Redemption (Midas x Reader)

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🚨 Smut Warning
🚨 Trigger Warning: Voyeurism

"Christ," I mumbled under my breath as Midas stepped out of his closet, slipping on his gloves.

He was absolutely ravishing. Tight black pants, black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up how he likes them, two top buttons undone. The point at the tips of his shoes gave the appearance that he was even taller than he already was, elongating his proportions. His hair was loose and messier than normal, and there was a thin gold chain around his neck.

He smirked as he saw me staring. "How do I look?" he asked me facetiously. He knew good and goddamn well how gorgeous he was. And even if he didn't, the way I was eyefucking him should've given him a clue.

"Midas...everyone's gonna wonder what you're doing with someone like me," I said, nervous about the night ahead. He was way out of my league.

"Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I don't care what anyone else thinks," he said. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, drawing me into a kiss.

I let out a whimper, letting my hand creep over onto his knee. The lack of physical touch between us for the last few weeks was taking its toll on me. Each time he was near it was harder to resist him, and I was pretty sure I was actually going to go crazy if I didn't get to feel him soon.

"But...if you're worried about it," he continued, moving his knee out of my reach, "and I hope this isn't too forward...I took the liberty of picking something out for you to wear."

I watched him, intrigued, as he stood and walked back into his closet, before returning with a box. He sat it on the bed in front of me, and I opened it, folding back the tissue paper to reveal a perfect little black dress. A little black dress. With black heels to match.

I held it up to look at it. It was a minidress, and had a slight shine to the ruched fabric. It had spaghetti straps and I could tell it would be very tight. I'd never in my life worn something so sexy, and between that and the color, I drew in my breath with hesitation as I looked it over.

"You don't like it," Midas said, noticing the look in my eyes. "You don't have to wear it if you don't want, I just thought..."

"No, Midas, it's...it's perfect," I lied. "I just...don't know if I can pull it off."

"Please...try it on at least. I want to see you in it, even if only for a moment...even if you decide not to wear it tonight," he said, taking my hand and helping me to my feet.

I stood so close to him that my eyes fluttered as I became intoxicated by his scent. "Um...ok...I guess so," I answered him, trying hard to focus.

I took the dress into the bathroom and shut the door, exhaling deeply, trying to calm down. After I'd regained control of my faculties I took off what I was wearing and slipped it on.

Good God. I look fucking amazing.

It hugged my curves in all the right places, my cleavage poking out from the top. The black still bothered me, but I thought it was high time to stop letting Shadow control every aspect of my life, starting with what I wear. This would be the moment that I retook ownership of my fear.

As an afterthought I reached underneath and took off my panties. If nothing else at least the short dress would give him easy access on the off chance that I finally got laid after our date.

I reached and grabbed my hairbrush from the counter and attempted to tame my locks. Midas had ordered my things brought up to his room about a week after the explosion, and I was still a bit dumbfounded at having effectively moved in with him so soon.