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Smutshots for various ships from Danganronpa and Ace Attorney.
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Cantarella –~~~~~~~~~~~~~– CW// Alcohol, gay lawyers, Apollo's daddy issues, hard cringe caused by lack of inspiration.
January 18, 2028. 12:07 am
Wright Anything Agency
I sighed in desperation, my eyeballs practically scanning the court record as the pencil in my left hand suddenly snapped at the middle.
"The pencil has done nothing to you, Apollo." Mr. Wright plopped himself down on the couch where I was sitting. He looked over my shoulder, "Blackquill is prosecuting the case tomorrow, by the way."
Ever since the retrial of the UR-1 incident, the boss and I started defending more cases together. I was not a rookie anymore, but all of Mr. Wright's experience by my side made me feel at ease... most of the times, anyway.
"As if this case couldn't get any worse." I almost yeeted the documents across the room, instead, I placed them on the coffee table. "How can you be so relaxed, anyway?"
"I guess I just got used to this kind of things happening. In perspective, I'd say that you're too tense for a case so simple." He gave me a reassuring smile, most likely an attempt to calm me down, to which I couldn't do more than sigh and avert my eyes from.
"Do you really think it's simple?" I mumbled, the stress overpowering me.
"Of course." The sudden feeling of his hand on top of mine surprised me for a second, and before I knew it, our faces were dangerously close, "We're going to be together tomorrow. It's going to be fine as long as you are with me, I promise." Maybe if I wasn't drowning in his deep eyes I would have noticed earlier, but I could recognize the familiar smell of alcohol in his hypnotic whisper.
Trying to regain my composure, but without moving an inch, I spoke, "H-Have you been drinking, Mr. Wright?"
"Who? Me?" He came even closer; I had to back off for my own mental health. "I don't know what you're talking about." His breath definitely reeked of the cheap wine he'd always buy for himself.
Despite it all, my eyes couldn't stop darting from his eyes to his soft lips. As if to make up for the lack of words between us, the sound of my own heartbeats drummed nervously in my ears as I wondered if this was even real.
He started leaning closer to me. This time, instead of backing off, I was drawn to him; his own natural smell mixed with the alcohol made me fall into his trap. I closed my eyes and slightly parted my lips, preparing myself for the inevitable outcome, when the sound of the AC suddenly stopped. After some seconds of literally nothing happening, I opened my eyes to meet utter darkness, and Mr. Wright nowhere to be seen.
It was a blackout, and it took me way too long to realize it.
I called out to him, looking around as my eyes quickly grew used to the lack of illumination. "Uhmm... Mr. Wright?"
"A minute." From the corner of my eye I spotted him near his desk, lighting two candles in an old tabletop chandelier. "I forgot I had these with me."
That's when it hit me: how dreamily unrealistic the situation was. The man I'd admired ever since I was in middle school, and developed feelings for in the last year suddenly trying to hit on me... My bad luck wouldn't be able to pay this in a thousand years. Nearly choking on my own saliva, I felt Mr. Wright sitting by my side once again as he carefully placed the chandelier on the coffee table.
"So?" His face displayed a seriousness that I failed to recognize earlier.
"S-So...?" Mine did its best to stay professional and hold back a nervous smile, failing dramatically as he placed his hands on my shoulders, and fixed his eyes on me. The weight of his stare exponentially increased every second, proportional to my heart rate and my expectations. «You gave up too soon, this is your chance now!» I mentally prepared myself, and brought myself to speak, "Mr. Wright, I–"
"I'm heading back for tonight. Don't be late tomorrow." He gave me one last tap on my shoulder before rising from his seat, and walking away from me.
And —yet again,— I was left hanging.
"Hold it!" I tugged at his coat sleeve, refusing to let go this time. He quietly stood in place without even looking back. "A-About what happened back then... I mean, what didn't happen but almost happened and could have happened, I... I..." I couldn't find the words to follow, and a wall of silence slowly lifted between us.
"So," I heard him speak, "are you fine with it?"
"Yes."
He reluctantly sat down by my side once again, this time, closer to me than ever before.
As we locked eyes, the warmth on his look made my insides melt like butter. Eventually, I pushed forward a little more to meet his soft lips with mine. It started as a clumsy but gentle kiss, like that of a very first time, to later become a passionate fight between our mouths. There was a moment when Mr. Wright started unbuttoning my vest, but my mind was too numbed with the flavour of his saliva infused with liquor to even bother. I allowed him to undress me as we kissed, until my torso was exposed.
"Give me a second." Mr. Wright whispered into the kiss before pulling back and walking off to his desk, hastily looking for something. Without giving me time to even finish taking off my pants, Mr. Wright came up dashing to me with a box of condoms on his hand...
To be continued...
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Uhmm... So yeah. I broke my arm :)
Typing is going to be fucking hard, I'm typing key by key with my left hand right now so... uuuhhhh...
I'll at least try :)
Shout-out to Odaysi98. You're one of the few people here who I can speak Spanish with. And I appreciate that uwu. You deserve Metatton Klavier:
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My eyes meeting yours, opening the door Thus creating an independent world Playing innocent, but you just pretend To not notice how our hearts connect
