a special occasion and what better than a private resort, with a romantic meal on the beachfront. Soryu was already waiting for you, you slipped on your matching scandals, no way was you walking on the sand in heels!

“Oh Soryu,” You gasped, taking in the beautiful sight. Candles lit the way to a table as the sunset occurred on the horizon, Soryu giving you a sweet smile standing to meet you. You picked up the skirt of your dress and made your way too him, a blush was lingering on his cheeks.

“You're breathtaking,” He mumbles against your lips as he kisses you sweetly.

“You look pretty handsome too,” You respond, he was wearing the blue tie you had brought him for his birthday along with his grey suit. You spent the evening reminiscing over your blissful week, your heart pounding every time he smiled or laughed. You truly loved this man, he made your heart beat twice as fast every moment you spent with him, he brought colour into your world, he was the only man you saw in your life. 

“Sor, this has been such a dream, I’m so grateful to all this,” You softly whisper, squeezing his hand as the cool air begins to blow. 

“I would do anything for you,” He smiles, the love for you radiating from him. He stands up and comes to kneel beside you, taking both your hands in his. He swallows and you see his adams apple bobs at the motion.

“Bella, before I met you my world was empty, I never thought I would find someone for me and there you came perfectly waltzing into my life, making me softer and bringing out a side to me I never knew I had. You are the most perfect being in the universe and I love you so much, I want to spend everyday with you by my side,” His hands trembling slightly as he pulls out a box, you half expected it to be a gun because it's Soryu, a blue sapphire engagement ring glinting at you, “Will you marry me?”. 

Your heard pounded at his words, almost feeling dizzy at tears ran down your cheeks.

“Yes! Yes, Soryu yes!” You sob as get on your knees to kiss him, tears and sobs pressing against his lips as he tried to place the ring on your finger. You pulled back and admired it, your future husband unable to take his eyes off you.

“I love you so much,”.

“I love you too,”.

--

“Mmm,” You sigh, waking up from your blissful sleep as you feel Soryu holding you in a tight embrace, “Say it again”.

“Good morning, Mrs.Oh,” He chuckles against your neck, taking your left hand and admiring the ring he placed on your finger the previous night. You turned around slowly, your eyes meeting those of your fiances. 

“Good morning Mr.Oh,” You whisper softly as your lips meet in a tender, time stopping kiss.

#voltage kbtbb #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb #kissedbythebaddestbidder #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu oh #soryu oh #voltage soryu #soryu fluff